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Steele and Thunderbolt breezed through several episodes worth of scenes until they hit a scene that just didn't feel right no matter how they did it.

"Rats." Toby cursed "I knew it was going too smoothly. Something is missing from this scene."

The scene in question was one where Steele, as the evil organization's counter to Thunderbolt: the Skulldog, had cornered the hero. The scene and dialogue were right, but something about Skulldog cornering the hero felt off. By the show's established rules, it would have been easy to beat him off, Thunderbolt would have done so a couple times over the storyline already up to that point. The stakes of the script did not match with what was on screen.

"Hmm, any ideas Steele?" Thunderbolt asked "We can't have me being wounded, since it is a kids show first and foremost, so how would we go about this?"

"Skulldog and Thunderbolt are almost evenly matched, but in a one-on-one Thunderbolt will always beat him...wait...in a one-on-one..." Steele smirked, "I got an idea, the agency Thunderbolt works for doesn't have the resources to deploy more dogs, but the evil organization has no such restrictions, they could reinforce Skulldog with minions for him to command."

Toby peaked up and then down again. "But...we don't have any more canine actors with experience in villain roles."

"Actually, there are two by the name of Rocky and Rambo, or Roscoe and Desoto as they were called in their movie roles. You may remember them as the main antagonists of Oliver and Company. They are actually part of the studio's canine staff."

"Huh!? I wasn't aware of that." As far as most were concerned, the two of them were one-hit-wonders, starring in a role and then moving on.

"After their roles were fulfilled, they were sold to the studio. And while they say they are satisfied with crew work, it's all obvious that they want to perform again. I can vouch for them myself," Steele continued.

"Hmm. It might just work, but where can we even find them? We don't have time to chase them around the studios," Toby wondered.

"Just call the staff department. Say it's an urgent matter, technically it would not be lying," Thunder suggested. Of course it was easy for him to think so, he would not be the one making said call.

"I guess I could push my weight around a bit, but you know I don't like to do that. But it might just be necessary in this instance. Hopefully they are not too needed elsewhere and we can move them to our department."

The call was made but Toby was honest instead of claiming an urgent matter. At first, he was met with reluctance to let the twins go off. So Toby had to put a bit of his reputation on the line and make an offer if things went well. The darn staffing department either wanted him to fully make them part of his crew or not at all. They were not keen on having the duo going back and forth. They would be overworked and their scampering around could cause problems to the film sets.

With Steele being on, the change in sets and costumes was already putting a strain on their given budget. Taking the twins on full time would risk sinking their metaphorical ship if it did not go as expected. But the malamute was certain in this, and his own addition was a boon to them.

"Alright. I'll... I'll buy them from your department. Who do I make the check out to..?"

The twins were shocked to hear that their days as staff members was suddenly cut short and for a moment, they shared a panic that they would be thrown out onto the streets.

But Steele and Thunderbolt arrived with reassuring and even excited looks.

"What are you two doing here? Shouldn't you be filming?"

"We were, but we need our full crew to complete the scene," Steele alluded.

"Eh?" they both asked at the same time.

"Some strings were pulled and two are now permanent members of the Thunderbolt series," Thunder told them, barely containing himself.

"But what can we do? We ain't fit for hero roles," Roscoe asked, hardly believing it.

"Exactly," Steele nodded. "It just so happens that my character needs some recurring minions."

"You mean. We're back on? Full time?"

"Full time," Thunder assured. "Depending on the audience's reception... This is a big risk for us all and we still haven't fully fleshed out the ending to the season's storyline yet."

The siblings looked at each other and then back to the shepherd and malamute "Then we better put on a good show."

Upon returning, the twins only needed a run through of the script. With no roles officially written for them, they would have to adlib a majority of the following scenes. Knowing this, everyone was on edge.

But Roscoe and Desoto were quick to adapt their previous experience to the show's atmosphere. Despite being twins, they found it best to give their characters differing personalities to work off of each other, providing witty banter.

It got to the point that the ad-libbing was better than what was originally written. Rather than directing, Toby was taking notes as the actors flowed off of each other.

Once more the scene they had trouble with before played, this time Steele as Skulldog was backed by his minions Bone and Marrow. Thunderbolt was cornered with no way to take on three at once, there was a brief struggle before the hero was overpowered and thrown off the ledge of the evil fortress that he had infiltrated, causing one of the film crew to softly gasp, but of course Thunderbolt landed safely on the mattress laid down to cushion his fall.

From the film's perspective, it seemed that the hero had plummeted to his doom, the perfect cliffhanger to end the season on.

"That was...brilliant!" Toby cheered. He had been worried, but the canines adjusted to the changes and played off of each other perfectly. The other crew members voiced their own praises. With it being entirely off script, it was like watching an episode's live premier.

"It's thanks to the twins," Steele said, directing credit to where it was due. They performed better than even he anticipated. The more witty characters of Bone and Marrow paired perfectly with the more serious Skulldog, making them quite the force, but also stand out characters, being both evil but oddly lovable.

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For the premiere of the episodes, a viewing party was held. The many changes in Thunderbolt's department had caught the attention of many and they wanted to see the fruits of it all. From Steele being brought on, to the resurgence of Roscoe and Desoto.

While watching the first episode as it aired on television they also had a live viewer count which would hopefully climb higher as more people would be tuning in than usual.

The episode hadn't even aired before the channel had their usual viewership, but when the intro began rolling it just suddenly began spiking upwards.

"This...this can't be right...right?" Toby mumbled. "It..it must be broken, we can't really have..."

Toby paused. "Oh gods it is still rising."

The first few episodes broke their established record, but when the introduction of Bone and Marrow came about, there was a pause in the viewership and for a moment, everyone held their breaths. But then came a surge in ratings; looking online, they saw many posting their excitement about not only new characters, but new villains.

"Toby?" Thunderbolt asked his stunned owner.

"We...we...we broke the record...not just of our own best performance, but of the old show and by a mile too." That did shock the dogs too. Ratings were sky high and phones were ringing as the last episode ended with Thunderbolt's descent into the shadowy abyss.

"Boss...we are getting so many offers, I can't keep up." Along with the prospect of another season, brands were reaching out for merchandising deals, wanting to capitalize on the runaway success.

"Please tell me Beatrice..." Toby looked nervous.

"We are in the green Mr. Toby, and that is without the sponsorships." Finally things had turned around. The overblown budget was made back and then some. "How should we proceed?"

The most sensible thing to do was renew for another season. The companies reaching out would need to be researched for their viability and reputation. Though money was the goal, Toby did not want to sign licensing to a corporation looking to scam fans with over-priced merch or try to hoodwink the rights to the show from him.

"We'll look through them tomorrow. Tonight, we celebrate!" Toby and the others cheered for their successful gambit. Not only did they blow it out of the water, but big bonuses were expected. Perhaps their department would be given an expansion?

"So what does this mean for us?" Desoto asked with Roscoe standing at his side.

"I think it's safe to say you're now a permanent part of the cast," Steele assured. "You two were phenomenal."

