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Star sighed, walking slowly through the streets of Nome. Head hung low, he plodded aimlessly through the familiar dirt streets, everyday sights doing nothing to cheer him up. Despite the dim rays of light still peeking over the horizon, there was no one else around - it was past midnight, and all of the regulars were long since retired to their beds. That was okay; the loneliness fit his current mood.

A slightly cool breeze ruffled his thick grey fur and he raised his nose to the wind, closing his eyes and letting it whisper by him. The warm summer weather had been wearing on him; the entire day had been spent uncomfortably warm and trying his best to stay out of the sun. Unseasonably hot weather had lasted far longer than usual, and it made the dogs of Nome a very unhappy group.

He wasn't quite sure what he was looking for. His owner's home, a bowl full of food, and a nice cozy bed were a few streets behind him, but he couldn't bring himself to go back there yet.

In truth, Star had felt a gnawing discontent slowly eating away at his typically chipper mood for a long time. It wasn't something he could easily pin down... He enjoyed his job. He liked his friends. Since Steele had left in disgrace, their group had become a lot closer to one another, and now rather than the antagonistic companionships he had before, he had genuine connections. Maybe it was the boredom - although the mushers still put him and the other dogs through training, it hardly filled the day, and running through the town was no substitute for running the countryside and seeing other sights. Aside from that, it wasn't like much had changed lately.

Maybe that's it, though, he thought, a grimace twisting his typical goofy grin awry. The true problem was that nothing had changed in many ways. His friends were great, but they were just that... Friends. Regardless of how well they treated him, how many laughs they might share together, at the end of the day he still went home alone. The rest all had mates, and half of them even had pups at this point.

At the end of the day, nothing had changed. He was still the comic relief of the team, and it showed. The couple of bitches in town he'd propositioned turned their noses up with a snort, and the males... Well. He was nowhere near brave enough to cross that bridge.

Sighing as he reached the end of the street, he looked back towards his home for a moment, but decided against going back. Instead, he crossed over the boardwalks and started walking slowly down the beach. The soft lapping of waves against the rocky shore was soothing, and Star gradually relaxed, letting his mind wander down seldom tred paths.

In truth, one of the main reasons he had enjoyed being on Steele's team so much was the view. Nikki made jokes about it being monotonous, but not to Star. The powerful husky's thick, muscular thighs made any trip a joy, regardless of how long. And that was to say nothing about what else lurked under that tail... He had spent many a day running entranced by the swaying and jostling of the husky's heavy balls, round and darkly perfect in every way. The brief glimpses he caught right under Steele's tail of his pink pucker gave him shivers, and sent tingling sparks dancing through his groin in all the best ways.

For all his studly looks though, Steele's personality had been truly repulsive, and although Star had sucked up to him he was happy to see the abusive husky gone. Their team had briefly been thrown into turmoil after that eventful run, but Steele's replacement was obvious even during their hazardous race back to Nome. Not only was Balto faster than Steele had ever been, but he seemed to genuinely care about each of them, something Steele had never done.

After Balto had joined the team as their new lead dog, Star had been awash with shame at the way he had treated the wolfdog. However, when he had tried to apologize Balto had laughed it off. "Don't worry about it. Done is done, Star." Star left that day with a powerful mix of emotions roiling in him, varying at any given moment from admiration to awe, gratitude to love.

Now he had a new reason to enjoy being on the team. Running directly behind Balto had its benefits, and he didn't feel the same mix of lust and revulsion as when he had ogled Steele. Balto's underbelly fur, darker than Steele's, perfectly complimented his furry testes, which always seemed to hang a little lower than the husky's ever had. While not as muscular as Steele had been, there was a certain lithe masculinity to him that was every bit as appealing. Plus, Star just loved his scent - there was a certain air of the wild to it which always reminded him of forests, rivers, lakes... Anywhere other than Nome.

The subject of his fantasies, his favourite pass-time during a long run, had now shifted almost entirely to Balto, with a few of his other friends occasionally making an appearance. He tried not to stare too obviously but it was hard, especially considering that he was second in line, directly behind the wolf-dog himself. Despite the chill wind that usually blew against them during the runs, it was impossible to avoid the mutt's scent - not that Star wanted to.

Deprived of the runs during the summer, Star still saw Balto around a lot. The team typically had training regimens to run every day, and even on the rare days off they still saw one another - it was almost impossible not to, considering how big Nome was.

Today had been one of those off-days, and for once the team had spent their time with their families rather than one another. For Star, that meant being curled up at his owner's feet while the man read - he almost never went outside, and it drove the husky batty. He had managed to escape in the early evening, and had spent the rest of the day wandering aimlessly. A couple times he had caught glimpses of his friends, but they were always busy with their owners, mates, family - he hadn't seen Balto yet, but he was probably just out on his boat. Despite all that had happened after the medicine run, the wolfdog still clearly didn't feel completely comfortable around Rosy's parents, and preferred to sleep out on the old tug boat. Jenna split her time between being with Rosy and being with Balto, and judging by the number of pups they had sired already, their time together was being spent rather productively.

No, today was a day for himself, and truth be told, he didn't really mind. Dropping to his supple haunches, he gazed out over the darkling sea and absently pawed at his sheath. With a slow shiver and a barely audible groan, he rolled his hips lightly against his groping paw, letting his balls bounce lightly against his wrist. This is what I've been needing. It could be hard to find enough time to himself while training to tend to his carnal needs, and he didn't dare try at home anymore - his owner had caught him once fully hilted in his own throat, and...

