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I'll say this early on; this project happened thanks to my mate( HolidayPup)'s brilliant idea to bring these two together, and have some sexy time! He also provided some great ideas on how to bring them together, what should happen, all of that good stuff... And of course the wonderful arts! So, I hope you enjoy this story, if you do, thank him mainly, not me! P.S. The final scene was drawn while looking at (and drooling over) his pic, found here (http://www.sofurry.com/view/436887), entitled Crossed Swords... For very obvious reasons! _ _P.P.S. We take no responsibility for sticky/messy/ruined keyboards! Enjoy! Soon it'll start, he thought, shuddering with a dull expectant frustration. Every day is the exact same... The crowds, the cheering, the flashing lights... Those even on their own were infuriating enough to make him wish he were back in Nome once again. Where they were only made it worse; the sweltering heat of the lower States crept into their trailer during the night, making sleep nigh on impossible as he and his team mates lay there, melting into a puddle of their own sweat and drool. The foul city odours wafting in certainly didn't help the situation in the slightest; with car exhaust, fetid garbage, and the general smell of thousands of humans living in close quarters, the stench hardly came as a surprise to any of them, but it still hit them hard during the still, early hours of the morning.

He had come to dread the start of the day most of all. Fitful sleep after fitful sleep, one thing he could always count on was the way in which they were woken, and today was no different. At least it starts at the far end...

Right on schedule, from the far end of the trailer came the sharp clank of metal on metal. Opening his eyes groggily, he watched as the man walked back to the front of the trailer, dragging a metal baton down the length of the kennel bars. It was a rude, unpleasant way to start the day, and the whole team absolutely hated it. It was secretly Balto's (and not-so-secretly some of the other dogs) first wish in that morning to bite the hand holding that baton, if only for a few minutes' reprieve.

Flinching and flattening his ears, Balto grimaced and turned his head away slightly, trying to shield his ears from the sudden onslaught of noise. Of course, this did no good; he knew that already from many past experiences. Baring his teeth, he snapped at the baton as it rattled past his cage...

Ow.

Rubbing his sore nose, he glared balefully at the solid metal bars, swiping angrily at them with his claws. Which, of course, only created more noise and got a laugh from the trainer on the walkway.

Shit.

Still chuckling, the trainer walked back to the middle of the trailer, smirking a little at the milling, confused mass of canines before him. "Alright, up and at'em, team!" he brightly exclaimed, tapping his baton on the cage again. Ignoring the angry growls as always, he slowly began unlatching the kennels, letting the dogs out of their tight confines to stretch their sore muscles. As he undid Balto's cage, the wolf-dog gave him an angry glare, but that did nothing but get another chuckle from the man. Calling through the open door, he hollered: "Hey Chuck, looks like your wolfy here has still got a burr up his ass!", all the while snickering.

From outside the trailer came an exasperated sigh, and then their main trainer, Chuck, popped his head in, glaring at the younger man. "Just leave the goddam dogs alone for once, Matt! Honestly, what is your problem?" he asked icily. With a shake of his head, he pulled back outside.

Sullenly glaring back at the older man, Matt started to mutter angrily under his breath, scrunching up his face into a ridiculous scowl as he quickly opened the rest of the kennels. Looking back at his charges, he pointed angrily outside the trailer, yelling: "Get up! Get off your asses and get out!". Frowning angrily again, he turned around and started to leave the trailer.

Putting the dour trainer out of his mind, Balto got up in one smooth motion, flicking the cage door open with a paw before gliding out silently, brushing past the man's leg on his way out. He definitely did not relish the girlish scream the man uttered, and easily dodged the man's heavy but mis-aimed kick. Nope, annoying the trainer did absolutely nothing to brighten his day. However, he did chuckle a little. Completely unrelated, of course. He would never take enjoyment from irritating someone.

Well, maybe just a little.

Shaking his head, he sidled slowly over to Matt's rusty old car, and with a quick check on the trainer himself, he hoisted up a hind paw and let out a pleased sigh as a long stream of urine arched downwards onto the car's running board. Wagging his tail slightly, he waited a moment until his bladder was empty, then dropped back to all fours and trotted happily back over to the trailer with an innocent and open expression on his face. Just a little...

Joining his teammates, they formed a loose lineup before their food bowls, eagerly awaiting their morning breakfast. The days when Chuck was there were always good ones; he made sure they got their fill of meat of all sorts. Matt simply poured out a bowl of dry kibble and let them have at it, chuckling when one got shoved away from the snarling, yelping mass of hungry dogs. Today was no disappointment; he felt drool forming in his mouth as a thick slab of steak was slapped down onto his bowl. Lowering his head, he tore into it, making use of his sharp, white teeth to cut it apart.

With a quiet belch, Balto raised his head and licked his lips one final time, licking away any remaining delicious juices and blood from his soft gray fur. No matter how much he tried to restrain himself, he was always the first one done; the closest to him, Kaltag, was no more than halfway through his. That's just the wolf in me... Balto thought to himself, chuckling slightly.

Stepping back from his bowl, Balto sat back on his haunches, patiently waiting for the rest of the team to finish. One by one, they finished their meal and, licking their chops, settled back into another rough line by Balto, waiting for Chuck to come back. Except for Star, of course... He was the slowest, pickiest eater that Balto had ever met. The little husky would carefully pick through the steak, assiduously eating around any gristle or fat until there was a little orderly pile of rejected meat laying on his plate. It made Balto laugh; personally it didn't matter to him, but it irritated some of the other dogs on the team to no end.

Growling, Nikki snapped at Star, saying: "Goddam it, Star, hurry up!". The fat brown husky always was first to voice his opinions, but left the elaborations to Kaltag, who, like clockwork, filled his role perfectly.

"You're the slowest... The pickiest... The whiniest... The downright most annoyingest..." the big tan husky spluttered, leaving off with a growl. As soon as Star finished his steak, Kaltag walked up to the smaller husky and smacked him across the jaw with a paw, but lightly... The two had grown fond of one another since being on the team together. It was more just a tradition now than anything to do with anger; Star knew this as well as the rest of the team.

***

The rest of the morning passed in the slow, painful fashion that only the most tedious of dull routines could create; every day was the same after they reached a new city. Said routine involved hours of standing around, waiting for every last member of the team to be roughly brushed, and then gone over with a fine toothed comb in order to remove any dirt or debris from their coats, making sure that they glistened healthily in the muted sunlight. Of course, they weren't really allowed to... Well, move, after they had been groomed. That might undo all of the trainers' careful work, no?

It was all a load of crap, as far as Balto was concerned. As usual, the grooming had little to no effect on his unruly fur; the tuft on the top of his head popped up immediately after the brush left it, and all across his body random tufts of shaggy fur stuck out at strange angles, refusing to be coaxed into some semblance of order. The groomers had long since realized this, and very rare was the day when they spent more than a minute on him, just long enough to pull out burrs and other small bits of riffraff which he picked up over the day.

By the time that they were cleaned up and led back into the trailer, it was high noon. They were led back into their kennels, left under the angry scrutiny of Matt while Chuck closed up the back. His job was to prevent them from disturbing their pristine fur; of course, he needed little excuse to strike out at the kennels with his heavy baton. The dogs were all just thankful of the bars between them and his cudgel; however, Balto wondered whether it was simply because they couldn't be struck, or whether it had to do with their fruitless desire to tear the club from the man's hand. Even in all his false bravado, Balto thought, Matt really should be the thankful one here.

Outside, he heard the sharp, stuttery wheeze of the worn out truck's engine cranking over. The damn thing never started well, probably had never started well even to begin with, and that was well over 20 years before. Now it was but one step short of a derelict, barely limping along the side of the highway at ludicrously low speeds as it struggled to pull its own weight, coupled with that of the bulky trailer behind. Nonetheless, after a couple more cranks by Chuck, and needless to say a few more curses, the engine exploded into life. Any louder, and it really would be exploding...

The coughing, roaring engine soon subsided into its usual slow putt-putting tractor-engine sound, little puffs of blue smoke filtering through the vents on the side of the trailer. As always, Balto was prepared for Chuck's uneasy fight with first gear and braced himself against the far bars of his kennel, waiting for the lurch to come. He was not disappointed.

Cursing, Matt was flung backwards, recently lit cigarette flying from between his fingers as he smacked his head upon a cross beam above. Bellowing in senseless rage, he lashed out, punching the kennel bars, earning a few loud chuckles as he simply yelled louder, clutching his wounded hand while performing a tight little dance. Balto merely rolled his eyes; this was nowhere even near the first time this exact same thing had happened. What an idiot.

Laying down on the floor of his kennel, the wolf-dog closed his eyes once more, hoping in vain to catch a quick five minute nap, but the lack of any springs to speak of on the trailer's rear axle made that an impossibility. Clearly he was not the only one trying to; he wagged his tail briefly in amusement at the other dogs' comments.

"God, this guy sucks at driving!" rasped Nikki, growling to himself.