"Hey!" Thunderbolt called. "What are you three standing around for?" As the humans were having a party, the shepherd had something prepared for his fellow canines back at the star's trailer.

"So this is the luxury a top star gets?" Roscoe flopped down on a pillow "I could get used to this." Desoto joined beside him soon after "Man I am drained after that,"

"Steele..." Thunderbolt tapped a little restlessly. He had waited all day, from the filming and the viewing party, with it nagging him in the back of his mind. "I need it, I really need it."

The malamute blushed. "R-right now? What about?" His eyes gestured to the twins.

"Hey if you two are gonna fuck, just do it, we won't mind." Roscoe very bluntly put it. It was easy to see on the shepherd's face and the scent of arousal coming from him.

"W-what? How did you..?"

"What?" Desoto asked in return. "You think you're the first to fool around with a fellow actor? Why do you think Thunder picks the private bath? Hehe. If we had more time that morning, we could have snuck in a quickie."

That explained how he knew the duo so well... "Uh... O-okay." He turned around to face Thunder but still felt the eyes of the twins looming on him.

"Please," Thunder pleaded, showing a new side of himself. He was already on the bed, lying on his back with his hindlegs spread.

"Yeah...give us a good show." Steele sent them a look "We will be quiet, we promise." the malamute shook his head and focused on his needy shepherd.

There was a moment's hesitation until Thunder spoke again. "You have beaten me into submission, Skulldog. What will you do with me now?"

That triggered something within him and his nervousness was all but forgotten. "Foolish hero. You've once more fallen into my clutches. And this time I intend to teach you a lesson that will stick."

The twins were confused at first, but started to catch on as the two went back and forth, realizing that they were roleplaying with the show's characters. "Ohh... Pretty kinky..."

"Silence, you overly bantering henchmen," Steele barked. The two quieted, understanding and playing along. "This is between you and me, my old foe."

"You failed to break me last time, what makes you so confident now?" Thunder challenged.

Steele got into position and teased the shepherd's entrance with his erection "Because this time...I know your weakness...not your..." Steele teased Thunderbolt's erection a little with his paws. "But rather...under your tail."

"You wouldn't dare!" Thunder said dramatically. And in return, a thrust came from Steele pressing a whole inch within the wanting hole.

The malamute chuckled darkly as the hero shivered and moaned softly from the sudden intrusion "I wasn't taught how to show any mercy." he informed the shepherd as he began pushing the rest of his length inside.

Thunder could only moan as he was slowly filled. It was large in his mouth last time, but it was even more so as it stretched his walls. His whines continued until the knot bumped against his rim. Then the real rutting started. Steele's actions were methodically, pumping his cock at a steady pace.

"You show him who the superior dog is!" Roscoe cheered.

"Yeah, just listen to him moan," Desoto added.

Steele let them have their fun as he focused on shoving himself in as deep as he could, keeping his thrusts controlled. He knew it was driving the shepherd crazy, wanting to be rammed inside of and taken hard.

"Y-you...they twisted you didn't they?...you aren't a villain...just another of their victims." Thunderbolt managed to say between his pants.

"Silence!" Steele began rutting the shepherd "I am who I am supposed to be, I am in control, I am not some...victim!" The way Steele performed made it sound so obvious that Skulldog wasn't trying to convince the hero, but rather himself.

"Then give me everything you have! Prove it to me!" Thunder challenged.

Going along, Steele gave a great shove of his hips, jamming every inch deep inside at once. The raising of the shepherd's voice filled the trailer. And through it all, the malamute was still pumping inside of him, using the force to rock the bed itself.

"Holy damn...this is actually kinda turning me on." Desoto subtly said to his brother so the rutting pair wouldn't hear.

"Well, why let the boss have all the fun, Bone?" Roscoe smirked and eased his brother down onto the trailer's floor. "We finally took Mr. Hero down. That gives us a reason to celebrate."

Laying opposite of each other, the pair each buried their muzzles in between the other's legs, lapping at their already growing cocks, bringing each of them to full hardness. Acting first, Desoto eased the tip and shaft into his muzzle, skillfully taking all the way down to the knot in a single motion. His brother moaned before a buck of Desoto's hips jammed his own dick inside.

Together the two of them 'sixty-nined,' groaning against each other as they humped the respective mouths wrapped around their girths.

The entire trailer was alive with the sounds and scents and intense and passionate sex.

Thunder's moans continued, his paws reaching up to pull Steele in closer.

"What's this? Are you giving yourself to me, Thunderbolt?"

"M-more...I need more...please."

"So I finally broke you." Steele bucked even harder, slamming his knot against the rim, steady smacks sounding with every crash of their lower halves together. "I admit, my true reason for seeking you out. I have had my eyes on you, you were a worthy opponent, but now it is finished and once I am done playing with you, I will finish you off."

All that came in response were pitched whines, Steele intense penetration filled his hole and ground against his prostate. Bit by bit, the knot was being pushed against his rim and stretched even further to take it.

"You have fallen..." Steele growled and gave an extra hard thrust, finally pushing his knot inside of the tight hole.

Thunderbolt moaned in pleasure as it made him climax.

"S-see, I am the superior of the two of us...n-now it's my turn!" Steele humped the hero actor whose orgasm was intensified by the immense pleasure, then with one final shove began to spill his seed inside Thunderbolt. They furthered each other's bliss by Steele's slow grinding of his knot inside and Thunder clenching his anus around the pulsing length.

Breathing hard Steele rode out his orgasm while nuzzling into the neck of the other dog.

"I...I can't do it...I can't make myself finish you off..." Steele muttered.

"Oh? A-and why is that?" Thunder asked, panting.

"My heart conflicts with my goals," the malamute continued. "You...villain Thunderbolt, you stole it from me."

The shepherd held the malamute "Then stay with me..."

"D-do you mean..?"

"I know it is not what you are used to or trained for but, together we can brave through any challenges that come our way."

"D-darn you hero..." Steele contradicted his words by cuddling close "I guess I have no other choice."

"Thank you Skull." The hero thanked the dog he had convinced to switch sides.

"My true name is Steele, Skulldog is just my codename." The two laid together and basked in the afterglow.

"You stole my heart too, Steele." Thunderbolt admitted. "The life of a hero is rather lonely. And I am glad to have someone to share it with."

The two turned as they suddenly heard the brothers moan as they climaxed.

"Phew...did I hear right boss, are we defecting?"

"Yeah, because if you are going, so are we. We're loyal to you not them and we will follow you no matter what side you are on." The doberman winked.

Steele huffed amused. "We are gonna be stuck like this for a while Thunder."

"Aww...we wanted a little fun with you too." Desoto looked distraught, but then his expression changed. "Good thing we know some tricks."

The two doberman got up to the knotted pair, one of them held Steele from behind and the other prepared Thunderbolt's rim with licks, then pushed on the areas around the shepherd's tailhole while his brother pulled on the malamute.