Star shook his head, clearing those memories from his head. Needless to say, he hadn't been allowed near there for a week. But this isn't time for that. Blocking out the feeling of a phantom boot on his ass, he ducked his head down and grinned goofily at the presented sight.

Staring back and aimed directly between his eyes, his pointed red tip bobbed angrily in the warm breeze, a warm, clear drip forming on its tip as he watched. The fleshy spire bobbed lightly from his quickening heart, only the first couple centimetres freed from his grey sheath. Sighing, he rocked back on his rump, one paw stroking roughly at his rapidly tightening sheath while his other gently fondled his balls. He had always loved that feeling, rough pads sliding gently against the sensitive skin creating the most delicious friction.

Leaning down, he lapped fervently at his leaking cock, shivering from the sudden contact. Always possessed of its own mind, his growing shaft abruptly spurted a line of pre across his nose; without a second thought he licked it off, revelling in the salty, musky taste. Shifting his hips lightly, he pushed forward into his muzzle, letting his lips play against the distended rim of his sheath. Tongue extending, he pushed it slowly into his sheath around his throbbing member. That was always a favourite of his - the tight squeeze between his sheath and his knot coupled with the soft heat of his tongue was almost more than he could bear. He just had to play it carefully and not do it for too long - being fully knotted in one's sheath was never fun, and he'd done it by accident too many times.

With a loud moan he started bobbing his head, tongue writhing around his soft knot and slickening up his shaft. The intermittent bursts of pre started splashing in earnest against his tongue, flooding his taste buds as little rivulets dripped from his lips. He loved the feeling of his paw roughly rubbing at his sheath while his tongue caressed from the inside - the confluence of the two sensations was one of the most incredible things he had ever discovered.

However, with the incredible sensations came a rapid thickening of his knot, and he reluctantly withdrew his tongue from its tight embrace to his hidden shaft. Pursing his lips, he pressed softly against the rim of his sheath, slowly peeling it back. Star left it over his knot for the moment, slowing for a moment and just enjoying the smooth warmth of his tongue over his pulsing pink tip. In the moment of quiet, he let his mind wander, and quickly it returned to where it usually fell these days - the warm, crooked grin of a certain wolf-dog. Naturally, in his mind the smile was reserved for Star and only Star. All of Balto's quiet intensity was focused solely upon the husky, and Star couldn't stop himself from shivering.

The cock in his muzzle became Balto's to his mind's eye, the balls swaying below the pulsing shaft living up to the wolfdog's lupine heritage. All the fur filling his eyes grew coarser and thicker, shifting from his creamier tan to a more subdued gray. His shaft thickened to his eyes, hidden tip darkening to a lively crimson while the shaft swelled, a delicious taper leading up to the sheathed knot. Star's own familiar scent shifted in his nose, taking on a hint of pine and wild wolfish musk; the pre filling his muzzle took on a slightly saltier flavour, that same achingly familiar lupine musk now flooding his mouth. He couldn't help but moan in a thick voice, carried away on a fancy.

Another quick shift, and now it was Balto's strong hips that filled his vision, bushy tail swept aside to bare his darkly alluring pucker. Star swept his tongue across its tight clench, once, twice, loving the all-encompassing flavour. Grunting, he wandered down between the wolfdog's thighs, licking lightly at his lightly furred sac before cupping the precious orbs on his tongue. To his sex-addled brain, the thought of holding his hero's dark skinned testicles in his muzzle was almost more than he could bear. The only thing he could do was suckle lightly at them, feeling them pull up tighter to Balto's body in response.

Now, he leapt to his hind paws, wrapping his front around the wolfdog's lithe haunches as Balto rolled his hips downwards. Star could almost pretend that his tongue was the warm surface of Balto's tailhole, almost. "Oh, Balto..." he moaned in a husky voice, driving his own hips forward into his muzzle as his dream self speared the wolfdog open. His mouth wasn't quite right, but... To his mind's eye, it was more than enough. Warm, slick, tight, just how he thought the wolfdog's tailhole would feel... His balls slapping into Balto's own, tail wagging uncontrollably as he followed his deepest of instincts. The subtle clenches around his cock from the wolfdog's spasming hole, a growing chorus of growled moans from the two of them, a gentle nose snuffling and licking at his balls...

Licking at my balls?!

The mental image evaporated in a flash as Star's eyes shot open in shock, yanking his head up, a string of pre trailing from his throbbing tip to his lips. For a moment, his brain refused to cooperate and translate what his eyes were seeing - a dark expanse of gray filled his vision, swaying slightly. And yet that tongue's warm, wet brush against his balls continued, playing with each separately before trailing up his swollen sheath. Sliding slickly along his bobbing length, it curled capriciously along the tip, collecting an unbidden spurt of pre before it lingeringly withdrew.

And then an oh-so-familiar face swam into view, burnished golden eyes glinting mischievously as the devious tongue lapped at a long muzzle of sticky and matted fur. "Hey."

Star jerked back in shock, rolling back on his haunches. For an instant, his front paws flailed at the air, clawing for balance before he tipped back over. Landing on his back with a thump, he just lay there for a second, dazed. He didn't even think about covering his blatantly obvious arousal with his paws.

Abruptly, the wolfdog's face swooped in over his once again, the wild mutt's body settling above his own. That same crooked grin he had so often fantasized about now was brought to bear upon him, and he couldn't help but stare back, mouth agape. "B... Balto!" Star exclaimed, an embarrassingly high-pitched crack splitting his voice. He didn't normally feel nervous around Balto - but then again, he wasn't normally pinned down by the mutt with his cock at half mast between them. Flinching had become somewhat less common for him since Steele had left, but old instincts still kicked in as he winced, half-expecting a smack.

