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Krystof fidgeted in the passenger seat. It was hot, dusty, and he had no idea how long he was going to be there. His guide, Iskandar, had pulled the utility vehicle into the border crossing's inspection area after what sounded like an argument with the guard, then disappeared. "I'll take care of this," was all he'd said.

Now, Krystof was baking in the heat. The windows were open, but that only allowed the hot, dry air and ever-present dust to circulate through the cab. His ancestry gave the wolf a heavier coat than this climate really warranted. It would take him days to get the sand out of his fur, at this point. Of course, he reflected, he wouldn't be rid of it at least until he finished his assignment here, and that meant a full twelve weeks. Twelve weeks of sand in everything. He'd only been on the planet a few days, and already he'd found sand in places he hadn't imagined possible.

So there he was, sitting at the checkpoint between New Boulder and New Kandahar, two political sectors of the colony on Wolfram 31(b). New Boulder was where his employer, GalComm, had their main base on-planet, but since they were expanding service into New Kandahar, they needed to train local staff to own and operate the communications networks. Satellites could do a lot in the age of interstellar travel, but they had not yet eliminated the need to install cabling or monitor and maintain equipment.

That was where Krystof came in: he was a certified network technician trainer. It was hardly a glamorous job, but he'd taken the position because the pay was decent, and, in theory, he got to travel the stars. What it meant, apparently, was that he spent a lot of time at border crossings hoping his brain wouldn't bake between his grey-furred ears.

Krystof rattled around the question of how he came to be in that hot, dry car until he'd become convinced he'd die there, when the driver's door opened and Iskandar dropped into the seat.

The half-jackal grinned and waved a paw at him. "You look like you think you will die here."

"I had thought as much. Are we set?"

Iskandar licked his muzzle. "Yes, everything is in order. Sometimes the guards simply need a little convincing to come to this conclusion."

Krystof blew out a sigh of relief and felt his ears relax into a more upright position. "Good."

When he breathed in again, he caught a scent he hadn't before Iskandar had left -- a bit of musk, a hint of something like bleach. He smelled something like it every time he jerked off.

He looked at the jackal. "You uh... What sort of convincing did they need?" His nose twitched as he asked the question, as though to give away his thoughts.

Iskandar raised an eyebrow at him, then pulled a rag out of his pocket and wiped his muzzle with it. He delayed further by taking a long swig from his canteen. Finally, he seemed content to answer. "I had to provide an oral presentation for a couple of them. Nothing out of the ordinary."

"Sucking guards off to get through a checkpoint is normal?" Krystof's ears were back against his head again. They hadn't briefed him on this when he took the assignment.

The jackal shrugged. "More or less. It can be fun, and it is cheaper than bribes. Guards here, they do not have much to spend money on and even less to wet their dicks with, so... So it is: I give some, they give some."

"Is...that all?"

Another shrug. "No, but for something as routine as this, this is sufficient. Now, a really complicated crossing, with a lot of customs work? For this, I may have to raise my tail."

Krystof slumped in his seat. Definitely more than he'd signed up for. "Uh. Is it, ummm. Does everyone have to pay the bribe?"

Iskandar laughed and patted his shoulder. "No, no. Just us facilitators. Some choose to simply pay with cash. Others offer contraband. It is the usual currency of the frontier. But horny, lonely guards have a type, and I am it."

It was Krystof's turn to raise his eyebrow. "All the guards out here are gay?"

The jackal snorted as he started the vehicle back up. "Hardly. But, when one's opportunities are slim, it does not much matter whose rump or muzzle you are pounding; anything warm and wet will do. Some of the female facilitators are very popular, indeed."

"Oi. They didn't fill me in on this at all."

"No, I imagine they did not." Iskandar took the vehicle through the other side of the check point and in to New Kandahar territory.

It was Krystof's first controlled border crossing, and he was struck by the way the land seemed to continue around the checkpoint as though it wasn't there; a small bastion of the arbitrary concept of political boundaries that nature everywhere took no note of. It certainly gave no indication that they were now in a land where it was, apparently, perfectly acceptable to suck your way through a customs inspection, which would have caused no end of trouble in New Boulder.

At least, Krystof reflected, that is what would have said ten minutes prior.

---

New Kandahar offered other excitements to Krystof. Excitement, in this case, mostly took the form of stumbling through discovering what, exactly, he'd signed up for. The company's literature had simply said things like, "excellent opportunity," and, "great career development," and "build the people who'll build a better world." What it hadn't said was, "we don't apply the same hiring standards across all our territories," or, "you will have minimal support, so good luck."