"Wha-?" Steele suddenly felt himself pop out of Thunder, his glistening erection throbbed from the sudden loss of tightness and heat. It was still fully hard and swollen, leaving him confused as to how they managed to get it out so easily.

"You'd be surprised how often we had to untie others that were tied but had to go on set sooner than they could naturally detach," Desoto chuckled. The pair licked their lips as they looked at Steele and Thunder's erections.

"How about a round two? Just to really celebrate our success as a team?" Roscoe suggested.

Both he and his brother presented themselves to the other canines of their team.

"I like it rough." Roscoe said with a growl.

"I like to be taken gently." Desoto admitted.

The now established couple were being presented to be a twin each. Steele took Roscoe and Thunder paired with Desoto, the optimal combinations for their own preferences.

"Don't hold back!" Roscoe growled as he felt the tip prodding his hole. Steele mounted him and hooked his paws for extra balance. Once he was ready, the malamute roughly shoved himself inside, pushing every inch past the squeezing borders. "Y-yeah. Just like that!"

Thunder and Desoto were in a different position. The shepherd was lying on his back and Desoto laid over him, his own back pressed to Thunder's chest. Paws wrapped around the doberman's chest and he whimpered as he was gently prodded before it eased inside.

"Whoa! Y-you're big!" he groaned, feeling the hot shaft gliding into him. "W-We really missed out, only having time for some licking with you after bathing if we were lucky."

"Well...you and your brother are gonna have a lot of time to enjoy me and Steele now that we're a team." Thunder assured.

The pairings were going at their own paces, Steele and Roscoe were again rocking the bed. From the both of them came deep snarls and growls from humping hard and being suddenly stretched by the invading girth.

Thunder let Desoto set the pace, holding him as the doberman rode his cock, going steady and bringing him extra pleasure by squeezing his hole down on the thick erection, already milking drips of precum.

"D-damn. You're thick and fuck really good too!" Roscoe barked, digging his claws into the sheets. He needed to really hold his body up to or be knocked off balance. Steele was thrusting hard, pumping the entire shaft back and forth, bumping the knot over his rim and slapping their swinging balls together.

"And you're taking me well..." Steele huffed. He was impressed by not only the doberman's strength to endure each pound of his swinging hips but the teasing he was getting in return, feeling the passage clenching down on him in time with every pump.

"F-fuuuuck...I really needed this. I have been getting out of form, I would have been able to take you going all out from the start without any trouble when I was in top form, but it is so hard to get any good dicking around the studio when you're always busy."

Steele smirked, "Let's help you get back in shape then." Gripping his body tighter, the malamute surged his hips forward, jamming his knot inside. And another harsh tug popped it free. Roscoe cried out as he was now being knotfucked, feeling his rim being stretched around the bulb each time it popped in and back out."

"Y-you are stretching nicely...but how the fuck are still so darn tight!?" Steele would not be able to hold back much more under the intense pleasure he was getting.

"T-trade secret, but if you and Thunder promise to f-fuck me like this whenever I get an itch I m-might let you in on my secret." Roscoe was panting faster and faster, getting close himself.

Steele did his best, thrusting as hard as he could but he crumpled to the blissful pleasure of his climax, groaning as he came inside of the still squeezing hole. He yelped as Roscoe was still moving against him, getting his cock to keep grinding within, just enough to push the bottoming dog over the edge, hearing him cry out as well.

"Rrrgh. Oooh... Not bad. Not bad. But me and my brother will teach you guys how to really fuck not just good, but amazingly." Roscoe assured, recovering rather quickly after two orgasms.

Steele was still basking in the pleasure of the last few ropes leaving his tip and coating those moving walls. He began to wonder if he was in over his head. If tonight was any preview of what was to come, his work was going to be cut out for him.

While the other pair were now tied, Thunderbolt and Desoto were slowly inching their way toward their respective orgasms as the doberman rode the shepherd in a steady pattern. His pace sped up a bit as did his moans and small whimpers.

For Thunderbolt it was rather hot to see a big and usually tough acting canine whimpering and begging for more. Daring to shift his hips a bit got a yelp out Desoto and a hard squeeze on his cock.

"J-just a bit more," Desoto assured, looking down at his own bouncing dick. It throbbed and flinging strings of his thick precum, making a mess of his belly.

Thunderbolt nodded and gave careful humps against each bounce, growling as he finally managed to tie the two of them just before reaching his peak. The two of them panting and growled as they came at the same time. The sudden tie and surge of heat inside of him was enough to push Desoto over the edge. His eyes rolled as his cock sprayed his thick ropes over his own stomach.

The german shepherd was floored how intense his climax had been, his afterglow just kept going almost a minute after he had finished throbbing and shooting his cum inside the doberman.

"F-feels good right? The slow build and intense finish?" Thunder just nodded, because he couldn't find his voice. The pure opposite of his brother, Desoto enjoyed the slow burn and the big payoff it brought.

"Dibs on the malamute next time, Roscoe." Desoto said to his brother.

"Fine...but only if I get a turn with Thunderbolt." Roscoe jokingly relied.

"You know..." Thunder said, finally finding his voice. "I was going to ask if the bigger budget could get you guys your own trailers. But how about we ask for one that's big enough to fit us all instead?"

"Best fucking idea I've heard in a while" Roscoe said approvingly as he began dozing off.

"That does sound really nice, are any of you okay with cuddling?" Desoto asked.

Steele huffed. "Yeah, I enjoy that. And I approve of the idea." Steele was promptly hugged close to Roscoe. "Mine tonight." was all he grunted before seemingly falling asleep.

"Excellent." Thunderbolt said "come here." He pulled Desoto close.

Soon everyone was asleep.

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The news of Thunderbolt's skyhigh ratings made rounds throughout the studio and for the most part everyone was impressed and in support of their efforts, seeing them as the underdogs of the studio.

But Balto was not in agreement. If anything he was appalled when he heard that this overnight success came when two more villains came about. Even worse, some mistakes on the set halted filming until the next day. Usually a day off was a good thing, but not when he was approached and asked about Steele.

"You used to work with Steele right?" "What's he like?" "Can you tell him I'm a big fan?"

Now he was being upstaged by the malamute even when they were on separate projects. To relax he wanted to take a hot bath but once he went to take a dip, he found none other than them, the entire crew of canines were soaking in the warm water, enjoying their downtime while the new script was being written and other deals were being handled.

"I think Toby really liked the idea of Skulldog and his henchmen ending up redeemed and switching sides, villain dogs always tend to die off rather than play any lasting role," Thunder pointed out.

"It was only because of your genius idea to have them all team up to fight a greater evil. And what was that again?" Roscoe asked.

"Can't tell you. That would spoil the fun," Thunder chuckled to himself. It involved the main human villain, mad science and canine dna.

Balto watched them carrying on. As best he could, he tried to leave before he was noticed, but just dragging his claws against the floor alerted them to his presence.

"Hey, Balto." Of all the voices, it just had to be Steele's. "How's your film's progress going?"