"He is the absolute worst, I mean, he is hitting every, he isn't missing, he is..." came Kaltag's contribution.

"He hit it!"

Balto didn't have to hear the little thump to know that Kaltag had just punched playfully at the bars separating him from Star; he just chuckled and placed his paws over his ears, trying to block out the sounds. However, try as he might, sleep's gossamer embrace evaded him, and regretfully he opened his eyes, waiting like the rest of the dogs for them to arrive.

***

Finally, with one last blinding flash, the curtain came down, and silence fell upon the sled dogs. After all the cheering and camera flashbulbs, the absence of the mob of people seemed almost unnatural. Balto sighed, trotting stiffly off the stage, claws clicking on the polished hard wood. Looking back, he saw the rest of the team slowly filing off stage as well, heads down, exhausted from the day's worth of attention. It was always the same; hundreds of people came each day, bringing with them cameras and hoping to be able to see one of the heroic dogs who had saved Nome's children. They would come to the stage, poke, prod, and generally jostle the dogs, standing in poses before the dogs for photographs taken by enthusiastic friends, all the while bubbling with their own noisome energy and enthusiasm. It exhausted Balto and the other team members as much as though they had ran all day; frankly, it would be easier to be running all day. There was not a single member of the team left who still enjoyed their exhibitions; after the novelty of being a demi-celebrity had worn off there was only the enervation of each day, wearing them away until it felt like they simply could not bear another day.

And then they drove to another city, and started it all over again.

Slowly weaving his way back to the trailer through a series of dull, depressing hallways, Balto couldn't help but think that everything was easier before the medicine run. Well, in truth, it had been better afterwards, of course. For just a short while, it seemed everything was going his way, finally. He had gained the trust and love of the most beautiful dog in Nome, he had gained friends, dealt with enemies, and become a trusted and loved member of the community. People in the town, those who had previously either mistrusted him or elsewise hated him for his heritage had then welcomed him into their homes to partake in their meals, and everywhere he went he could be sure of a comforting word and pat from passersby. It couldn't last, of course. Once word had gotten out about the dog sled team's miraculous run, it wasn't contained to Nome, or even Alaska, and spread like wildfire across the entire nation. The country was swept up in dog sled fever; newspapers were filled with articles about the team and him, telling of their heroic and perilous run, but managing to mess up almost every last detail until it had become nothing but a horribly garbled fictional account, based very loosely upon the real events.

Their musher thought to capitalize on this, and so he decided to take Balto and the team on a cross-country tour, tearing them away from their homes and families with no care in the world. Jenna couldn't come; she had no part in the story, as far as the press was concerned, and so he had been whisked away from her, with no way of knowing when they would be back.

That had been months ago. He had been away so long that he almost forgot the faces he had once known so well... Boris' face was nothing but an indistinct white blur, along with those of Muk and Luk. The only faces he could conjure up perfectly were absolute polar opposites, Steele and Jenna. The dog he hated most in the world, and the dog he loved most. Neither of them were faces that he thought he could ever forget, and he didn't want to forget them anyways. They reminded him of who he was, no matter how corny that sounded, even to him.

Pausing, he nodded back at Kaltag behind him, gesturing for him to go ahead. "I'll be right along," he muttered, sitting down for a moment. In his mind, he conjured up an image of Jenna... He could see her perfectly, her beautiful red fur glistening softly in the muted sunlight, gentle brown eyes lit with a laughing, inner glow... Her delicate brows, and the striking interplay between her red and creamy fur. Reaching out a paw, he gently tried to caress her, but the instant his paw touched the vision it evanesced away into nothingness.

Whining slightly, Balto shook his head, dispelling the last traces of the haunting vision. It left reluctantly, traces lingering in his vision for several seconds, and when these finally disappeared it did nothing to dispel the ardent longing clawing at his heart. He knew she would wait for him as she had said as much many times; however, a lifetime of being outcast had made him shy. Despite this, or perhaps even because of this, he was always afraid of losing those he loved. Every night was spent fretting over her, knowing in the back of his mind that he had nothing to worry about, they loved each other truly... But at the same time, the nagging doubt persisted.

A sudden brisk breeze ruffling his fur banished the thoughts, and with a shiver, he turned around, trying to find where it had come from. The rest of the team was outside, probably waiting on him at that moment, but... Something called him out after the breeze, like there was an invisible paw pushing him in that direction. He felt compelled to find its' source, and the team and mushers could go get stuffed for all he cared.

Trotting down the corridor to the left from whence the draft came, he noticed an open door at the end, a portal opening upon the cool night air, and without a further thought he bounded through it, heedless of the team waiting behind him. A deep part of his mind realized that he was actually trying to escape, but he really didn't care. Suddenly, the night was full of options, and sleeping in a cramped and uncomfortable kennel wasn't one of them! He was free, at least for the night! On a whim, he wheeled to the left and padded off down the alleyway he found himself in, away from the waiting team. I'll find catch up with them tomorrow, he thought, wagging his tail. Tonight's all for me.

Emerging from the grimy alley, he found himself alone on a wooden boardwalk, lit with the occasional tarnished arc lamp, casting fitful glows about themselves while leaving large portions of the sidewalk entombed in shadow. However, it was a cheery looking street; one look at the buildings told him that. Tall and narrow in aspect, they were painted in bright and jovial colours, each seeming to outdo the next in garish ornamentation. The entire street had... Somehow, it had a happy feeling to it, and he felt it rubbing off on him, filling him with a giddy optimism of the night to come. Raising his muzzle to the darkling sky, he took a deep breath, then let out a high, piercing howl. It felt good to do that again... He hadn't really had a chance, or a reason to, in a long time.

Closing his muzzle and breathing in deeply, he savoured all the rich aromas floating around in the air. To is left came wafting the delicious, warm scent of baking bread and pastries, flowing up from some local bakery. Raising his muzzle again, he sniffed deeply at it, and began to trot after the smell.

The trail led him on a chase across four or five different streets, and by the time he realized that he was lost, there was no hope of him retracing his steps by sight. Wheeling his shaggy head around, he searched vainly for any buildings or landmarks which might clue him in to his whereabouts, but all around him towered tall, brick-faced buildings, no houses in sight. It seemed he had wandered into an industrial sort of area without realizing it... And that, kids, is why you don't follow your stomach!

Sighing, he shrugged his shoulders, looking around at his surroundings. Still, the warm, fresh smell of bread filled his nostrils, so with another shrug and a wag of the tail, he trotted off after the scent once again, giving in to the demands of his stomach for now.

The trail led him right up to a small bakery, wedged in between two imposing brick establishments. Cheery green awnings covered the brightly lit windows, banishing back the shadows in a wide circle in front of the store by virtue of a large electric lighting fixture on the front. In the windows were displayed all manners of delectable pastries and breads, and the smells wafting through the open doorway were enough to make him start to unconsciously drool, licking at his slavering jaws so as not to make a mess on the door stop.

Stomach rumbling, he paused for a moment to wonder how exactly he planned on getting the food. The food was right there, that was a given as he had known ever since he had smelled it... But he had never actually thought of how to acquire it. Flicking his eyes back over the food in the windows, he licked his lips again, tail wagging slightly. However, the sign reading "No pets allowed" gave him pause.

Balto figured he'd give it a try anyways, so with his most adorable begging expression set on his face and a peppy wag in his tail, he slowly trotted in through the wide open front door. Later, he realized ironically that the sudden paroxysm of fury which came over the hoary cleaning lady's face when he walked past her should have clued him in that he was not welcome here... But as it was, he was fixated upon the counter, and all of the delectable morsels contained within. So, naturally it came as a complete surprise when he felt a sharp, crashing pain across his back. Yelping, he leapt backwards away from the source, and in doing so tangled his paws amongst the legs of a rickety table, sending both him and the table crashing to the ground with the sharp, silvery tinkle of shattering glass and smashing wood. Again before he could get himself untangled, the sharp pain drew across his ribs, and with a yelp he leapt up, sending furniture flying. There before him stood the decrepit maidservant, long-handled broom clutched ferociously in her claw-like hands as her sagging face contorted in a vicious snarl. And, as fate would have it, she was blocking off his path to the door.

Side-stepping smartly around the flailing broom, he sprang off to the left in an attempt to dodge around her, but with another rapid flick the broom handle came down just before his nose, stopping him dead in his tracks. This old hag has got to go... he thought to himself, jumping back as another blow aimed for his head fell. He tried feinting left then jumping right, but the old bag's reflexes were uncannily good and she stopped him both times. Damn it! Finally, he made up his mind. Since he couldn't go around her, he would go through her.

As he feinted quickly to the right, she immediately swung the broom in that direction, shifting her footing to a wider stance to allow for the movement. Which was just what Balto had been waiting for. Not waiting around, he dove under the antediluvian biddy's long skirts, racing in between her legs and towards the door before she even knew what had happened. A whoosh of air on his backside told him that she had attempted one last strike at his fleeing posterior, but with an extra burst of speed he tore out onto the street again, digging in his paws and doing a sharp one-eighty turn around.

