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The African wild dog trudged through the snow, keeping his puffy jacket tight around himself. Day two of his special little vacation to a cabin up in the mountains, and already there had been an unexpected turn of events; it had happened while he'd been gathering firewood a bit of a ways from the house, and when it did, he'd just left it all there and decided to head back. Mostly, he felt annoyed about the whole thing, but honestly there was another part of him somewhere that felt... well...

...the moisture dripping off his nose and chin and soaking into the upper part of his jacket kept his mind on the subject and his nostrils wrinkled. What was he going to tell his brother?- from here he could clearly see the cabin against the smooth white of the snow. Looks like they had enough firewood for tonight, at least: pale graphite smoke wafted up from the stone chimney in the rear of the house, the direction from which this wild dog came from. Cold as it was outside, he had already started to undo the fastenings of his jacket.

When he did push his way through the back door, stiff on its hinges, the first thing he saw of his brother, other than his sleek bare chest, splotched all over with the seemingly-random fur pattern of their species, was his moss-green eyes, opened wide and reflecting the light of the fireplace. Large satellite-dish ears stood upright, his whiskers hung down, he held his arms half in front of himself as if he'd just laid something down, and then-

"Jesus fuckin' Christ, Harori, what_is that smell? Is that - _you?"

Harori sighed, shuffling his jacket off his shoulders and down his arms. The extra movement just made that same scent bite at his nose even more strongly. "I was - out gathering firewood, or _trying_to, at least..."

"You haven't smelled like this since - since that one party at Pete's, where you somehow ended up in the cage..."

He paused amid tugging his shirt off over his head. Sharp, acrid, bitter, enough to make him slightly dizzy - but, still, there was that small part of him, that faint... enjoyment, almost... "Promise you won't laugh?"

"Nope." There was the clinking of metal utensils; when he pulled his shirt the rest of the way off, his brother had just finished laying out the silverware for their dinner. "But I _will_listen."

Harori almost pulled a chair away from the table when he realized that it might have gotten on his paws too - so he lifted that paw to his nose, gingerly sniffed at it... and then half-regretted doing so. After all, the first full blast had been directly against the front of his muzzle - and his mouth had been open. "I was out trying to gather firewood, and - and I got tired, and decided to lie down on a log to rest, and... when I opened my eyes, there was this... animal... snow leopard, standing above me..." He swallowed. What a sight to look up at: white-furred belly, fluffy as all hell, centering down to a short, thick sheath with a small bit of pink flesh protruding from the end, right above two plump orbs- "...and... he marked me."

Again those large ears came up. In a few quick steps, his brother crossed the distance to him, took his wrists in his paws, and sniffed at him, from his chest to his neck - his nose wrinkled - to his muzzle. "Marked you? Wait - snow leopard?"

"Khari - a feral animal marked me. When I wasn't expecting it." Harori leaned in, partially for effect and partially because it made his brother recoil a little, which he found funny. "Do you know how unpleasant that is?"

"Well, I dunno..." One of those paws moved from his wrist to the center of his abdomen, and from there, down along the front of his pants, where the thumb hooked in the waistband and the fingers cupped underneath, and squeezed - and the blush warming his cheeks only brightened. "The way this feels, it couldn't've been too bad."

Harori squirmed, knowing the truth of that assumption. He and Khari here were brothers - twins, to be exact - and also, incidentally, in a fairly open relationship with one another. That was a long story, and one that he didn't particularly enjoy going into with certain audiences. Luckily, though, out here it was just the two of them; having Khari's paw on him, having his body so close to his, being able to pick up his familiar scent even just faintly above the acrid sharpness of the feral creature's mark... it still brought back the same indulgent enjoyment as each of these had the first time he'd experienced them. That never went away. Honestly, Harori thought that was part of why the two of them still got along so well.

"Still, though." Khari's paw slipped away from him, and the other African wild dog started towards the hallway that led to their bedroom. "You smell. Don't get too comfortable, Harori - we're going back out."

"What? Out?" Putting his shirt back on would mean enduring the scent again, but leaving it off... he wasn't at all used to this kind of weather, where he could feel the bite of the temperature even through the thickest patches of his fur. "Why? It's cold. It's supposed to start snowing again tonight."

