New Friends (The Calm Before the Storm)
#6 of New Friends
New Friends (Chapter 5)
The Calm Before the Storm
If you're getting bored with this series, don't worry... There should only be two more in it after this 'un. Enjoy (hopefully). This story was going to be longer, but I decided to split it here where it seemed to make a little sense. Characters copyright Don Bluth, United Artists, Universal...
"Hey... Wake up. Wake up!" Balto moaned, grunting slightly as he felt a paw gently shaking his shoulder, shattering the thin veil of sleep which had hung over him. Cracking his eyelids open quickly in surprise, he wrenched them shut again, moaning in pain as searing rays of light scoured his dark-adjusted eyes. Slowly, he winched them open with more care this time, and was astounded by what he saw. It seemed as though the dark and cold cavern in which they had stayed the previous night was completely gone, replaced by something else entirely. Where that had been a dark, confining seeming space, which had seemed to have a somewhat dark and morbid atmosphere about it, this was now a light, airy palace of rainbows and phantasmagorical reflections. From somewhere high above, lost amidst the brilliant jumble of colours, a powerful beam of sunlight shone in, striking a multi-faceted ice wall on the far side and fragmenting, spreading its glorious light all throughout the cave with prismatic effects. The vivid colours seemed to fill the air; to Balto they seemed almost solid enough to touch. Gasping, he gently shook Itchy, but the little dog was already awake. Twisting his head back, he looked at Charlie, and saw his own wonder and amazement mirrored back in Charlie's beautiful, wide eyes. He gave Charlie a lick to the nose, then turned his attention back to the spectacle surrounding them.
As they continued watching, they noticed it was darkening slightly in the cave. At first they chalked it up to their simply becoming light-adjusted again after so long in the previous dim light, but as the process accelerated they had no choice but to realize that the light was leaving the cave. The rainbows glimmered fainter in the air; the beautiful colours which had previously filled all of the strange ice flows and formations now began to drain away, leaving behind it only a dull grey in the fading light. And then, abruptly, it was all gone... The last little sliver of light disappeared from wherever the inlet was, and the beautiful, ethereal display faded from existence.
All three of the dogs remained where they were for a moment, and then they let out their breaths simultaneously, not having realized that they were holding them in. "Wow..." they exclaimed again simultaneously, quietly and almost reverently speaking of the beautiful display which they had been graced to behold. "Now isn't that something?" Charlie asked, scratching the back of Balto's head with his forepaw. He took their continued silence for agreement; after all, how could they not? It had been the most singularly beautiful display of nature he had ever seen in his life; and for the first time in his entire life, he had felt as if his breath had been taken away. 'Well, maybe not the first time...' he grudgingly admitted to himself, looking at his mates before him. They took his breath away, and on a routine basis, and he frequently asked himself why whatever higher powers there may be had given him the opportunity to share his life with these wonderful creatures. However, he shook his head, derailing that mushy train of thoughts, and stood up. Or, he tried.
"Ooh..." Balto moaned, groaning slightly as Charlie's now flaccid cock slipped out of his stretched tailhole, followed by a gush of warm jizz. "Don't you think you could warn a guy before you do that, next time, eh?" he asked in a mock-growling voice, shivering from the sudden feeling of emptiness. Twisting his head around, he looked at Charlie's grinning face, then slipped his gaze lower, resting the focus of his golden orbs upon the flaccid penis dangling from Charlie's sheath, dripping a little as small tendrils of steam wafted upwards from it in the chilly morning air.
Charlie twisted his body and gently began tonguing his cock off, cleaning it from the night's exertions. He shivered slightly at his own touch, but his penis slowly shrunk back into the warm confines of his furry sheath. He licked his sheath a couple of times then licked at Balto's gaping tailhole, cleaning up some of the mess he had left there. Balto gave a low moan at the pleasurable feeling and he flicked his tail aside to allow Charlie better access, but all too soon Charlie's wonderful tongue left.
Giving Itchy's head a little lick, Balto gently pulled his hips backwards, winching his own soft cock out from the tight confines of Itchy's anal passage. He followed Charlie's example and licked down his own cock back into its own protective sheath, sighing slightly as he felt the comfortably tight skin slip back over his sensitive flesh. Turning his attentions to Itchy, he gave the little dog a few licks down below, slurping up whatever of his cum had poured out when he had pulled out. However, he had never been a fan of the taste down below, so he didn't continue for too long.
Finally, cleaned up, the three stood up as one, stretching in that peculiarly canine fashion, before slowly walking away from the site of their previous night's pleasure, heading for the cave entrance. As they walked, the cave lit up a bit, the gloom receding as light shone in from the main entrance, and they were able to envision a ghost of the cave's eerie previous beauty through the occasional bright flash of light shining through a strangely formed ice structure. However, unfortunately its former grandeur remained elusive, and with a sigh they stepped as one out onto the frozen plain outside, shivering against the sudden gust of wind. However, compared to the night before, it was nothing but a gentle gust.
