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Turbulent cold winds gusted through the quiet streets, snow coating each thoroughfare and alley, smoothed and iced over by the frigid weather in some areas and clumped up in white mounds that at some angles caught the light of the rising moon, making them sparkled identical to crushed diamonds. One might admire them for their opulent rich beauty and yet to Bandit, if he looked at them for too long they hurt his eyes.

Contemplating the day's events the dingo mutt moved along the lip of the southernmost lane, padding along like an ethereal red wraith. He growled to himself with some amusement as he rounded a corner and turned onto mainstreet, the faint golden light of the lamps dim and waning at uneven lengths in the coming night. As he went along absently lost in his thoughts, his steps drifted further and further into the middle of the road, white powder being crushed in his wake under his sizable paws. Flakes fell softer than a whisper, when they hit his pelt the faintest touch of cold that caused him to shift slightly and shiver.

“It's coming down slowly but should pick up soon!"

Startled from his brief reverie Bandit whirled, squinting his eyes and nearly bumping into a tawny shape. He recognized the scent before he was able to pick out the details and features that he had come to know over the past few months so well.

“Kaltag?"

“The one and only!" the chinook chuckled, drawing up side by side and keeping pace with him.

“Couldn't be anyone else stumbling along as loud as you are, so it's not a surprise at all" Bandit teased, dipping his head and giving his companion a friendly nudge with his snout as they went. “It's a good thing that you're not trying to be a hunting dog. You'd scare off all of the prey!"

“Would not! And even if I warned them that makes me more of an accomplished hunter catching them after the fact!" Kaltag growled somewhat indignantly though he had a twinkle to his eyes as they went along.

“I guess you would be, but that's if you caught them then dear friendly."

Amused they both stayed silent but close cutting their way through town and meeting a few passers by here and there, stragglers that had yet to turn in for the night or be taken in by their people and spared the elements. Kaltag and he were roughly of the same build, but where Bandit was more lean and lithe the chinook was more muscled from pulling sleds for years, figure slightly more bulked with strength. That being so however they both stood roughly the same height and had hints of the wild in them though Bandit leaned more so that way. His swiss shepherd half giving him a bushy saber-like tail much like the other huskies and malamutes of town, with his more undomesticated side lending themselves to a more pointed snout, slightly sharper slantwise features and nimble gait.

Kaltag had been the most welcoming to him aside from Balto and Star with a few others that had been kind.

New to town, he had come with his human who loosely claimed ownership of him though it was more of a casual arrangement between the two that had happened to benefit them both for a while with Bandit having hunted in the wild to supply and support the humans supplies to feed them both, while the man had offered him shelter and a place to stay out of the cold. They had both trekked for long months, aimlessly wandering and once every while stopping in at way posts to trade and restock their equipment.

Now however with them having arrived in Nome Bandit wasn't sure what the next step was or even if they would leave together or leave at all since the human had seemed to relish settling in with the townspeople and natives of the area quicker than he would've thought.

With a sudden pang he thought of his own family that he had left behind all those many moons ago and wondered how they had been and how life had treated them~

As they neared the end of the street Kaltag bid him good night and turned towards his own home with a friendly farewell. It felt sudden and being alone again so soon mirrored the picking up of the night winds and the storm that he could taste on the wind, blowing in steadily, the silence and the still falling snow gradually giving way to more wild winds and the further darkening of the sky above.

Perhaps the boiler room will be the best choice of place to rest for the night and it will without a doubt be the warmest I'll find he thought, scanning the gloomy road until on the other side of the certain side street his eyes fixed on the familiar yellowish glow.

Reasoning that even if there were strangers there he could simply ignore them given that the boiler room was more a public space and not really a place of privacy he trotted over, nosing the partially opened door open and squeezing his way in and out of the night chill.