"There was an error on set because a few crew members came in drunk from your little viewing party," Balto answered with venom in his tone.

"Sheesh...they don't sound very disciplined." Roscoe commented. "How come the dogs have more sense than them? I mean yeah...we got drunk, but that was off sex, not booze." he joked.

"Wh-what?!" Balto sputtered surprised by the sheer brashness to admit that so casually.

He couldn't help but company himself, but none of those on set wanted anything to do with him after filming. He just couldn't wrap his head around it, he was the star of the movie and he beat Steele out of a role completely, so why was he still being favored?

"Balto. Would you like to join us?" Thunder offered.

"Why? So you can further torment me with your perfect little lives?" the wolfdog spat. He turned to leave, but Steele left the bath and confronted him.

"Why are you acting like this? There was a time when we were best friends. It can't be just because of that stupid award," Steele finally asked.

"You're right..." Balto said in a bitter tone. "You want to know why? It's because you always get the better outcome, Steele. No matter what happens or how low things are, you always manage to come out of it better than ever. But I... I seem to come out worse..."

"What are you talking about?" Steele asked.

"Everything!" Balto finally admitted. "There was no hope for me when I was a pup. Locked away in that hellhole they called a shelter. When I was adopted from the shelter I knew I had to prove I was the best..."

"But why the best?" Steele pressed. "You're an amazing actor, Balto. Why does being compared to me detract from that?"

"Because you always had something I didn't. When filming was over, I had no one to go back to. But you had your owner. I saw what you two had and I realized that I would never have that, even after playing the beloved hero. But I was content with being your friend, Steele. Maybe even more. But the night when we did have sex... When we were done, the first you mentioned was getting back to your owner. Did any of what we did mean anything to you?"

"B-Balto... I'm sorry. I had no idea. You always seemed so happy in the spotlight."

"I was...but after that sting it wasn't enough anymore, I kept getting more and more lonely. Now nobody wants to be in my company...I have no one."

Steele took a bold move and pulled the wolfdog close. "Because you keep pushing everyone away, Balto. I know you are hurt, but I promise we aren't inviting you to join us just to taunt you, we really do want to be in your company."

"I'm sorry," Balto sniffed. "I should have said something, but after that night, I let my anger guide my actions. I thought pretending that I was in a good place would distract me, but I just ended up making a fool of myself. I wouldn't be the actor I am without you, Steele."

"You know," the malamute admitted. "Despite all that happened, if you would have told me I would have welcomed you into my own family with open paws. And that offer still stands, but with a few more additions."

"Wha-what?" Balto said with bated breath.

The rest of the dogs had exited the bath and gathered around him "It is never too late to accept help, to reach out and we are happy to take you in if you want. After all, we are all family here." Thunderbolt smiled reassuringly.

The wolfdog didn't know what to say, but tears began to roll down his chin.

"Come on wolfy, join us." Desoto encouraged Balto.

Steele was glad that his old friend had come around. For so long he wondered and worried about what drove a wedge between them. But he understood that pride and anger got in the way of him asking for help. But if he had learned anything from recent events, it was best to reach out and help each other. Thunder helping him allowed Steele to push that onto Roscoe and Desoto, and now it finally came full circle.

"If you're feeling lonely, then just come bunk with us. A new trailer's gonna be brought in with plenty of room," Thunder offered.

"What do you say, old friend?" Steele asked.

Hearing that title made Balto sob and nod. Even after so long, Steele still considered him a friend...

After collecting himself, he did join the others in the water. Sitting next to Steele, it was as if they never fell out. Together they told the others all kinds of stories about filming the Balto movies, the good and the bad and how they helped each other through it all.

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After Toby worked his magic on the script, the crew worked harder than ever. The bigger budget meant bigger, more elaborate props and settings. They also worked in a cameo from Balto and Dodger, the Jack Russell Terrier who was the hero in Oliver and Company via a crossover special. It was rather tongue-in-cheek, even acknowledging the old identities of the twins, still up to their old tricks. It proved to be very popular with fans who recognized the characters and didn't like their fate in the movie.

It was more work than usual, Steele having to play his movie role as well as Skulldog. It took much filming to accurately portray them working together to cause chaos. Being cast as alternative versions of each other from different dimensions. It was very campy, but Steele was really challenged to balance his performance between two roles that interacted.

It was also a send off for Steele, a proper goodbye for the long time fans, with Steele turning on Skulldog once realizing how the evil the organization and doctor C he worked for was and learning of a planned betrayal; together, he and Balto manage to stop him while Thunderbolt and Oliver are keeping back the twins who then had a last minute change of heart once they too learned what was really going on.

It ended with the characters of each world saying their goodbyes and returning via the machine that the evil organization, that had trained Skulldog, had used in order to summon them in the first place. And of course it ended with the foe vowing to someday finally stop Thunderbolt before retreating into the shadows followed by the twins, but his declaration didn't quite have the same edge that it usually did, foreshadowing the season's final arc, planned to begin Skulldog's path to redemption.

It was met with good reviews all around, most realizing that it was not meant to be taken seriously, but that did not stop a few reviewers from pointing out every little inconsistency, but they were just laughed off. The main focus was so many canine actors reuniting again.

Just as Steele and Balto had rekindled, Roscoe and Desoto were glad to be with Oliver and Dodger on set again. There were lots of catching up and trading stories and tips exchanged.

Dodger and Oliver were set to depart again the next day, so of course the others decided to make that night before something worth remembering. The expanded trailer had come just in time and Thunder went ahead to make sure things would be comfortable. Of course, he needed Toby's help, there was only so much he could do on his own, leaving Steele to stall for time.

The perfect way to do that was to simply indulge in the party, allowing it to distract them with music and food until Thunderbolt returned. He and Steele gathered the others and all together, they left the party behind.

"Why are we leaving when things are getting good?" Desoto asked.

"Cause I've got something even better waiting for us," Thunder promised, leading them on.

That promise was already shaping up to be the case once they laid eyes on the much bigger trailer; being much wider and taller.

"Now that's what I'm talking about!" Roscoe marveled. "A proper place to fuck."

"Hope you're ready to break it in," Thunder said boldly, remembering the doberman's desire to be with him this time. For once, the usually bold canine was at a loss for words. "Hehe. Come on in."

The interior was even larger, the perfect size to house them all. The furniture from the smaller trailer was present but so were new things, more beds and bowls for them all.

"This is just the start," Thunder assured. "I was hoping we could decorate this place together, give it a little bit of all our touches. But for now..."

He approached Roscoe and again took him by surprise by grabbing hold of his collar and tugging it along, getting the doberman to follow him to a bed.

That left Steele with Desoto, who was at his side and guiding him to another bed, an excited look on his face. He wondered if the malamute knew just what was in store for him.

"Would you like to join us?" Steele asked Balto, who was standing rather awkwardly once he realized what was about to take place. The wolfdog looked surprised, but the inviting expressions of them both eased his nerves and he nodded, following them.

