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Mountain Pass

It's so cold up here. You thought that springtime in the Alps was supposed to be green and refreshing, but the thin coat of snow has turned everything into an identical white morass. Huddling next to a large pile of jagged rocks that shield you from the worst of the harrowing gusts, you hope that someone, anyone will find you soon. Your stomach growls, it's been over a day since you ate, and your water ran out a long time ago. Eating snow just made your mouth turn numb, and your fingertips are starting to turn a pale ugly gray that you can barely feel.

It's faint at first, but you can hear it, a distinct jingling coming closer. Gathering up what remains of your strength you call out for help in every language you know, coughing and wheezing in between. Whatever it is, it's coming closer. Thank god.

You pull back in surprise, smacking your head against the solid stone behind you as the animal rounds the corner. It's huge; probably big enough to come up to your chest at its massive shoulder, sporting a huge loose jowled face that pants as it pads energetically up to you. Its fur is a patched mix of brown and a soft white that blends into the snow. A deep booming woof emerges from its loose lipped mouth as it sniffs its way towards you boisterously.

It seems like something that belongs in an old cartoon: a dog with a small casket around its neck marked with a red cross. The St. Bernard sits in front of you with a whumph, whining as he turns in a circle and woofs again, as if he wants you to follow.

It's no use. You push yourself up to your legs, but shaking as badly as they are, you fall to the cold earth in a defeated tangle of limbs and tears. The warm lapping interrupts your own despair as the dog prods you with its massive nose, washing the tears from your eyes in broad strokes. You sniff. Well, if you're going to die stuck up here, you sure as hell aren't going to do it sober.

The dog leans in obediently as you put your lips to the brass tap on the cask. They freeze to the chilled metal for a second before what's left of your body heat unsticks them. You awkwardly paw at the spigot lever, numb hands clawing at it for a moment before a rush of burning hot musky liquid runs down your throat. Your eyes squeeze shut as you gulp down more oddly dusky flavored brandy. The liquid fire lights up your senses and lets you feel your fingers again. You know that it's not going to help you get any warmer in reality, but you certainly feel better. If nothing else, you won't give the accursed mountain the satisfaction if you die from alcohol poisoning first.

With a gasp, you fall back, snowy world spinning as you pant and the last few amber drops spill out on to the white snow. Your insides fairly glow with the sensation of the brandy wine simmering through your veins. Beyond providing comfort, it makes your body feel hot, almost too much so as your clothes begin to itch oddly.

Leaning in, the massive loose skinned face of the St. Bernard pushes forward and begins to lap with sloppy strokes across your face. His mouth is so warm, even if it smells of wet dog. You close your eyes as the most inappropriate thing escapes your mouth. A giggle.

Here you are drunk and freezing to death, and the only thing left to watch is this huge dumb dog with slobbery lips licking across your face, focusing more and more around your mouth until, with a wet hot slip, the massive canine tongue slides into your surprised mouth. Is it wrong for the massive flexible organ to feel so good inside of your maw? Well, if this is the way you're going to go out then you might as well enjoy it. . .

You lean forward, lapping past the massive animal's pointed teeth as it growls and rumbles happily. Your mouth feels funny, like the opposite of numb; a hyper-aware sensation as your lips begin to stretch and darken loosely, jostling around as your teeth sharpen out into points. You barely notice as your tongue fills more and more space, entwining with the gigantic mutt's in a sensual twist before he pulls back and wuffs happily, licking up your stretching face across your darkening nose.

And those smells. . . You don't know how you could have missed them; a hot animal musk that's more pressing than the light snow falling around you. With all of your strength you get up to your hands and knees, dexterity seemingly returning as your wet black nostrils huff, drawing your head to the source of that scent. Your long tongue lolls out as you sniff down the big strong animal's flanks, and you pull your head back slightly as you find the source of the scent. A plump furry animal sheath that rests between those strong haunches, complete with tight downy canine balls.

Body parallel to the big mutt's you can't help but lean in and sniff around its package as he lifts a leg to give you better access. It's almost like this dog is smarter than he lets on. His scent strikes you as an almost physical construct, and you can't help but lick up and around, jostling the flesh with your new utterly finessed flat pink tongue.