The wolf found himself relying heavily on Iskandar to navigate the cultural differences. The jackal-mix seemed to have a thorough understanding of cultures of both New Kandahar and New Boulder, and Krystof had come to appreciate his frequent impromptu lessons on the subject. It certainly wasn't that any of the men and women Krystof was training weren't motivated to learn or interested in the material, but rather that they approached the work with different priorities than he was used to. Timeliness was one example: Iskandar had explained to him the concept of Desert Time, but Krystof had yet to appreciate how the minutes and hours in New Kandahar's desert could somehow be more relaxed than New Boulder's.

Finally, when Iskandar grew tired of fielding Krystof's frustrated, and often rhetorical, questions, he offered an observation: "Krystof, you are not going to make progress by trying to impose the culture you are familiar with on these people. Why are you here?"

Krystof grumbled, "To build essential competencies in local personnel in order to provide the same standard of service in New Kandahar that customers expect of GalComm."

The jackal waved his paw dismissively at the response as he leaned back in his chair. He sipped a cup of tea, which Krystof had previously learned was a local variety. He'd never gotten around to trying it. "That is a very good quotation of your company's literature." He shook his head, large ears wobbling with the motion. "But how do you think you will do such a thing?"

Krystof cocked his head. "By teaching them according to the standards the company laid out. How else?"

Isk, as he'd come to think of the jackal, snorted behind his cup and thumped his tail on the seat. "You think that is all? You are in for a rough ride, indeed, Instructor Wolf."

Krystof hid a grimace behind his own mug and took a sip. Coffee, black, hot, strong. His favorite, and, thankfully, straightforward enough to keep supplied. Someone in GalComm clearly felt the same way, as coffee was categorized alongside essential foodstuffs and not luxury items.

"Rougher than I have already?"

Isk shrugged. "Who can say? You have, what, ten more weeks on this project?"

"Something like that."

"At the very least, you can expect ten more weeks of what you have seen in the last two."

Krystof's ears pinned against his skull and he thunked his head into his mug. "Argh. I don't know if I can take that."

"Then what would you do, Instructor Wolf?"

That was, Krystof had come to learn, Isk's favorite way to address him when teasing.

The wolf eyed his mug for a moment. "Quit, I guess."

Iskandar held his paws up and out, about waist level. The local equivalent of a shrug. "That is a thing you could do. Why do you think the position was open in the first place? You are the fifth instructor they've seen."

Krystof's coffee seemed blacker than before. "Fuck."

The jackal shrugged. "That is also a thing you could do. Maybe there is a woman in the class you fancy. It would not be frowned upon at all."

Krystof coughed in the middle of taking a sip. "It would by GalComm!"

"They do not need to know, ne?" The jackal's expression suggested he was enjoying this.

"Yeah, well, it's not my style." The wolf's voice dropped, and he mumbled into his cup, "It's not the women I'm after, anyway."

Iskandar's grin widened, and he sat up, leaning towards Krystof. "Well, if you'd prefer boys, I'm sure something can be arranged. For a price, of course." His muzzle fell open. "How young? Twelve? I can get twelve."

Krystof started upright. "Hell no! Damnit, do you even--?"

His rage sputtered out as the jackal fell out of his chair, laughing. His tea cup rolled across the floor.

Krystof grabbed his chair and set it down firmly, away from the jackal, though still at the table. He grumbled and settled himself heavily in the chair. "Fuck you! Men. I like men, not women, and certainly not boys. You're such a shit, Iskandar."

The jackal gasped as he fought to get his laughing under control, wiping the back of his wrist across his eyes to clear the tears. Eventually, he collected his teacup and stood, tail wagging behind him. Krystof didn't see the slightest hint of regret in his eyes. "Ahhh. You are good entertainment, Instructor Wolf. Perhaps you can teach me manners some day. I hear you GalComm men are full of ideas about that."

Krystof grumbled into his mug. "Don't tempt me."

With the way the jackal's eyes flashed and his tail lashed, Krystof wasn't sure the jackal got the right idea at all.

"Well, Instructor Wolf, our Master Clock says it is time for you to teach the locals. What is it about, this time? Fusion splicing in the field?"