"Hot spring!" Khari shouted from the other room. When he returned, he had pulled on a jacket similar to his brother's, but slightly lighter in color. Their mother had been the type of person to dress her two twins in matching clothing, because she thought it was cute; now, the brothers always went shopping together in order to find matching clothing, because they thought it was cute. Khari had another shirt balled up in his other paw, which he then threw towards his brother. "'Cause your other one looked soaked. Get you a damn bath. Come on."

That hadn't been the first feral that Harori had been underneath. On the way out the door again - he'd chosen to leave his jacket here, and instead wear a sweater hanging by the door - he shoved his paws into his pants pockets. Some time into their relationship, Khari had once gotten home from school to find Harori leaning back in the computer chair, pants undone, muzzle hanging open, emptying his own load out over his chest... and with a video of someone's muzzle wrapped around a feral dog's cock up on the screen.

That weekend, Khari had set up a dogsitting job with one of his friends, and asked his brother to come help. There was no way that Harori could say no to his brother - and besides, there had been something in those moss-green eyes, some bright glimmer that caught his attention. As it turned out, Khari had purposely chosen that friend because he knew, somehow, that his dog wasn't fixed...

"Are you sure this is okay?" Harori had asked, watching his brother kneel behind the feral. His heart had pounded in his chest, but still, he couldn't take his eyes away from the wrinkle of the dog's tailhole, or from the plump sack hanging beneath... and there was an undeniable stirring in his pants, then, when Khari reached forward and started rubbing at the fat sheath. "I mean, do we have permission?"

Don't worry about that, Khari had replied. He moved his other paw down to undo his pants.Now shut up and come over here. I bet there's just enough room under him for you.

Harori shook his head to get himself out of those - sweet memories. He didn't know of any hot spring around here, but then again, he hadn't been the one to arrange the vacation or rent the cabin. The day had been the first time where he'd had a cock on his tongue other than his brother's, and - he liked it. Sharing that secret, that special indulgence, between the two of them was another thing that bound them tighter together; as the two of them and their relationship grew, their interests did as well. Were Khari to say that same thing to him while that dog had his leg lifted in marking a tree stump - there's just enough room under him for you - Harori probably would have gagged. But, ask him the same question two years later-

"Look." Khari grabbed at his wrist and pointed between the trees in the distance. Field of white mottled with uneven brown and deep green - and, off in the distance, shimmering water. "See? Hot spring! That's one part of why I chose this area for us. C'mon, you'll love it. And we can get you clean, and... smelling right..."

Harori kept his eyes on the trees as his brother pulled him forward. Admittedly, the chances of seeing a snow leopard not once, but twice in the same day were amazingly slim... but there still was_that chance. First with the incidental marking, then having Khari feel him up - and _then going through those old memories... he didn't particularly want to take his other paw out of his pocket (more out of principle rather than embarrassment; Khari had seen more of him than anyone else), but knew he would have to.

By the time they had made it to the edge of the hot spring, his complication had mostly gone down - until Khari turned to him with that familiar look on his face.

"You know," the other brother said. He brought his paws gently up Harori's sides, fingers lifting the hem of his sweater and jacket, claws tracing through his short fur. "It's been quite a while since you and I have taken a bath together..."

Harori licked his lips. Were he not still able to smell the bite of the snow leopard's mark on himself, this might be the best part of his vacation so far: the steam of the spring tickling at his whiskers and revealed fur, Khari so close to him and touching him, the ever-present prospect of sharing their love and desire... if he understood anything about the way feral marking worked - and he liked to imagine that he did, having purposely been on the receiving end of such a marking more than a few times - then at least his current scent would keep any other creatures away.

With a swift, smooth tug, Khari pulled Harori's sweater off over his head, with his shirt soon to follow - and then, he wrapped his arms around his brother's neck and leaned in, almost touching their noses together. He could feel his gentle exhalations whisper out over his lips.

"Christ..." Khari breathed, brushing his lips against Harori's. "You stink."

"Well..." A quick kiss. Harori could clearly taste the leopard's piss on his own tongue - he wondered what it must have been like for Khari. "You don't seem to mind."