The old harridan was framed in the doorway by the light pouring from the building's brightly lit interior, broom in hand as she clutched the wall for support, breathing heavily and looking about to collapse. Her face was still purpled with anger, and as he stood there watching, she lifted the broom and started gesturing angrily at him, yelling in no uncertain terms that he was never to enter the building again, or she would in essence, neuter him. Gee, thanks lady. I didn't realize I wasn't welcome before now; this makes it all so much clearer! With a carefree toss of his head, he pranced off, wagging his tail for her benefit. Peering back furtively, he saw that she had gone back inside; seeing this, he turned once more and chose a new course of action.

Trotting around to the back of the building, he found what he was looking for, an employee's entrance, and judging by the smell emanating from the open doorway, it was directly connected to the kitchen as well. Bingo, he thought, grinning to himself. Now to find someone who will feed the poor hungry doggy...

Slinking up to the unpainted doorway, he cautiously peered his head in. It was a large, unorganized, and bustling kitchen his head now poked into, full of aproned assistants running back and forth between the great black ovens and the counters where white clothed bakers formed the dough. Surreptitiously glancing around, Balto counted 3 differents bakers, with at least 5 assistants racing around at their orders, but there were no maids. Wagging his tail slightly, again he adopted his best begging expression and walked in slowly, head held low.

**

From the shadows across the alley, a pair of watchful brown eyes followed the wolfdog's movement with amusement crinkling their corners. The watcher was laid out low behind a short fence, peeping through a crack in the boards, ragged tail wagging slightly as he chuckled to himself. Shaking his head, he snorted as the wolfdog trotted into the store. Here we go again... he chuckled to himself, rolling his eyes. Three... Two... One...

Right on cue, a loud yelp issued from the store, and then the grey mutt was hurled bodily from the open doorway, landing on his chest with his legs splayed out behind him and skidding to a stop against the short fence. Groaning, his hind end plopped down as his front came to rest, nose pressed hard up against the unyielding wooden wall. With a growl, the mutt stood himself up, glaring hard at the store before pausing to lick his hind paw. The watcher figured this was as good a time as any to introduce himself. In his own fashion, of course.

Balto's nerves were already frazzled from being set upon by the cleaning lady, and now were almost entirely frayed by his recent rapid aerial departure by the back door. So, when another voice spoke to him from basically right about his head, it really shouldn't have been a surprise that he jumped almost 3 feet straight up in the air, yelping slightly, and landing hard on splayed out paws. Whipping his body around, he bared his teeth and snarled viciously, hair standing on end and tail held aloft in a dominant position. The only response to this was a deep laugh.

"Come on, that the best you've got?" Standing, the other dog playfully imitated his stance, then let out a deep bellowing bark, spraying Balto's face with a slight mist of spittle. The dog held his angry posture for a moment, then relaxed, a silly, easy-going grin plastered on his dishevelled muzzle. His tail wagged slightly, eyes lit up with warm amusement as he shook his head, glancing in the direction of the store. "I take it you're not from around here?"

When the big dog had snarled at him, Balto had angrily prepared for an attack, hunching down his powerful haunches to meet the bigger dog when he pounced. However, when the dog's silly grin spread across his muzzle, his expression changed to one of shocked puzzlement, mouth hanging slightly open as he stared in disbelief at the dog before him. Hesitating slightly, he wagged his tail timidly, cautiously sitting down on his haunches. Seeing where the dog had glanced, he flicked his glowing golden eyes back towards the shop, then with a flinch turned back to the mutt before him, wincing unconsciously. "No," he muttered, cheeks heating up as he blushed. "Why?"

Smirking at him, the dog moved into the light from behind the fence, exposing his long, lean tan body to the wolfdog before him. "Well... Because no one from around here is dumb enough to go begging from The Witch?" Wagging his ratty tail, he gestured at the store again, making Balto look back.

"The witch? As in... Oh," Balto mumbled, feeling obtuse for not catching the meaning immediately. "That creepy old harpy in there with the broom?"

Still with a broad smile on his face, the dog before him (a young German Shepherd-ish mix, by the looks of it) nodded. "Trust me, we've all been there, done that around here... And we've never gone back in again!" With a chuckle, he continued, saying "Well, at least not to beg..." with a wink. Hearing Balto's stomach growl, he wagged his tail slightly, gesturing towards the shop. "You still lookin' for food, pal?"

Shaking his head as though to dispel the sense of bewilderment, Balto's ears perked up at the mention of food. Nodding emphatically, he excitedly asked, "Yeah, do you have some?". Standing up again, he wagged his tail hard from side to side, body rocking back and forth slightly in time with the swings. "Please?" he added for good measure, smiling hopefully.

Chuckling, the other dog said, "Well, not on me. But I know a great place to get some..." With a quick smirk, he tilted his head slightly and flicked his muzzle in the direction of the still-open doorway to the bakery's kitchen. The wolf-dog's reaction was priceless; at once his ears flattened and he cringed, tail immediately stopping to tuck itself between his legs as his sharp white teeth bared in a silent snarl. Rolling his eyes with an exaggerated motion, the shepherd shook his head in a my-god,-look-what-I-have-to-put-up-with expression, but then wagged his tail quickly to show he was only kidding. "Clearly not the way you tried, pal..." Raising an eyebrow, he looked at Balto for a moment, as he was still staring at the bakery. "Um...," he said, poking the dog on his shoulder. "Over here, genius! Here's the plan..."

***

Balto shook his head, muttering under his breath. "Just go grab them," he growled, scratching his claws in irritation on the hard ground. "Don't worry, it'll be a cakewalk!" Rolling his eyes, he walked over to where he was supposed to wait, just to the side of the store's back door. "You'll know when to go!" With a vexed snort, he started pacing back and forth, making sure to stay hidden behind the wall. And I don't even know the guy's name... he thought absently, then stopped abruptly. It was true, he had never gotten the other dog's name, nor had he given his! Why do I have the feeling I'm being scammed?

The time wore on, and a minute became two, two became five, and Balto was getting restless. His stomach was growling more than ever, and the smells wafting through the aperture were driving him slowly mad. Ya know, I bet that ass is just sitting out front, waiting for me to try again so he can watch, the wolfdog thought, lips curling up slightly. There was a faint sound of a scuffle from out front, but he tuned it out. Well, you know what? Screw it. I've had enough of this... That jackass can go... He cut off in mid-thought, ears perking up as his mouth dropped open wide in surprise.

***

Charlie needed a couple minutes to get what he needed; mainly, all he needed for his plan was a big stick. Searching under a couple of trees nearby, he hoped that the strange mutt would stick around for the whole thing, otherwise this was just going to be a big waste of time. It's worth it though... he thought, drooling slightly at the thought of the delightful eats waiting inside the store. Finally, under a massive elm, he found what he was looking for, a long, sturdy, and relatively straight stick. Picking it up in his jaws at roughly the midpoint, he swung it around a couple of times experimentally, then decided it was good enough and trotted back towards the store. With a couple of loud barks to tell the wolfdog he was going in, he trotted into the store, stick held at the ready.

That evil old hag was still standing around with her broom, slowly sweeping up the mess the mutt had made when he had tried to enter through the front. However, from some unworldly premonition, she whipped herself around the instant Charlie walked through the door, sagging breasts heaving and swaying across her chest as her face contorted in wrath. Hefting her broom menacingly, she took a threatening step towards Charlie, malicious intent writ clear across her face as she prepared to swing.

Winking at the old crone, Charlie took a step forwards as well, wagging his tail lazily like there was no where else in the world he would rather be. As she swung the broom's hard wooden handle down towards his head, he simply tossed his own head up, swinging the stick clenched between his teeth to meet her swing in mid-air, deflecting it with a flick. Continuing the same fluid motion, he tilted his head and swung forwards, keeping the stick on a downwards arc to connect with a loud crack to the woman's rear end.

Thus began likely the strangest duel ever fought out in all of recorded history; one old woman with a broom versus one young dog with a stick. Back and forth they battled, Charlie beating back her every shot with his well-placed stick, the old lady's face gradually purpling as the effort of the duel took hold. Gradually, Charlie began to push her backwards, one step at a time, never flagging, and never being struck. He just hoped that Balto would be ready to grab the goods! Giving her a little shove, he quickly spat out the stick into his paw for a moment while she was reeling for balance and called out: "I'm bringing her back to you!" Hoping the mutt heard, he shoved the stick back into his muzzle and continued the fight.

***

Now, at that point Balto had been half prepared for the woman to come racing out the back door, peppering his backside with strikes from the broom, so it wasn't her presence that surprised him... More just how she left the building. Broom in hand and face set in a deep scowl, her scrawny arms flailed the broom about, loose skin flapping wildly against her side as she beat at the dog with all her strength. No, not at him... God, it looks like they're having a bloody sword fight! Balto couldn't help but start to laugh at this ridiculous sight, until an errant stick smacked him on the side. Yelping, he remembered his end of the deal and snuck quietly into the store.