With the familiar canines all grouping up and getting started that left the duo of Oliver and Dodger, who looked at each other and nodded. The look on the feline's face told the Jack Russell Terrier who would be on top. For a moment there was embarrassment from knowing that the others would see him be taken by a cat, but looking around, Dodger got the feeling that they would not mind at all.

"Bet you are really excited being around so many dogs, little buddy." Dodger teased the cat.

"Hey, I've grown enough that you can stop calling me, you know? But...yeah...this really is getting me excited." Oliver shivered, it was kind of his thing. And not only were these dogs attractive, but they were bigger than himself, adding to the thrill of watching them.

"Well, let's not let this moment go to waste," Dodger offered, he stepped away and climbed onto a bed and rolled onto his back, knowing it was a pose that drove his friend wild.

The terrier shivered as his tabby companion began to tease his emerging erection with his soft paws, it was not after the cat dove down and began licking his entrance, his rough tongue sending sparks of pleasure through his spine. They were slow but rough, making sure that he could feel the bristles rubbing over his flesh.

Already, the terrier's moans were filling the room and it was joined by the groan of Roscoe, who was pinned underneath Thunder. Knowing that the doberman preferred things rough, he aimed to fulfill that request and more. With his weight pressing down on him, Thunderbolt let loose a few dominating growls, wrapping his paws around Roscoe's chest.

The tip of his cock was already prodding against the hole, at first prodding just to tease before really pushing against the hole, making it stretch around the incoming length. Once the tip breached, the shepherd growled again and rammed himself inside. The both of them raised their voices, Roscoe especially. In a single motion his tailhole was filled with a hot and hard prick that only sat for a moment before the strong thrusts came.

Contrast to that was Desoto, who was sitting on top of Steele. The malamute was already groaning from the slow grinds of the smooth rim rubbing over his sheath, easily coaxing his cock from his sheath. Even then, the steady pace was kept, made to tease and build up pleasure. Once he felt that it was fully hard, Desoto finally lifted and lined themselves up.

Steele expected it to be slammed down, but the doberman lowered his body at an almost antagonizing pace, from his tip to the shaft and down to the base, he felt the slow engulfing of his cock, rubbing against the soft and hot walls.

Once fully inside, that's when Balto was called over. The wolfdog had no idea of what to expect after seeing that, but he was simply told to get into mounting position. When his body was draped over Desoto's, the doberman lifted up slowly, getting a moan out of Steele. But when easing back down, there was a bit of resistance from the tip of Balto's cock wedging its way alongside the malamute's.

"A-are you sure you can take us both?" Balto asked, slightly concerned.

"My brother has his tricks and I got mine..." Desoto responded. His tone was playful, being filled with pride as he heard the gasps of surprise when Balto's length really slipped in, pressing close against Steele's.

Though he was being doubly penetrated, the doberman set the pace, taking control as he started to bounce up and down both pricks, groaning himself against the wider than usual filling he received in return.

Steele let out a gasp as he and Balto were grinded together inside the doberman. A new kind of pleasure came from the soft passage moving around them and each time, their dicks were pressed tight against each other, rubbing slightly and throbbing together, sending shivers and waves of heat through each other's bodies.

"N-not how you expected getting back together, huh?" Desoto teased, giving his hole a tight squeeze that made them both hiss.

Next to them was a bark of pleasure; Dodger bit his lip as Oliver's surprisingly big prick slid into his already teased tailhole. The cat was gripping him tight and wore a smirk on his face, showing the terrier who was on top. And the first thrust caused a rather pitched moan to sound, revealing that hidden kink within Dodger.

"You're making a scene," the cat teased, pushing the rest inside.

"I... I don't care. Just fuck me!" the russell pleaded.

His wish was granted and Oliver focused on plunging himself all the way to the base and quickly pulling back. The hole was tight, but had adjusted rather quickly, making it easier to penetrate with the aid of his own saliva lubing the way deep inside.

Squirming, the bigger male panted heavily. Despite the difference in their size, Dodger's body was being rocked by the strong pumps. Each came more forceful than it usually would thanks to Oliver's desire to show off. Pounding hard into the hole coaxed loud moans that got them glances and the feline reveled as eyes that lingered on him, watching as he continued to rut the canine hard.

"Oh look at that...little Oliver has gotten big...in more ways than one." Roscoe chuckled. For a moment he was rather jealous but a sudden thrust deep inside regained his attention. "Yeah! Just like that!"

Thunder was having his work cut out for him. Though he thrust with a bit of power into the doberman, Roscoe was taking him well and even gave back pleasure in return by squeezing down on the pumping length.

"Oh for goodness sake Thunder, I'm never gonna get off like this, stop holding back, I know you are." Roscoe told the star actor. The shepherd hesitated for a moment, but then did as his partner wanted and stopped holding back, his hips smacking against the doberman and he thrusted roughly into Roscoe.

Using the same power he did to get Roscoe's attention, he pulled back until his tip remained before shoving all the way in, using the muscles in his legs and hips to surge his cock forwards, slamming it inside. And that was getting the doberman to finally start panting and trembling.

"Y-yeah! That's more like it!" Roscoe praised.

Used to being on the bottom, Thunder only now realized just how much was required to deeply penetrate the other canine. But his body fell into a rhythm and the incoming pumps seemed to satisfy Roscoe's needs. He continued to voice his praises and even pushed back against him.

Growling, Thunderbolt held him tighter and dared to go faster, rolling his hips and bumping his knot against the squeezing rim. His precum was starting to flow from the tip, being amply milked. These sensations repeatedly caught him off guard and he started to open up to the idea of topping more often.

Just as his brother was being heavily pleasured, Desoto was very much enjoying his position, being sandwiched in between the two moaning actors. Balto's were especially loud, clueing him in to just how pent up the hybrid canine was.

Steele couldn't fight back the groans that rose from his throat. He wasn't used to giving control to someone else. And the slow pace that was kept was driving him nuts, only added by Balto's cock lightly throbbing against his own. Another slow lift and push of Desoto's hips caused Balto to make a long wine, biting his lip while his cock started to squirt pre over both of their cocks.

Desoto used his large body to keep control, stopping them from making any sudden thrusts that could break the pace. The slow pace was giving him immense pleasure as well, being penetrated by two lengths at once, feeling each throb and splash of heat underneath his tail. His heart was racing at the idea of getting them off at the same time and making his untouched erection throb against Steele's belly fur. The three of them moaned together, basking in the climbing pleasure, just riding it out as it steadily built.

Next to them, Oliver was going to town on his companion, not only pounding as hard as he could, reaching a paw outwards to rub at the twitching rod between Dodger's outstretched hind legs. Doing so made the terrier practically melt, another whine came as his long tone lolled from his muzzle.

"That's it. Let your little buddy take care of you," Oliver purred, using the title against his friend. Just hearing those words made Dodger's body tighten. Hard pants came as his length throbbed against the paw's touch, shooting his ropes over his own belly. Slowly, Oliver brushed his paw up and down, making sure to graze over the pulsing knot, giving as much as he could to draw out the bigger male's climax.