"'Course not. You know that whenever someone - something - else marks you, it's up to me to reclaim you later, so..." Khari's paws came down and started working at the fly of Harori's pants. Hopefully he'd start moving a little faster - even so close to the steam of the pool, the chill of the day still easily bit into his fur and made him shiver. "We're gonna relax for a bit in this here hot spring, and then get out - and I'm gonna have you kneel down right here for a good, thorough marking..."

His pants slid down to his ankles, with his boxers soon to follow - though Khari had to pull them forward to be able to lift them over his brother's growing erection. "What's the point of bathing, and then getting marked? Doesn't that defeat the purpose?"

"No." Khari's muzzle pressed against his neck - directly into where the piss lingered the strongest. He had to know. Harori shivered again, this time because of the contrast between the cold air tickling along his bare length and his brother's fingers, making their way up along his underside. "I want to be able to smell myself on you. Besides - have to let everything else around here know that you're mine, right?..."

And, then, the cold didn't seem so strong anymore. Khari repeatedly pressed his lips to Harori's, then to his neck, then his shoulder, while his paw squeezed and rubbed at his length, rolling his foreskin forward and back, forward and back with his fingers and thumb - and _that_was where he could still feel the cold most noticeably. He closed his eyes and leaned forward against his brother, wanting to feel the heat of Khari's body against his own-

"Whoa."

A little dazed - he'd started to churn his hips up into Khari's paw, and pressed himself more firmly against him - Harori opened his eyes and looked around. His twin still had one arm around his shoulders, but his other paw on his cock had stopped and he'd turned his muzzle to the side, looking away from the hot spring; Harori looked that way, too, and - saw there, halfway between the twins and the trees across the clearing, the same over-fluffy grey-and-white form of a snow leopard that he recognized from before. Like an overstuffed pillow, spattered all over with charcoal dust - but those deep grey-green eyes remained fixed on the two of them.

Already he could tell that Khari had some sort of idea or another, looking at how his large oval ears flicked upright. The other twin untwined himself from Harori. "Is... is that the one? The one that marked you?"

"You think I can tell?" Harori wrapped his arms around himself. Meanwhile, Khari took a few small steps toward the leopard - who remained in place, small ears perked and whiskers forward. "It's not like his muzzle was what I was looking at when it happened..."

"Well, then-" Khari knelt down in the snow. The leopard took a half-step forward, lowering its body down a little. "Why don't you come over here and see? I'm sure there's enough room underneath him for you..." Then, to the cat: "C'mere... come on, you big sock... we're not gonna hurt you..."

"Khari..."

"No, no, it's fine. Look - see?" Sure enough, after waiting and sniffing at the cold air for a bit, the snow leopard lost its cautionary reluctance and then came padding forward, its large paws making no sound in the snow beneath them. "Never expected to get so close to one..." He held one of his paws out; after another second, the leopard leaned forward to sniff at that, too.

"Watch out." Harori started towards the water, a little dejected at having been interrupted. Still, though, he knew that the two of them would soon continue right where they left off - they'd been together for this long, and still hardly went a day without some sort of 'action'. "Getting sprayed with leopard piss would probably be the least unfortunate of outcomes... seriously, Khari, don't - what the hell are you doing?"

The African wild dog had stood back up, and now fiddled with the button and zipper of his own pants fly. A few seconds later, his soft cock flopped out of his pants, and with a finger and a thumb he half-rolled his foreskin back. The snow leopard, a bit larger than what Harori expected (its shoulder came about even with the middle of his brother's thigh), lifted its nose up and moved closer.

"What does it look like?" Khari shifted his stance. "Givin' him what-for. That is how dealing with ferals works, isn't it? Piss on them to show dominance?"

"Khari, I don't-!"

But, he didn't listen - and Harori didn't know why he thought he would. His brother licked his lips, swallowed, closed his eyes, leaned his head back... and then sighed as the first drops of his piss dripped out of the end of his cock and into the snow. It quickly picked up in force, building to a full stream that arced out through the cold air and over the snow leopard's white-and-grey muzzle and back, the liquid rolling smoothly off the fur at first but then starting to soak in and taint its color.