Trying to ignore the comedic duelers, he suddenly gasped and ducked off to the side into a small closet as a mob of bakers and assistants rushed out after clashing contestants, hooting with laughter and calling out encouragement to one or the other party. Looking around furtively to ensure that the coast was clear, he snuck down low and crawled into the kitchen, peeping his head around a counter. No one in sight, and the food is mine! Leaping forwards, he placed his paws on the counter and swiped all of the pastries he could see down onto the floor. After a moment, a small basket joined all the food, and in short order all of the food was stuffed into the basket until it was brimming full of baked goodness. Only then did he race out the back door, yelling a muffled "I've got it, let's go!" to the other dog, trying not to lose his jaw's grip upon the handle.

***

As the wolf dog blazed past, Charlie abruptly charged at his opponent, pouncing on her and knocking her over backwards to fall flat on her wrinkly old rear. Landing lightly on top of her, he tossed the stick to a side, then gave her scabrous face a big, slobbery lick, grinning widely. Chuckling and wagging his tail, he said, "You know, I'd love to continue this later but... Dinner awaits! I've had fun!" Then, with a happy bark, he sprang off of her and down the alley after his comrade in arms, racing off down the twilit path towards the delightful wafting aroma of their spoils.

***

Running along at full speed, Balto was amazed to find the shepherd right behind him. He still had the basket clenched in his teeth, so all he did was slow his pace a little (they had left the alleyway behind the restaurant already, so he figured it would be safe) and grin as best he could around the handle in his mouth. The other dog gave him a goofy grin, then wagged his ragged tail lazily, jagged ears flapping in the wind. Opening his long muzzle, the shep called out to Balto, saying, "Hey, are we gonna keep running, or are we going to eat the damn stuff?"

With a grin, Balto slowed down further, and, upon drawing abreast of a small wooded park, he motioned towards it with his head, turning to trot down a small trail towards the copse.

As soon as he was well into the little woods and surrounded on all sides by dense trees, Balto sat down on his haunches with a satisfied sigh, carefully placing the basket of goodies onto the rolling, grass carpeted forest floor. Turning his head, he watched as the other dog trotted slowly into view, tongue lolling out of his mouth as he panted slightly. "Ya know," the shepherd started, "You're not too shabby. Not too shabby at all!" Sticking out his right front paw, he smiled, saying "The name is Charlie B. Barkin, how d'ya do?"

With a returned smile, Balto gratefully clasped the proffered paw in his own, chuckling a little at his strange attitude. "I'm Balto, just Balto," he said, wagging his tail slightly.

Giving a sudden start, Charlie frowned and looked at him closely, then asked, "Are you... The Balto? You know, "Hero of Nome", "Saviour of the Chil'un", and all that jazz?" Seeing Balto's reluctant nod, he grinned again. "Well, that explains why you're so damned fast! Glad to meet ya!" Then, with a sniff and an audible stomach growl, he looked down at the food, asking, "Shall we?"

Balto gave a frown of his own towards the other dog. "You mean you don't care?" he asked incredulously, surprised at Charlie's minimal reaction to hearing his name. At the shepherd's confused stare, he continued, saying "Everywhere I go, dogs treat me different... Partly because I look different, partly because of what I helped to accomplish for the children in Nome... You don't mind?"

With a slow grin, Charlie reluctantly looked away from the food, back to the wolf-dog's face. "Pal, let me tell you somethin'. I don't care if you're part wolf... That much is obvious just to look at you... As long as you're a good guy, that doesn't make a difference. And, well, frankly I don't like to treat people differently because of things they do. Good job, you're a hero! But don't expect me to be rolling out the red carpet for you..." Shaking his head slightly, he continued, saying "I know that sounds rude, and don't get me wrong, I appreciate what you did, but..."

A grateful grin plastered itself across Balto's wolfish muzzle. "I have been hoping to hear those words for such a long time, Charlie! You don't know how bloody annoying it is!" Walking over to the other dog, he gave the mutt's neck a quick nuzzle, burying his nose in the shepherd's surprisingly soft, golden fur. Inhaling deeply, he smelled the other dog's musky, masculine smell, so different from all the other huskies he was used to smelling... The dog smelled almost wild, somehow, there was an almost exotic element to it... With a sudden blush, thankfully hidden under his dark fur, Balto pulled back over to his side of the basket, laying down quickly to hide his suddenly plumping sheath. God, what the hell was that about? he wondered to himself, shaking his head slightly. I must really be missing Jenna, to get excited over a simple greeting...

"Now where do you think you're going?" Charlie asked, walking around to Balto. "We still haven't greeted one another properly... " Nudging at the wolfdog's side, he said "Come on, get up pal... Don't tell me your kind don't do this!"

If anything, having Charlie closer to him had only made him even harder, and his arousal was very obvious to Balto himself; whether or not it would show when he stood up was another matter. At the very least, even if his tip wasn't sticking out, his sheath would be noticeably swollen, with a large bulge at the base. "Shouldn't we eat first?" he asked weakly, trying his best to keep his body clamped firmly to the ground.

Rolling his eyes, Charlie gave him an odd stare. "Come on, I'm hardly a cultured mutt, but even I know it's bad manners not to greet someone... Really, what's the worst that would happen?" He was somewhat confused by the wolfdog's sudden reluctance to stand, but thought he might have an inkling of what was happening.

Groaning inwardly, Balto realized he was cornered. He didn't want to seem like an ungrateful, discourteous lout in front of the dog who had just helped him to snatch food, and he thought that Charlie was the type of dog who wouldn't be offended anyways... He seemed to be the type of dog who would just laugh that sort of thing off, and write it off to a severe case of blue-balls, having gone for so long without his mate. So, he stood up slowly, walking across to Charlie to stand beside the other dog.

"There we go, that's better," Charlie said, sniffing at the wolfdog's wild mane of fur along his neck before slipping his nose under Balto's stomach. The reason for Balto's reluctance was immediately evident; while there was no hint of red peeking from the tip of his furry gray sheath, the entire thing was clearly swollen up, with a noticeable lump at the base where his knot would be. A slow, lazy grin formed on Charlie's face at this sight; perhaps he could get something more than just a good dinner out of his newfound friend before he had to leave. A whole lot more... Charlie thought, drooling slightly inadvertently before reaching out his nose and sniffing gently along the length of Balto's plump sheath. He knew his own sheath must be thickening, but he was fine with it... It might even help to convince Balto!

Cheeks burning with embarrassment, Balto could feel his sheath's swollen girth, and just prayed silently that he wasn't sticking out at all. Leaning down, he gently sniffed along Charlie's shoulder, picking up more of his strangely enticing musk before ducking his own head low between the big dog's powerful haunches to sniff at the partially golden furred, partially bare skinned fleshy tube nestled in there.. If he had thought that Charlie had smelled enticing just from his quick nuzzle, he was now almost intoxicated on the smell. The aroma of his nether regions was like that of the rest of his fur, but so much more... Concentrated... Masculine... It seemed to scream of virile power and sex appeal. Leaning in closer, he let his nose gently brush up against the furred flesh, looking closer at the dog's dark, dangling and sparsely furred balls... And was completely surprised when he felt that the dog's sheath was firm, with a large bulge near his balls. Completely out of his control now, he felt a sudden pulse in his groin, and suddenly his cheeks blazed hotter as he felt the tip of his cock poke out into the open air for Charlie to see.

When Charlie felt Balto's nose nudge up against his sheath, the wolfdog's eager, deep inhaling breaths tickling at his sensitive skin, he chuckled inwardly, grinning lewdly. I've got him... he thought, licking his lips as a bit of red flesh poked its way out from Balto's furred sheath. Now to cement the deal... _With only a moment's consideration, Charlie pressed his muzzle up against the inch or so of red flesh showing lewdly against Balto's light fur, then ran out his tongue and gently licked the tip, inhaling the wolfdog's strong musk. The older dog jumped at the abrupt sensation, but quickly pressed his tip back up against Charlie's waiting tongue. _Oh yeah, hook, line, and sinker.

Sucking in a deep breath, Balto jerked as he felt Charlie's soft, slick muscle slide across his sensitive tip, but with a sudden groan he pushed back against that wonderful tongue, trying to feel that wonderful sensation again. Jenna had never been much of one for oral sex; it had always secretly been a desire of his, but given how she had felt about it he had never pushed it on her. Now, with Charlie's warm, flexible tongue wrapped around his tip he could barely restrain himself from thrusting forwards, loins throbbing as more of his wolfish cock started to present itself to the German Shepherd's eager attentions. Murmuring in bliss, he felt a first little shot of his watery, clear pre come squirting out of the tip; Charlie gave pause at this, but only long enough to lick it up, then he returned to his previous ministrations immediately.