Instead, Balto dipped his hips slightly; with a sudden gasp, Star felt the wolfdog's own sheath graze momentarily against Star's pulsing flesh. Cheeks burning, Star shifted his hips slightly, bringing his heated flesh back into contact with the wolfdog's sheathed member. He held still with with bated breath, waiting for a response - never before had he been so forward, and although Balto had started it, he still was subconsciously waiting for a growl, a smack, a nip.

Again, Balto surprised him. Shivering below his thick coat, he winked down at Star and pressed his pride firmly against the husky's own. With a gasp, Star ground himself against Balto's sheath, cock pulsing anew with renewed vigour. The wolfdog's coarse fur just felt so damn good against his sensitive shaft, that warm fleshy tube pulsing slightly on its own, a hint of slick, bare flesh against his own... The first warm squirt against his shaft had him writhing in ecstasy, and with a euphoric moan he just barely managed to claw back from the edge of an explosive orgasm.

Shoving Balto back lightly, Star panted heavily as he rolled to his paws, cock heavy and dripping with both his and the wolfdog's heady pre. Tongue lolling from his muzzle, he slowly fought his way back to awareness, thoughts swirling in his head. He wasn't normally one to be lost for words, but he had to pause and try to collect himself. "...Balto?"

"Yes?"

The wolfdog's grin was both infuriatingly innocent and enticingly infectious, and Star couldn't help but return it. He felt like he'd smacked his head on something hard, and was just having a good dream... But still, even if it was only a dream, it was too damn good to turn down.

"Why?" Suddenly, his words returned in a rush. "What are you doing here, Balto? I mean, you've got... Jenna, and you're with her, and you've got pups, and I'm just here on my own, and you were licking me, and..."

"Easy Star, take a deep breath." Balto winked at him, sitting down. Star stared openly at the inch of crimson flesh jutting from the tip of his furry sheath, bouncing lightly in time with his heavy balls to the beat of his powerful heart. "You're talking like Kaltag now."

"HEY! I heard that, wise guy."

Star whipped around, heart leaping into his throat as a wave of cold shock washed over his body. Sure enough, the tan chinook was striding towards them, tail up and a scowl plastered across his muzzle. "Just what do you mean by that, you snarky..."

"Mutt? Ass? Idiot? Lobo?" Balto cocked an eyebrow, smirking. "Brute? Miscreant? ...I could go on."

For a moment, Kaltag stopped, fixing Balto with a fierce scowl which the wolfdog met with an innocent expression. They both stared in silence, neither blinking, neither moving... And then, Star saw a muscle in Kaltag's cheek twitch, once, twice - and the chinook broke out into raucous laughter, followed shortly by Balto. Star joined in nervously, even more unclear about what was happening than he had been a moment ago.

Still chuckling, Kaltag sat down next to Balto, leaning against the wolfdog affectionately and wagging his tail. Looking at Star appraisingly, he gave the husky's crotch a significant glance. "You got started without me?"

Balto snorted and playfully butted his head against Kaltag's neck. "I was going to hang back and wait for you, but..."

Trying to cover his still-pulsing arousal with his front paws, Star leapt in. "He started it!"

"I started it, did I?" Balto sniggered, tilting his head. "I wasn't the one with my cock pressed balls-deep into my throat, was I?"

"No, but you were still licking my balls, Balto!" Star pointed with one paw, letting his cover fall for a moment. "Look, he's still got my pre on his face, Kaltag!"

Kaltag gave Balto's matted face a close look, devious grin slowly spreading as he sniffed. Leaning in, he slowly licked at one of the sticky patches, seeming to savour the taste. He made a show of widening his haunches, and Star couldn't help but watch spellbound as the first inch of tapered vermillion flesh poked free of his fuzzy tan sheath.

Turning his head slightly and rolling his eyes to the side, Balto shoved the big chinook lightly with his shoulder, licking the side of Kaltag's muzzle. "You know, Star..." he said conversationally, casually slipping a paw down to cup the tan chinook's balls. "Monogamy has never been my strong point."

Visibly shivering beneath his thick coat, Kaltag's grin grew decidedly more wicked. "You don't say, Balto?" Winking at Star, he leaned forwards to whisper conspiratorially in the small husky's ear even as the wolfdog's licks trailed slowly down his side. "Rumour has it that there's more than one bitch running around town who would have a litter of wolfdog pups in her, had she been in heat. And that's not even mentioning the males."

"I have no idea what you're talking about, Kaltag," Balto said in a neutral tone, eyes flashing as he let his paw travel up to rub slowly at the chinook's bulging sheath.

"I mean, there's me and Nikki..."

"Nonsense."

"Heard that a wolf pack once made a rather prolonged stop at your boat."

"Family friends, nothing more."

"That's why you came into town the next day, walking gingerly and reeking of wolf from all ends?"

"They like to wrestle, obviously."

Adopting a wide-eyed look of innocent surprise, Kaltag leaned forwards once more, cupping a paw around his muzzle to whisper in Star's ear. "I hear that he's even been with Steele!"

Pulling his paw back, Balto slapped Kaltag's haunch. "Alright, that's quite enough out of you. There were only five wolves in that pack, I'll have you know. What are us six guys supposed to do, lacking a female?" Shrugging, he rolled his eyes and sighed dramatically. "Hey, it's not like I'm the only one. You've seen Jenna when she gets with the girls..." Chuckling, he shook his head. "Oh, Rosy would be so mortified to see her eating Sylvie out." Looking back at Star, he smiled. "You okay there?"