Slowly the picked their way across the icy landscape, fur plastered back against their body from both the wind and the moisture of melted snow. Charlie clearly still wasn't used to winter; in trying to cross a frozen creek he slipped out and fell halfway across, bruising both his ego and his balls. Laughing at this sight (Charlie Barkin helpless! Who'd have imagined it?), Balto leapt onto the ice, digging his claws in slightly for traction as he slid across to where Charlie was. With a mischievous wag of his tail, the wolf gave his mate a big head shove, sending the unfortunate shepherd sliding across the ice to crash into the snow bank on the other side, completely coating him in the fluffy white powder. He came up spluttering, with a white moustache on his face, and had both Balto and Itchy howling with laughter all the rest of the way whenever they looked at him.
Eventually, after several little detours of that sort, they reached the outskirts of Nome, and after skirting along the perimeter of the little town they reached Balto's little tug, which had become their home. Climbing the gangplank up to the gently sloping deck, Balto climbed down the little staircase leading to the bowels of the ship, followed closely by Charlie and Itchy. Initially, the idea had been to just sleep, but as he noticed them come in he felt a sudden stirring in his groin, and knew instantly that sleep wouldn't come for quite a while yet.
Licking his lips suggestively, Balto cocked an eyebrow up at Charlie, who had just come in. Tilting his head in confusion, Charlie asked "What?" in a perturbed tone of voice, but then Balto saw his nostrils flick a couple of times and a sudden wide grin appeared on his long muzzle, splitting his face nearly in two. "My, my... You're a knotty little wolfy, aren't ya?" he asked, his own groin pulsing suddenly as the tip of his own cock extended from his furry sheath. Itchy didn't add anything to the conversation, but suddenly his own musky smell began thickening the chilly air.
Not bothering with any foreplay, Balto strutted up to Charlie proudly, thickening cock swinging slightly as his hind end switched back and forth in a seductive pattern. Giving Charlie a quick lick to the muzzle, Balto tucked his head under Charlie's powerful thigh and began lapping at Charlie's own thickening reddish rod, delighting in the immediate spray of salty pre which jetted from the pointy tip. As Balto licked, he could feel the veins engorging in the pulsing rod, and as he watched it changed colour slightly, becoming a deeper reddish near the tip while remaining a light pinkish for the rest of the length. He wrapped his tongue around the thicker middle section, coaxing a loud moan out of Charlie and another squirt of pre, this one striking the ground forcefully between Charlie's front paws.
However, Charlie wasn't going to just let Balto have all the fun. Gently pushing Balto's head away with a hind paw, Charlie rolled over onto his back, exposing his throbbing, wet member to the careful scrutiny of his favourite wolf's eyes. Balto immediately understood Charlie's plan, and shuffled his own hips over until he was standing above Charlie's face, holding his own pulsating wolf meat directly over Charlie's mouth. Charlie needed no invitation; he reached his head up with jaws wide and engulfed the entirety of Balto's long member, the tip going down his throat. Balto himself dove back down onto Charlie's cock with a vengeance, sucking him knot deep as he began a light thrusting pattern into Charlie's sucking mouth.
Itchy for one was not going to left out of this; walking around the thrusting pair he sighted his target, namely Charlie's winking tailhole. Walking up to Charlie, he caught Balto's eyes as his head was thrust upwards by Charlie, and winked slightly before lowering his head to lap at the big golden dog's tight tailhole, preparing it for the invasion to cum (sorry, I couldn't resist to use a bad pun... Forgive me?).
Eyes flinging open at the unexpected sensation, Charlie moaned around Balto's thrusting meat, squirting a strong jet of pre into Balto's mouth. That tongue... He had only felt it a couple times in that particular location, but every time had been like heaven... Itchy knew just what to do to make him beg for more. He began to pick up his thrusting pace, legs doing a ridiculous upside down mating dance as he jabbed his long rod deep down Balto's throat even as Balto's equally enormous cock filled his own mouth. The taste of the wolf's pre occasionally worked its way into his mouth when Balto squirted on the withdrawing part of his thrusting cycle, and the taste drove Charlie's arousal ever higher, sparking a squirt of his own every time the taste rolled across his tongue.
Finally, Itchy withdrew his tongue from Charlie's nether-regions, which were now almost sparkly-clean from his ministrations. With a quick lick to Balto's downturned muzzle, he leapt up, curling his front paws behind Balto's cheek bones as he thrust into the air, pushing his sheath ever closer to Charlie's hole. On his third air-thrust, he felt the warmth of his best friend's rear entrance jab at his thrusting cock tip, and on his next thrust he lined up carefully and rammed his hips forwards, resheathing his pulsing rod in Charlie's tight tailhole. Grunting, he shuffled his paws a bit, trying to get a better angle, and then began pounding away at Charlie's ass after having slipped in his entire length (at quite a bit of effort; Charlie's tailhole hadn't received too much attention of this sort ever).