Looking back between the shepherd's thighs, Balto could see that Charlie's own cock was starting to present itself, the pointy, reddish tip poking out through the short golden fur at the end of his sheath. Blushing again, Balto growled passionately as Charlie reached up with a paw and gently pulled his sheath back, exposing his growing wolf-hood to the chill evening air. For a moment all sensation left his cock, but then with delight he felt Charlie take his entire growing cock deep into his muzzle, eagerly lapping up any spare shots of pre he released. Wow, if only Jenna could see me now... he thought, chuckling a little bit. Getting sucked off by another male, of all dogs! He could see even more of Charlie's rod extending itself now from its furry hiding place, pale reddish-pink in colour along the shaft, with the occasional cluster of blood vessels disturbing its otherwise uniform hue. Judging by the amount that Charlie's sheath had pulled back, Balto guessed that about a quarter of his cock was out right now. You know... That actually doesn't look so bad! Balto thought in surprise to himself. He had never before thought of males in any sexual light before... But now, with one presented right in front of him... Oh well, you only live once!

Now it was Charlie's turn to groan in surprise as a warm, wet tongue started lapping at his own growing member. Heh heh, we have a winner! he thought to himself with a chuckle, slurping at Balto's growing cock. He himself was not exactly a stranger to these sorts of pleasures; living on the streets, one grew used to the damndest things, and one could even grow to enjoy them! His first experience had been with a dog passing through town; he had been one of the strangest dogs that Charlie had ever seen, and that was what attracted his attention first. He had been a lean dog of indeterminate breed, but clearly had an element of strength and power to him, coupled with a soft, graceful way of walking. His head had been held high, tail out straight behind him like a flag, wagging slightly as he had jounced along the path. Shaggy, russet fur had covered his top, whereas a soft, tan fur had carpeted his lower body. There were a couple of strange, white patches over his eyes too... Charlie remembered.

Anyways, Charlie had gone and introduced himself to the stranger, as he had looked a little lost in the hustle and bustle of the busy city. Bandit was his name... the shepherd thought to himself, grinning slightly. Oh yes... I remember now! That night had been his first of many such experiences with the friendly mutt, and although he had long since moved along from New Orleans, Charlie still had many the pleasant dream about him. With a start, Charlie suddenly realized that was the reason he had felt a connection with the wolfdog before him before he had ever said a word to him... He reminds me of Bandit! And in that case, let's see whether he, heh, measures up!

Pulling back for a moment, Charlie let Balto's long, ever-growing member flop out of his mouth, admiring its throbbing length in the failing light. As it was then, Charlie estimated it at least 6, 7 inches in length, a good 1.5 to 2 inches in girth, but this wasn't a good estimate, as it was still growing. This reminded him very much of Bandit; he figured he was in for some fun that night! Still growing... And spurting... Damn, look at what I missed! Charlie thought to himself, seeing the pattern of pre which had drooled forth from Balto's growing member to spray onto the forest floor. Lining the long, pulsing reddish tool back up to his muzzle with his tongue, he felt a shot of pre spray directly along his tongue and gently swirled it around his muzzle a moment before pushing forwards again and engulfing as much of Balto's cock as possible. Again, Balto's delicious, wild, tangy flavour filled his mouth, making him drool heavily and slurp hard on the wolf's throbbing meat, trying to coax every bit of essence from the wolf as he could. Moaning around his mouthful of wolf meat, his hips bucked involuntarily as Balto's wolfish muzzle swallowed half of his cock in one go, tentatively massaging the length with his tongue. Groaning, he felt Balto gently pushing back the rest of Charlie's sheath with his lips, locking the sleeve of skin behind Charlie's expanding knot as the tip of his cock disappeared down Balto's throat, squirting eager shots of precum.

Pushing his muzzle forwards, Balto quickly adapted to his new situation as Charlie's hot, jerking cock lay heavily on his tongue, occasionally propelled forwards by an errant thrust of Charlie's hips as it squirted delicious fluids directly down Balto's throat. At first, he had felt hesitant about sucking on another male's penis; he had always thought of himself only as a straight mutt before, but the smell, taste, and feel of having a hard cock throbbing and squirting in one's own muzzle quickly changed his mind. From the first shot of pre he was hooked; the taste was alluring, a salty, musky flavour overlaid with a delicious sweetness, the likes of which he had never tasted before. Now he hungered for it, pushing his muzzle forwards and pulling back Charlie's tight-fitting sheath over his member to lock it into place behind the mutt's ever-expanding lump, nose almost brushing up against Charlie's heavy, dangling balls. Sucking hard, he gradually refined his technique, seeing what made Charlie pant harder, and then applying it again and again, swirling his tongue around the base of the shepherd's swelling knot while the tip and first inch or so of the reddish rod passed down into his throat.

Like Balto, for Charlie it had been a long time since he had gotten his nut off; he simply hadn't had an opportunity like this present itself to him (literally) in a while, and somehow, pawing just didn't have the same savour. So, it wasn't long into Balto's gentle but insistent ministrations upon his rod that he began to feel that slow climb in pleasure, which could only be leading to one thing. His heart rate quickened even more, and he began to pant lustfully around Balto's massive cock, nose nearly pressed into the wolfdog's soft underbelly fur. Reaching up with a paw, he gently fondled at Balto's hanging, tantalizing testicles, feeling the weight contained in each one, and revelling in the feeling of having them pulse in synchronization with the heavy cock in his muzzle. You had better have enough for one more after this one, wolfy! Charlie thought to himself, giving them a gentle squeeze, just enough to give Balto a pleasurable gasp and reward him with a nice gob of pre.

Gasping at the unexpected but wonderful pressure on his balls, Balto sucked even harder down on Charlie's prodigious red member, tightening his lips down on the length as he swirled his tongue around on the tip. It's much better to only take part in your muzzle, Balto thought to himself semi-coherently, You can taste it so much better! Swallowing the mouthful of pre which was drooling in an almost uninterrupted stream from Charlie's pointy rod, he began to thrust his hips, pleasure mounting to almost unbearable levels. I can't keep this up for much longer... he thought, trying to restrain his hips but only managing to keep from jackhammering away at Charlie's face, and only just barely at that. Lifting up his hind leg by Charlie's head to give the mutt better access, he murred again. He could feel his knot beginning to explode in girth, and knew it wouldn't be long now. However, he knew he was doing something right when he felt Charlie begin to pound away at his face too, a hind paw lifting in imitation. Balto gagged slightly as the pointy tip jabbed against the back of his throat. The powerful squirts of pre became even stronger now into Balto's muzzle, splattering against the back of his throat to drain back into his muzzle. With every thrust, Charlie's gigantic knot began to press up against Balto's lips and teeth, and at the same time he felt a light slap on the underside of his jaw as Charlie's full balls slapped against him. Giving in now, he gave up on restraining himself and began to hammer away without mercy at Charlie's muzzle, pleasure mounting higher and higher as he spiralled towards the ultimate bliss.

With a loud, panted murr, Charlie braced himself under Balto's powerful thrusts, letting Balto have his way with his muzzle. He had secretly always loved the feeling; knowing that another has trusted you in such a way with their most valuable of possessions always gave him a little thrill. However, all conscious thought was starting to fade away now as the thrill of near-orgasm started to set in; moaning and growling loudly, he fucked back at Balto's muzzle with all the force he could muster, hammering his cock in and out of that warm, moist cavern over and over again as his balls began to draw tight to his body. Looking up, he could see Balto's balls tightening up as well, and could feel them drawing closer to his body, and knew that the wolfdog was about to shoot off his load into his muzzle. Come on... Together! Charlie thought vehemently to himself, hoping to fire off simultaneously to the hot mutt. It had only happened a couple of times for Charlie himself in all his years, but when it had, it had been something to remember!

Suddenly, with a stifled yelp, Charlie felt his knot balloon outwards in size, slamming up against Balto's lips, and with a muffled howl he finally exploded into orgasm, pleasure blasting through his body as he felt his first shots of true cum burst forth from the tip of his cock. Evidently, having his muzzle suddenly filled with Charlie's creamy white spunk was too much for Balto, and with a howl of his own buzzing along Charlie's cock he came hard, wolf hybrid jizz spattering all across the back of Charlie's throat before beginning to fill up his mouth. Vaguely, through the haze of orgasm, Charlie could see Balto's balls jumping and twitching along with his throbbing cock at each squirt, and before three squirts were out his mouth was overflowing. He swallowed as best he could, loving the tangy, salty-sweet taste flooding his taste buds, but there was simply too much and it started to drip out from the corners of his muzzle in small rivulets.

Balto felt almost overwhelmed by the heavenly sensations coursing through his every nerve. The rich, salty taste of Charlie's essence filled his mouth, suffusing his taste buds and coursing down the sides of his neck in streams, despite how much he swallowed. He could feel every pulse, every twitch, every squirt that the mutt's beautiful rod made on his tongue, emptying his heavy testicles directly into the wolfdog's mouth. Gasping and moaning at the incredible pleasure, Balto's hips gave a few little twitches then stood still, one leg still hanging in the air over Charlie's head, half drooping upon it and relying on Charlie's head for support. He could barely move; he could barely breath; his whole world had become one of absolute pleasure, the ambrosial taste of Charlie's seed in his mouth, and the heavenly sensations rocketing through his body from his cock.