The alleviation of stiffness from his joints and limbs was almost immediate, all of them crying out as a wash of warmth spread over him. He sighed almost without thinking and took a place further in and facing the heated machinery that softly burbled and sputtered at its work. Harmless, safe, comfort all around him and even the floor panels underneath his legs and belly soaked in with welcome heat. It cradled him and soothed him, aches fading and slowly he let his eyes drift closed. The soft alloooing and chorus of some night bird sounding far away, mid distant hills and forgotten trails in the mountains. He let out a breath and then another, alone in this deserted place, his ears lying flat as he allowed himself to drift off into a very sound and deep sleep.

“WAKE UP HALFBREED!"

The voice was violent and gruff, low and loud and close, sinking into his very marrow and ripping him dreams. He growled in agitation and was only just aware of rolling over.

“Just a few more moments and I'll……I'll get up…."

“NO YOU WILL GET UP AND LEAVE NOW!"

The voice came again if anything just as harsh as before and closer, the smooth base of it rattling his ear drums. It wasn't as loud but it felt more invasive before he felt something cold touch him and heated breath closer still.

That was when instinct kicked in and he leapt to his paws, bashing into whoever was nearly at his throat, a loud crack sounding and a groan escaping his assailant. Still blearily aware of his surroundings and waking up he crouched down, taking a defensive stance as whoever it was staggered sideways, moving on all fours in a dazed way.

“What the hell! I'm simply sleeping! Whoever you are, I understand that this room is for anyone and I have no intentions of leaving until tomorrow." he growled.

The shape came more into focus as his vision began to settle and he blinked in some surprise.

“You should just leave tonight and save us both the displeasure of each others' company" the gravely smooth voice came again, and this time there could be no doubt who it belonged to although it was enunciated with soft groans. Apparently he had hit the larger canine in the nose in his hurry to not be caught in a compromising position.

“St…Steele? Is that you"he growled?

Steele looked back at him, teeth showing now and he couldn't help but swallow a twinge of apprehension. This was the absolute last dog that he wanted to run into, especially when tired and worn out as he was.

Giving himself a shake, Bandit looked at the large husky sidelong keeping his distance.

“Besides that, I was here first and there's plenty of room for both of us."

“You've gotta be dreaming fly boy if you think that I'd sleep in a room with you!" Steele muttered his demeanor still imposing but taking on a casual and mocking air. “Half breeds should be out in the wilds where they belong…"

“That's nothing new" he replied, scowling and lashing his tail. “I know all about what you think of mutts and half breeds. To be honest I don't care. I'm staying the night."

“It's already misleading that I thought you were someone else and came in here wanting their company, only to be disappointed by your filth!"Steele growled going nose to nose with him.

Preparing himself for a fight he stood his ground, not really relishing the contest to come, then he stopped, hitting on something that the bigger canine had just said that didn't make sense.

“What do you mean by misleading? You couldn't tell who I was? It's not like I look like anyone else in town Steele."

“You do from behind and I was looking forward to catching her here to talk with her…." Steele said, trailing off as Bandit slowly pieced it together.

“Wait someone that looks like….me…..Jenna?"

He must've caught a glimpse of me coming here earlier but because of the storm he only saw my red fur and jumped to the conclusion that I was Jenna!

“So….you were coming here to 'talk' with her?" Bandit growled slowly meeting those cold blue eyes with his own. “Why?"

Silence for a few moments.

He could almost feel the tension in the air as his heartbeats measured out every second. Then…

“That's none of your business what I intended, or why I was looking to speak with her. The problem now is that you do share the same pelt color she does and you refuse to leave. Maybe you're eager to pretend to be her?" Steele offered, raising an eyebrow and giving him a suggestive grin. “I am disappointed but that may make the night more interesting when all is said and done, as well as allow me to put you in your rightful place!"

“Whu ... .wait wait wait I'm confused!" Bandit growled.

“First you wake me up, then you tell me to leave and now you want me to stay and……pretend to be Jenna who I clearly am not for some sick twisted fantasy of yours? I don't think so!"

Steele just glared at him, a devilish grin spreading over his muzzle.

“Oh but you will….and I have a sneaking suspicion that you'll enjoy it. I've seen you with Star and Kaltag when you haven't thought anyone else is watching. I know that your interest isn't just in the bitches in town. You like watching the sled dog teams a whole lot because of what you find underneath each tail, and between hind legs don't you halfbreed?"

