Before the Storm
This features huskies from a previous story of mine, 'Arctic Heat', which can be found here: http://www.sofurry.com/page/115905/user. The story here is set a few years before.
Before the Storm
The sky over the Arctic coast was bleak, the air cold and wintry even for early autumn. The frigid sea stretched for untold miles toward the horizon, its waves crashing ashore along the endless stretch of broad shingle beach, filling the air with damp salty spray. Opposite, the beach was flanked by cliffs, steep and jagged, the occasional tern wheeling overhead, piercing the continually breaking tide with its shrill call.
The husky padded along the waterfront, the ocean to his right, the cliffs to his left, shells and rocks crunching beneath his four broad paws. He made his passage slowly, scenting the salty sea breeze. The husky, known as Tonrar, was wandering wherever the coastline took him, not for leisure, but to conserve energy. Life in the Arctic was tough at the best of times; but summer, oh summer, that was the season he truly loathed. With snow mostly melted and no need for the humans to hunt, he and the rest of his team were cast loose. Food was scarce. In winter food was provided; but in summer, a sled dog is forced to subsist, mainly on mussels, shrimp and occasionally the eggs of birds. And even with summer turning to autumn, there were still a few weeks of this diet to endure. A scant diet, compared to the banquet awaiting a husky in winter: seal. And for a life of hard work, the life of a sled dog, that was a worthwhile reward.
Rich, fatty, delicious seal. Full of fat for energy, vitamins, and protein vital for a life of work and dedication. And the thought, just the thought, of wrapping his jaws around a succulent seal after so long, a welcome reward both for his fasting and for his work to come, and the husky's muzzle was watering right there, right then.
He froze. A scent reached his nose, faint on the humid air, yet one of the most delicious scents that the husky could imagine. It couldn't be, surely not? Keen eyes searched the beach ahead, but wherever the scent was emanating from, the undulating surface blocked it from view. And so, the husky followed his nose. Scenting the air deeply, a grin forming in the corner of his muzzle, he crept over the beach, pebbles and sand slipping aside beneath his rough pawpads.
There. Straight ahead, just above the high-tide mark. A mass of grey, immobile, but without a doubt the source of that heavenly scent. No, surely he was dreaming? It was certainly the right size... Quickening his pace, the husky bounded over to the grey shape, sliding to a halt by its side, stomach growling at the sight meeting his purple eyes.
It was a seal. Washed ashore clearly, dead, but not long ago, a couple of short hours if that. Plenty fresh too, as confirmed by the magnificent scent hanging thickly in the air at this close a range. He smiled in delight, muzzle watering already, astounded that his luck had finally changed.
The husky is not averse to carrion, particularly when starving. And with so perfect a carcass, seal at that, all his for the taking, what was he waiting for? With barely a second thought he leant down, eyes closed and muzzle quivering as his jaws opened around the seal, sinking his teeth in slowly, biting down and ravenously tearing away a rich blubbery strip. Every morsel of this, the first precious bite, the husky savoured, until with a reluctant whimper he let it slip down his throat. But there was more to come. Gripping the seal with his foreclaws he dug his jaws in deeper, ripping away a great fatty chunk and gulping it down.
A cold wet drop hit the husky's nose. Pausing, he glanced upwards to the murky sky. More drops were descending slowly from the heavens, few in number at first, but building rapidly. The husky grunted. The snows were early this year.
With the wind building and the sky blackening with cloud, it would only be a matter of time before the snowfall became very dense indeed. Ordinarily Tonrar would have endured this little bit of weather, certainly with his coat now nice and thick for the winter ahead. But while eating, he needed shelter. Hauling the remains of the seal across the shingle, the husky reached the entrance to a cave at the cliff base, just as the snow began falling in thick flurries, turning the surrounding air white. Shaking a few drops of melted snow from his pelt, Tonrar picked up his seal once more, preparing to move deeper into the cave.
"Well, at least one of our summers ended in good fortune."
