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The Revel

"Come on Milo, your tailhole ain't getting any cleaner."

The sound of Kuiske's voice, and the hard knock at the door, snapped Milo out of his daydream. Pulling his gaze from the bathroom mirror, the husky went to open the door. His team-mate, Kuiske, was waiting there with a happy doggy grin.

"I wasn't... doing that. I was just..."

Kuiske tilted his head. "I hope you're not getting cold paws?"

The young husky blushed. While most of his fur was red already, his cheeks were white, so that blush showed right up.

"Well... maybe a little..."

"Oh Milo." The grey-furred husky scritched his team-mate's ear. "It's the Revel! The biggest night of the year. Now I know you don't have to take part, but we are quite a... sexually open team, as you've probably realised. And you've done plenty with the team already, I know you have. I've heard you whimpering in your room when the Boss slips in there and, ahem, slips in_there." _Kuiske grinned and pointed to Milo's curled-down tail. Milo clenched his tailhole and bit his lip.

"Good memories, huh?"

"Is it that obvious?"

"Oh yeah. So you're in?"

Milo breathed in and out. "Okay, yeah, I'm in."

Kuiske grinned wider. "There's a good dog."

It was true. In his rookie season, Milo had already, well,_mated_a few of his team-mates. But never more than two dogs at a time. The thought of being amidst an entire team of horny, grinding canines was terrifying... and exciting.

The huskies left the shared bathroom and passed their bedrooms. Each door had a wooden plate, engraved with a dog's name. I still can't believe it - that's my name on that door. I'm in this team! With Kuiske in front and Milo behind, they crossed the little common room they shared with four other team-mates, and out into their team lodge. The silence surprised Milo. Normally this place would be full of young, athletic and rowdy sled-dogs, chilling together or preparing for the next training session or run. Today, however, the only sounds were coming from one room, through the team lounge and further on.

"Oh blast," Milo exclaimed. "I forgot lube."

"Don't you worry," Kuiske chuckled. "There'll be plenty flying around."

Milo and Kuiske made their way into the Atrium, the great central room at the heart of their lodge. Wood-panelled and wooden-floored, its ceiling rose high, with wooden beams forming a lattice and supporting the roof's weight. As it was night, the room was lit by a moose-antler chandelier, while there were windows in the rafters to let in natural daylight. There was a stone fireplace to the left of the huskies, with a thick stone hearth raised two feet above the wooden floor. The fire was out, but the warmth and the lingering smoky smell showed that the room had been pre-heated. To the right was the main front door. And straight ahead, on the other side of the Atrium, was another walkway through to the team's training facilities. Stairs rose on either side of the room, leading to a balcony that part-circled the hall, on the sides and above the front door, leaving the hearth side open.

Most of the team was assembled already: over a dozen huskies, powerful anthropomorphic dogs, broad-chested and broad-shouldered, born and bred and trained to haul great sleds across these frozen lands. They walked on their hind paws, but they ran on all fours, putting their whole bodies into their work.

The Atrium was bright and roomy, warm from the fire and the double-pelted dogs. There was plenty of room for Milo and Kuiske to mingle, and most of the team greeted them and bumped fists when they approached.

"Hello pup," asked Sami, a brown-furred husky. "Ready for your first Revel?"

"Um... yeah."

"You don't sound too confident." Tapani, a buff-furred and buff-built dog, grinned at Milo. "Mind you, I heard you've been practising."

Milo's cheeks burn again. "Practising?"

"Yeah, a session or three with the Boss, one-on-one, getting you all limber and loose for the big day."

"Come on guys, go easy on the rookie. He gets it hard enough from the Boss." Trust Kuiske to come to Milo's aid... sort of. "Speaking of, any sign of the top dogs?"

"Nah, you haven't missed anything."

"I see. They're keeping us in suspense."

"Keeping us pent-up, you mean."

"Like you need an excuse to jerk off, Mags. I've seen you in the gym after hours, stroking yourself between sets. Funny how the weights are always sticky after you've used them."

"Oh, you're starting rumours now? Fuck you Aurin."

"Gladly. Come grab my tail later... if you're male enough."