It took Star a long moment to realize Balto was talking to him, and another long moment before he could force his muzzle to swing shut. Shaking his head quickly, he stammered for a moment before regaining a little cogency. "Are you guys yanking my tail here? Seriously?"

Really, it only took one glance to tell the truth of their tale, at least in part. The pulsing carmine flesh bobbing between their thighs was more than proof enough, thickening and dripping in the dim twilight. The grey husky subconsciously licked his lips, eyes shifting back and forth in rapid succession as he tried to drink in all the details. "I... I mean..." For the second time in as many minutes, he was totally at a loss for words, stuttering and trailing off. "So why are you telling me now?"

Giving Balto a wink, Kaltag turned a particularly wolfish grin on Star, slowly standing up in unison with the wolfdog. "Well..."

Risen to his all-fours, Balto let his own predatory grin sweep his face. "You seemed all alone here."

"And that's no fun!" Kaltag added, letting out a barked laugh.

"Besides," the wolfdog said, licking his lips suggestively, "We've seen you looking."

"Who hasn't?"

"To be honest, we were waiting for you to ask..." Balto slowly started sauntering towards the smaller husky, Kaltag joining at his side.

"But you are the slowest, the most passive, the most reluctant, the most lackadaisical..."

"You're slower than Kaltag trying to finish a sentence." On an unspoken cue, the two reached up and grabbed Star lightly by the front legs. "So we thought we'd help you along." Effortlessly they lifted him up, rolling the diminutive husky back on his rump before resting him gently on his back. "This work, Kaltag?"

"Perfect." Settling to his haunches alongside the husky, he lowered his head slowly towards Star's face. Tongue snaking out, he let a slow, lingering canine kiss trail across Star's muzzle. The smaller dog couldn't resist melting into it, rolling his head to the side and pushing back against Kaltag's lick. Letting his eyes swing over to Kaltag's face, he practically purred when a second tongue joined in.

Star whimpered softly, cheeks blazing like the sun as he positively wriggled under the onslaught. In perfect unison, the two let their loving licks trail down his neck, leaving slick tracks of matted down fur in their wake. Thoroughly bathing a wide swath across his chest, he was abruptly made aware of his arousal once again as a wide tongue passed directly before his drooling tip, warm breath playing across his sensitive flesh. "Ooooh..."

The next lick passed directly over his half-unsheathed member, wrapping delicately around his throbbing tip. Star couldn't help but jerk his hips slightly, toes curling in delight at the slickly warm touch. His balls were the next target - even as he was trying to recover from the first lick to his shaft, a warm maw settled around his precious orbs. Soft and gentle, a tongue bathed them while another slurped and twined around his tumescent shaft, working at his sensitive flesh in blissful harmony.

The effect was immediate - once again he was pulsing out pre in little jets synchronized to his heartbeat. Face contorted by ecstasy, he leaned forward for long enough to see the wolfdog's long grey muzzle open, thin black lips wrapping around his tip before sliding down. As a mutt who had never had the pleasure of sex with either gender, seeing his entire shaft disappear into his biggest crush's muzzle was almost more than he could bear.

Gasping, he flung his head back, toes clenching tight as he desperately tried to pull himself back from the edge. Tail wagging uncontrollably, he couldn't restrain his hips from jabbing up and down, bucking Kaltag's mouth free of his balls. He didn't care too much though - Balto's muzzle was still wrapped tightly around his bone, and everything else seemed to fade into the background. Even as the chinook's tongue slipped cheekily below his tail, the extra stimulation only spurred his hips on faster.

Abruptly Kaltag's paw was on his sheath, and with an audible pop he slid it back over Star's quickly swelling knot. The wolfdog pulled back for a moment, and Kaltag slid into his spot, quickly driving his muzzle down to Star's bulbous base. Balto's tongue wrapped around his knot, a paw massaging his tightening balls as Kaltag remained squeezing behind his knot. Whining desperately, Star writhed against their heavenly touches; his hips flew in a wild staccato rhythm, balls bouncing heavily against his abdomen. His spastic thrusting jostled at his friends' heads, but he was beyond caring.

Now Balto joined Kaltag at the tip of his cock, both bathing it in hot licks and alternately suckling, and it was suddenly too much. It felt like a lightning bolt from on high coursing through his body - Star had never been so fast on the trigger before, but there was nothing he could do. He couldn't even warn them; the best he could manage was a choked yowl. If they had been paying attention, his balls pulling up tight against his body would have been a dead give-away - but they were either preoccupied, or didn't care.

Flinging his head back, eyes clenched tight and face contorted in a rictus of ecstasy, he put one paw on either's head and held them down as he erupted. The clear splashes of pre became jets of milky seed as his pleasure peaked, maleness quivering and throbbing in time with his virile spurts. A muzzle (he wasn't sure whose) wrapped itself around his turgid shaft, sucking hard and drinking in the first of his potent ejaculate.

Drifting in a rapturous haze, Star was barely aware that the first muzzle pulled away until he felt a brief touch of cool air on his tender flesh. Whining, he yowled as the other's muzzle took its place. Placing both of his paws on that head, he shoved down, forcing his shaft knot-deep into the warm maw. His swollen bulb slapped audibly against thin canine lips with each buck of his hindquarters; his balls clenched rhythmically as his pleasure lanced against the back of a canine muzzle in musky white streaks. However, he got no resistance to his paws, and only felt eager gulps caressing his cock.