“It's Bandit ... .and you don't know what you're talking about!" he growled, for the first time feeling a bit uncertain. Had he been that obvious and careless with his tastes?

“Besides that I'm male and you don't swing that way Steele."

“Oh I don't usually"the bigger dog admitted flicking his ears and placing a large paw forward between them. “However you have ruined my plans for tonight, you have stuck your nose in business that doesn't concern you and we both know that all you are is just a bitch with a bone, waiting for the right dog to come along…."

The dingo mutt stood there, certain that the moment he showed any fear he would be jumped on. Surprisingly he felt calm and knew that while Steele was unquestionably larger than him by a more than considerable amount, he had braved the wilderness and had probably more experience than the bigger canine did. That being the case however, he knew that a fight with Steele would best case scenario result in them both being beat up and bruised and most likely one of them dying with the risk being a heavy cost should he guess wrong. Somehow he either needed to play for time until someone else came along or make some sort of deal. But what? What would allow him to walk out unscathed and for the most part unharmed?

The likelihood of someone else happening into the boiler room at this hour was slim at best and he shivered slightly tilting his head to one side in a challenging way.

“And just what makes you think that you're the dog that I've been waiting for? You're too big, arrogant, and complete and utter dick. You lied to everyone who you've known or cared about and yes you probably would be challenging to take on but what have you ever done for anyone else in your life?"

He could see his words infuriate the bigger dog and for a moment he hesitated studying his opponents eyes for anything there. What he saw gave him all of the answer he needed.

There was nothing in those cold blue orbs but his own reflection, smaller, tired, the perfect target. And nothing else there save resolve that grew with each passing moment.

Conscience or trying to make him feel guilty for what's happened in the past isn't working, nor is my posturing or playing for time! What else is left to me? He's going to jump me and I can fight or………

They glared at each other before Bandit forced his hackles down and laid his ears back.

“Alright you have a deal…"

“What was that mutt?" the large husky snarled grinning in disbelief. “Finally seeing sense?"

“I will submit to you" Bandit answered, quivering a slight grin,"But if that's going to happen then you will first, to me…."

“Took you enough time to…….WHAT!?"

The way the husky said it was like that knife of tension between them sliding along his throat and yet he played it off, confidently padding to one side of Steele and forcing himself to lean against the bigger dog, though the electricity of the motion caused them both to nearly lose control and attack each other. He needed to sell this so he forced himself to go through with it, Steele holding back he guessed because of his shock.

Bandit had to admit that Steele did have soft fur, the fluffy silky feeling welcome along him even given the predicament he was in.

“You heard me Steele, if you want to breed me and for me to go along with it and let you be 'that dog' for tonight then you have to let me take you as well. Fair. Equal and potentially enjoyable for both of us during some part of it."

Steele started to growl.

“We could of course just leave each other alone with you sleeping in one side of this room and me on the other and we can forget that this ever happened ... .but let me make it clear. You might beat me in a fight but I can howl. I can howl for all of Nome to hear tonight, how the liar is back and how he's tried to attack Jenna and take advantage of her. Regardless of what happens to me that will completely tarnish what little reputation you have left. However, if you allow me to take you first and then you promise to be gentle and start out slow, I will give myself to you and then afterwards we can part ways amicably."

The growl got lower and louder.

“I leave it up to you Steele, your choice…"

A nail could've dropped for the silence then and the uncertainty, the boiler still burbling away, the sound of the stormy wind outside blowing and the creaking of the shackles and wood around them.

“Fine!" came the gravely smooth response, slightly defeated and resigned though also excited. “At the least it will be interesting….."

Barely able to conceal his relief Bandit let out a breath mentally composing himself for what was about to ensue. As they had talked and especially now he could smell the other dog growing more excited, the scent heavy and thick but pleasant, growing to fill the room along with his own, a large hint of pink just visible between the huskies' legs. Forcing himself to keep his gaze away from the obvious, he came to a stop in front of Steele, turning his head upward.

“So what now?"