Finally, Charlie began to come down off of one of the most powerful orgasms he had ever experienced, heart-rate slowing down as his hips came to a rest, hovering hind leg falling back down to Earth and jostling Balto's still-suckling mouth away from his spent cock. Reaching up, he squeezed Balto tight behind the knot with a paw, coaxing out any last bit of pleasure he could from his friend, and then he reluctantly pulled away entirely, letting Balto's drenched member to hang loosely in the cool air. With a loud sigh, the wolfdog collapsed to all fours, flopping over onto his side so that his cock was laying flush against the ground. Even spent, it was still one of the most beautiful and arousing things Charlie had ever seen, and he figured Bandit would definitely approve.

Laying down before Balto, he stretched out slightly, flopping over onto his side so that Balto had a clear view of his still-pulsing cock, still dripping with clear fluids and Balto's saliva. So what if I'm an exhibitionist... Who cares? Charlie thought, eyeing Balto speculatively. I definitely don't think he does... he chuckled, as the wolfdog licked his lips. "Have fun?" he asked demurely, leaning over to clean up his cock. He chuckled again as he saw Balto's eyes following every stroke of his tongue, but soon the wolfdog did the same, and within a couple minutes of companionable silence, broken only by the wet lapping of their tongues upon smooth flesh, both of their members had retreated back into their respective furry sheaths.

Suddenly, Balto broke the silence with a quiet chuckle, which grew by increments until he had his head back, howling with laughter. Charlie looked at him inquisitively, but he could barely breathe, let alone talk, so he simply shook his head slightly and waited until his wild gusts of laughter had abated slightly. "Do you..." he choked out, struggling around the laughter, "Know what we just did?" At Charlie's confused nod, he continued, saying "God, if only Jenna knew..." before sailing off into laughter again. He couldn't tell Charlie what he meant; he only knew that Jenna would have been laughing just as hard as he was, and then demanded a repeat performance so that she could watch. Now he was wondering whether he could arrange another "meeting" of this sort with Kaltag, for her to watch...

Chuckling along with the wolfdog's merriment, Charlie gave his eyes a loony roll. He had no idea what Balto was going on about, but his laughter was infectious, and soon he was rolling on his back, laughing along with Balto until tears were leaking from the corners of his eyes. The whole situation just seemed entirely ridiculous, thinking back on it... I mean, I had a bloody duel with the bitch! Charlie thought to himself, howling with laughter. This'll be one to tell the grandpups about, methinks... Blushing slightly, he amended that thought, Well, at least the duel part...Heh I don't think they'd want to hear about... Later...

Finally, their laughter began to dry up, and both managed to get themselves under control enough to roll back onto their stomachs and crack open the food basket. Burying their faces in the food, suddenly neither of them felt as hungry as they had before... Between the delicious baking and the deluges of jizz swallowed by both, their stomachs were full in no time. "We'll save the rest for later, eh?" Balto asked, pushing away the basket with his paw and wiping his muzzle. "I'm so stuffed I couldn't eat another wafer thin bite..."

Giggling slightly again, he looked at Charlie with a dawning affection in his eyes. "Thank you..." he said, blushing furiously all the while. What they had just done together, by everything he had grown up knowing, was about the weirdest thing possible, and totally socially wrong... But it sure hadn't felt wrong. Walking around to Charlie, he gave his neck a quick nuzzle, laying down beside the mutt. This was the only dog he had ever met on his cross-country travels who had treated him as another dog, not an outsider or a celebrity, and he was grateful for it. More than that, the dog had helped him when he needed help, and had in turn shared a blissful experience with him that Balto was sure he would never forget.

Gazing back into Balto's wide, golden eyes, Charlie felt a growing affection towards the strange, half-wild dog before him. Sure, their relationship would last naught but a day or two at most, but he wanted to make the absolute best of it as he could. Leaning forwards, he gently planted a kiss on Balto's lips, and when Balto had gotten over his surprise he responded in kind. Lips parting slightly, their tongues met between them, and then surged into each others' muzzles, tasting and exploring everything the other had to offer. They could taste the food they had just eaten, they could taste their recently ingested, mutually exchanged seed, and their fragrant saliva mixed in between their muzzles to form a delicious composite. Putting their passions wholeheartedly into the deep kiss, both could feel the rekindling of fires in their loins, and soon enough they had slipped part way from their sheaths, musk thickening the cool, still air once again.

As they broke the deep kiss at last, looking lingeringly into one another's eyes, they both shared an understanding smile. They both knew that, despite how short their affairs here might be together, they would keep these memories for the rest of their lives. "You know, for someone I just met... I think I kinda love you, you crazy mutt!" Balto murmured passionately, licking the shepherd across the muzzle. With a blush, he knew how sudden this statement was, and how random, but from the bright gleam in Charlie's eyes he knew he hadn't struck out.

With an odd cough, as though it were something hard to say for the shepherd, he nodded and wagged his tail slightly, saying: "I think I love you too, pal." They stood there a moment longer, just gazing into one another's eyes, until finally Balto broke the spell, doing something which surprised Charlie just as much as it surprised Balto for thinking of it.

Turning around, Balto raised his tail in the air and rolled his hips down into a half-squatting position, exposing his tightly clamped tailhole to the shepherd for the first time. Looking back at Charlie, Balto felt a slight sense of nervousness, but it evaporated when he saw the shepherd's kind face. He knew that this beautiful dog would never do anything to hurt him, just by the look in his eyes. Chuckling, he smirked at Charlie's bewildered expression. "Oh come on, I can tell you've done this before, don't play coy with me!" he exclaimed, waggling his hips slowly back and forth before the mutt's face. "You know exactly what this means, pal!"

A coy smile spreading slowly across his muzzle, Charlie got up to his paws, stretching quickly before walking up behind the dog's raised tail. Looking around Balto's lowered hips, Charlie gave him a quick, questioning look. "You sure 'bout this? You look like... Well, kinda a virgin down there..."

With a chuckle, Balto nodded back at the mutt, licking his lips. "Trust me, I know! God, I can't believe I'm even doing this..." he said, putting on a horrified tone for effect. At Charlie's sudden step back, though, he quickly shook his head vehemently, saying: "I'm kidding, I'm kidding! Please, be my guest!" Waggling his hips again, he nodded, looking almost painfully aroused. "Do it, please! I... I don't know why, but all I can think about right now is... Well..." Trailing off, he waggled his hips again, raising his tail higher. "You know."

Licking his lips, Charlie gave a rough, bawdy laugh, nodding and saying: "Heh, yeah, you know, I think I do..." With that, he walked back up to Balto and stuck his nose under the wolfdog's bushy tail, pressing his snout onto his hot, tight tailhole, breathing in deeply. The musky ring of flesh was clean and pink, and still very tightly clamped shut. Heh well this'll be a challenge... Charlie thought, sniffing at it closer. Letting his tongue slide out of his mouth, he tentatively lapped across the surface, chuckling as he felt the muscular ring contract at his soft touch.

Groaning in entirely unexpected bliss, Balto's tongue dropped out of his mouth as he started panting heavily. This was a thing he could have never asked Jenna do to him... He'd never even thought of it, truthfully... But to feel it, to experience all that was happening, was just an amazing thing. He could feel his sheath plumping up once again, and felt the pointy tip of his cock poke out into the cool air once again. Despite how recent his last orgasm had been, given that he had gone for months without even a quick paw, he was ready once again, and thought he could just keep going and going. Murring, he pressed back against Charlie's strong, smooth muscle, loving the feeling.

Charlie chuckled at the wolf hybrid's reaction, remembering the first time that Bandit had done the very same thing for him. It was a heavenly sensation, and even if he had never been too big a fan of the taste, it was more than worth it just to see the reaction he could elicit from the other dog. Lapping stronger at the tight pucker, he bunched his tongue up and pressed against the middle, and slowly the tip of his tongue slipped in to Balto's tight, musky hole. The hot tunnel within squeezed against his tongue as Balto yipped from the sudden pleasure, rhythmically contracting as he pushed in deeper and deeper. And then he found what he was looking for.

With a sudden, high-pitched gasp, Balto jolted as Charlie's tongue hit something deep within him. Even the slight touch was enough to cause a sudden jolt of pleasure to course through his body, like his ass had been struck with a bolt of orgasmic lightning. "Oh my god!" he whispered to himself, pushing back harder against Charlie's probing tongue. He could hear Charlie chuckle, and then the tongue was back, assaulting that pleasure point again and again. The wolfdog's cock started to extend itself quickly from its erstwhile hiding spot, spurting streams of clear pre again and again on the ground with every touch of Charlie's wonderful tongue. He could even feel his knot beginning to form... But then Charlie slowly withdrew his tongue. Balto almost could have cried.