Krystof fixed the jackal with a glare, then looked at his pocket terminal. "Ugh. Yes. How do you always know this? You don't even pay attention in class."

Iskandar replied with a wide, pointy grin. "What kind of jackal would I be if I did not not keep a step ahead of you bigger dogs, eh? Besides, I listen." His voice dropped into a monotone Krystof found uncomfortably familiar. "Light travels just under three times ten to the eight meters per second in a vacuum, but drops to nearly two times ten to the eight meters per second in glass. This is why we've converted to vacuum-glass waveguides, and we'll discuss terminating them after the break."

Krystof slugged the last of his coffee and slammed the mug on the table. "Fine. Well, let's go. If my students pay attention as well as you, maybe I'll make it through after all."

---

A gust of wind blew hard enough that Krystof pinned his ears back against his head. He grumbled and looked up from the terminal he was working at. "Ugh, could this get any worse?"

Iskandar laughed, raising his voice to be heard over the wind and the rattle of and against the walls of the shelter. They'd left the doors open to help air move through, but it meant the sand invited itself inside the structure. "Yes! It certainly will, Instructor Wolf! Why do you think your students have left already?"

The wolf grumbled to himself. "I dunno, I just figured they were lazy." He started as the full implications of what his guide had said caught up with him. "Wait, what? Left? I thought they were on break!"

Iskandar laughed, a cackling affair. Five weeks in, Krystof had yet to decide if the jackal's laugh had grown on him, or he'd simply gotten used to it. It was hard to tell. "Instructor Wolf, they left over an hour ago. Unlike you, they pay attention to the weather."

Krystof cocked an ear and an eyebrow at his guide. "What about it?"

Iskandar passed over his dataslab, which showed a radar plot. Krystof eyed the animation until it looped. "Oh. That's right ominous."

The jackal nodded. "Yes, yes it is."

"But you're still here."

A shrug. "I figured someone should make sure you got back alive. Also, I am your driver."

"You couldn't have told me an hour ago, when everyone left?"

Another shrug. "I was curious how long you would work without noticing."

Krystof glared at his guide for a moment before returning the slab and turning his attention back to the terminal. Just a couple more commands should do it. He committed his changes and watched as the interface came up. "Well, small favors. This is working."

Iskandar raised his paws, then dropped them, holding his forearms parallel to the ground at his waist. Krystof had been previously informed this was a gesture that indicated success, borrowed from referees of a local game that had been imported from Earth long since. "Most excellent! Now, when can we leave?"

The wolf stood up, then arched his back. The cracking noises from his spine nearly made him lose his footing. "Ahhh, shit. I'm getting old."

"You are, what, thirty?" The jackal raised an eyebrow skeptically.

"Twenty eight."

His guide gave a sharp bark of laughter. "Then you are still a pup and should take better are of yourself!"

Krystof rubbed his lower back and glared at Iskandar. "Yeah? And how old are you, anyway?"

"Nearly forty is all you need to know." The way his fur pricked up at his nape and his ears flicked told Krystof he'd hit a nerve.

"I see." He paused to collapse the terminal and push it back into the equipment rack it lived in. "So, if the ominous radar blob is moving in soon, what do you recommend, oh wise and knowledgable local guide dog?"

Iskandar ran a paw over the back of his neck, smoothing the fur that had kicked up. "That is an excellent question. If we leave now, we should be able to make it back to town before the storm gets too bad. But, we must leave now. Are you ready?"

"I think so." Kyrstof picked up his bags. "Lead on. The shack should shut itself off after us."

Iskandar was waiting for him when Krystof tossed his bags in the back seat and climbed into the passenger's side seat.

The jackal looked at him, as though he was about to say something, then simply turned his attention to pulling the vehicle out of the parking area next to the comms hut and onto the track that led back to the main road. Or, rather, the nearest thing to the main road the area had. New Kandahar wasn't exactly known for its ground infrastructure, which was no small part of why utility vehicles were the standard form of transport in the colony. Theirs was probably the newest around, having been purchased by GalComm from a New Boulder vendor instead of locally. Krystof was aware it stood out, but GalComm's position in the colony and reputation for reprisals protected it from all but the most cosmetic mischief.

They had been rattling down the road for all of ten minutes when Krystof became aware that the sky was getting dark. He checked the vehicle's clock, but that said it was far too early for sundown. The road was running through a steep-sided canyon, but when he craned his head around to get a view upwards, he could see that the canyon walls were not the only reason it was dark.