Barely having gotten the words out, Steele leaned forward and began sniffing along his face. The move was done slowly, tentatively given that the two had only moments before been ready to battle and yet Bandit was taken aback at how gently the bigger dog nosed him, he mirrored the action, sniffing and getting more used to the pheromones that the other male was giving off now in waves. He buried his nose for a moment in thick black and white fur, feeling Steele nibbling along one of his ears and then before he knew it they were kissing.

It was a surprise and he nearly yelped when it started. However there was no denying that the husky was experienced and adept, knowing exactly what he was doing. There was almost a tenderness there, hidden away from everyone and he shook as they continued, moment to moment not certain if he should completely relent his being cautious.

Steeles' breath was warm with his own and yet his breath was clean, a deep growl started up and soon he realized that it was the husky moaning softly.

When they parted, Bandit drew back, noticing that their muzzles and chins were connected with strings of saliva and gave Steele a playful glance, asking to push further. The bigger canine nodded.

Slowly the dingo kissed along the other dogs neck, licking and trying to soothe and let the other dog know that he would be careful which if anything was very important given that by his estimates, Steele probably hadn't bottomed for many dogs if any in his life. That being the case it would be very key to making sure that they were both relaxed for the next phase.

By degrees he made his way round the huge dog, seeing that even though they both knew what was next, that Steeles' tail was still held down and as Bandit neared it, Steele curled it between his legs, despite himself being the first to show some fear.

“It's okay Steele….it's okay" Bandit growled, Steele turning to look at him. “I promise it's okay…..we can stop if you like…"

Steele shook his head adamantly and then raised his bushy tail up though the mutt could tell that it was new to him.

Wanting his unexpected partner to enjoy this as much as was possible he leaned in to take a sniff, drawing closer in towards the pink anal start nestled in at the huskys tail base.

Much like the rest of the bigger canine, and much to the dingos' surprise Steele was clean here as well with only a light trace of musk present, the fleshy salmon colored pucker only slightly gleaming, probably a bit sweaty from earlier running. Knowing that his cold nose wouldn't probably help matters, the mutt was careful inching forward and inclining his head to one side before opening his jaws and pressing his wet tongue along Steeles' winking orifice, earning him a startled woof from the husky.

“W….whoa! That….that feels weird! You really are a dirty mutt, licking me there!"

Just you wait, big guy he thought, with a grin, licking the flexing aperture and provoking its slightly darker center with the tip of his tongue, before bunching up and sliding slowly into the malamute's passage.

Closing his eyes he concentrated on the warm tight grip from pungent anal walls as Steeles smell grew yet stronger and the bigger dog began to shake slightly. He continued on soon to his delight hearing the usually brazen dog melting and moaning his name, barely at all at first and then quite a bit, mid a string of curses that he tried to hide.

I won't push my luck too much as he's already having second thoughts. I'll go through with this and just enjoy myself and if it breaks him down for me I might draw attention to it but if not then it might give him a better idea how to handle me when it's his turn instead of being too rough.

Just be yourself and allow him the same….

Soon the heated flesh gave way easily allowing him in, one of his fores snaking out to support Steele who by now was shaking and moaning quite a bit. Bandit pushed in deep, working with the bigger dogs' body, slurping in further and further and….

“CAN YOU FUCK ME ALREADY MUTT!"

He jumped pulling back from Steeles rump in some bemusement…

“I'm making sure that you enjoy this instead of it being uncomfortable for you when I mount up."

“Whatever! Just st….stop licking me there. Get on with it! The sooner I get to fuck your ass the better instead of this weird stuff…."

He has no idea what to think of this and doesn't understand how to cope with the fact that he actually is liking this a lot the dingo released, allowing himself a smirk.

“Okay big guy you asked for it. I'll start out slow…"

“Just get to it you….aaahhhooohh!"

While Steele had been about to say more Bandit hopped up on his hind legs, using his agility to shuffle forward, hunching over the bigger dogs back, his fores clasping the well muscled hips to him and smearing his already hardened penis up along that pleasantly rank pucker before sinking in.

The result was heaven.