But before the young dogs could antagonise each other further, a door opened up on the balcony. The huskies hushed their voices and looked upwards. They heard the confident growl before they saw the beast: black-furred in back, white-furred in front, taller and stronger than any other dog in the team. And when the sled dogs saw him, they cheered and clapped their paws. Tonrar, the boss dog of the pack. He crossed the landing and descended the stairs, moving as though everything and every dog in sight belonged to him. Behind him was a bitch, copper-furred and calm and confident. Her name was Helena, and while Tonrar laid down the law around the lodge, when the team were hitched to a sled, it was Helena who took the lead. The applause continued while the dogs reached the ground floor and prowled through the crowd, greeting each team-mate as they passed. Tonrar simply shook paws with Milo, but with one or two other dogs, he was more tactile - embracing them, making sure they felt his thick wintry fur and the muscle underneath. Once or twice, he even let his paw stray, stroking a dog's crotch. On reaching the front, the great dog loped up onto the hearth-stone, while the bitch took her place at the boss's right.

"Good evening, puppies!"

The dogs cheered and kept on applauding. Tonrar let them carry on for a few seconds, before he raised his paw for quiet.

"Yes, yes, good evening, and a Happy Solstice to you all. I know you're all raring to get started, so I'll be brief. Tonight is a celebration. A chance for us all to come together, in the bleakest depths of winter, with a bitter storm raging no less, to acknowledge who we are and what we do. Because yes, even though it's dark and stormy, this is our time of year. We are sled dogs, and our place is out there, on those snows. But, a sled dog is nothing without his team around him. So yes, celebrate our successes and trophies, like our third straight victory in the Tocantla Sledding Championships. But also celebrate our pack and our team, how we pull together, keeping each other warm and strong. And I also want each one of you, individually, to celebrate who you are. You are a sled dog - enduring, faithful, intelligent. Don't just take pride in that. Revel in that."

The huskies applauded.

"Helena, anything to add?"

The lead dog stepped forward.

"Not much, other than to say thank you for all your hard work so far this season. Keep alert, keep fit, and enjoy yourselves tonight."

"Thank you Helena. In that case, it gives me great pleasure to get this Revel underway."

A couple of lewd chuckles from the crowd. Tonrar turned to the coppery bitch at his side, his words little more than a growled huff.

"Let's see how loud you yowl this year."

Helena scoffed. "Depends if an old dog's still got it in him."

There was a hushed 'ooh' from somewhere in the ranks.

"'Old dog'? What exactly do you mean by that?" Tonrar growled, a predatory glint in his ice-blue eyes, and a deliciously thick erection starting to slip from his sheath.

Helena shrugged and looked over the crowd. "Just take a look at_your team_. There's a lot of young hungry dogs out there. Won't be long before one of them challenges you."

Tonrar barked, and Helena flinched. That made Tonrar grin. His growing arousal twitched in time to his big powerful heart, while his husky balls twitched with the promise of puppies.

"They want to be boss? They can keep dreaming. Tonight, I'll be the one making you yowl. Your cunt is mine."

"Then earn it."

There she was, that fiery bitch who led this team with such distinction.

He'd still make her yowl, though.

Tonrar and Helena dropped to all fours, and then, they began. They circled each other, hackles raised, growls picking up in both of their throats, tension running right through their powerful furred bodies. Tonrar snapped his jaws, and Helena stepped to the side, keeping her eyes constantly on the huge, black-and-white-furred male. Tonrar prowled, his erection already emerged from his sheath. He flicked an ear, catching the sound of a husky gulping. He snarled and chuckled at that, turning sideways and stroking himself once or twice for the audience. His long canine tongue trailed from his maw, his breath hot and wet and heavy, his teeth jagged and lethal. Helena tried not to look at the black husky's arousal, how it swayed, how it dripped with precum near constantly onto the stone floor. Helena stepped in the precum by accident, and her next few steps were slick with that stringy pre-musk. Damn, some dogs didn't_ejaculate_this much.