Tonrar's eyes snapped up, growling a faint warning at the unseen occupant in the gloom of the cave. He relaxed slightly, however, once the animal addressing him stepped into view.
A husky, a bitch no less, her fur thick and creamy white, save for the grey patches on her face, back, flank and tail. She was smaller than Tonrar, but still powerful for a bitch. She approached the dog, possibly limping slightly but otherwise completely at ease.
"Shtiva."
"You must be careful, boss dog. Four winters has clearly taught you nothing. You know that letting your guard down is dangerous, even at meal times. After all, you never know who is watching."
Tonrar looked away, growling. "You saw the seal too."
"Indeed. But I also saw another dog approaching, not realising of course that it was you. And in our state, a skirmish is the last thing either of us needs, I'm sure you agree.?
She observed the seal from a distance, eyeing up the husky's meal. Her stomach growled.
"May I?"
Tonrar backed off a pace but stood by, ready to leap should the bitch try anything clever. Shtiva meanwhile leant in to the seal, scented it, turned it over in one paw.
"Strange. I didn't have you down as a scavenger."
Tonrar seized the meat with one paw, fixing the bitch with a stare. "Don't act like you don't want any."
Shtiva's expression, cool and detached as ever, did not break once. But deep inside, there was no denying how ravenous that meat made her feel. Finally, after months of surviving on mere scraps, there right in front of her was a prime, mouth-watering cut of seal, guarded only by the one dog. The bitch could only fight her instincts for so long. With Tonrar's nod of permission she crouched down, licking her lips, digging her muzzle into the meat, pulling off small chunks and chewing them pensively, sighing contentedly as slowly her hunger was sated.
Suddenly Tonrar noticed another scent, not from the seal but from elsewhere. Yet this scent, just like the seal's, was simply irresistible. It was a scent which needed no explanation.
Musk. Heat. Shtiva was in season.
Shtiva looked up from the seal, swallowing her muzzleful. Clearly she had not eaten her fill with so little gone, but she rose all the same with a grateful smile on her muzzle. Gradually she stepped towards Tonrar, paws shuffling across the smooth rock. At first Tonrar thought she was limping on her hind legs again, but only on closer view, seeing her yip and wince with each step, did Tonrar see the full picture. She was pleasuring herself, rubbing and squeezing her treasure in a futile attempt to alleviate her heat. And she was doing it deliberately, showing off, just for Tonrar. Tonrar just about kept his composure under control. For the time being.
At his side Shtiva paused for a moment, before leaning in with closed eyes, rubbing muzzles with the larger dog, open, defenceless. Tonrar stood still for a while, before tilting his head, brushing his muzzle briefly beside the bitch's and withdrawing once more with a grunt. Momentary though the contact was, for each of them it simply felt so good, after all these weeks, to feel the warmth of a fellow husky's fur.
Outside, the Arctic wind picked up, flurries of snow swirling around the cliffs to collect at their paws. The sled dogs picked up an end of their meal each, carrying it further into the cave, dropping it before turning around to look back outside. Already the snow was lying thick on the beach, now looking likely to settle. In silence they sat, a short distance from each other, watching the waves on the sea grow ever more rough and choppy. Now and again Tonrar would glance at Shtiva. Then Shtiva at Tonrar. Then both together for a split second, and just as quickly away again, Tonrar snarling slightly and scratching his claws against the cave floor.