Vice like warmth became his world and he groaned, forgetting himself for a moment and pushing half of his length in.

“Ooowww! Ooohhhh Stop Ss s stop! Give me a moment!"

“Sorry Steele…..let me know when" Bandit said, pinning his ears back. Gingerly he leaned forward and gave one of the huskies' ears an encouraging lick.

“You're doing great, just breath and relax……let me in…."

For a moment he thought that Steele would have some barbed retort as per usual but instead he could feel that warm passage flexing with more control and less spasmodically. It still gripped him squeezing at his length a great deal but it was now an ebbing sensation.

Slowly he slid himself in further, the big dog beneath him standing rigidly alert. Then it happened all at once. A note that he never thought he would hear from the bigger canine rolled forth and into the room, a soft needy whine. Taking his cue he slowly pushed his shaft in all of the way before pulling out and then humping forward again.

“Ooooohhh fuck yeah!"

“You….you like that don't you Steele~"

No response aside from a soft whine.

He started grinding forward slowly but steadily, working his hips and muscles to control a careful but firm pace, the smacking of his balls bouncing along Steeles resounding in his sharp ears.

“That…..feels……..amazing! Keep going mutt!"

Over the next few moments he started out with a steady pace, marveling at how tightly the bigger dogs ring engulfed him, quaffing him in further and gradually giving way to his thrusts. It was a half hearted cooperation and yet as he began to have that lovely growing pleasurable sensation in his core, it became obvious that Steele's body was betraying him. Systematically he picked up the pace, relishing the shaking of the dog beneath him and giving into his own instincts, the boiler room soon suffused with the plap plap plapping of his furry balls bouncing merrily along Steels' and the occasional breathy moan from the later.

Oh but you haven't experienced anything yet big guy….let's try this!

After a few more thrusts Bandit shuffled around slightly on his hind legs, hugging the husky stud closer to himself and arching his back at a more intense angle that brought his knot right up against his partner's pucker. His humps became a wild dancing as he angled up purposefully, each thrust in allowing him to slide his shaft in at a particular angle that skated right along the bigger dogs' sweet spot.

“Ohhhhhhh yeahhh ….yeahhhhhhhhhhhhh ah mutt!!!Whaaaaaooohhhhhhhhhh!"

The response was immense with Steele actually grinding back into him and both of them working to hit the huskies prostate.

Steele's tail had curled around the side of his hips much after the fashion of most bitches in heat, his head arched up and spatterings of drool falling from his open slavering jaws. He was arching back, his forelegs shaking and unsteady, barely supporting the large canine.

Closing his eyes the dingo shepherd growled softly, continuing to give the stud what he secretly wanted, one of the things that every male probably did, the joy of being taken and well and truly fucked silly.

Precum leaked down his scrotum and sheath to drizzle down Steeles' legs and fluffy family jewels and each time Bandit's knot kissed up along Steeles' rim the husky went nuts, bucking back and moaning lewdly.

I've gotten him to go this far and this will probably be the only chance I get to have him this much under my control. If I get him to admit he likes it, then there's more of a chance that he'll be lenient and more considerate of me when he takes a turn.

Grinding forward purposefully he whispered in a husky voice.

“Mmmm you like taking my dick big guy? Yeah?"

“Yhh….ooooooh yeah!"

“Good boy! You going to be a good boy and cum for me while saying me name Steele?"

A soft snarl came next followed by the large canines' ears swiveling for a moment as if thinking it over before pinning back along his skull as another grinding motion, crushed out all resistance left.

“Just….you….talk too much…just just fuck me Bandit…."

“Yeahh?"

“Bandit fuck me!"

The next phase of their eventful evening seemed a blur to him, the hot slightly steamed heat of the boiler glancing off of them both almost matched by that gloriously supple tailhole around him and the bucking and whining of the dog underneath him. Intaking a breath Bandit fairly pistoned into Steele's tail, pounding him into submission, both of them wracked with blissful waves of euphoric abandon as with the last few humps, he used his fore paws to gingerly clasping and tug back his partners sheath, exposing that large knot, the musky smell quickly filling the room. Then it was forward, the struggle to invade past that tight, pink entrance and into heaven, grunts, whimpers and then as he pushed in a series of low needy whines from Steele before that ass clenched hard and rhythmically in a way that could only mean that the large husky had been sent over the edge nearly the moment that he managed to slam into him and tie them both in union with an audible shlorp.