Their growls picked up, their paw-steps quickened. Helena was first to lunge, and Tonrar snapped to block off any attack. The bitch was more active with her feints, darting from one side to the other, trying to use her lighter weight and nimbler footing to out-step the big male. She saw an opening, and aimed a kick at Tonrar's crotch, but Tonrar saw it coming, and he launched himself at the bitch, barreling her back and almost off her feet before she spun away. Now the animals came out to play, snarling as they twisted around one another, locking together with swiping claws then breaking apart again, strands of drool hanging from their tongues and wide-open muzzles as they lashed and grappled with each other, black fur on dusky copper in a maelstrom of feral canine wildness. Tonrar's cock was hard, twitching, monstrous, dripping long viscous strands of husky precum which whipped around their bodies as the animals writhed, leaving a lattice of animal musk on the ground, on Helena's pelt, on his pelt too. And yet the canine stayed hard. Because he knew, Helena knew, all the dogs watching knew, that Tonrar was ready to make his claim. It was only a matter of time before, yes, there was a mis-step, and he pounced and drove Helena chest-first to the ground. He held her with one paw on her neck, and the other tight on her rear, pinning her curled tail to the side. Of course she writhed, winding like a snake on the ground, barking and snapping back at the male, with no intention of making this easy for the alpha. She was daring him, challenging him, to make the most thorough claim he could. And Tonrar rose to the challenge. Snapping his jaws right back at Helena, he lowered his haunches, mounting her, the tip of his wet shaft_just_ pressing into the soft flesh of her drooling treasure. Helena growled and gave Tonrar a murderous stare, before kicking back in a last attempt to ward him off. Way too late for that, bitch. He tightened his paw on that strong copper-furred haunch, hoisting Helena's rump just high enough to line her up with his meaty veined cock. And then, with a great, triumphant growl, Tonrar thrust home, penetrating his bitch. He roared to the Atrium roof, Helena gave a guttural snarl, and before the shuddering pleasure of that sudden violation had even peaked, Tonrar began, rocking Helena's whole body with firm steady thrusts that drilled him a tiny bit deeper each time. Helena shuddered, taking in the dog who filled her like no other. She scored her claws over the stone plinth, which responded with a satisfying scratch. She glanced down, seeing the freshly-clawed marks next to the faded furrows from last year's Revel, and she grinned, fresh mischief brewing in her mind. She glanced over her shoulder, catching Tonrar's ice blue eyes.

"You're... mmf!... fuckin' me slower this year."

Tonrar bit her neck scruff. She yelped.

"Don't worry. I'm still gougin' you open."

He kept things steady for a moment longer, before suddenly humping like a dog, mantled over his bitch, grunting on each thrust and rutting so hard and fast that Helena could barely breathe. She was a fit bitch, a leader and a champion herself, yet this demon of a male dog was forcing the air from her lungs as fast as she could gulp it down. And that_smack-smack-smack_ of husky muscle on husky muscle, even through their double-pelts, showed quite generously how much more the boss-dog had to give. As for Helena's sex, that was indescribable: hot, slick with her feminine lube, and gripping tight even as Tonrar plunged and plunged past Helena's strong labiae. Keen canine ears flicked, all around the Atrium, the slip and the glide of their copulation clear to hear. One or two of the males were panting hard, their muzzles twisted in downright lecherous grins, as they stroked their erections. Their knots had slipped from their sheaths, and an animal primal urge implored them to cum, to spill their semen and fulfil their genetic duty. Even the easy-going Kirjava had slipped a claw into her folds, the little minx. Yet they all knew the rule: the Boss came first. And to a dog, they obeyed. The penalty for cumming before Tonrar - exclusion from the Revel - was enough to restrain every dog.

And so the dogs watched, ravenous, predatory, as the two gorgeous athletic huskies mated before one and all. The dogs in front could even see Tonrar's thick, veined, monstrous cock drilling into Helena, stretching her treasure wide with every thrust, teasing her with every contour, from the tapered tip to that gorgeously thick mid-section. Even the dogs at the back had a spectacle to behold: the jostle of the two strong dogs, combined with the mental image (or indeed the memory) of Tonrar's huge cock. The Boss himself was in no rush to drive to orgasm, though his thrusts were fast and deep. He could of course, at practically any time he wanted, kick into a higher gear and send both him and his bitch into snarling throbbing liquid ecstasy. But look at those animals down there, taking in the sight and the scent of two big huskies mating. Stroking their cocks, even. And of course Aurin and Marco were front and centre, watching every slick millimetre of Tonrar driving into his bitch's sex. What perverted puppies. Helena meanwhile was pushing back, the heat and the urgency clear to see with the tenseness of her body. Time for Tonrar to show what he could do.

"Is this it? Doggy-style at a Revel? How boring."

There was 'asking for it', then there was 'riling up Tonrar'. And while he only subtly darkened his growl, there was no mistaking the threat and the aggression it carried. Keeping calm (or as calm as possible when buried in a bitch almost to the knot), Tonrar snarled into Helena's ear.