He had to admit it. Shtiva was a remarkable bitch. With the passing of their previous lead dog, and with the approach of Shtiva's sixth winter, the position was all but hers for the taking. And face it, a stunning heaty bitch would be hard for any dog to resist. Something was still holding him back though, almost as if he wasn't on the female's 'level'. Whatever: even if this bitch took over the team, he was still the boss, the teeth and claws. But was that just his pride speaking? Tonrar sighed. Glancing down only slightly, he shifted his paw across, resting it atop Shtiva's own forepaw. Both dogs jumped slightly at the contact, staring with reticence at each other; but Shtiva kept her paw still, even as Tonrar rubbed the back gently. He planned on drawing closer, but it was Shtiva who moved first, sidling right up to the dog and brushing her whole body ever so slowly against his, drawing a deep, satisfied growl from both dogs. All that fur, and muscle, and the heavenly scent of female, put Tonrar more and more at ease, as the two huskies rubbed noses, sniffing and scenting as their warm bodies brushed beside each other, Tonrar gripping Shtiva's paw and feeling her tense. Sighing contentedly, in the company of such a great dog after all those sullen empty nights, week after heated week, Shtiva parted her muzzle and licked the side of Tonrar's, the larger dog tilting his head and returning the favour. His tongue was broad and wet, rasping and tickling against her muzzle. Tonrar knew what she wanted, what she needed even, and with her heat thick in the air he had little option but to oblige, opening his muzzle wide and leaning into Shtiva, who carried on licking even as Tonrar's muzzle drew close and locked with her own, muffled sighs escaping as she was engulfed by canine muzzle. Tonrar was quick, using his full weight to roll the bitch onto her back, shifting atop her and pinning her with a forepaw, all the time keeping muzzles in a warm, close embrace. The taste of seal, still deliciously strong on their muzzles, spurred the sled dogs on, wrapping their muzzles hungrily around each other, Tonrar snarling ever so slightly as Shtiva twisted her whole body underneath, sliding to come up at Tonrar's side, breaking the kiss momentarily before diving straight back in, Tonrar raising a forepaw as the huskies drew their closest yet, wrapping their bodies tight around each other, the black form of Tonrar blending with Shtiva's white, each dog growling and drooling liberally from their muzzles, Tonrar relaxing into the embrace and rolling both of them to the cave floor, snarling in delight as waves of pleasure shot through his body, paws now moving into play, wrapping around the other's back to hold them near, stroking every which way through silky fur, back, front, the heat from muscle and flowing fur so intense that it could melt the tundra, Shtiva now raking her claws through Tonrar's thick pelt as the male's broad rough paw slid along her flank, to the hips, and finally in to the bitch's most tender spot, there giving just a tiny squeeze.
Shtiva gasped, breaking the kiss and biting into Tonrar's shoulder, hard, to muffle her cries. Tonrar growled long and hard, grinning as Shtiva's jaw ground down. In a pile the huskies collapsed, warm and content. As Shtiva broke away, shifting over and lying stretched out, Tonrar stayed on the ground where he was, panting hoarsely and glancing at the stunning canine just inches from him, the great animal now deeply aroused. Shtiva gave him a coy look, an expression which masked her real feelings perfectly, and lifted her tail to the dog. At once her divine scent met Tonrar's twitching nose, and at once he crawled behind her, licking his lips in anticipation.
Tonrar pressed his muzzle between Shtiva's legs. And melted on the spot.
The scent, oh God, the scent, the olfactory overload from the bitch's treasure made the husky weak at the knees, fresh drool streaming from the corners of his muzzle. Shtiva herself trembled, grinding back against the dog's nose, then relaxing with an ecstatic sigh as Tonrar withdrew his head, leaving her grinning broadly, panting, tongue lolling from her muzzle.
Minutes passed. Time and again the huskies would exchange looks, Shtiva's shimmering mismatched eyes meeting Tonrar's, deep and amethyst. Yet neither husky dared act on their instincts.
"Oh dear Tonrar. One bitch too far?"
Grinning, Shtiva rose to her paws, stepping away from Tonrar, brushing her musky white-furred flank past his nose as she went. The dog stared, transfixed, growling as the sultry bitch took two or three paces towards the cave entrance, pausing, before rolling onto her back with hind legs spread wide. From Tonrar's position directly behind her, he had full view of her deep chest, rising and falling heavily, her perked nipples, and closest to him the bitch's sex, glinting between her legs.