Quick as it had come, his orgasm took a long time to leave. It felt like hours had passed by the time he finally lay his head back against the cool sand, sides heaving as he panted exhaustedly. The blazing wildfire of pleasure had subsided, but still the paw remained behind his knot; true to his canine form, he settled into his long, blissful afterglow, cock still spurting weakly.

Sighing contentedly, he slowly let up pressure on his friend's head, looking up slowly to see Balto's grey muzzle slip free of his cock. The wolfdog grinned cheekily, licking lewdly at the corners of his mouth where a little of Star's pearlescent seed had spilled free. A couple of gentle spurts escaped from his cock at the sight, only for his tip to get swallowed up in Kaltag's tan muzzle; the chinook's paw still squeezed behind his knot, milking him for all he had.

Even as Kaltag suckled on his still-hard cock, Balto leaned forward and slipped his slick tongue into Star's panting muzzle. Unexpected though it was, his first kiss was enough to bring back a renewed pulse of pleasure from his beleaguered cock. The wolfdog's own breath, light and warm, commingled with the potent flavour of his own jizz still heavy in his muzzle. Letting Balto lead, he attacked the wolfdog's tongue with his own, pressing their lips tightly together.

Reluctantly breaking the kiss, Star panted for a moment, trying to catch his breath. "Fuck." He couldn't think of much else to say, tail wagging slowly as Kaltag lingeringly pulled away from his shaft. "That was amazing!"

"That all you've got to say? Wolf got your tongue?" Kaltag quipped, the smirk practically oozing through his voice. Looking back at Balto, he chuckled. "Guess all we needed to do to get him to shut up all these years was blow him. Who'da thought?" He mimed smacking the smaller husky on the head, ruffling his headfur.

For another few minutes, Star just lay there in a daze. His eyelids suddenly felt weighed down, sleep's gossamer threads starting to weave across his vision... But although his cock was slowly softening, sheath sliding slickly over his diminished knot, he had never felt so horny. Not even before Balto showed up had he felt the same raw fire in his loins - the urge to sow his seed somewhere tight and warm was quickly replacing all other thoughts, and as he lay recovering memories of the wolfdog's tight pucker flashed through his vision...

But why do they have to remain memories?

Shaking his head to clear out the cobwebs, he rolled up to his feet. The purple husky suddenly felt alive, animated by the fiery passion gripping his brain. Blinking a couple of times, he realized that his friends were no longer beside him. However, he didn't have time to be disappointed - a few steps off down the beach, a glorious sight met his eyes.

Balto was faced away from the small husky, tail up, powerful thighs perfectly framing his low-hanging sack. His hips were slightly hunched forward, back curled slightly and pucker exposed to the cool air, and to Star it looked for all the world like he was asking to be mounted. That image in and of itself was enough to make Star's flagging shaft pulse again, just the tip poking out beyond his sheath now - but what drove him over the edge was Kaltag.

The chinook had sunk to his elbows, leaving his hindquarters high in the air. Parallel to Balto, he had tucked his lowered head under the wolfdog's taut belly, and now had a mouthful of prime wolfdog meat. Splashes of pre marked his face here and there, cheeks puffed out around the throbbing shaft by the rest of his copious fluids. Even as Star watched, Balto was barely restraining himself from thrusting into Kaltag's waiting muzzle - his hips were practically quivering from the strain, balls bouncing with every fresh pulse of pre to splash against the chinook's tongue. It was all Star could do to not race forward and tackle Kaltag out of the way to take his turn at the tap - but Kaltag was in a similar state of arousal, and Star couldn't resist ogling his shaft as well.

Kaltag's shaft hadn't yet escaped the tight confines of the chinook's sheath entirely, but the majority of the vermillion flesh was bare and pulsing. Dripping tip an angry crimson, it lightened to a hearty coral along its swollen shaft before tapering in at the beginnings of his knot, still encased in its softly furred protective prepuce. Just barely visible behind the knot, the chinook's heavy tan-furred balls hung, an exquisite pair of apples between the powerful trunks of his thighs.

For a moment, Star was torn by indecision - but another peek under the wolfdog's tail sealed the deal for him. His own cock pulsed out its agreement as he made his way silently over to the pair, stopping behind Balto. Now up close, he couldn't stop himself from poking his head between the wolfdog's slightly spread hind legs, letting his eyes feast upon Balto's bulbous knot, an immense mass of throbbing carmine flesh criss-crossed by dark veins. The rest of his shaft appeared occasionally as Kaltag bobbed his head, its lighter flesh laced with the same fine network of blood vessels.

Star had never been good at restraint, as the many times he had been punched in the head could attest to. This situation wasn't exactly any different... The very object of his desires lay mere centimetres above his muzzle, and he would be damned if he wouldn't take a taste. Sneaking his tongue up he lapped lightly at the thickened bulb, heart pounding as the musky, masculine taste of the wolfdog's most intimate organ washed over his tongue.

It didn't appear that Balto noticed the additional tongue, but Kaltag certainly did. Eyes flickering open, he grinned as he played his tongue out to caress Star's own, the robust tang of lupine pre heavy in his saliva. Tipping his head forward slightly, he let a bit of the pooled fluids accumulating in his own mouth pass from his tongue to Star's - and it was all Star could do to keep from shoving Kaltag back and claiming the whole thing for himself.