Not only that, but the snow leopard didn't at all act like Harori had expected. Instead of snarling, or running away, or trying to attack, it just - blinked in confusion, let its ears droop, and then lowered the front of its body toward the ground beneath it. It willingly remained underneath the stream, keeping its eyes closed and maw half-open - while Khari made sure to cover as much of the leopard as he could, lifting his cock in his paw to mark the feral's lower back and rear, as well as part of its long tail. By now, Khari had opened his eyes and watched the leopard's actions; he came back up towards the cat's muzzle, doused its forehead, the top of its muzzle, the side of its mouth...

...and then knelt back down in the snow, reached forward with one paw to tilt the leopard's head up towards his cock, and aimed his stream directly at its lips. With his thumb pushed between the cat's teeth, he held its mouth open, and the leopard kept those grey-green eyes up on his face while its own muzzle was filled up.

Harori knew that feeling, that taste. Khari had done that to him, too, one time when they had gone to a friend's pool party. Everybody else had left, gone indoors, or fallen asleep, so it was just the two of them lying down by the pool in early evening... and when Khari had mentioned that he had to piss, Harori just rolled over between his legs and tugged his trunks down. Khari reached down, rubbed behind his ears, smiled - then tapped his nose and held his mouth open, the pad of his thumb against Khari's front upper fangs. The yellowish liquid would have looked suspicious against the smooth white stone, even at that time of night, so Harori had no choice but to drink it all down - except, of course, for what had flowed out of the corners of his mouth and down his chin and neck.

He stopped, one foot already submerged in the deliciously hot water of the spring, and swallowed. The snow leopard seemed to enjoy Khari's marking as much as he had: even as the wild dog's stream dwindled back into irregular drips, the leopard lifted its body back up, nuzzled Khari's cock, and then - licked at the underside, earning a tense "ah-"_out of him. Khari brought his hips back (Harori could only _imagine how that rough tongue had to feel) and closed his paw around his cock, half-stiff as he usually got whenever he emptied his bladder over someone.

"Harori," he said, turning his muzzle a little. His mark had steamed up a little in the frosty air; now, the snow leopard sat on its haunches, yellow-tinted fur still dripping with that mark and a point of barbed pink flesh visible from the end of its sheath. Harori had already gotten a good enough look at that earlier - of course he could still smell the much sharper and more acrid bite of the feral's piss in his fur; he'd simply been distracted from it - but, still, his brother beckoned him forward with his other paw... "C'mere."

The foot that he'd already dipped into the water almost froze when its pads touched snow. He reached down to grab where his sweater had been discarded, and started to approach. "What?"

"I know you've fucked a dog before - I've watched you..."

That had also been on one of the times where they were supposed to be dogsitting. Incidentally, the first dog Harori had fucked was the same as the first one he blew... it was a natural evolution of their relationship, after all. That dog really liked him. That first time had happened before he was as bold in his sexuality as he was now, but Khari had never gone through that embarrassment phase - because he had been the one to lube up both Harori's cock and the dog's tailhole, with that goddamn tongue of his.

That same tongue that now hung halfway out of his parted lips. Again and again the snow leopard nuzzled against the base of his shaft as he stroked it, Khari's face occasionally scrunching up with each of the licks. He shifted his pants and underwear down his legs a little further. "...but you probably haven't been seven inches under a snow leopard's tail before, have you?"

"Actually, there was that one from when I got that job at the library - he really liked being bitten; you made him bleed on at least five occasions..." Even at a fair distance away from the pair, Harori's nose twitched upon picking up the familiar enticing scent of his brother's piss. He'd gotten fully hard again watching him mark the leopard, and smelling it just fueled his interest even further.

"You know I mean a- a feral." Khari, now fully hard as well, slid his paw down to the base of his cock and tapped the end against the snow leopard's nose. Pine-green eyes watched the tip, as if expecting or even desiring him to continue his marking. "This one - oh, _look_at him - doesn't seem too opposed to the idea..."

The leopard's tail, about as long as its entire body, curled up and out of the way as Harori approached, and when he came close enough so that the scent of Khari's piss was the only thing he could pick up on the air, the leopard then lifted its rump back up into the air. The wild dog's heart was beating in his chest, and he was started to lose feeling in his feet, but... everything about this just interested him too damn much. Without another word, he lay his sweater out across the snow, knelt down on it, lifted the leopard's tail with one paw - already his brother's mark had lost its heat to the air; the thick fur felt cold, damp - and brought his other thumb up to the presented tailhole.