"I'm inclined to agree. So I hope you're feeling strong today."

They had waited a year for this moment. Time to give them a show.

First, Tonrar wrapped his paws around Helena's midriff. With a grunt, he shifted to his hind paws and moved to a crouch, holding Helena close to his strong furry body, cock still buried inside her. Then, Tonrar lifted up, hoisting Helena clean into the air. Helena snarled, her core muscles tight and her legs raised and tense. Tonrar held both of her legs, keeping them spread wide, while Helena arched her back, wrapping one arm around Tonrar's thick neck for support. He widened his stance to bear Helena's weight as well as his own. Now, even Milo and Kuiske at the back could see Tonrar buried in Helena, her folds of flesh stretched wide and tight, her clitoris a mere nub rubbing against Tonrar's swollen cock, and those husky balls looking full and heavy. Kuiske, squeezing his sheath, glanced sideways at Milo, who was staring open-mawed at the dogs on stage, almost oblivious to the deep-red erection he was sporting.

"You liking that, Milo?" Kuiske whispered. "Just wait until he starts bucking."

And when Tonrar did buck into Helena, holding her aloft like she weighed no more than a puppy, Milo whimpered, and his cock twitched.

Now the alpha dogs were showing their sheer power. Tonrar bucked up hard, and Helena made an admirable show of matching the big male. But it wasn't long before he found that higher gear, and faced with such a sudden and powerful flurry of bucks, Helena could do little more than hang on, while her half-flopped ears twitched on each buck. Tonrar kept up this new and fearsome pace, growling as he powered that thick erection up into Helena, swelling more and stretching as-yet unreached depths of her sex, of her very self. Helena was impaled on his cock, fighting to grind down as she started to fight for breath. The pleasure of teasing and taking this huge twitching canine shaft started to overwhelm her. He fit so well, canine cock in canine sex, and yet he was so... big! A whine started in Helena's nose. She made one last attempt to match the rutting male, failed completely, and her whining and quivering breath rose to a devastating howl, while her body clamped and milked and drooled over that canine cock. Heat and pleasure washed over Helena, her body rewarding her for taking such a fine canine partner.

Said canine partner was close himself.Come on, you demon, stay strong! His legs burned, and every breath was a fearsome growl, yet he kept on thrusting, feeling his arousal build by the second. The other dogs noticed too.

"Is that...?"

"Oh yeah, there's his knot."

"Go on Tonrar, tie her!"

Tonrar smirked. As if he needed any invitation. The post-coital husky in his arms could do little but pant, overwhelmed by the ongoing onslaught of this huge male husky. And as all the dogs could now see, even after being ravaged with dog-cock, she still had to take his knot. Tonrar's muzzle was raised high, his eyes closed, and over forty gleaming lethal teeth on full growling show. Tonrar barked and barked, each deep-chested bark filling the Atrium. And before that obscene thick canine flesh could swell even more, he pulled Helena down, and she ground down, the two sled-dogs pulling together to drive that monstrous bulb of canine flesh into Helena's taut sex and, yes, there it was, the bitch was yielding, more and more until they passed the half-way point and nothing could stop Tonrar from thrusting himself utterly into his bitch (his bitch!), simultaneously spearing his cock-tip even deeper inside to knock at the door of Helena's womb. He roared with the pleasure of the knotting, and before that roar had even subsided, a second, even more devastating wave of pleasure rose through the husky, deep from his very core, a burning-hot liquid pleasure which infused every muscle and every fibre of fur, leaving him no choice but to close his eyes and snarl like a demon and_howl_, howl for all he was worth, howl for his team and for his bitch and for the joy of being Canis lupus familiaris. And all of the assembled dogs cheered out loud. The storm had broken, the tension lifted, and in an instant the dogs coupled together, each turning to his or her neighbour and finally, finally, letting loose those pent-up growls, even while Tonrar jerked, and jerked again, shaking the gasping bitch in his arms as he fired shot after shot of white-hot canine semen, high and deep into his bitch, the essence of his species and his breed pouring from his engorged and embedded cock.