Giving Balto's tailhole a last quick lick, Charlie moved his attentions lower between Balto's legs, lapping at Balto's heavy, low-hanging orbs before giving his cock a quick lick from base to tip. "Now now, we can't have you spurting already... I've got more planned for this big guy soon!" Charlie exclaimed, pulling his head back entirely. At Balto's questioning glance, he simply grinned. "You'll see! Now, are you ready for the main event, big guy?" The wolfdog's happy sigh and fervent nod were all he needed.

Charlie pounced up, curling his front paws around Balto's hips as he sidled his own half-exposed doghood nearer and nearer to the wolfdog's glistening tailhole. Gliding his hips closer, he gasped slightly as the sensitive tip of his cock poked up against Balto's slick, smooth pucker, and felt a little squirt of pre shoot out onto the pink ring of flesh. Moving his hips closer, he gently rubbed the pre in to the hole, trying to lube the wolfdog up as best he could before going at it. "You ready, kid?" he asked, looking down at the wolf's slightly lowered head. Balto gave a quick, tight nod, as if he didn't trust himself to speak at that moment, but it was all the confirmation he needed.

Up until this point, Balto had been kept in blissful anticipation, coloured slightly by a shade of fear, but when Charlie leapt on him the fear part of him strove to take over. I'm about to be fucked up the ass! a part of him cried out, conjuring up thoughts of pigs spitted on sticks, or of the thought of tearing, rending over-stressed flesh. Yes you are, now shut up and take it! You bloody asked for it! called the other side of his brain. The touch of Charlie's cock to his tailhole almost made him run away; but somehow he managed to hold his position, going against every instinct in his body. When asked, he merely nodded his head slightly and curled his paws, digging his claws into the ground. He would not run away! He would stay here and take it like a wol...

*Oh my god... He's really in me! He really is! Balto thought to himself wonderingly, and then felt his own cock twitch again as the sheer eroticism of the situation began to work over him. Twisting his head around, he looked back up at the shepherd waiting on his back and gave him a smile, nodding. *

With a grin, Charlie gently pushed his hips forwards again, sliding his slick, pre-covered rod slowly in deeper into the wolfdog's clenching, hot, and ever-so-tight innards. No matter how many times he did this, he could never get over just how damned good it felt, especially with someone so tight as the mutt under him. Tongue lolling out of his mouth, he groaned at the clamping pressure upon his naked rod before shoving it in deeper, until about half was buried deep within the wolfdog's bowels. Pausing for a moment, he checked on the dog below him, but saw that he was panting as hard as he was, no grimace twisting his features. Reaching below Balto's belly, Charlie groped around for his cock, and found it, bobbing out at full length from his sheath. He's takin' it like a pro, Charlie thought jokingly, pushing more and more. The wolfdog gasped; clearly, his cock must be pressed up hard against the mutt's prostate. Chuckling again, Charlie thrust hard, and with a slick sliding sound, he hilted himself deep within the wolfdog, right up to the flared bulb of his knot.

The first inch or two of Charlie's rod was slightly uncomfortable for Balto, after he had gotten over the initial pain, but then, like before, his cock began to press against that hitherto unknown pleasure centre, deep in his bowels, and Balto couldn't help but groan loudly as the pleasure wracked his body. His own cock was long since free of his sheath, and he felt Charlie groping him gently before returning his attention to the wolf hybrid's ass. As more and more of the shepherd's cock slid into his tight passages, Balto shivered and moaned again as the slick length pressed hard, the increased width making the movement even tighter. His own tongue lolling out of his muzzle, he felt a little string of drool hanging from a corner but didn't care; his eyes were slightly glazed over from the incredible pleasure. He growled slightly, his dormant wolfish side expressing itself slightly, but pressed back hard against the adamantine rod drilled deep within him.

Drool hanging off the tip of his tongue, Charlie winched his hips backwards slowly, barely able to stifle a lewd groan as the tight walls of Balto's passages clenched down on him. His cock was fully erect by now, knot thankfully outside of the sheath, and as he pulled back he shivered slightly at the cool sensation of air on the naked flesh, so recently ensheathed within Balto's bowels. Savouring the moment, he sniffed at the air, drinking in the heavy musk hanging around them, and savouring the impatient and desirous look upon the wolfdog's face as he looked back questioningly. Oh, it's coming pal! he thought, wagging his tail. Finally then, he plunged his hips forwards, within an instant sinking himself deep up to the knot back in Balto.

Now, he began to set up a steady, fast rhythm, pounding himself deep into the wolf hybrid's lasciviously upraised rear. In and out, in and out, in fast succession, and on each thrust he felt his balls lightly slap against Balto's own, carried on by the momentum of his frantic bucking. Groaning, he pulled himself higher up onto Balto's back, sidling his hind end even closer before continuing his frenetic humping. The pleasure coursing through his body was almost constant now; there was no end to the sensations surrounding his throbbing member. Balto's bowels were not loosening up their tenacious grip upon his cock, even after he had been screwing him silly for a while already, and they showed no signs of letting up anytime soon. Barely capable of conscious thought at this point, pleasure building, he reached down below Balto's stomach again, and felt just how swollen the wolf's massive knot was already. At this pace he won't last another minute! Charlie thought... Then murred and shivered as a massive wave of pleasure wracked him. Hell, I won't either!

Balto's mind was almost a blank now, just a constant blaze of bright, orgasmic rapture. His own cock was bobbing hard and red between his thighs, swinging back and forth wildly upon each of Charlie's thrusts and his counter-thrusts, spraying clear lines of pre every which way. Looking between his front legs, he ducked his head down as far as it could go, staring back with something like wonder at the German shepherd mix's heavy balls slapping up against his own, a bright flash of red revealing itself between thrusts only to be buried away back into Balto's ass once again. Every thrust renewed and elevated the pleasure to entirely new heights which he had never experienced before, and it was not long before he could feel his balls beginning to tighten up as that warm, tingling sensation built up within them. It wouldn't be long now! Closing his eyes, Balto rode out the pleasure, feeling it getting higher, higher, and... Why the hell did he stop?!

Eyes flinging open, Balto flung his head around, staring at Charlie. He would have felt it if the mutt had sprayed his load deep within his bowels; no, that wasn't it. Raising an indignant eyebrow, Balto tilted his head to the side, head clearing slightly from the absence a rigid rod pounding against his prostate. "What gives? Why did you stop? I was so damned close!" Balto exclaimed irritatedly, pushing back against Charlie's still-throbbing member, trying to get more than just the tip back inside of him. However, at Charlie's little half-mocking head shake he stopped, then just stared at the dog curiously as he dismounted Balto, leaving the last couple inches of his cock still in Balto's tailhole. Confusion turned to incredulity at Charlie's next request... "You want... What?" Balto asked, tilting his head again.

Rolling his eyes, Charlie said it again. "I want you to push your cock back, between your legs! Is that so hard? Or are you not big enough?" he asked, chuckling slightly. He knew exactly how big the wolf was, and that was why he was looking forwards to this next part so much!

With a returned eye roll, Balto shook his head in bewilderment before reaching back to do as Charlie asked. Taking his member in his paw, he moaned slightly; the pleasure had receded, yes, but his rod was still amazingly sensitive to touch, and even the light brush of his paw pads felt almost enough to set him off. However, he managed it okay, with nothing more than a shot of pre issued from the tip. Angling it backwards, he flipped it around so that it shoved his balls to one side, poking out straight behind him.

"Just a little bit higher!"

Grumbling, Balto pushed his cock higher, angling it upwards further.

"You got it!"

Murring as he felt the other dog's soft paw pads take hold of his throbbing shaft, Balto was entirely unprepared for what came next.

With a lustful grin, Charlie angled the wolfdog's long, hard member upwards, towards his own tailhole. Smirking, he angled his own hips down, and grunted as he felt the steely rod rub up against his own, still wedged deep in Balto. The still-squirting wolf-hybrid member was slick in his paws, slippery lupine pre-jizz coating the length and spraying out from the tip in little jets. Finally, he managed to position it against his tailhole after a little impatient poking around, and with a grunt he pushed hard back against it, impaling himself upon the first couple of inches of hot, throbbing wolf meat.

Both gasped simultaneously, the feeling of the penetration shocking their systems as Charlie's own tight, clenching innards took ahold of the pulsing wolf cock. Balto felt like he almost blacked out at the sensation; it was just so powerful that he could barely even stay conscious. Bucking backwards inadvertently, he drove both his and Charlie's cock deep into their respective holes, moaning at the added sensation of the naked rods pressed up, so tight against one another.