Savouring the flavour, he reluctantly pulled back - he couldn't ignore his own body's urges any longer. Of course, he still took a pit stop at the wolfdog's balls to give them a good fondling and suckle with his tongue, heavy orbs jostling and drawing up against Balto's body. Again, he didn't get any immediate reaction out of Balto - but when he drew his tongue across the wolfdog's hot pucker he savoured the deeply pleased groan coaxed forth. The wolfdog's head swung back to face Star, eyes heavily lidded from the dual pleasures his friends were wringing from his body. His tongue hung free of his muzzle in a goofy canine grin; he didn't say anything, but anyone could see that he wanted them to continue.

However, it wasn't just the ecstatic expression that made Star return to his ministrations. Nor was it the taste, exotically intoxicating as it may have been. What drove him back to slathering up the wolfdog's tight tailhole the throbbing between his own thighs, that raw and primal drive so recently awoken. He licked enough to get the tight pucker slick and slippery, delving his tongue in once or twice for a taste - but his urges couldn't be denied too long.

Leaping to his paws, he gave Balto's tailhole one last swipe of the tongue before rearing back and wrapping his front paws around the wolfdog's muscular thighs. Tightening his grip, he tugged himself forward, wagging his tail subconsciously as Balto rolled his hips downward for easier access. Thrusting in a wild staccato, he felt his sheath bounce up against Balto's leg, against his heavy testes, against his rump, spurts of pre splashing... But he couldn't quite get the angle correct. Frustrated, he nearly jumped off...

Until a paw wrapped itself around his sheath. Pausing his random thrusting for a second, he glanced down and saw Kaltag's devious grin pointed back at him. The chinook's paw squeezed his hidden shaft, pointing it up and angling it just so... And then a delicious, slick heat surrounded his exposed tip, and for the first time in his life he pushed forwards, tight lupine flesh parting around his engorged member.

Of course, there was no subtlety in his thrusting. Later on, he would remember and chuckle at his desperate speed - but in the moment, none of that mattered. All that mattered was the warmth, the tight constriction, the slick walls shivering and collapsing around him. Soft panting and licking were all he heard for a moment, until his balls collided with Balto's in a meaty thud.

Here, buried to the hilt in his greatest crush, Star paused for just a moment to catch his breath, but the silky contractions around his cock were too much to ignore. Wild instincts taking over entirely, the small husky pulled back and slammed his hips forward again, and again, and again. Jolts of pleasure rocketed through his inexperienced body, compounded by Balto's tight winking every few seconds. It seemed like Kaltag was back to milking the wolfdog, and Star could feel every jet of pre mirrored through his tight squeezing.

Whining uncontrollably, Star hammered his lupine friend mercilessly. Balls slapping together in a quick rhythm, he rode the wolfdog's ass like his life depended on his climax. He could feel his knot slowly starting to swell, but that was still a ways off - but now Balto had joined in the thrusting game, doing his best to match the smaller husky's breakneck pace as he ground back into the husky's swelling malehood. A deep growl started in the wolfdog's belly, sides rumbling around Star's paws as he snarled his pleasure from the rough ride.

A rich and potent canine musk was now rising thickly in the air, the heavy slapping and suckling sounds of their mating echoing around the deserted beach. Star clamped his eyes shut, letting his chest collapse against Balto's strong back as his face contorted in ecstasy. Wolfdog hips clamped in his vice-like grip, he hammered against Balto's clenching pucker, the subtle tug of his knot slipping in and out hitching his breath. If getting blown by his hero had been heavenly, this was somehow even better - the tongues had been glorious, but the warm muscular contractions around his thickening shaft just had an intensity that he hadn't ever felt before.

Star could feel his balls starting to tighten up against his body once again, the bulbous base of his cock rapidly engorging. Now it no longer slipped past the wolfdog's tight ring but instead slapped up against the slick heat of Balto's pucker with a wet-sounding slap, Star's saliva mixing freely with the copious pre leaking from his distended rump. As he danced back and forth on his hind legs in his mad mating dance, the diminutive husky could feel hot droplets of the slick fluid splattering across his bouncing testes, little rivulets dripping from their joined anatomy to be absorbed by the thirsty sand below.

Abruptly, the wolfdog's deep growl rose in pitch, and in a panting voice he snarled, "Do it already, Star!" Balto's hips sped up to a breakneck speed, grinding back roughly against Star's throbbing knot. Star could hear the juicy slap of the wolfdog's knot against Kaltag's lips on every thrust, and the chinook's eager grunts as his muzzle was ridden hard. The familiar tingles of his own orgasm were building quickly - faster than he'd ever felt before, even including the blowjob he had just received.

Growling possessively, the diminutive husky leaned forward to sink his teeth into the wolfdog's scruff, holding him tight. Hips slowing for a moment, he jabbed forwards forcefully, feeling Balto's tight pucker slowly yielding to his swelling flesh, distending and squeezing him tight... And then with a sudden, scarcely audible pop Balto's tight ring sucked in his bulbous knot, and just like that he was tied for the first time in his life.

The warm constriction around the base of his bulging shaft was the finishing crack to the dam holding back his orgasm. With a euphoric whine his pleasure peaked, the roiling flood of his ecstasy raging through his body as his drawn-up balls began to unleash their potent offering directly into his friend's constricting ass. Eyes rolling and vision blurring from the delirious intensity, Star's now-shallow ragged thrusts tugged at Balto's tight pucker - his knot was stuck tight, and the tight ring wrapped around the base of his cock sent electric jolts through his body.