"I guess the storm's here."

Iskandar threw him a sideways glance. "It would appear so. We will have to see if we can continue."

Krystof watched his guide drive for a moment. His form was tense, his hackles were up, and his ears were pinned back. "I haven't been through one of these before. Is it bad?"

Iskandar took his time answering. "Yes, but mostly for travel. Visibility is shit for a few hours and sand gets everywhere. The best action is to wait out the storm. Ideally, somewhere that has equipment with which to unbury your gear afterwards."

"Oh."

"Did your employer not brief you on this? It is a regular occurrence."

"I don't recall. I may have skimmed that part of the documentation." He had been far more interested in the parts that said "excellent career opportunity" and the seniority credit it conferred.

The jackal rolled his eyes, but did not answer further.

Krystof opted not to break the silence, and they drove on. The sky grew darker, and the visibility seemed to be falling steadily. Iskandar had turned on what would be fog lamps in a more humid environment, but here they showed that the sand of the ground was becoming one with the sand of the air. A quick look at a navigation tool on his slab told Krystof they were still some fifty kilometers from their destination, and that their speed had dropped more than he'd realized.

He was considering saying something when the entire vehicle suddenly heaved upwards, then fell, as though the it had beached itself. The string of muttered oaths from the driver's seat and the sound of the wheels spinning ineffectually suggested it had.

Krystof waited until Iskandar's curses had sputtered to a stop and he'd slumped in his seat. "Not going anywhere, are we?"

The jackal pounded the steering wheel once with his fist, then looked over at him. "No. We are not. Not before we determine how stuck we are, and perhaps not after." He threw up a paw. "But let us find out!"

With that, he grasped the door handle and pushed. The door fought back, and he leaned into it, managing to push it open a short distance, only to let in a blast of sand heavy air. He let the wind shove the door closed again. "I see."

Krystof tried his door with similar results. "So, we're stuck." His slab was complaining about poor data connectivity as he poked at it in a vain effort to get an update on the storm. Eventually, he gave up and tossed it in the footwell. "Damnit. How long do these usually last?"

Iskandar seemed to sink further into his seat. "Hours is common. This seemed to be a big one, so maybe it will be done by morning." He sighed. "No one will get anything done until they have dug themselves out of this."

Krystof watched the jackal as he seemed to run out of steam. "I suppose that means we're on our own until they're done with that, right?" He looked out the window, which showed the light had almost completely disappeared. It left him largely looking at himself, the glass rendered reflective by the glow of the interior lights. "Is there any point to trying to clear it partway through?"

Iskandar shook his head. "No. It slides around too much, and the wind will cover your work almost as soon as you are done. We will just have to wait until morning, then dig ourselves out."

"You don't sound exactly thrilled to be stuck here."

"Are you? I was thinking about a warm, soft bed tonight. Instead, it will be extra cold and a choice between sleeping in this seat or sleeping in the back where it is hard."

"You know, these are pretty well insulated vehicles." Krystof rapped a knuckle on an exposed bit of frame.

"Perhaps. But I have been stuck out here before, and it gets cold. That is why we have sleeping bags in here. We shall find out shortly, in any case."

---

Sleeping bag turned out to be a rather generous turn of phrase. A more honest person might call it an overstuffed bivvy sac, though Krystof had little enough experience with either. Enough to get through the company's survival training, but since most of that was show-and-tell lecture, this was really his first experience with one. It was not making a great first impression.

Iskandar had stretched the two bags out in the back of their vehicle. The space was tight, with the gear that normally lived back there laid out along the sides of the space. A disaster blanket had been stretched out under them, providing a minimal sort of padding.

They considered the arrangement from the front seats. Iskandar looked at the spread, then at Krystof, then shrugged. "It will be a tight fit, but we will live."

Krystof couldn't contain a skeptical expression. "Live, but not have a good night, eh?"

The jackal held up his paws. "It is more comfortable than freezing to death, though perhaps not by much." He gave Krystof an open-mouthed grin. "Although, there are some might find the conditions, mm, inspiring? A romantic desert night, cold, all alone but for the two of us?" He snorted. "Almost dying is a good aphrodisiac, at least."

Krystof felt his ears flick back and his tail tuck against his side. In all their time so far, Iskandar has not expressed any sort of interest in sex outside its practical use as a bribe. "Ahh. Well, yes. That, uh, that can be so." He rubbed his arms; the desert's chill was making itself known even inside the cab, and his coat was not keeping up. "Shall we?"

