Cold Nights
Cold Nights
Please note: I do not own the characters used in this story, and do not claim rights to their names or likenesses. This is purely a work of fan-fiction, and is not intended to harm the owners of said rights in any way, shape, or fashion. That said, please read and comment, as this is my first finished story (I have some others in production). Constructive criticism and other comments totally welcome!
The woods seemed to stretch on forever. As he ran, the wolf-dog counted tree after tree after tree. Behind him his paw prints receded into the growing gloom of an Alaskan night. He hadn't counted on spending the night alone in the forest. As if to mock him, snow began to fall.
The grayish brown wolf-dog slowed just before a small meadow. All day he'd been pre-running a route for the dogsled team he led, and about halfway past noon he had realized that he'd been a little too ambitious about the distance he could cover in a day, and he was forced to turn homeward and speed up his pace. He knew then that he wouldn't make it home that day, but his determined nature made him try. As the trees thinned out at the edge of the clearing, his paws grew into lead weights. He slumped down at the base of a tree, exhausted.
As he laid there, the snow slowly beginning to grace his fur, his mind wandered. He recalled his early days of running for sled teams, of overcoming the prejudices placed against him because he was half wolf and half dog. He remembered how the love of his life, a reddish husky named Jenna, had reminded him of his early days just before he left for this trip so that the original strength that had flowed through him all those years ago would offer itself to him again for this journey.
She approached him one evening while he was lying by the fireplace. He believed that the fire's radiance calmed his mind and would allow him to better plan the path he would travel with his team. She was wearing the red scarf that he had always admired as her source of strength and power. After taking it off, she draped it across his neck and said, "I want you to stay safe, Balto," before kissing him hard and deep. He wore the scarf even now to remind himself.
As he lay beneath the tree her scent seemed to drift to him on the breeze. As she broke the kiss, he noticed that her left forepaw was softly tickling the furry mounds between his hind legs. She smelled strong then, not the same as a dog who was in heat, but almost. Like a dog that wanted to be in heat.
Immediately he understood what she wanted and climbed to his feet. She brushed alongside him until they were both nose-to-tail. Her scent was so strong that he could barely control himself. His erection grew quickly, slipping from its protective sheath until it hung halfway to the ground.
Jenna dropped her head and began teasing his doghood, licking the tip gently and nosing along it to reach his furry balls. Her cold, wet nose sent shivers racing up his spine. Suddenly the pleasant tingle stopped, and Balto turned to see why.
Inches away from his nose were the lips of his lover's wet vagina. The sight alone made a stream of pleasure run through him that made his puppy maker throb and smack his belly. Jenna looked over her shoulder and gave him a begging stare, "Please, Balto, I want you so much."
It was enough to send the wolf-dog over the edge. His instincts took over at once and he practically leapt on her back, pausing only to position his throbbing cock in front of her waiting hole before he plunged into her. Her walls were wet, guiding him in and out with little friction, and this allowed him to pump harder and faster than he ever had before.
Jenna moaned as her lover assaulted her from the inside. She always loved the warmth that radiated out of Balto's member whenever they mated- it made her feel whole, as if a void had been filled inside her. Every time he pulled back, sliding his cock away from her and taking away that filling feeling, she began to push against him urging him to come back fully inside her.
He always would, driving into her with as much strength as he could muster. It never fazed Jenna, in fact she would even go as far as saying she liked it. Her moans of, "Fuck me, Balto!" and "Oh, harder, stud, harder!" drove Balto closer and closer to orgasm, his cock throbbing inside her. Every time he pushed into her, she would clench her muscles, making the going tough, and when he would withdraw she'd loosen them, allowing him to prepare for the next thrust.
Balto's relentless pounding was bringing both dog and bitch closer and closer to orgasm. The wolf-dog could practically feel his seed streaking through his cock as he pushed deeper and deeper into his lover's hole. With each thrust he wanted to bury his knot deep in Jenna's backside, but fought his urges in order to prolong the pleasure. His grunts grew louder as he lost all control and began humping madly, finally pushing the engorged base of his maleness through her lips. These thrusts drove the red dog below him forward until she lost her balance and the two came crashing to the floor in a pile, all while Balto's rock hard doghood began to pump stream after stream of his creamy white puppy-goo into her cunny.
Jenna loved the sensation, being pinned to the floor by his weight while streaks of his cum filled her insides. His throbbing cock, locked tight within her pussy, made her feel used in a good way. Soon her own juices joined his, and her walls began contracting, milking more and more spunk from the rod pinned deep inside her.