With Dodger's orgasm came the sudden tightness down on Oliver's own cock. His breath hitched in his throat for a moment, but he powered through, humping against the squeezing flesh until he reached his own climax with a yowl.

Another whine came from Dodger, this time from the orgasming feline's barbs trying to cling to his walls, but the slight sting was soon eased by the splashes of warm seed that slowly filled his tailhole. Softly rocking his hips, Oliver and Dodger rode out their climaxes until the pleasure eased, leading into a rather potent afterglow.

Following close behind were Thunder and Roscoe. The longer their mating went on, the more in line Thunder fell, tapping into his instincts. Now, he was rutting even harder than before, making lustful growls while rocking his entire shaft back than all the way inside, slamming the knot against the hole, stretching a bit more each time. The both of them were getting close and every little extra stretch that came led to Roscoe whimpering in anticipation.

"Do it!" the doberman barked, unable to stand the teasing any longer. "Push that fucking knot in me!"

Thunderbolt took it a step further by pulling back and then putting his entire weight into his next thrust, the extra force was more than sufficient to bury his knot inside the doberman, suddenly shoving right past the tight rim. The two of them groaned and growled, being pushed over the edge the moment the bulb firmly locked them together.

The shepherd was pulled into a powerful climax, unloading his seed into the wanting hole, getting more whines of bliss from Roscoe, who was panting heavily in satisfaction, spilling his own load onto the bed's surface.

"Just like that..." Roscoe chuckled, letting the lingering pleasure lull him into a relaxed state. Thunder stayed on top of him, still groaning as his knot ground against the seeded walls. His head was still spinning a bit from the intense pleasure that came over him.

"At this rate I will be back in topform in no time" The doberman joked as he panted from the ride Thunderbolt had taken him on. Hearing that made the shepherd gulp. If this was Roscoe when he was rusty, he was almost fearful to experience his full potential.

That left the trio of Steele, Balto, and Desoto still riding them both. Both the malamute and wolfdog were getting close to their limits. They were used to finishing strong by bucking their hips as hard and fast as they could, but the both of them were pinned and subjected to the slow riding.

The both of them were spilling more and more precum, throbbing hard against each other's lengths.

Desoto began talking soothingly to Steele and Balto as they were about to reach their limit, and had begun trying to toss and turn in an attempt to get any sort of extra friction.

"Reeelax, just a liiiitle more. Trust me, it will be worth it." The doberman assured them. He had been on the edge for a little while now, but held back so he could finish alongside them. The greatest challenge was taking two knots at once and every press down stretched him just a wider and wider in preparation.

It all came to a head when Desoto lifted up and eased himself down. But a sudden slam down on the other canine's bases suddenly pushed both knots inside. On either side of him, the doberman heard sudden moans and deep whines of relief.

Desoto winced, he was dangerously close to reaching his limit, he was definitely gonna need Roscoe's help to getting unstuck, but as the duo's warm release filled him he instantly relaxed and his own length throbbed intensely and then began unloading the orgasm he had been holding back unto Steele's belly fur.

Raising their voices as one, the trio came hard, spilling their loads. Balto especially gave a lot from his pent up sack, hearing Steele groan as his potent load spilled over both of their pressed cocks. It only magnified their pleasure, their lengths sliding over one another within the slickened hold.

"S-so what do you think?" Desoto asked, finally catching his breath. All he got in response were two groans of deep satisfaction. Even after reaching their peaks, the three of them were stuck together, giving them no choice but to stay in their positions.

"A little help here, brother?" Desoto asked. He tried to pull himself free, but the hold was much too tight for him to manage alone.

"Give me a moment..." Roscoe huffed, still tied himself. Thunder's knot was just softening and a few tugs released him, making the shepherd groan before he fell back on the bed.

He was soon at his brother's side, aiding with some careful licks to further stretch and lube his hole. Working in tandem, he managed to help Desoto free himself from the double knotting, his brother whining as he lifted his hole dribbling a bit.

"You have gotten rusty too it seems..." Roscoe teased his brother who was still recovering.

"S-shut it...I'll be back in shape in no time...especially with company this good." Desoto shot back. His brother chuckled, "Oh most certainly." the red collared doberman turned to the rest of the room's occupants.

"Who's got a second round in them?" He asked with a smirk and got groans back in return.

"You two are insatiable." Steele huffed.

"Nah...we just got good stamina." Roscoe teased the malamute.

"I'll take you up on that offer," Oliver said, jumping onto the bed the others sat on. It was clear to see that he was still erect and had more to give.

"Excellent, you can pair with Thunderbolt over there." Roscoe directed the feline over to the canine star.

"I...I want to just be with Steele if you guys don't mind." Balto requested.

"Perfect, me and Desoto actually wanted to play with Dodger, we never got the opportunity when we were filming together." Roscoe chipperly said. The terrier in question had recovered as well and was now motioning for them to join his side. "It's been a long time coming..."

As the groups diverted, Steele and Balto were left. With it just being the two of them, Balto felt himself blush.

"Are you alright?" Steele asked. "We don't have to if..."

But Balto cut him off. "No, I want to. I just can't help but think about the last time..."

Steele nodded then smirked. "Well, how about we make a new memory? A much better one?"

"What did you have in mind?" Balto inquired.

There was an aura of care as the two came together. Balto was a bit nervous, but Steele's actions were smooth and careful as he eased over the wolfdog.

"Are you ready," the malamute asked, lining himself up.

"As I'll ever be..." Balto replied. It had been a while since he had been with someone like this and even longer since he was the one on the bottom. He took a deep breath as the first prod came.

Using the fluids that still coated his erection, Steele carefully pushed himself inside, letting out a shuddery breath as he entered Balto's tailhole. It felt better than he remembered but he reminded himself to be gentle. About halfway in he paused, hearing the wolfdog groan.

"K-keep going," the needy plea came. Just being penetrated did much to ease Balto's nerves, replacing those feelings with pleasure that he wanted more of. And following suit came the rest of the malamute's length easing inside with hardly any resistance. Once hilted, Balto arched his back and moaned again, just feeling the rod sitting inside of him.

"I...I honestly expected you to be a little more...tight than this..." Steele muttered.

Balto blushed intensely "I...I have some...toys...I used a lot...I was really lonely and frustrated." The admittance earned him an "ahhh." from Steele. "You always were a naughty one." The malamute teased.

"What I told you that my favorite toy is nearly identical to you?" Balto teased, his tone turning sultry.

"Well...I would say I was flattered, but that no toy could possibly match up to the real thing." As if to emphasize Steele pulled out and thrusted back inside the wolfdog, earning him a deep moan.

That more than proved the malamute's point. There was nothing quite like being filled, made all more hot by the fact that it was canine that he still harbored feelings for. Every thrust sent his senses ablaze, leading to another moan and tremor down his spine.