Shtiva lay motionless, panting with an enormous grin across her muzzle. She was teasing him, taunting him, waiting for him to make the final capitulation. And my, was it tempting. And the more he thought of feeling Shtiva's warmth, sharing her heat, bringing the both of them to ecstasy...
Mating...
Snarling, the dark beast launched himself at the bitch, vaulting over the seal to stand over her, arousal standing at its full length. Shtiva, spread-eagled, glanced at him briefly before slitting her eyes and drooping her ears, just waiting, waiting while Tonrar crouched down, resting both paws on her shoulders and letting forth a deep snarl, as finally, blissfully, the great boss dog plunged into her.
Mine.
Shtiva tipped back her head and whined fervently, arching her back and rising into Tonrar, clutching onto the dog's fur tight and trembling at the burning rush, writhing and straining as her entire body locked into copulation, flexing and rippling desperately to accommodate the huge dog.
Claiming a bitch this way was unusual, certainly; but Tonrar loved watching Shtiva react to his every move, steam rising from her body into the bitter chill, twitching and bucking at the slightest little stroke, as Tonrar drew back, then straight in again to the melody of her beautifully lusty moans, fur tingling at the delicious friction between their bodies as his hips started to roll, working Shtiva with vicious hard strokes, grunting at each of Shtiva's furious moans.
Holding Shtiva tight, Tonrar rolled around and let Shtiva on top, where she sat up and slowly began rising and falling onto him, paws clutching at his firm chest, whining and shuddering as she impaled herself time and again, quickening her tempo until suddenly she was met with rapid bucks from Tonrar's hips, small at first but soon building and building until Shtiva lost her grip in the euphoria, falling whimpering to one side whilst with a vicious growl Tonrar wrapped an arm under her waist and turned her around. He trembled as he mounted her in true doggy style, planting paws on her shoulders, smiling in utter satisfaction. Suddenly, with no warning, the huge sled dog ploughed wildly into his bitch, bestial, frenetic, grinding Shtiva into the ground with merciless bucks, the female cowering and convulsing as he launched her into climax after searing climax, his breath hot and ragged on her neck, baring his fangs as the thrill of the rut engulfed him, masses of coarse dense fur bristling along his neck, both animals now close, Shtiva trying weakly to counter the brutal dog atop her, scraping the ground with lethal claws and driving backwards, yelping breathlessly at Tonrar's unstoppable assaults, the male bucking more frantically as his whole body shook and his length swelled and with a messy slurp the great sled dog plunged in all the way to tie them together.
What followed was utter chaos. Shtiva erupted with a long, long lustful moan which trailed into frantic whining as she lay in total submission, her one true climax tearing her apart, thrashing every which way beneath the beast nearly twice her size. At first Tonrar merely growled, fighting to control himself, but seeing Shtiva's state of incoherence he relented and threw his jet-black muzzle to the heavens to let rip with a howl; a ferocious, eerie, full-throated howl, deathly loud and twice as long and powerful as anything Shtiva could muster, the crescendo of their blissful Arctic symphony ringing around the cave, Shtiva's scent mingling with Tonrar's thick canine musk, the dog panting and bucking furiously, the bitch whining madly as she was filled by the great animal, more lupine than canine. At first both huskies felt like the crippling climax would never end; but gradually they descended shuddering from their blissful peak; and the two sled dogs, normally so icy cool, eventually collapsed with a massive exhausted sigh, in a pool of pure liquid pleasure.
Tonrar licked his mate's muzzle gently, the husky's whole body still jerking now and then as warm ripples coursed through him. It would be a while before his climax subsided completely, then he could leave Shtiva and finish off his seal. Sliding off to one side, he lay beside Shtiva, still deeply tied, panting and occasionally nuzzling her warmly as a good mate should, the female whimpering quietly at being so full of canine. They didn't speak and they didn't make eye contact. Instead, each sled dog simply waited in silence for their own climax to abate, watching the growing storm from the shelter of their cave.
By Ziegenbock