“Aaaahhhhohhhhh fuck!"

Bandit allowed himself a blissful smile as he too began to ride out his climax, balls emptying thick gooey coats of cum into Steele. His ears perked forward enjoying some of the cursing the other spat forth and the way that that hole held him.

The feeling was almost too much, too amazing.

It was only at this moment that he realized that he could very well be the first that had been allowed this, the first to claim this tail for his own, its first master and Steeles' first time getting bred. He relished it and somehow it almost made it better and more wonderful to think that he had conquered what no other dog yet had in this small town nearly on top of the world. True it was a place in the middle of nowhere, but it felt like paradise.

Shame is that this will probably be the only time that this happens, the only time that Steele submits like this, but that being the case this is worth it. Now for the difficult part. After my knot deflates and both have a moment it'll be my turn to take what he dishes out. It'll be challenging to say the least and that's if he's thoughtful….if not…..

Bandit gulped at the thought.

Apprehension coursed through him even as he turned and lifted a hindleg over and stood butt to butt with Steele, his twitching as he unloaded more and more into the husky, and Steele's because of how stuffed it was.

Both of them impulsively began to pull gently at their connection more and more as time went on until with a loud pop they broke free of each other, a tidal wave of sticky fluids dripping down and out of Steeles' gaping anal passage while Bandit's cock was coated in a thing sticky white sheen that dripped as the last remnants of his orgasm died down.

Pacing back into one of the very far corners away from the unrelenting heat of the room he wearily plodded before turning and circling before flopping down onto his side and leaning down to lick his length, cleaning it as it retreated back into his sheath. Idly he began grooming himself in an attempt to try to calm himself down some, knowing what was coming next. His heartbeat was galloping a million miles a minute, breath coming ragged and fast and not just because of his fresh exertion.

So intent was he with cleaning himself that he didn't notice the proximity that Steele had made to him or the distance the bigger dog had covered until he felt a wet slurping feeling along his balls, both being lifted up before flopping lazily along one of his inner thighs. Quizzically he lifted a hind leg up and was met with the visage of Steele, sapphire blue eyes locked on his balls and undertail.

“I can….I can get up if you like…."he offered hesitantly.

“No need, you're too tired but I think this will work out mutt. Just relax…."

Taken aback and completely at a loss for anything to say, he lay watching hypnotized by Steeles gentle ministrations and the smooth wet tongue, gliding along his jewels and the lower underside of his sheath. Slowly the action moved up and without much thought he moved his bushy tail up and off to one side as he felt the husky delve into his hole.

Long and damp it whisked along him, touching the family of nerves housed along the brim of his anus and caressing them in wet oscillating motions that swept away his worries. Each passing moment he expected disgust from the bigger husky, some sign of being grossed out or annoyed at the task and yet Steele seemed to be enjoying himself.

“I didn't take you for someone who would do this for another……guy much less a halfbreed like me" he growled hesitantly, not able to resist his tail flagging in response to a particularly deep slurp. He only just stifled a whine as that thick tongue brushed up along his prostate wall, causing his limbs to jerk and him to grit his teeth.

Pulling out the mammoth husky chuckled.

“Didn't think I could be as dirty as you eh mutt? To be honest licking you where I am isn't much different from licking pussy."

Raising an eyebrow he smirked.

“Oh really? Licking ass is like licking pussy is?"Bandit chuckled. “I've never thought so."

“Same reaction, nearly the same taste only more ... .rich. It isn't as bad as I would've thought it would be" Steele quipped smirking before resuming rimming the dingo.

“That's…..that's fair….."

He could barely concentrate on much else as that broad tongue worked him over, sending jolts down his spine and making his fur stand on end. Bandit had hoped that Steele would take some time before the main event but he hadn't expected this much prepping or tenderness towards him given how things had started out. At this moment he almost felt like he could almost completely let his guard down. Almost but not quite.