"Mmm... You're right. It's so much bigger..." Balto groaned, enduring the steady pounds to his depths. Above him, the deep moans of Steele filled his ears, making his heart skip a beat or two.

Thunder would have been jealous if he had noticed, but Oliver was pushing him around, getting the shepherd on his back, showing who was in control.

"You know... I actually have a poster of you back home," the cat admitted. "From your little pin up collection."

Thunder blushed, being reminded of the little project he was a part of early in his career. A series of magazines made for animals. He was chosen for a few candid shots, but he was sure that part of his career had faded into obscurity.

Before he could say anything, the cat was rubbing at his cock, grinding the soft fur along his shaft, causing it to twitch under its touch.

"And I also got a big plushie of you...when I grew older and got urges I tended to mount it if Dodger wasn't around to help me out, so yeah...big fan of yours." Thunderbolt blushed.

"Why...thank you...that is certainly an...interesting complement. I am also a bit of a fan of you too, Oliver. Feline actors are even rarer than canine ones." The dog then gasped as the cat moved his body up and frotted against him.

Oliver chuckled and focused on moving his hips, more than satisfied to finally be with his idol. In addition to frotting together, he rubbed his paw over their pressing shafts, bringing another layer of pleasure to their actions.

"W-whoa..." Thunder groaned. The strokes of Oliver's paw and the steady grinds his feline prick against his own were at different paces, sending conflicting waves of pleasure through his body.

"Yeah, that's it..." Oliver panted, already leaking his pre over the other male's rod.

While the two of them were getting into a steady motion, the feline's counterpart was being teased by both twins at once.

Dodger lay on his back, panting heavily from the two tongues that swirled and lapped roughly over both sides of his shaft. Going along with their preferred styles, Roscoe was roughly dragging his tongue while Desoto made slow and careful twirls along the surface. Despite their conflicting actions, they managed to keep a sort of pace, balancing the pleasure between them.

"Look at how he is shaking Desoto, how should we go about this?" The doberman asked his brother.

"He is the smallest of us canines, so it would be best if I was the one who took him." Roscoe sighed, but nodded. "Yeah...that would be for the best."

"Bu-but you are just as big as him!" Dodger said nervously, he had seen their sizes and there was no noticeable difference.

"Just trust us, you won't even feel overly stretched once, Desoto knows his craft." Roscoe assured the terrier. Desoto rolled onto his back and Roscoe directed Dodger on top of him to lay back to stomach with his brother.

"And then we just slooowly push you down." Roscoe pushed the terrier down his brother's body, slightly pushing him down the blue collared doberman's erection until he was in the perfect position for Desoto to begin gently thrusting into him.

Dodger gasped as he was slowly being filled, and then again as Roscoe began licking his erection again, squirming slightly as rough paws rubbed his sides.

"Oh...your sides are still sensitive, Dodger?" The lustful excitement in Roscoe's tone made Dodger aware he was likely in for an intense session with the brothers.

From both sides he was pleasured, still trying to adjust to the fullness underneath his tail along with the mixed sensations of being licked between his legs and having his sides rubbed without relent. In his ears, the terrier could hear the groans from the penetrating doberman.

"D-darn...I'd wish we had done this sooner...you are so...gah...nice and tight." Desoto groaned.

A pleasured whine was given in response. Even when doing different things, the twins were in sync. As another thrust inside came, Roscoe pushed his mouth down on Dodger's length, taking every inch until the knot bumped against his lips. The two of them smirked as they heard the terrier crying out between them.

"Heh...if only we had done this in the movie rather than fight, what a scene that would have been huh?" Roscoe teased the overwhelmed terrier, then gave his sensitive sides a few licks and reveled in Dodger's reaction.

"Ah well... Better late than never..!" Desoto chuckled, giving a stronger hump of his hips. He had to give his former co-star credit. He was taking the moving cock well, keeping his hole tight and the pleasure between them intense. While rocking his lower half a bit faster, he looked over Dodger's shoulder, watching his brother now steadily bobbing his head up and down the terrier's throbbing erection.

Panting heavily, Dodger wasn't given a moment to gather himself before another action was given, sending more pleasure through him. The pounds underneath his tail were getting faster and stronger the longer it lasted and the soft mouth wrapped around his length was working the tongue while bouncing up and down, lapping up his pre the moment it dripped from his tip.

"We gotta make up for lost time," Roscoe chuckled, pausing to tease Dodger's sides again with his paws. This time he put more force into it, grazing his blunted claws. Doing so got a sudden yelp out of the terrier, making him and his brother laugh. While further teasing, the red collared doberman watched his brother rocking his hips faster, knowing that both he and their old friend were getting close.

He gave his aide by returning his muzzle to the throbbing shaft, matching his brother's pace, slurping up and down, being fed louder and louder moans. With them were the grunts and growls of his brother, getting louder as well. Licking as hard as he could, Roscoe became excited to see his brother's knot push inside.

"Let me just help with that, Desoto." Roscoe smirked and lightly pushed Dodger's body down on his brother's shaft. With the additional force the doberman finally slipped inside the terrier, it happened so suddenly that Desoto got overwhelmed and he threw his head back in a moan as he released inside Dodger.

The Jack Russell Terrier gasped from being filled and just before he reached his own orgasm Roscoe pushed his entire length inside his mouth and then with one last push of his head also took his knot just before the load coated the innermost part of his tongue or was gulped down his throat.

The dual sensations of being knotted and the hot mouth wrapping around his own knot and length, it was enough to make Dodger's mind go blank for a few moments.

With a soft pop, Roscoe pulled off Dodger and chuckled softly at the terrier's expression.

"I think he liked it." he joked. The twins gave Dodger's body slow licks to bring him back, hearing the terrier pant and groan in delight.

Steele gritted his teeth, he had just heard Dodger's climatic yelp and he wasn't far from his own limit either, the moans from Balto spurred him on. The formerly prideful wolfdog was now pleading for him to go harder and faster, the pitch in his voice clueing the malamute in that he was close as well.

"Are you ready?" Steele asked, each thrust pushed his knot against the hole, easing in just a bit each time.

The response the malamute got was Balto gasping and then let out a deep moan as his erection began to release the wolfdog's seed onto the sheets. Just thinking about it sent him over the edge.

Steele lost his breath as Balto's insides clamped around his cock, threatening to make him cum before he could push his knot inside. With as much force as he could, Steele tried to drive the bulb inside before it was too late, letting out a howl as his load began pouring into his friend's tailhole before he was successful, but then threw himself forward in desperation and finally managed to lodged his knot inside the wolfdog just as the second wave of his climax spilled out of his erection.

The two of them groaned loudly; Balto from the sudden stretching the knot brought and Steele was panting hard against the strong squeezes to his knot, milking extra ropes of his seed. The wolfdog continued to moan from the sticky heat that clung to his insides, better than anything his toy could have given him. Even after he was done, Steele stayed on top of the hybrid canine, now giving him gentle licks as they both were coming down from their high.

"I... I love you," Balto suddenly said in the heat of the moment. The words were full of meaning but he instantly regretted them the moment he felt the licking pause.