Oh, such warmth there, such sweet heat in the middle of an icy day... Harori swallowed, licked his lips, and then leaned in to press his lips against that pucker. This was something that he'd done before, too; while Khari had done it for his first time with a feral dog, the second had been Harori's own doing, and the faint tangy spice that clung to his tongue and muzzle afterwards was a taste that had remained in his memory for quite a while. Now, he swirled his tongue along the rim of the leopard's tailhole, feeling the way it twitched and clenched with its pulse - and then how it tightened just slightly when he centered in and put a little more pressure behind it.

His other paw kept the leopard's rear spread so he could fit his muzzle beneath the base of that long tail. From here, he could see Khari kneeling down in front, steadily stroking his length in front of the feral's muzzle as well as rubbing its shoulder with his paw, probably to press the scent of his mark in even further

This certainly wasn't the plan for this little vacation of theirs, but hell - Harori wasn't complaining. The leopard clenched around his tongue as he pushed it deeper, stretching it just slightly. With something else, something much more enticing to focus on, he didn't notice the cold as much... except, of course, for when his tail brushed against it (and besides, the chill had started to seep through the fabric of his sweater underneath his knees). Because of this leopard's peculiar height, though, he couldn't just kneel behind it for his cock to be level with its tailhole; instead, Harori had to half-lean over it, dragging his tongue up over that tailhole one more time before getting into position. Khari opened his eyes again, and grinned at his twin across the cat.

"How's that tongue feel?" Harori asked, running his paws forward along the leopard's body. It seemed as if the cold actually magnified the scent of his brother's piss; from where he was now, leaning half-forward, it was all he could smell. Not that that was a bad thing. Not only that, but here, he could feel the sweet, intense warmth of the feral's rump and tailhole, moistened and slick, kissing against the end of his cock.

"Rough." Khari shifted back into a sitting position, with his legs parted and the leopard's muzzle nuzzling against him. "But it's - not as bad as you'd think... as long as it doesn't get under my foreskin, of course..."

Harori licked his lips, keeping one paw down along his own cock to keep it angled correctly. No matter how slight the movement of his hips, he could still feel the slight, sweet resistance of the leopard's tailhole, loosened somewhat by the presence of his tongue just a moment before. "Khari," he purred, settling his paws firmly on the leopard's sides. In response, the feral widened its stance, and turned to look at him. "That's where my tongue belongs."

Then, he steadily pressed forward, pushing past the outer tightness of the rim of leopard's tailhole. His breath caught in his throat, and a jolt of sweet pleasure rippled through his body - God, the heat, the slickness, the warm flesh squeezing down around him... just tight enough to roll his own foreskin back as he continued to sink in. The feral snow leopard arched its back underneath him, but at the same time pressed back against him, as if to bring him deeper under its tail. If pissing on a feral had the tendency to do this to it, well...

Harori swallowed, loving the feeling of the leopard's rump squeeze around his length, closer and closer to the base of his cock. Honestly, the taboo of the idea, of sliding up under a feral's tail, held a large part of the interest for him: just the thought of the whole thing, of it being an animal's tailhole clenching around his cock (or his tongue) - and then when he reached around the creature's body and felt its sack, its sheath, different in shape and size than the other, non-feral snow leopard he'd messed around with... the barbs were softer than stiff and sharp, grazing over the pads of his fingers and giving way. Felt no different than little protrusions of callused flesh - but, still, whenever he ran his fingers along the leopard's cock - short, fully erect and still almost hidden within the sheath; he already knew that that was how it went with most feral cats - a low noise of pleasure rumbled within the beast's chest.

It was an odd position he had to hold, sure - but once he got into the rhythm, once he felt the pressure of the leopard's rump against his hips and then started to pull back, it actually made things easier. Half-bent over like this, he could easily lean into his thrusts and then pull back out of them, and the snow leopard didn't seem to mind, either; in fact, as his paws moved further back towards the beast's hips so he could get to the speed and rhythm he wanted, it actually lowered the front of its body down and kept its rump in the air, perfectly angled for him to pound down into.