While you do this, the beast to your side sniffs up and around the back of your thick insulated pants. You can feel his licks and laps through the fabric, but the sensation is so far away. You want it to be closer . . . With a whine of anticipation, your body tenses as the dog's huge powerful jaws and massive neck muscles tug at the fabric, tearing it away and exposing your ass to the snow. Some vain concern in the back of your mind fades as you realize that the cool breeze feels nice; however, you only have a split second to enjoy it before his cold nose with warm heavy sniffing buries itself in between your cheeks and unabashedly takes in your scent, empty cask bumping against your thigh.

You smile as you feel the loose doggy sheath jostle around your tongue, drawing you to where that life-affirming scent is strongest. With a tentative lap you push your pink tongue into the musky loose open end of the furry flesh. You feel your ears perk and pull towards the top of your head, flickering in delight as the divine taste hits you, electrically needy with a masculine tang. Again and again you lap into the jostling flesh and there is less and less space as slowly a marbled prick presses out just beyond the white fur, pulsing with need while you nibble and tease.

Your whole body clenches as the sniffing stops for a second and a hot broad tongue laps across the taut flesh of your anus. Your cheeks tighten at the frictionless contact as the salvo of licks becomes slower and harder until with a sloppy squelch of sensation he sinks into you and your insides immediately contract and writhe around him.

Tightening, your neck clenches with new-found muscle, ripping the collar of your jacket open and revealing a tuft of brown speckled white downy fuzz growing on your chest. You sniff and nibble at his chiseled crimson animal tip as he presses in deeper with his tongue making you let out a yapping ululation that sounds suspiciously like a bark. Straining and bulging, the bone just above your asshole clenches and pops outwards. The further he shoves inside of you the better it feels as he occasionally slides out to lap along the taut crackling length as your anus widens, tugging with new prominent muscles while you begin to wag.

He shoves in one last time, fucking you with his tongue, before he pulls back, sliding out, leaving you lonely and panting. All at once you feel him press himself up on top of your back. You'd think that he'd be big enough to crush you, but you bear the weight with easy anticipation, now fluffy tail batting against his undercarriage. Pressing back with his strong thighs, he pushes, grinding himself up until you can feel his hot huffing against the back of your neck.

Your entire body is a clenched and waiting exposed nerve as he begins to rock, poking your balls and thighs with a moist hot fleshy tip. You don't know what it will feel like. The dog is huge. Is this really . . .

Oh god.

It feels good. Good enough to make your entire body shudder as the needy beast spreads your well lubed pucker wide in one firm shove. But if felt like he barely entered you before sliding back. . .

Unnngh.

That one was further, making you clench desperately around him as one clawed foot lifts up and scratches at your now fluffy thigh desperately.

Woof!

Your ass clenches tightly around him as every rocking thrust drives him deeper into your twisting insides. Feeling tighter and tighter, your clothes begin to tear and rip at the seems, revealing tufts of thick fur poking through while your tail wags wildly out from under his warm heavy weight. Your hips wriggle as the pressure constricting your feet mounts, until with a pop, broad paws split your leather shoes from their soles and your heavy canine hind-paws dig into the soil under you as the insatiable beast rams deeper and deeper into your ass.

Moaning, you can feel your hands swell and tear through your gloves with strong black claws. It feels so much better to stand on four legs under him, and you begin to rock back against his hot thrusts while your thick loose animal hide jostles with every hot slam.

Something slightly wider is forced inside of you as you yelp in pleasure and feel it begin to expand, forcing the inside of your ass taut as a hot knot of flesh ties you together. Soon the beast is shoving you forward and pulling you back as the animal's motions become fervored. He leans in, snuffling at your ear, pulling his body tight against yours until you can feel the fuzz from his sheath pressing against your stretched ring of muscle and the hard wood of the cask pressed against your back.

That's it. His entire body clenches around you and with an alpine bellow the pointed maleness inside of you jerks up, releasing jolt after jolt of hot canine essence within your stretched doggy insides. Your bobbing member pulls up against your body, fluffy coat surrounding it in a warm thick jostling sheath while a thin stream of slaver escapes your loose black lips. Your ass clenches with wild random passion, coaxing harder jolts of seed out as he warms you from the inside more than the strange brandy had. With every wild passionate jerk of pressure your own member changes inside of you, thick hot tapered crimson rod pressing slowly out, half extended from your sheath, leaking clear bliss as his knot slams against your prostate. Every wave of hot masculinity makes your furry testes swell, pulled up against your warm body as they reach their perfect needy canine heft.