Groaning at the deep double penetration, Charlie pushed his own hips back, straining his cock against Balto's until it felt like his rod was about to be torn out of his sheath. Knotting was definitely out of the question... But, then again, given how tight Balto was, that probably wouldn't have worked, and anyways, this was so much more... Filling. He loved being on the receiving end of a cock as much as he loved being the one to give it, and being able to do both at once was the best feeling in the world. If I ever see Bandit again, I've really gotta thank him for this... Charlie thought to himself, moaning as his seldom-used passages were stretched wide open upon Balto's thick rod. This had been one of the last things that he had experienced with Bandit, and definitely one of the best. He hadn't been able to find a dog to try it with after then, but Balto was perfect... Basically the same size as he himself was, and willing!

Panting in ecstasy, Balto's front paws seemed to give way, dropping him down to his elbows. He couldn't trust himself to do the thrusting, he felt like his hind legs would collapse too if he tried, so he let Charlie happily pound away with both of their cocks. His balls were burning with pent up cum, and the pleasure wracking his body was so great that he felt like he was being struck by lightning. Again and again, he could feel Charlie's long, pointy cock stabbing hard into his prostate gland, unknown to him until that night, and again and again he could feel his own cock digging deep into Charlie's innards, balls meeting on every back thrust.

Thrusting back with abandon, Charlie clenched ever tighter on the hard, throbbing length buried in his bottom, balls drawing up and burning with the desire to sow his seed deep in his mate. Heh, not that any pups will come of this one, I think... Turning his head back, he saw the wolfdog's blushing, panting face, twisted up into a cute half-smile, half-grimace of exquisite bliss. "Hey pal..." Charlie gasped out between thrusts, grunting the whole time, "I think I'm gonna... I'm not going to last much longer..."

Opening his eyes, Balto looked back at the beautiful, drooling face behind him and nodded, eyes shining with ecstasy. "Me too, sexy..." Beginning to thrust backwards, timed with the shepherd's thrusts, he moaned and murred, growling slightly as his balls smacked again and again into Charlie's big, golden-furred orbs. That pleasure was reaching a peak, he could feel it, and suddenly it all became too much. Raising his furry muzzle to the sky, he let out a high howl of pleasure and release, and finally began squirting his true cum deep within the shepherd's bowels. At the same time, he heard Charlie growl and yelp in a strange way, then he felt the hot jets of jizz spurting from Charlie's cock begin to erupt into his own tight passages.

As Balto came, his already tight passages constricted even more, clenching rhythmically to the beat of the wolfdog's orgasm. This additional tightness was more than Charlie could handle, and with a growling yelp he let loose, painting Balto's innards white with his long, powerful jets of canine jizzum. Head forwards, he let his tongue droop out of his muzzle as he pushed back one final time, driving both rods as deep as possible before stopping, completely paralyzed by the sensations.

Howl dying away, Balto collapsed back to the ground, turning his head slightly so that he could see his mate. The big shepherd was looking away, but even without eye contact Balto could feel the love radiating from him with every hot spurt in his bowels. Tongue dropping out again, he felt drool roll down his muzzle, falling to the leafy floor beneath him, but found that he couldn't care less as his long orgasm carried on.

Eventually, like everything else, all good things must come to an end, even orgasms. Balto and Charlie both slowly fell away from their orgasmic peak and collapsed to the forest floor at the same time, completely spent. From their stretched and abused holes popped out their other's cock, shortly followed by a rush of heady semen. Cocks stretched out behind them, drooling slowly onto the ground, the two stayed in that position for a moment, trying to regain some strength, and when they finally could trust their legs again they slowly stood, stretching their sore muscles before turning to one another. Walking forwards on unstable legs, Balto took Charlie's muzzle into a deep, passionate kiss, tongues wrestling between them as their cocks slowly softened. Balto stared Charlie straight in his jovial brown eyes, and found the love he felt reflected back in their shining depths.

After a quick, mutual tongue cleaning, their cocks returned to their furry sheaths. They both knew that they were burnt out for the night, and that Balto would have to leave soon enough if he didn't want to be left behind in New Orleans forever; despite what he felt for the shepherd he knew that in his heart it was Jenna who must come first, she who was in all likelihood bearing his puppies at that very moment! However, he felt that the least he could do would be to spend the rest of the night with this beautiful dog before him, he who had awoken the strangest feelings deep within him. And so they lay down together, cuddling in the chilly air, and talking of nonsensical things and whimsies, whatever struck their fancy. Night slowly faded away as they talked, hour by hour, until finally the first vestiges of dawn's early light began to shine through the trees overhead. Bats made their final, circling flights across the forest and then darted away, disappearing back into their dark lairs. Birds began to rustle their wings, and all around were the sounds of a forest waking up.

Balto noticed these changes with a heavy heart, for he knew that he had to be going very soon lest he be stuck in New Orleans forever. Not that it would be such a bad thing... he thought to himself, looking over the sexy shepherd beside him with a loving eye. However, in his heart he felt a twisting, and with a torn heart he found himself thinking of that beautiful husky bitch he had left behind in Nome. He knew that he was promised to her, and he loved her with all his soul. Leaving Charlie though, even after only a single night together, would be the most painful thing he had ever had to do.

Unhappily shrugging himself slowly out of Charlie's warm embrace, Balto sat up to his haunches, shivering in the gelid winds whistling through the trees. For a moment neither of them said anything; what was there to say? Looking away for a moment, Balto paused to collect himself, then looked back at the beautiful dog before him, eyes locking onto those dark, deep orbs set in the other's face.

Taking Balto's glance away as an opportunity to steel himself, Charlie gave the wolfdog a tremulous grin, eyes misting slightly. Blinking furiously, he shook his head slightly and walled back in his sorrow behind his usual cocky demeanour. By the time Balto had looked back to him he was composed again, at least on the surface; inside he was writhing with sadness and loss, but he knew that nothing he could say or do could make Balto stay, and even if he did, the wolfdog could never forgive himself for abandoning Jenna. So, pasting a silly grin upon his face as he was wont to do, he simply nodded and licked the wolf's black nosepad, chuckling slightly. "You've gotta go, I know," he said, smiling through the pain. "I just hope that..." Pausing for a moment, he swallowed around the hard lump forming in his throat. "I hope that you enjoyed yourself, is all."

With a bittersweet laugh, Balto licked the shepherd back, smiling gently at his newfound friend and lover. "I wouldn't have traded it for the world, Charlie. I..." Trailing off, he too felt his eyes misting slightly. "I..." he said again, voice trembling uncertainly.

Shaking his head, Charlie gently gestured back towards the path. "Don't say it, pal, it'll only make things harder... Your place is with your friends, with your Jenna. Not me..." Tail drooping slightly, he gave the wolfdog a loving nuzzle. "I will never forget you, though, I promise you that." Ears perking up slightly, he gave a little laugh. "If I ever happen to be passing through your little hamlet, would ya mind a little extra company?" he asked, torn between joking and seriousness.

Emphatically nodding, Balto exclaimed: "Of course, Charlie! Any time at all! I'd love that!" Looking back towards the path, he shivered again. "I'm so sorry that I have to leave already..." Glancing around, he looked for something, anything which might allow him to stay even one more minute with the sexy, sweet shepherd before him. Then his eyes alighted on the basket, half full of semi-drenched pastries. "Food!" he exclaimed, wagging his tail quickly. Blushing, he shook his head slightly, waving off his last outburst. "I mean, would you care for some food before I hit the road?"

Charlie only nodded, grateful for the extra time with the wolf. So, for the very last time they both dug in together, savouring each morsel like it were their last. Their own unique flavours had blended in with that of the bread, sprayed upon the food during the previous night's frivolities, and so with every bite they were reminded happily of what they had done.

It was with a heavy heart that Balto and Charlie went back into the basket and found only a single croissant left. Before he could blink a little tear trickled out of the corner of Balto's eye, falling to the basket. "Do you...?" he asked dejectedly, glancing at the mutt beside him.

"Nah, you got them, you have it." Seeing Balto's reluctance, he rolled his eyes. "Look pal, you've got way farther to go than me today; have it! As a... A last gift from me to you!" he exclaimed, chuckling. Charlie gently pushed the bread over towards him.

Gingerly taking the proffered pastry in his muzzle, Balto bit down hard... And was naturally quite surprised when it crunched! Groaning, he grimaced and spat it all back out, splattering half-chewed bread chunks across the basket.

"Ya know..." Charlie said, a bright light dancing in his eyes, "Bread ain't supposed to do that, Balto. There must be..." he trailed off, poking around hesitantly in the mass of slavered-on bread. Suddenly, he felt something hard under the bread, and with a claw he pried it up.

And started to laugh.

Giggling hysterically, Charlie fell over backwards, rolling on the forest floor with heaving sides. "Oh god... We got her... Her... Look!" he choked out finally between gales of laughter.

When Balto looked, he was confused for a moment... It was nothing but a piece of porcelain... And then he noticed exactly what shape it was, and he too keeled over, laughing hysterically. Oh yeah, we got her good... he thought to himself, roaring with mirth.

For there, in the half mulched bread, were the old woman's dentures.

The End.