Beneath the alpha dogs, Tapani, who had been wringing his paws together to keep them off Mags, practically pounced at the young grey-furred dog, locking muzzles and lashing tongues together, while paws roamed over thick fur and athletic bodies, very quickly winding their way south. The first_yelp!_came from the middle of the Atrium - Nanuk, one of the team's reservists, was shuddering on his paws and knees underneath Dave, struggling to handle the journeyman wheel-dog whose cock was now half-lodged in his rear. Moment by moment, the sled dogs grew more adventurous, exploring their fellow dogs with paw and tongue and muzzle and cock. Sami was getting particularly vocal with his growls, no doubt helped by Aurin bathing his genitals with her broad canine tongue. She crawled between his snow-pounding legs, having left a glisten of drool on his tailhole and taint, and she hefted each of the ex-military dog's testicles. She licked between the low-hanging orbs, and even though Sami was nearly fully erect, she slipped her tongue-tip into his tight sheath, teasing those final three swollen knotted inches into the open. Fully unsheathed, he snarled, pushed Aurin down onto her back, and growled across the Atrium.

"Hey Kir, on your knees and tongue out."

Kirjava dropped there and then, panting open-eyed as Sami pawed and tensed before suddenly locking up, and howling in climax. He aimed his cock, and fired a shot of husky semen six feet through the air to land perfectly on Kirjava's tongue. The sharp-shooter followed up with another shot, then another, six quick rifle-bursts each landing on the bitch's tongue or in her muzzle. As the husky took in some deep breaths, he let the rest of his orgasm drip down, into Aurin's waiting muzzle.

And amidst it all, above all other dogs, Tonrar lay atop Helena, his breathing deep and regular, covering her with thick husky-fur and husky-muscle, toasty-warm and so comfortable. Now and again he delivered a full-body buck, shaking the lead dog from rump to nose. Tonrar's grin was the picture of satisfaction. With dog and bitch bound by their copulatory tie, he whiled away the time by nipping Helena's ear, growing and whispering some unheard words. From the indignant snarl on Helena's maw, he had to be teasing her fierce.

Milo, meanwhile, was dumbstruck. His heart pounded in his chest, and his muzzle was dry. Everywhere he looked, dogs were entwined, in twos or threes or even fours, muzzles in crotches, tongues teasing, tails mounted and hindquarters bucking. The young dog had never seen such a concentration of athletic animals, all revelling in their sexuality. The tension and the heat made his fur bristle, while his ears flicked, taking in the undercurrent of lustful canine calls. They growled, they barked, they panted, then suddenly another dog would moan or howl in climax. And the_scent..._ raw, dog, musky... Milo had seen the heat that rose off a husky after a long vigorous run. Now he could feel it, five times thicker, and laced with a sweet animal musk that Milo desperately wanted to sample in greater concentration. But... how could he approach these magnificent dogs?

"Hey Milo."

Jussi, the great wheel-dog, had pulled away from the orgy of canines. Confident, under-spoken, though that dark canine erection betrayed his true desires. He licked a pearly strand of fluid from his muzzle, and closed in on Milo, looming over the young dog. Milo looked upwards, into Jussi's eyes, and yipped when he felt a paw on his crotch.

Oh dogs...

"That feel good?"

Jussi took the pup's whimper as a yes, and wrapped his fingers around both half-arousal and balls. Those pads were so warm, and tactile, with just a little roughness that felt so good on his growing arousal. And when that massive paw started to caress...Milo closed his eyes, pursed his muzzle into a whining howl, and rose to full erection in seconds. The big paw wrapped around Milo's firm tapered arousal, and the young dog quivered from the pleasure. He clutched the big dog - he told himself this was for balance, not affection, but he was more than happy to let the wheel-dog lick behind his ear. Then without warning, Jussi rubbed the base of Milo's cock, coaxing the young dog's knot to slip from his sheath. The snowstorm gathered inside Milo, much too soon.

"Jussi... mmmf.... I'm gonna cum."

"Not before me, you aren't, pup."

Jussi spun the young dog around. Broad husky-paws held Milo still, and something firm and searing-hot pressed under his tail-curl.

"Hope you brought some lube."

Milo whimpered.

"Here, big dog, take some of mine." Scratch, the team's physio doberman, tossed a clear bottle straight over Milo's head, and Jussi caught it mid-air. "Just don't go breaking the pup."

"Why, 'cause it means more work for you?"

"Yeah, and the fewer dogs I have to patch up, the better."

"Even though that's your job. You work-shy cur."

"Hey, someone's got to be responsible 'round here", Scratch retorted, and went back to pawing his slick dobie cock. Jussi scoffed, and cracked open the bottle.