With a huff and a warm happy lap over your twitching canine ears, he dismounts; turning, still tied to you so that you are ass to wagging canine ass, his balls wedged against the downy base of your perfect doggy tail. You stand that way, haunches pressed together for some time, both panting in a happy afterglow, but you want more. . . Your balls still clench needfully as your hot member burns defiantly in the cold air.

Leaning your weight away from your tied lover, you feel the tight knot pull at your insides, not quite as taut as it once was. You look under yourself, spying your crimson need under your strong furry body and you strain forward, pulling tighter and tighter, stretching your ass as far as it will go until with a sudden yelp and a wet warm sliding squelch you are free. You whine as you feel your empty anus clench around nothing, stinging slightly as a single streak of wet animal seed runs down your balls. Your mind is coming down from its blissful high as you shake your loose coat and the beautiful dog pads around you; sniffing and lapping at your crimson prick as a whine escapes your thick strong throat.

You don't even have time to think as you look up to see the beautiful animal, looking back over it's shoulder, tail raised, pink taut ass bared temptingly. That scent, that hardy masculine musk almost literally pulls you forward, walking on four feet that can feel every contour of the ground below you as you pad towards the presented fluffy wagging goods. You bury your wet huffing nose against his ass as his fluffy tail wags about frenetically.

Almost of its own accord, your tongue slips out and makes the noble canine's body shiver as again and again you flicker your pink tongue, occasionally lapping all the way down to his receding member redolent with your scent, past his spent loose testes before sliding up again and then drilling in, slipping past the clenched ring to let his insides writhe around your broad hot teasing canine tongue.

He woofs back, conveying his need for more than tongues as he shifts his weight anxiously from paw to paw. You can't help yourself, and your rear legs tense as you slide your muzzle up on to his back and then slowly push yourself on top of him feeling your thick coats rub together amazingly. Wasting no time, you clench in with your paws around his haunches and pull yourself tighter against his strong back, tail raised as your hips are already starting to buck, causing your member to brush against the soft fur of his thighs, the fuzzy weight of his balls, and then before you can comprehend it, you press inside of his hot stretching anus as he clamps around your pink tip and whines out a long yowling ululation.

You slide in further and further, member pushing out inside of him with every rocking shove as he strains and twitches under you. Burying your panting nose in his thick neck ruff, you take in his strong masculine scent so perfectly canine while your toe-claws dig into the rocky loam. Your heavy balls churn in their downy home as you feel something amazing press out of your sheath and press against his needy body with a hint of resistance before your hips rock and slam it home through clenched flesh.

The feeling of your knot swelling inside of his writhing squeezing depths is amazing, locking you both together as you stretch his tight ass both from the inside and out. Your testicles slap against his own furry sack as a wave of hot effervescent pleasure rises within you. His own member bobs below him, hard again and unabashed as you both rock against each other in a building lustful rhythm.

With a bellow, your tail raises, your balls clench, your claws dig into the ground, and your furry hips slam forward that last time as the heat overflows within you and you begin jolting out hot doggy spunk inside of him while he barks and pants ecstatically. The tight insides twisting around your knot draw your orgasm out to unimaginable new heights as you work to fill him with your masculine seed. His ass clamps ans spasms wildly as his own member paints the cold ground blow him with strings of molten maleness that seep through the snow filling the air with male musk while his jerking anal vigor draws out your climax to a howling finale that leaves your mind awash in musky clenching canine bliss.

Sliding off of him, you turn to that familiar canine position, balls nestled at the base of his slowly waving tail as your fluffy thighs rub together calmingly. Your tongue lolls out as you pant, body perfectly suited to this harsh climate. Mind drifting, you think through what just happened to you. It seems impossible, but yet here you are; warm, panting, and content. Before, all you could think about was getting off of this terrible mountain, but now, you can't think of why you'd ever want to leave.