Jolted out of his reverie by a sudden cry, Star released Balto's scruff and looked up with bleary eyes to see the wolfdog's muzzle raised to the sky. A high lupine howl pierced the heavens, and Balto's tight passage abruptly collapsed down on the husky's embedded shaft. Star couldn't see much from his vantage point, but he didn't have to feel the wolfdog's sudden, frantic thrusts to know what was going on - the powerful tang of lupine seed was rising heavily in the air between them.

For his part, Kaltag took it well - bracing himself against the abrupt barrage, his eager slurping sounded like it only picked up in intensity. For a moment, Star felt sorry for Kaltag - both he and Balto had gotten off, but the poor chinook was still blue balled. The chinook's tail was wagging though; clearly Kaltag wasn't unhappy with where he was. Star blearily wished that he could be in Kaltag's position, but the next powerful contraction from the wolfdog around his knot quickly overpowered that thought.

Moaning in bliss, Star hung his head limply on the wolfdog's side as his orgasm slowly wore down. Settling into a blissful afterglow, he focussed on the blazing warmth of his friend's snug passage, muscles still contracting occasionally around his shaft. Balto had stopped his own frantic thrusting and was now just grunting appreciatively every now and then. Clearly, whatever Kaltag was doing down there was still hitting him hard.

After a few moments of quiet, broken only by tired panting and soft slurping, Kaltag pulled back. Stretching leisurely, he gave Star a lick on the muzzle before trotting eagerly around the back. On his way, Star couldn't help but notice his sheath was rather swollen, its bulbous contents bobbing with his every footstep. The sight gave him a tingle, but he didn't quite put two and two together until...

Until a warm tongue bathed across his tailhole once again, slick with lupine seed and hot saliva. In his exhausted and blissed-out state, Star only whined, lifting his tail for easier access. The feel of another male's tongue washing across his entirely virgin hindquarters was one he had scarcely dared to imagine before tonight, and yet this was the second time in the last hour that the devious chinook had delved below his tail. His slobbery tongue took a detour across the husky's pumping balls, hefting them for a moment before returning to Star's winking pucker.

The slick appendage trailed off, Kaltag audibly licking his lips. Glancing back at the horny chinook, Star nodded with a needy whine, flagging his tail higher.

"You sure, Star? You ever done this before?"

Balto suddenly spoke up, still panting heavily. "Hang on, if you're joining in Kaltag, then there's no way I'm staying squatted down during that."

As Balto stretched out his hind legs, Star suddenly lost contact with the ground entirely. Doing his best to stay balanced, he wasn't prepared for the wolfdog to pitch forwards as well, dropping down to his elbows and leaving his ass up in the air. "Whoa there, Balto..." the husky exclaimed, "You okay with this?"

Looking back at the smaller husky, Balto winked. "If I'm going to be supporting both yours and Kaltag's fat asses, I'm not going to do it all hunched over like that." Shifting back and forth a couple times on his hind legs, he settled into a comfortable position, letting Star drape across his back. "That work for you, Kal?"

"Perfect," Kaltag chuckled from behind, smirk evident in his voice. Without any further ado, he mounted up, tucking his front paws under Star's spread hips to wrap around Balto's strong thighs. Pulling himself forward, his weight settled on Star's back even as a hot pressure poked at his tight tailhole. A warm splash of pre splattered across his pucker, sending a shiver rocking through his diminutive form...

And then Kaltag pushed forward, and that warm pressure became an insistent force, slowly prying his virgin passage apart for the first time.

"Fuuuuuu...."

Star moaned uncontrollably, his quivering body awash with conflicting feelings. He had dreamt of this for so long (although it was usually the wolfdog mercilessly pounding him from behind), but he had never expected it to hurt so much! However, with the pain came a strange spike of pleasure as the chinook's pointed cock probed ever deeper into his now-defiled ass. The little husky's breath caught at the first jolt, and with a huff he let it out in a rush, ass clenching involuntarily around the sudden intrusion.

Shaft spreading Star open like a hot spear, Kaltag pushed forward slowly but inexorably as more and more canine meat filled him. Mouth hanging open and eyes clenched shut at the intensity, Star slumped forwards onto the wolfdog's strong back, burying his muzzle into Balto's shaggy scruff. Breathing deeply of the wolfdog's deep cedar-like scent, he tried to focus on the pleasure, stars dancing on the corners of his vision. He loosened his clenching pucker as much as he could, although he could do nothing about its rhythmic contractions as he pumped his seed.

With another push, the pressure at his ring suddenly dropped slightly even as Kaltag slid deeper. As the tapered part of the chinook's shaft slipped easily through his loosened pucker, the fat swell just behind his tip pushed its way through his virgin passage, and the pleasure he had been feeling abruptly erupted to the forefront of his mind. That heavy bulge of canine flesh squeezed against something along its way, and the small husky couldn't hold in a desperate whine. Something just felt fucking amazing, Star had no idea what it was, but... He needed more.

Kaltag paused for a moment as the sultry swell of his burgeoning knot came to rest against Star's tight ring. "You doin' okay down there?"

Star's only response was to groan, wriggling on the wolfdog's back as he tried to recapture that glorious feeling. Pushing back against the chinook's wide knot, he whimpered pitifully. "Just... Do... Go back... Ahh!" Toes curling and an ecstatic whine ringing from his parted jaws, he shuddered as that mass of canine flesh pressed against that magical spot again. "There..." he groaned quietly, "Just... That spot. Do it again."

The little dog could practically hear the snarky grin wreathing his friend's face as he replied. "Oh, this spot?" Hefty balls jostled and bounced against his, the chinook's knot a building pressure against his tight ring - and that glorious, exquisite feeling again. Another slight jab of powerful hips, and stars were dancing on the edges of the purple husky's vision.