Khari had his eyes fully open now, and was watching the show that his brother and the snow leopard put on. That_also just worked Harori up even more; he licked his lips, swallowed, and continued, already humping the cat with enough force so that his thrusts ended in a gentle _slap. Feral tailholes were more yielding and more easily stretched, he'd found, and that sped things up for a bit for when he felt impatient_like today - no thanks to how Khari had touched and teased him back at the cabin, and how he could _still smell the feral's piss on himself over the lingering scent of his brother's.

He churned his hips forward and back, forward and back, buried deep in the snow leopard with each little movement and twitch feeling deliciously magnified tenfold. An icy breeze biting through his bare fur; the chill of the snow seeping up through his sweater and against his legs; the steam of the hot spring just a few paces away; watching his brother's muzzle scrunched up as he brought himself closer to the edge, shifting his gaze down to his cock as he stroked himself, seeing how the snow leopard pressed its nose against the base of that cock... strange as it might sound, Harori could already tell that this partner of theirs would be one that neither would forget for a long time.

Thing was, had he been expecting to have the feral empty its bladder over his muzzle... well, that would have gone differently. Harori's eyes drifted closed as he thought about that: Khari had been there for the first time he'd tasted a feral's piss, as well as the second and third times. He didn't like it at first - it was a feral dog's, of course - but it grew on him, not to the point where he enjoyed the taste, but at least to where it didn't make him gag and sputter like it had the first time. Even given the scent of it, this snow leopard's would carry quite a different taste...

Harori imagined wriggling his way underneath the feral and opening his maw, or maybe setting his lips directly against the end of that plump white-furred sheath, tongue just barely flicking forward underneath the supple skin. He imagined it starting as a fast, sudden burst of hot, strong flavor, bright and tangy, almost unbearably bitter - but, one of his favorite parts of the whole thing was a strong taste and scent. He imagine it washing out over his tongue, making his muzzle and nose wrinkle; imagined its warmth filling up his mouth to the brim, imagined letting it flow out down his chin and chest, imagined swallowing down a small amount to get the taste on the back of his throat, finding out he liked it, and then drinking down enough of it so that its heat warmed his belly-

"Ah - fuck-"

One, two, three final thrusts, fast and hard to bury himself as deep as possible under the feral snow leopard's tail - and Harori's entire body shuddered as he emptied his load into the creature, feeling his spurts strongly against the clenching around his cock. Without knowing it, he had dug his claws into the thick fur of the leopard's haunches; while he pried his fingers away, his eyes met Khari's, half-lidded on the other side of the beast. A slick smile adorned his muzzle - and a short time later, his eyes closed again, his lips parted, he lifted his hips up - and shot his own cum out over the snow leopard's muzzle and back, in a few quick spurts.

"God... hah..." Khari swallowed, and flicked some of his cum off his paw. The leopard sniffed at that paw, and then started licking it. "Can - can we keep him?"

"Well..." as sweet as it felt to remain hilted in the feral's rump, delicious moist heat squeezing around him on all sides, Harori was starting to acutely feel the cold. He braced his paws on the cat's rump and started to pull himself out. "I still have to mark him, don't I? Let's - take our bath here, and then I'll get to that..."

Khari struggled in standing up, and had to lean against his brother when he passed by. Harori put his arm around him, leading him over to the spring; Khari was still fully dressed. That had to change, of course. "What if he runs off?"

Harori turned to pull his brother's shirt off. Past him, he could see the snow leopard, tinted rich yellow against the snow and also looking exhausted; it kept its dark green eyes on the brothers for another second, and then flopped down into the snow, resting its chin on its huge paws.

"I don't think we'll have to worry about that. _You_marked him; you claimed him."

While Harori slid Khari's pants down off of him, he leaned forward and licked his brother's forehead. "I thought that only worked with dogs."

"We're dogs. We-"

Khari turned to him as he started to step into the hot spring, his round ears upright. "When you mark that cat? I want to be underneath it. Okay?"

There he went again. Harori felt a stirring between his legs, despite how he had just finished.

"That can probably be arranged."