"Mmm, yes." Iskandar clambered up over the console and into the back. Despite Krystof's best efforts at giving him space, the jackal still managed to hit him across the muzzle with his tail. The way he took a moment, on all fours, to arch his back and stretch, with his tail hiked up, Krystof suspected was not entirely accidental. The jackal looked back over his shoulder and grinned. "Join me?"

Krystof coughed, then clambered, far more awkwardly, over the console and into the back, settling himself in one corner. "Uh. Quite a show there."

Iskandar laughed and twisted around to settle himself against the door, facing Krystof as he worked his boots off. "Hah, yes, well. Why not? Did you enjoy it?"

Krystof fixed his gaze on his boots as he worked them off and dropped them in the footwell. He suspected his ears gave him away. They certainly felt like they were burning up. "Uh. I, um, honestly?"

When he looked up, the jackal was in the middle of shucking his shirt, revealing a lean, short-coated frame and a cream-furred belly. His muzzle hung open, and his tongue lolled out of it. "Yes, honestly. We are two dogs in the middle of the desert where no one will look for us until tomorrow. Why not be honest?"

Krystof blew out his breath and leaned back against his own door. "Then yes, I quite enjoyed it, but I'm worried about the impropriety of ogling my colleague. That seems entirely against company policy."

Iskandar leaned forward, and Krystof noted that the jackal had already undone his fly. He further noted that the jackal appeared to wear nothing at all under his pants, and a pale-furred sheath hung plainly in front of him, with a red point poking from it. He licked his muzzle before he could stop himself, then looked up.

Iskandar's muzzle was quite close as he spoke, "I do not see any reason they need to know about this, Instructor Wolf. We are not on the clock. Just two dogs enjoying a night in the desert together."

Krystof growled softly in response and reached out to brush his paw through the jackal's belly fur. It was short, and warm, and when he slid lower, he found that pointed tip he'd seen earlier. He brushed lower and cupped Isk's sheath in his palm, squeezing it.

The jackal leaned against him and groaned into his ear. "Ah, yes, that's the idea." He slid his paws over Krystof's belly, pulling at the shirt until it was entirely untucked. Soon, they were sliding over his belly fur, pushing it upwards as they worked up to his chest. The jackal's fingers teased the wolf's nipples, brushing over them, then pinching lightly and eliciting a quiet murmur of approval. "You are overdressed, Instructor Wolf. Let's fix that."

Krystof blew out his breath in a huff and gave Isk's sheath a squeeze before releasing it. "Don't call me that. Makes me feel dirty, like I'm about to fuck a student in high school or something." He undid the top couple buttons of his shirt, then lifted his arms, and Iskandar obligingly helped him out of it.

Isk tossed the shirt aside and leaned in again, paws working at Krystof's belt. "And here, that would be, if not socially acceptable, at least socially accepted. Young men must learn some time, and I think many would enjoy learning it from you." He growled as he worked Krystof's fly open, only to discover a pair of under shorts. "Instructor Wolf... Excuse me, no. Krystof. Hmm, Krys, perhaps?" He paused, groping Krystof through his shorts as he seemed to roll the name around on his tongue. "Yes. Krys. A good name, easy to moan in a wolf's ear." He nipped Krystof's ear pointedly. "Krys, these shorts, you may be the only person here who wears them. The desert is too hot for undergarments. It is, arguably, too hot for garments, but we must hide things sometimes."

Krystof slipped his paw back into the jackal's pants, this time reaching lower to cup cream-furred balls and roll them slowly in his palm. "I was not, uff, briefed on this."

Isk squeezed his balls through his shorts. "No, I can see you were not." He shook his head disapprovingly and sat back, shucking his own pants. "Now, get out of them. They are unacceptable."

Kyrsof chuckled and moved to kneel on all fours, facing away from the jackal and putting on a show of his own as he shimmied out of his pants and shorts, leaving himself bare. His tail waved up over his rump, and when he kicked his pants off, he could feel his balls swinging between his thighs and his sheath dangling from his belly. The air in the vehicle had warmed from their movements, but he still felt a cool bite as his tip pushed from his sheath.

Isk made his approval known by cupping one of Krystof's cheeks in his paw while the other slid between his thighs to cup the wolf's balls. He leaned in, kneading Krystof's rump while his chest pressed against it. "Ahh, yes. You have taken good care of yourself, Krys. Would we were in a better equipped place, I would like to see how well this rear of yours works."