Still it was all he could do to keep a grip on reality.

Then the husky pulled out with a loud slurp, jaws dripping with his own saliva and got to his paws, though he crouched forward over Bandit. His haunches were spread open as he leaned down over the dingo, slightly behind.

Leaning up quizzically he nearly yipped as Steele locked lips with him, wet muzzle pressed in and the faint musky flavor on his tongue recognizable instantly as they shared the taste of arousal and tailhole.

It didn't last long but it added a thrill to the air around them as the dingo felt the first few pokes of malamute shift at his pucker, pressing forward experimentally and teasing his opening. He opened his eyes slightly as the bigger dog towered over him smugly, an amused hungry smirk along his sharp angled features.

“I thought you'd like a taste of your own pussy Bandit, just before I destroy it and have you begging me for pups…."

The tone of Steeles growl had a purely teasing lilt as he met the dingos' gaze, slowly sliding in. There was a momentary pain and a twinge of discomfort as more of the bigger dog sank into him and he let himself sigh, mentally trying to relax his body and take in as much as he could. Casting a glance down to Steeles' intrusion, he couldn't help but balk at the size of the husky.

Part of the stud's colossal dick had already disappeared into his anus, sliding in and stretching him out. However much to his dismay a good part of it was still out in the open, waiting it's turn to push forward, ruby red mostly with hints of pink variegated along the veiny throbbing surface.

More and more of it pushed in, Steele going slowly and feeding his southern end more of it. By the halfway mark he was nearly seeing stars, breathing hard and panting, the rest produced a soft groan from him, his own shaft filling him with incredulity as it began for the second time that evening to slide out into the open, a light vermillion red and rosy pink than Steele's shaft. It dribbled and a long needy moan was drawn from him as finally the bigger dog hilted inside of him, cock squashing into his prostate with so much intensity that it was unbearable and wonderful all at once.

The malamute was slurping the side of his face and scruff now, nibbling behind one of his ears as he pulled back just as slowly before thrusting in, starting off with a pace much like the one Bandit had used on him earlier in the evening.

It was intense heaven.

“You might've bred me tonight huff mutt but I'm the one who's going to fuck you silly~" came that smooth deep voice. He could feel it reverberating through every corner of his being as Steele began deftly working over his tailhole. Each thrust as exquisite fire and soon he was unabashedly moaning and crying out Steeles' name with each slamming home of that glorious bone into his rump.

Streams of sticky gooey precum sloshed out to coat the downy soft fur of his balls and tail, as well as the floor, his glazed pink entrance quivering uncontrollably as it continued to get absolutely wrecked by the bigger canine.

Bandit lifted a leg only to have Steele's nose along his paw pads and lick along them, coating them in more sticky approval. The sensations were everything.

“F…fuuuahhhhhhhhhhh ahhhhhhhh oooohhh Steele don't….don't stop!"

Then came the grinding. It felt like obliteration as his sweet spot was pummeled again and again, pulverized into a willing traitor of pulp begging for it, that made him plead and need it. As Steele licked and fucked him further it cowed him, enslaved every last ounce of reserve and control he had and made him into little more than a puppy, desperate to be used like a bitch there and then.

He found himself unable to think of anything but that illustrious gargantuan shaft hammering out the song of his submitting, the need building along with a welcome helplessness that made him high and drunk on the feeling.

The weeping of his own shaft he was only partially aware of and even less so when it became a throbbing stream of cum that shot out from him in thick sticky volleys that plastered his fur, gleaming wet and soggy in the golden light of the room. Steele continued to fuck him all through his climax forcing him to paint his own fur and face, saturating himself in puppy batter. And it didn't stop there.

Steele kept going, Bandit only vaguely aware that for some time now the husky had been knot fucking him, the large bulb having long since bloomed and squelched into his hole, being thrust in and then pulled out repeatedly.

“S….Steele unnnnnnnn nnahhhhh Steele!"