"Oh goooooooood...."

Chuckling, Kaltag started up a gentle rhythm, broad brim of his knot kissing lightly against Star's tense pucker with a gentle slap on every thrust. The first few humps were slow and measured, but apparently having been blue-balled for the rest of their encounter had left the chinook somewhat... Needy.

It started with subtle things - a low groan from Kaltag's lolling muzzle, a slight tightening of paws around his hips, a bit more pressure under his tail on every thrust. The delicate warm tickle of Kaltag's pre coating his passage mingled in perfect harmony with the heat emanating from that sublime spire of malehood, and for a brief moment Star was vaguely aware of the feeling of two other racing heartbeats, connected in such an intimate manner to his own.

Subtlety didn't last very long, the chinook as driven by primordial urges towards the completion of the act as any male. The paws clamped tight, tugging Star's hips back even as his cock reamed out the husky's thoroughly deflowered hindquarters. Kaltag's balls were no longer pressing up gently against Star's at the bottom of each thrust, but now slapped up against them rapidfire. Groans turned to deep, halting growls, punctuated with huffs and grunts of exertion.

Star was more than happy to fill the gaps with his own vocalization. Breath ragged, he let loose like never before, not caring how silly he sounded. He was his own chorus of whines, yelps, yips, and growls, and couldn't find it in himself to care. Balto was still squeezing him tight behind his sensitive knot, and with the energetic plugging he was receiving... Two orgasms be damned, it felt like he was ploughing head-on towards another.

The thickness of Kaltag's shaft felt heavenly, but Star was realizing just why Balto had sounded so desperate for the knot. Deep, subconscious instincts told him that the mating wouldn't be complete without it, and his cock told him that his orgasm wouldn't be complete without that turgid bulb of carmine flesh tugging against his pucker. Whining needily, he tried his hardest to impale himself upon the chinook's knot, but with his own still locked away in Balto's rear he could scarcely move.

Apparently Kaltag could read Star's mind through his desperate flailing. He didn't say a word, but sped up his incessant thrusting, hips flying as his knot battered up against the husky's slowly yielding tailhole. Each hump was accentuated by a juicy slap, hot slick flesh smacking against hot slick flesh. Pre dripped freely to the cool sand below, splashed about by the trio's efforts.

Slowly, slowly, the strain on Star's pucker grew in intensity until it felt like he was being torn in two. He whined pitifully, split between the sharp pain and the equally potent ecstasy. His balls were churning, twice-emptied though they were, and in his current state of blissed-out horniness he wasn't even surprised that he was teetering on the brink of a third orgasm. All that it would take was...

POP

The instant the chinook's ballooned knot finally slid home past his tight sphincter, Star lost it entirely. The pain vanished, replaced with the most incredible feeling of full-ness... And that thick, torrid bulb of flesh brought about an immediate spike in euphoric bliss, somehow deeper and more all-encompassing than the previous two peaks. Whatever it was that was causing those incredible sensations felt like it was being squeezed relentlessly, and the electrifying ecstasy jolting through his nerves slammed through his brain in a moment of glorious apogee. Tipping his head back, he howled his rapture to the skies, hips flailing randomly and toes squeezing as he ground against that heavenly bulb.

Balls tightening an astonishing third time that night, Star let loose in the wolfdog's still-clenching ass. Vision blurring, he was scarcely aware of the chinook's own breathy moan, the tighter grip on his thighs, and the sudden flood of warmth spreading through his innards. Somehow, it just felt right, to have Kaltag firing off in him as he painted Balto's passage white.

To Star, it felt like he spent an eternity wavering on the borders of consciousness. The immediate sensations kept him grounded - the tight, rhythmic clenching of Balto's pucker, the powerful pulsing of Kaltag's embedded shaft, the musk hanging thickly over the entire splattered area of beach. He clung to those feelings, riding the waves of his incredible orgasm even as Kaltag rode his own out. Even after his balls started to ache, drained and sore, the contractions of his peak continued.

Like any good thing, it eventually had to end. Resting his head limply on Balto's strong shoulders, he closed his eyes and panted as his orgasm ran its course. Belatedly, he realized that the wolfdog's legs were now trembling slightly - apparently supporting not only one but two other dogs during their intense mating was catching up to him. Still, he was literally locked to Balto's back, and couldn't do anything to help his friend out, short as he was.

Balto solved that problem for the three of them. Hind legs giving out, he pitched over to the side, and with a chorus of startled yelps the trio were pulled cock-first to the cool sand.

Winded, Star wheezed for a moment, slowly regaining his breath and panting. The cool sand felt amazing on his heated body, a delightful contrast to the sultry heat bathing his hindquarters. Sighing contentedly, he just relaxed for a moment, enjoying the post-orgasmic peace.

"I'm gonna be cleaning sand from my balls for hours."

Balto snorted with laughter at Kaltag's sarcastic remark. "Well, maybe you shouldn't have made such a mess, dumbass."

The smaller husky chuckled, but the same tinges of sleep from before had come back full force, and suddenly he could no longer keep his eyelids open. "Just gonna... Rest my eyes for a moment," Star murmured around a jaw-cracking yawn. Shivering slightly as Balto's ass winked around his knot, he snuggled up tight to the wolfdog's back. "If you need me... Well, you know where to find me."

Kaltag said something snarky, but Star was no longer paying any attention. As consciousness faded, the last thing he felt was the warmth of the chinook's gentle hug. Mmm... Yawning widely, he drifted off to sleep in his friends' encircling embrace.