As his warm jizz continued to leak into Jenna, Balto maintained a subdued-but-steady humping motion, tugging the thick base of his puppy-maker against the sealed walls of her cunt, and then pushing back in until he met the red dog's rear end with the inside of his thighs. This motion prolonged his pleasure, as well as teasing his bitch so that she might want to have another go soon after he released from inside of her. After each one of their rendezvous he dreamt of giving the same treatment to the other jewel beneath her tail, but Jenna always stuck to her guns and denied him access to that particular haven, preferring to keep at least one part of her to herself for as long as she could.
This time, Balto's pumping did the trick. As his orgasm subsided and his cock withdrew from Jenna's pleasure hole back into its gray sheath, she yearned for more. She ached to have him back inside her, any way she could get him. Balto climbed off of her, allowing a soft "Mmm, Jenna" to escape his lips as he sat and admired her dripping opening. As Jenna scrambled quickly to her paws and turned, she felt the wolf-dog's cum ooze from her pussy lips and drip slowly down her thighs until it formed a small pool beneath her legs.
"Balto," she said lustfully, "I want you still. Do you remember that... thing you had always wanted to do?"
As the red husky's sentence trailed off, the pink of Balto's member poked its way back out of its case. He wondered if it was even possible to become aroused so quickly after blowing a load, but he didn't care. He just was. He growled back playfully, standing and wagging his butt in the air, "Jenna, you know I remember." He pushed her coyly with a front paw, "Are you sure you can handle my lovemaking skills there?"
Jenna's breathing began to pick back up as she became increasingly turned on by his talk. Licking her lips, she gave him a 'come-hither' look, "Just don't push your knot in and we'll call it fair." She turned around once again so that her back was to her lover, and raised her tail to give him a first-class view of her sphincter.
The wolf-dog quickly pressed his nose against this opening and breathed deeply, in the form all dogs did when they met. He could smell her arousal, and he could sense that this was a bitch that wanted to be fucked hard. His cock was fully erect now, dangling between his legs. It was still coated in a mix of his and her juices, which he hoped would make mating with her tight, virgin hole easier on the both of them. His tongue snuck a taste of what his cock would soon receive, and he nearly lost it. He wanted her, yearned to tear apart her entrails with his monster, but at the same time he wanted it to be different. He wished it to be a special experience.
"Lay down on your back," He ordered the red bitch, his voice carrying the same commanding tone he used when he was with the sled team.
Jenna shot him a questioning look over her shoulder before obeying faithfully. She laid down and spread her legs, exposing her belly and her jewels for all the world to see. Her breathing gained a new speed as she anticipated what was to come.
Balto walked over her and squatted until his balls rested against her vagina and his doghood against her stomach. He rubbed his thick shaft against her underbelly, closing his eyes for a bit longer than a standard blink as he took in the soft feeling of her belly fur. When he opened them he looked down into her eyes lovingly, before allowing a mischievous grin to form on his face.
He slid back, until his maleness met the edge of Jenna's underside. He rubbed the tip of it against her still-dribbling pussy lips, and pressed in slowly so that their wetness lubricated his cock. Pulling out, he traced a line from her vagina to her anus, before pressing the point against her hole. He met her eyes again, still grinning from ear to ear, "Are you ready?"
"Yes," came the response, "Take me, you big horndog! Fuck me until I can't walk any more!"
That was all the encouragement he needed. With a hard thrust he broke the plane of her sphincter and breached the walls within. Jenna gasped as his penetration sent new waves of pleasure up her spine, the likes of which she had never known before, "Fuck me! God dammit, fuck me!"
Balto didn't start soft, as he had planned to. His bitch's roars sent him into a frenzy and he buried his massive cock to the knot in her rear. Jenna screamed as her insides were ripped apart by the intruder, but quickly followed the yelp with another string of "fuck me"s. The wolf-dog did just that, pounding her backside with deep, hard strokes, bringing his doghood all the way out until her entrance tightened around his tip, and then driving back into her with all the force he could muster.
The feeling of this violation sent Jenna into wave after wave of ecstasy, and she clenched the muscles in her anus as much as she could to encourage her assailant to keep the assault on her ass going. With each thrust she seemed to moan, scream, and cry out words of encouragement to her lover, urging him to hump harder, faster and deeper.