He turned then and the large dog was there, leaning down over him and tied in under his tail, filling his bowels with rich warmth and a load that was herculean.

They kissed and not for the first time he was shocked as the large husky began fucking him again, thrusting himself deeper and deeper still until Bandit thought that he would burst. His pleasure core both screamed for mercy and sang out in ecstasy for more, as he euphorically let it happen to him, the constant sound of Steeles heavy balls smacking into the slight fat of his undertail and rump, heavy and rhythmic as they danced, answering both of their carnal instincts.

A large forepaw came up coated in his own cum and pushed into his mouth and he greedily slurped and cleaned it, afterwards enjoying the smooth fleshy taste of the huskies pads. More plaps and he rode the waves of euphoria towards yet another climax, his body writhing as he continued to take out the abuse from the bigger dog. And it was abuse in a way that he had needed for a long long time.

“Ooooooohhhhh fuck!"

“Good girl! That's a very good girl~"

Is he mocking me again or is he pretending that I'm Jenna to help him go through with this. I almost….almost don't care, this is incredibly amazing! Just hope that I can hang on and hold out!

“Who's my good bitch?"

Fuck it! I don't care as long as he keeps using that bone on me.

“I…..oooohhh I am Steele, just ple…please keep going!"

“That's right" Steele groaned softly, meeting his eyes with a half lidded leer. “I hope that you have it in you to go longer because I have several rounds left in me tonight."

There was a gentle bit to one of his ears that he was dimly aware of and then…

“Because I love your ass. I might not be able to get you pregnant with pups, but we have all night long for me to try, again, 'SLAM' and again, 'SLAM! SLAM!' and again! SLAM!!!

Lazily placing his fores along the bigger dogs well muscled shoulders Bandit rode it out, moaning along and howling out each time that he came, clinging on for dear life as Steele pounded him, punching his ticket over and over again, assaulting and overwhelming his senses until after some amount of time that became unaware of he passed out, darkness caressing and welcoming his battered tired mind with open arms. The last thing he remembered before he took leave of his senses was the flopping of Steele on him, and the warmth of a forepaw pulling him close and spooning him.

What a night….

Then, vacant emptiness and sleep~

Morning light gleamed in through the slanting wood beams and the tight packed walls faintly as well as in through the door. The chill was small, only affecting his legs and pleasantly blowing along his face though most of him was warm.

Behind him came Steele's heavy snores, a large heavy paw draped along his shoulder while a hind leg rested over his middle. Warm steady streams of breath lapped against the back of his neck and scruff like tides along a shore and he smiled to himself, carefully inching his way free of the husky to stand, stretch and give himself a shake.

Leaning down he sniffed along the large dogs face before giving Steele a lick along his cheek and then in farewell, another to his forehead before turning and making his way out into the day.

“Hey Bandit! How's it going?"

He looked round before spotting the lovable trio of dogs that followed Steele around;Nikki, Kaltag and Star.

“Not too shabby guys. You?"

Gingerly he fell into step with them, padding along and enjoying the sunshine.

“Hey youse is um leaking pretty bad there mutt" Nikki growled, eying his rear. “You find some action of some type last night?"

“I guess you could say that" Bandit replied, yipping as Star unceremoniously darted in and gave his tail a sniff. “Hey!"

“ Sorry just was curious…smells like Steele if I had to guess" the smaller purple dog grinned. “He fucked you really really good!"

“That he did" the dingo admitted. “However, I gave him a run for his money as well."

Kaltag stared at him, cocking his head to one side in confusion.

“What does that mean?"

“I fucked him too."

All three gasped and then dissolved into a series of questions, each one more incredulous and eager than the last.

“Guys guys guys! Keep your fur on! Let's go down to the shore perhaps and I'll tell you all about it" he chuckled wagging his bushy tail.

“Sounds like a very tempting, a very enticing, a very lovely, a very interesting and fun, a very ….

“Sounds like a good plan!" Star broke in with his customary interruption of Kaltags stuttering.

They all laughed before bounding off into the morning, making their way through town, and towards the banks of the shore and the boathouse run aground, in the place almost on top of the world~