The lube dribbled onto Milo's tailhole, cool and silky-smooth. It was very slippery, and a little went a long way. Maybe Scratch used it for massages? But even with the assistance of lube, Jussi would be a challenge to take. And when Milo felt two strong paws on his rump, followed by the building pressure of Jussi's thick cock, he forgot to relax, and the sudden penetration made him yowl.

"Shit... you okay Milo?" Jussi asked the quivering husky, trying his hardest not to twitch those first-few inches inside the younger dog.

"Yeah! Just give me... one moment!"

Milo gritted his teeth, eyes open wide, waiting for the dull pain to sweep over him.

"Okay... nngh!... fuck me, big dog."

Jussi tightened his grip and pulled back, grating Milo raw. The young dog shuddered and barked, adding his call to the commotion of copulating canines. With a firm digitigrade stance, Jussi mated the younger husky, steadily but with a soft growling urgency. In time, his cock started to slip more easily inside Milo, an inch or two at a time, and Milo even moved in time with Jussi's thrusts. The Atrium, the rustle of fur and the scent of dog lust, all of it was a perfect backdrop for Milo to take the hefty sled-dog. And when Milo's panting suddenly rose to a yelp, Jussi perked an ear. He repeated his last stroke and was rewarded with an equally sharp yelp. The wheel-dog grinned, and thrust short and sharp, jabbing with his tapered cock. The big dog had found Milo's prostate, and was doing his damnedest to grind it. Milo's tail still ached from the rough penetration, but he waited for it to go numb so he could enjoy the familiar feel of a proper fat cock ramming his pleasure centre. What was unfamiliar, though, was the sudden wet swipe across his cock-tip, enough to make him yip. He looked down to see a familiar grey dog on his knees.

"Welcome to the Revel, rookie!"

That was the last Kuiske said before wrapping his muzzle around Milo's sheath, and stroking the red-furred dog to erection with the_most exquisite_tongue-work and muzzle-work that the young husky had ever enjoyed. He clenched his tail ring, and a gruff bark and erratic buck startled him from behind. Jussi growled something about 'keep that up, pup' and 'ain't gonna last long'.

Elsewhere in the Atrium, there came a beastly roar that sounded more bear than husky. Only one animal that could have been. A second cumshot for Tonrar, and a second broken and satisfied dog, whoever that may be. Milo remembered how incredible it felt having the boss-dog claim him, how the black-and-white husky came like a shotgun... and combined with the muzzle at his crotch, and of course the not insignificant length of Jussi already under his tail, Milo could do little but surrender completely. His knot slipped free of his sheath, and Kuiske engulfed it at once. He teased Milo's fuzzy balls, feeling them draw close to the young dog's body. But it was the flick of Kuiske's tongue, over the tight narrow band between knot and sheath, that sent Milo over the edge with a_bark! bark!_ and a shuddering moan. He spurted immediately, straight into Kuiske's maw. The grey dog swallowed the load with audible gulps, while Milo's cock twitched and his tailhole twitched at the same time, coaxing a deep warning growl from Jussi which seconds later rose to a sudden shout.

"Yes! Fuck yeah, puppy!"

Jussi pounded and pounded, fighting to drive his own knot past Milo's defences. The bigger dog won out, and tied his younger team-mate just before a drooling snarling pleasure overwhelmed him. The wheel-dog came like a beast. Milo felt every pulse, and he felt the growing slickness from what had to be a hefty load of husky cum. Milo's orgasm was giving way to afterglow, and combined with the claws on his hips, the licks at his tip, and the steady slip of a potent wheel-dog at the rear, Milo couldn't help but pant in delight, letting his long dog-tongue hang from his muzzle.

"Hey Jussi... sorry man."

"Hm? Whatever for?"

"I.. I still came first."

But Jussi laughed and rubbed Milo's head. "Oh you daft puppy."

Jussi's knot took an age to soften. Milo spent it sprawled on the Atrium floor in a haze of pleasure, while the Revel continued around him. Two or three other dogs had knotted a team-mate, though Aurin sounded less than impressed with Mags's performance. Every few minutes, Jussi would try and dislodge himself, get nowhere, then just settle back down and enjoy the tightness of the tie. After one such test, however, Jussi did pop free. Milo gasped as that thick, engorged dog-cock slipped slowly from his tailhole, leaving him empty, sore and agape, with a trail of sled-dog semen running down his taint and balls before dripping to the floor. Milo still hadn't closed back up when he fetched a drink of water, so he wasn't surprised to feel a paw raising his tail, and a curious snout sniffing his entrance. However, when he turned around and saw who was sniffing him, that did take him by surprise.