Krystof coughed, but couldn't help and roll his hips back into the jackal's attentions. "Mmm. Perhaps when we get back to town. Off the clock, of course." He looked over his shoulder, wagging his tail slowly and thumping Isk in the side of the neck with it. "Since we are so short of essential provisions, I had an idea."

Isk's paw slipped forward past Krystof's balls to squeeze his sheath. "Do tell."

Krystof growled softly and leaned back, turning and pushing on Isk's chest. "I haven't had a cock in my muzzle in far too long. Sit back and let me fix that."

Iskandar's eyebrows went up, but he grinned and sat back as instructed. He pulled his knees up and spread his thighs, giving Krystof plenty of room. "Well, what kind of man would I be if I said no to a blowjob?"

Krystof grinned, taking a moment to admire the sight. Isk had pulled his belly in, giving the wolf a glimpse of his pucker, pink flesh hiding among the short, creamy, sandy fur. The jackal's frame was lean, but wiry, and Krystof thought it would look good underneath his own, larger form, as well atop him; either sounded like a good time. He filed it away, something for another night, with more lube. For now, he lowered his muzzle between Isk's thighs to nose at his balls. The soft-furred orbs were warm and a little musky, and he slipped his tongue out to lick at them. The jackal tasted, well, like jackal, which was to say mostly of fur.

Looking up, Krystof could see Isk watching closely, a grin splitting his muzzle. A paw came to rest on his head as the wolf pressed his nose between those balls, then nuzzled and licked his way along the jackal's sheath until his lips met bare flesh. Isk's belly tucked in, and when Krystof pushed his lips around the point and sucked, Isk gave a quiet groan of approval. "Oh, that's a good wolf."

Krystof couldn't respond, being rather occupied with Isk's cock. Instead, he pushed his muzzle lower and slid his paws forward, one grasping the jackal's lean rump while the other cupped his balls. Isk's shaft was warm against his tongue, and it swelled against his tongue as he went down on the salty, musky flesh. It had been far too long since Krystof had sucked cock, and his tail wagged as he felt Isk filling his mouth. The guide clearly approved, and his length jerked, spilling a shot of pre over the back of Krystof's tongue.

"Oh, Krys. Yes, that is very good." The jackal panted softly as Krystof bobbed his muzzle; thin, canine lips stroked along the shaft, while the pointed tip slid along the silky flesh of his tongue. "If you keep that up, I am going to cum. Is that, mmm, what you want?"

Krystof responded by pushing his muzzle down and suckling firmly, while lashing the first inch or two with his tongue. The jackal groaned and pressed his hips up into the wolf's muzzle. "I'll take that as a yes."

He could feel the knot starting to swell against his tongue. His paw slid up, leaving the jackal's balls, and wrapped around the base of Isk's cock, squeezing his knot as it formed. Isk gave a quiet, strained groan, and only the tension of his body gave Krystof warning that he was about to climax. The jackal's paws found the wolf's ears, gripping around them as he came. His length throbbed in Krystof's mouth, and then hot, sticky musk shot over the wolf's tongue.

Krystof swallowed readily, tongue undulating against the jackal's length as he drank down the seed, pulling it down his throat before he could notice the bitterness. He had always found it better that way.

Finally, the jackal's flow stopped, and he pushed Krystof away. The vehicle reeked of arousal now, and Krystof could tell from the scent that his own cock had been dripping. Nowhere important, he hoped.

Isk rubbed the wolf's ears. "Oh, goodness, Krys. It has been a while since anyone serviced me."

Krystof sat back, his legs crossed, and grinned. His tongue fell out of his muzzle, glistening with a lingering hint of the jackal's seed. "It's been a while since I've serviced anyone."

Isk clucked his tongue. "You have not lost any skill, then." He glanced down and reached out, wrapping his paw around the wolf's erection. "Ah, but I see you enjoyed that and need your own relief."

Krystof could not deny that. He groaned, and his cock leaked over the jackal's paw. "Mm. I would not say no to that."

"Then lay back." Isk pushed on his chest for emphasis.

Krystof yielded to the pressure, laying back on the blanket and watching Iskandar curiously. The jackal moved over and straddled his thighs, pressing his spent, but still firm and knotted cock against the wolf's shaft. Isk's cock was warm and slick from Krystof's muzzle, and Krystof's was slick with his pre. When the jackal rolled his hips, they slid against each other, and Krystof let slip a moan. "Ahh, fuck."