Balto growled as he drove his engorged member into her rear. He didn't think he could keep himself from tying with her anus, but he really didn't care anymore. His cock throbbed inside of her and he ached to pump wave after wave of hot seed into her entrails. Her moans were sending him over the edge, and he knew his orgasm was not far off, "Oh, Jenna, I'm so close."
His moan made her ears perk, and the thought of him flooding her with his spunk lost its attraction. She suddenly longed to be showered with his jizz. "Ungh, Balto, don't cum in me," she gasped, "Paint me."
"Oh, shit," the wolf-dog moaned, before beginning to pump deliberately into her tailhole, milking every second he could get from her insides before he came. Her moans grew as he neared the crescendo, and finally shouted, "I'm... gonna... cum!"
He pulled his cock from her rear as streams of hot ivory sprayed from the tip. Some of it released itself inside her ass, but he splattered her belly with white before starting to hump madly into the air inches above her. His spooge flew all over her body, coating her thick fur. The red bitch opened her mouth and caught as much of his delicious juice as she could, gulping it down as her shower stopped.
Balto laid his pink cock against her belly, the last drops of his spunk dribbling onto her silky underside. Both of their chests rose and fell practically in unison as their eyes met lovingly. Jenna smiled, letting the wolf-dog know that she had thoroughly enjoyed the thrashing he had given her, and conveying to him her trust in his love, as well as her own feelings.
Balto nuzzled her gently as he climbed off of her vulnerable form. He licked his jizz from the corner of her mouth, "Jenna, you mean the world to me. Thank you."
She turned and rubbed her nose against his, leaving a trace of his sticky spunk on his face. She smiled gently, "Stay safe out there, my big hunk of wolf-dog." They nuzzled and snuggled into each others' warm bodies before quickly falling asleep.
Balto's mind was quickly returned to the present as a cold sensation met his erect maleness. He was surprised by the realization of where he was. He longed to be back by Jenna's side, warm and safe with her. Now to add insult to this injury he needed release badly. His cock began aching, and he looked around for anything nearby that might aide his need for satisfaction.
Finding nothing, he turned to improvisation. Masturbation simply wasn't going to be enough to make him peak after remembering that wonderful evening. No, what Balto needed more than anything was a good pair of lips to suck his cock dry. In surveying his surroundings he hadn't even seen a single woodland creature, so that task fell on his own shoulders.
Resting against the tree wasn't quite the position he wanted to be in for this act. He slid slowly away from the tree until he lay on his back in the snow, belly raised to the sky. His balls felt exposed in this position, so he quickly used his incredibly abdominal muscles to lift his rear into the air until he was fully folded, his hind legs resting rather comfortably behind his head.
His pink erection hung teasingly above his lips, which he licked once to get them moist. His tongue snaked out to take the first taste of himself, and he was almost ashamed that he liked it so much. His desire took over whatever apprehensions he had about having his own member in his mouth or having someone find him like this, and he parted his lips, letting the tip of his burly doghood penetrate his face.
The pleasure was instant and he immediately wanted more of his thickness in his mouth. He strained his neck, forcing his head closer to his groin and taking more of the dog meat in between his lips. His pre-cum dripped down his tongue and into his throat. He struggled to swallow at such an odd angle. Surprisingly it didn't taste bad, just salty. The idea of drinking the spooge aroused him even more, and he was soon thrusting greedily into his own muzzle.
He tried a trick that Jenna had used on him once and tickled the underside of his cock, drawing a little more of the tasteful juice into his mouth. He formed an 'O' shape with his lips, working them around his shaft in a similar fashion that his red bitch used with her pussy. Without realizing it he began to deepthroat himself, his maleness causing him to gag slightly, but he was so close to the edge that it made no difference to him.
It almost threw him off guard as he began gushing warm jets of cum into his mouth, his lips locking tightly around the base of his cock and taking in the entirety of his massive doghood, knot and all. The goo was thicker and saltier than its predecessor, but he opened his throat as best he could and swallowed it all. He enjoyed the taste, the texture, everything about his own jizz, and prolonged the experience as long as he could before sliding his lips off of his meat. A few last drops fell on his nose, reminding him once again of the night he shared with his loving bitch.
Despite the monster still unsheathed between his legs, Balto realized that break time was now over. He needed to move ahead and try to make good time so he would be able to get home without freezing to death. He stood, sore at first from spending time doubled over, but quickly overcame his aches and stretched, preparing himself to run. As he took off across the meadow in the direction of home his thick pink cock slapped against his belly, echoing softly in the clear, quiet night.