"Looks like Jussi prepped you good."

Fuck. Tonrar.

"Just as well. He's the only dog that comes close to my size."

Close, maybe. But Tonrar was in a league of his own. And the boss dog was hard. Monstrously hard.

The rational part of Milo's brain told him to tap out, that was enough, there was no way he could take any more. But then he remembered how good it felt, having Tonrar stretch his tail to its limit, maybe even beyond, and in no time at all he himself was hard again.

"I... I need you inside me, Boss."

Tonrar gave a slight nod, the gentlest of snarls audible on his breath.

With pleasure, puppy. Join me up front."

Milo swallowed, and followed the big husky, past team-mates coupled together, panting, licking, even licking their own cocks. At the hearth-stone, Milo avoided Tonrar's hungry blue-eyed gaze.

"Where... where shall I...?"

"Up on the ledge. On your back."

Milo obliged, climbing onto the cool flat stonework. He breathed out, and rolled onto his back, all four paws in the air. Tonrar grinned and scritched Milo's belly.

"There's a good puppy, submitting when he's told."

Milo panted and gave a happy little bark. When Tonrar took his hind legs and pulled him closer, his panting rose to a sharp yip. He glanced down, past his crotch to the boss dog's own.

While the young dog didn't think he had another in him, Tonrar was already dripping again. How could Milo resist? He hoisted his legs up and took hold of them, leaving his tail hanging over the edge. This was the perfect height for Tonrar to raise one foot onto the ledge, hold his erection, bring the tip to Milo's cum-slick tailhole, and slide right in. Deep... sooo deep... Milo was grateful for the prep-work, not to mention Scratch's lube and Jussi's semen, all of which made this penetration just about bearable. He clutched onto Tonrar's fur, shuddering while the husky impaled him with that massive cock. Deeper, and deeper, then resistance... The Boss was rampant tonight - Milo had never felt him so hard.

Tonrar kept close, shunting into the smaller younger husky and still driving a quarter-inch deeper, then shunting again, chuckling at the gasps he wrought from the young husky. He let a good few inches slide free before thrusting them home again, this time forcing a whine from Milo's throat. He grunted, satisfied he wouldn't break the red-furred husky, and then, he started to rut. He rested paws on Milo's shoulders, before pulling him down, snarling and straining to drive yet more of his huge husky-cock into Milo. But already the rookie was gasping, his broad chest heaving, his head rolled to the side and an incoherent whimper on his muzzle. Tonrar leaned in to lick Milo's cheek, and the breathless husky whispered.

"Boss, I... I can't take your knot."

Tonrar grunted, and picked up the pace, meeting resistance on every thrust.

"Too much... I'm sorry Boss I'm sorry..."

"But you want my knot, don't you Milo?"

"Oh yes... sir you're so big...."

"Fine. You have one week to prep yourself fully. Then I expect you to take me... to the knot."

"Yes Boss."

A quiver swept over Tonrar's powerful body, and his thick fur bristled. He drove his cock home, as deep as he could, the knot of flesh swelling outside Milo's tailhole. The young husky, acting on a whim, released one of his legs, reached for his boss's swelling, and squeezed.

"Yes puppy! YES!"

Tonrar's third orgasm was just as bestial as the first. He snarled, his whole body tense for a good few seconds. When Tonrar didn't ejaculate right away, Milo started to wonder if the Boss had run out of... no, no there it was! Shot after shot of pedigree husky semen, from the biggest, hardest-cumming husky that Milo had ever encountered -this was why Tonrar was Boss.

Without the tie, Tonrar withdrew sooner and quicker. The boss dog pulled free with a lewd slurp. Without ceremony, he let go of Milo, who instantly rolled onto his side. The young red-furred dog could barely breathe, let alone move. Messy, a wreck, thoroughly used, but thoroughly satisfied. He glanced slantwise, seeing Tonrar sniff the air. The two dogs caught eyes, and the boss-dog grinned.

"Good job tonight, pup. But remember, you have one week."

The black-and-white husky then bounded across the Atrium to plunge his cock into Kirjava. What beasts.