"Balto...I..." The malamute sighed, "I don't have my feelings in order to properly answer you right now...but...I definitely care about you...don't you ever forget that."

He was still getting used to being with Thunderbolt, but he could not deny that he felt very much for his first ever friend.

While Balto was expecting something else, he still smiled, glad to know that he was truly cared for. "Th-that...that wasn't a "no"." The wolfdog teased the malamute a little.

"No...no it definitely wasn't." Steele cuddled up to him. The two of them pressed close, sharing the bliss of their afterglows, staying like that even when the tie between them eased.

Thunderbolt wasn't able to see or hear the wolfdog's confession. He was too wrapped up in the sensations that came from Oliver roughly pounding him. In time with the hard thrusts, Oliver was still rubbing his paw over his length, giving teasing squeezes to his knot.

In the cat's ears were the shepherd's moans, fueling him to go even faster. "You're still so tight..!" the feline groaned, giving praise.

"Y-yeah...Desoto gave me a few tips." Thunderbolt admitted "But damn...you haven't slowed down once since you began..." Though lacking a bit in size the constant movement and additional rubbing had been more than enough to make up for it and the movie star was definitely about to reach his limit.

"Bet you will come before me!" Oliver teased cockily, but then suddenly felt something wet underneath his tail.

"You're getting too cocky, kitty." Roscoe teased and he began working his tongue inside Oliver's tailhole. The second doberman was the only one without release and he took that out on the feline, wanting to knock him down a few pegs.

"This time the big bad dogs are winning this." The red collared doberman declared before really diving inside the cat.

"T-this isn't fair..." Oliver groaned. In addition to the deep licking, Thunderbolt was clenching his hole around the cat's length. Together, the two big dogs were working together, determined to make the bold feline eat his words.

Rather than just give in, the feline instead began applying his mouth to Thunderbolt's throbbing erection as well as his paws to try and force the shepherd to cum before he did.

Thunder whimpered, thinking that he was done for as the pleasure suddenly spiked. But it then eased as the feline yowled. From behind, the pent up doberman had removed his tongue, went up close and spread the cheeks of the cat with his paws and dove in even further. With a returning smirk, Thunderbolt doubled his efforts, doing his best to endure against the pleasure the cat continued to give.

The dogs and cat worked each other to a very intense finish. Oliver and Thunderbolt finished simultaneously or at least so close it was impossible to tell who went first. They raised their voices as both their lengths started to unload.

Thunder shivered as he felt the warmth spread inside him and his cock intensely released after he had tried his hardest to hold back.

Oliver had his orgasm extended far beyond what he had thought possible as the doberman kept pushing his prostate with his tongue, as it finally ended his legs were shaking and he collapsed on top of Thunderbolt.

Roscoe looked at the exhausted pair and chuckled, then looked around, seeing Balto and Steele together and his brother having fallen asleep.

Wait...where was..?

"My turn." Roscoe was suddenly jumped from the side and pinned, forced onto his back and when he regained his senses the terrier was on his stomach, eying his erection.

"I bottomed twice...I may not have another round in me, but I got enough spunk in me to give you a paw...or rather...a mouth." Roscoe gasped as Dodger licked him from knot to tip. The licks were rough and eager, following one after another, keeping the pleasure steady.

Roscoe was now on the receiving end, squirming and groaning from his shaft being teased without relent.

"D-Damn street-mutt...stop teasing." the doberman thrusted his hips in need.

Dodger turned his head, smirked, gave the doberman's length one last slow teasing lick before he took the tip into his mouth and pushed his head down. Once his lips slipped down towards the knot, the terrier was caught off guard by the sudden thrust that drove the tip past his tongue.

A paw came down behind his head, holding him in place. "Thought you got the better of me, huh?" Roscoe taunted. The brief pause of the terrier's movements made him wary.

Dodger put his paws underneath Roscoe's knot and pulled up on it to help him to go down further, the intense pressure on that particular spot on the back end of the knot also drove the doberman crazy, as it imitated him becoming tied inside a tight hole.

Back and forth, Dodger and Roscoe intimately fought for control, the doberman jammed his length down the clenching throat and Dodger retaliated with firm licks and more squeezes to the knot's underside.

As experienced as he was, Roscoe was in a very unfavorable position and could only hold on so long before it became too much for him.

"D-damn it. Streetmutt got the better of me again," Roscoe said playfully before the height of his climax was taking over. The only last laugh he could get was suddenly shoving his cock upwards and pushing the other canine's head down at the same time, forcing his knot inside for real.

But even then, Dodger gave hard licks to the knot itself, licking around and especially underneath, smirking as he felt the other canine squirming heavily, making him loosen his grip.

Dodger pulled off and let the remaining of Roscoe's orgasm rain over his face, groaning as the load clung to his soft fur.

Panting heavily, Roscoe smiled. "Not half bad streetmutt...where in the world did you learn that trick?"

"You may not have known...but Georgette, for all her glamour and etiquette, was actually kind of a freak in the sheets. I picked up this from her, she told me it was for when she just wanted a session to end." Dodger revealed something that Roscoe hadn't been aware of.

"That princess? Figures...it is always the strict ones." The doberman chuckled.

Dodger yelped as he was suddenly pulled close to Desoto "No running this time, you are gonna be my teddy bear for the night." the terrier just sighed and gave in as Roscoe joined from the other side.

As the dobermans and terrier drifted off the formerly very active trailer became quiet, housing a wealth of sexually satisfied canines and a single feline.

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"Man am I glad you two knew a discreet route to the baths." Balto said to the doberman twins as he blushed. Everyone had been a mess when they woke up. The others seemed to be used to it, but he could not say the same for himself.

"Relax, most are fine with it as long as we are clean for the shootings and screenings." Desoto informed the wolfdog amused.

Oliver and Dodger saw their owner pull up "Thanks, it was fun getting to perform again and...thanks for the safety net. Times are hard right now and you never know." Dodger smiled at them.

"Anything for a friend." The twins smiled back. By their request Toby had asked their family if they ever had trouble that he could take them in, temporarily or permanently. Thanks to the show's runaway success they had a lot of resources to work with and could easily support them if needed.

Everyone said their goodbyes to the terrier and tabby as their family took them home.

"Alright everyone, it is gonna be a little while before we start working on the next season of the show." Toby informed them, they didn't need to rush anything as they weren't beholden to investors anymore.

"But I do have a bit of an idea that I want to hear your opinions on Steele and Balto. You see...I had this idea with a werewolf..." Toby trailed off.

Thunderbolt just shook his head at his eccentric owner, he was looking forward to the next season of his own show, where Doctor C, the villain from all the way back from the original show would finally be defeated for good, his victory snatched from his hands as Skulldog with Bones and Marrow in tow would save him and help end the doctor's regime.

What came after that? Well...time would tell...but he would have a co-hero/rival and his helpers to help spice things up.

Hopefully the malamute wouldn't completely Steele the show.