The jackal chuckled as he humped slowly against the wolf. "Mmmhmm. That's the idea." He wrapped a paw around their lengths, reaching with his fingers to pull his shaft against Krystof's, his knot tucked behind the wolf's. He squeezed Krystof's knot and tugged at it, using his hips to bump his own knot against the bulb. "Come on wolf, you know you want to cum.

Krystof shuddered under the assault, and he gripped at the blanket in his paws. He rolled his hips as the jackal rode him, and soon, he was cumming himself. He let out a short bark, and his length jerked in the jackal's grip, and then he could smell his seed as it shot from his tip, splattering over his belly and lower chest. The jackal tugged at his knot as he came, until finally his point was simply dribbling into his fur.

Isk leaned forward to lick the wolf's muzzle, then ducked down to sweep his tongue over those ropes of seed. Krystof simply watched as the jackal cleaned him, enjoying the sight and the feel of that tongue across his front. His cock responded, too, pushing upwards, even though he was almost spent, and spilling a heavy dollop of cum onto his belly.

That tongue found it soon enough, and when the wolf's fur was finally, clean, he rolled onto his back next to Krystof. He looked over, licking his muzzle. "Mmm, your taste is not bad, given what I have seen you eat."

Krystof chuckled. "I uh, well. Thanks."

Isk reached over and patted his sheath. "It's a good thing. For now, though, I think we should sleep. I'm certainly feeling ready for it."

Krystof blew out his breath, then rolled onto his side to lick at Isk's lips, tasking a hint of himself there. "Yeah. Um. Goodnight."

The jackal patted his cheek. "Yes, goodnight, Krys. We have much work in the morning."

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Krystof was awakened by a clap on his shoulder, followed by a pain in his back. The blanket had not been wholly adequate to protect him from the hard bed in the back of their vehicle.

"Wake up, Instructor Wolf. There is much to do before we can go anywhere." Iskandar seemed entirely too chipper.

He groaned, but the jackal would not leave him be. "No complaining, only digging." Pants landed on him, followed by a shirt. "Get dressed. We must dig out before it gets too hot, else we will be digging in the heat, and you should know better than that by now."

Krystof grumbled, but sat up, and started to dress himself. It was awkward in the back of the vehicle, and he decided to forgo the added hassle of underwear. It was the local custom, after all.

A couple hours spent extricating the vehicle proved the right of it. He was hot, but not as hot as he'd been at other times, doing less work with more clothing. He related this when they climbed back into the front, and Iskandar simply laughed. "It is as though we live here all the time, Instructor Wolf."

Krystof coughed. "Yes, well." Looking through the windscreen, he couldn't see any sign of the road he'd expected. "I guess it's slow going from here?"

The jackal nodded. "Yes, it certainly is. But it is not so bad. We have clear skies, so navigation and data are back, and your employer at least managed to purchase an appropriate vehicle with appropriate tires. We shall manage."

Krystof sat quietly as Iskandar eased the vehicle forward, and the nav system suggested they were more or less keeping to the track of the road. Finally, he spoke up. "So, will anyone come along and clear it, or do you just wait for it to blow away?"

"That is an excellent question. It is a fairly major road, so a clearing crew should come through in a few days. In the interim, we all know how to drive on the sand. Where it is open, the wind will do most of the work."

"And shipments? Do they reroute?"

Iskandar shrugged. "Those that cannot handle the sand, they will wait, or reroute, depending on what works best. It is part of life here, so we adapt. One can no more tell the wind not to blow the sands than the sun not to rise."

Krystof nodded, and they rode on in silence again.

Finally, Iskandar spoke up. "Why do you ask questions now, Krys? You have not been so curious in the past." He snorted. "Has an old jackal changed your mind about New Kandahar?"

Krystof hit him in the shoulder. "You are not old. But perhaps. Still, as you have pointed out repeatedly, I will get more out of my time here if I learn the local ways, instead of clinging to what I know from a place that is not relevant."

"Ah-hah! Progress from the young wolf. Perhaps there is hope for you yet. And for this project."

"Mm. Yes. So, when we get to town, perhaps you can introduce me properly to tea."

The jackal grinned widely. "I can introduce you to much more than that, Krys."

Krystof coughed, but answered with his own grin. "I would enjoy that."