The german shepherd himself was feeling quite wonderful now. One of his mates was currently fucking his ass without abandon, a feeling he had forgotten, and was ramming the tip of his surprisingly-large cock into Charlie's prostate, sending waves of pleasure spiking through Charlie's tense body. His other mate was sucking on his cock with gusto, and all the while he had that one's own cock deep in his own muzzle. He could barely process all of the sensations flooding through his body, and as his jaws were stretched open ever wider by Balto's expanding cock, he felt a burning tingle building up in his groin. 'Ah, come on... I don't wanna be first' he thought childishly to himself, but it seemed he didn't have a choice in the matter. Arching his entire body, he rammed his hips upwards, hind paws flailing about with abandon as he sunk his entire cock, knot too, deep into Balto's muzzle. Balto's teeth locked almost painfully behind his inflating knot, and with a growling murr he let loose, cock spraying strips of white straight down the wolf's throat.
For Balto, this was all too much. He couldn't really taste Charlie's cum at first, but he felt the hot squirts shooting down his throat instantly. As it continued, some backed up and squirted up into his mouth, bathing his tastebuds in one of his favourite flavours in the whole world (Charlie!), and dribbled out the corners of his painfully stretched mouth, stretching in little white strings to splatter to the ground. This brought him close, but what finished the deal was Charlie's growl... The vibrations it sent down his cock sent shivers all throughout his body, and with his own powerful thrust he jammed his own knot into Charlie's mouth, short-humping a couple of times before giving in to the ecstasy boiling in his groin and beginning to spray down Charlie's tight throat.
As Charlie's body reacted to his incredible orgasm, his tailhole clamped down on Itchy's thrusting cock, locking his throbbing knot behind the muscular ring. Howling, the little dog started pounding at Charlie's ass even faster, balls slapping loudly against Charlie's tail as he drove his cock even deeper into Charlie's collapsing bowels. Finally, he let loose his own pent up load, and sighed in blissful relief as his orgasm struck full force, blasting his jizz powerfully into Charlie's guts.
Having a throbbing cock buried deep in your guts, and then feeling hot jizz pouring out of it into yourself was a feeling that Charlie had completely forgotten, but rediscovering it was one of the most blissful experiences of Charlie's life. Howling around Balto's squirting cock, his orgasm resumed full intensity, the jets of jizz regaining their former power as Balto's cum flowed over his taste buds, saturating the entirety of his muzzle with the wolf's strong but deliciously salty essence.
Balto was first down from his orgasmic high, and with a sigh he contented himself to sucking strongly on Charlie's still-pulsing cock, his own cock remaining locked in Charlie's muzzle as the wolf's jets of prostatic fluid began to dwindle away. Flicking his tongue all over, he traced out the shape of Charlie's massive knot and thick rod, thoroughly licking and slobbering all over the accessible surface. He was rewarded with a rough thrust and a low growl from Charlie, so, figuring he was doing something right, Balto continued his little tongue bath of Charlie's throbbing red cock. His muzzle was buried right up to Charlie's drawn-up dark ball sac, and as he stood there he inhaled deeply, drawing in as much of Charlie's delicious musk as he could. Of course, Itchy was still clasped onto his head, and the smaller dog's own potent and delectable musk permeated through Charlie's, creating one big, delicious wall of smell for Balto to enjoy.
Itchy was the second to fall away from orgasm, moaning blissfully as the last vestiges of his powerful orgasm drained away. His cock still pumped his prostatic fluid deep into Charlie, though, and it tickled a little with every squirt. He loved this feeling almost as much as the initial sex; the warmth of Charlie's tight, hot walls squeezing all along his length, and especially behind the knot, that special place from which it seemed all the greatest pleasure was derived. Slumping forwards, he lowered his paws from Balto's fuzzy face to stand with his paws in front of Charlie's hips, his face pressed up against the side of Balto's.
After what seemed like an eternity of sheer bliss, Charlie's climax began to fade, and he too sighed contentedly around the slab of wolf meat in his mouth as the ecstasy was replaced by a warm and pleasing afterglow. He too licked all over Balto's cock, now able to devote more attention to it now that he could once again think properly. The taste of it was wonderful; there was an element to it that was like any regular dog's, but there was also a powerful other part, something he could only describe as wild. Sucking on this beautiful lupine rod, he felt privileged to know that he was drinking the life-giving essence of one of his favourite individuals in the entire world.
In this position they remained for a long while, an inevitable fact of canine mating. They each could feel the cocks of their mates shrinking slowly in girth and size, but not until almost half an hour had gone by did Balto's rod shrink enough for him to risk pulling it out of Charlie's mouth gently. For an instant, Charlie's jaws felt stretched even wider, but then with a slippery slurp the wolf's long tool came free of Charlie's muzzle. The shepherd felt almost as if he had been deprived of a treat, but with a final lick he let Balto's cock retreat into its protective sheath of furry skin, pulling his own cock free of Balto's mouth.
Itchy too yanked back none too gently, and with a loud pop his cock slipped out of Charlie's now cavernous tailhole, trailed by a great gush of hot jizz. Bending forwards once again, Itchy lowered his muzzle back down to Charlie's rear entrance and started slurping up the mess that he had created there, enjoying his own flavour thoroughly. Once he was completely clean, Itchy walked over and flopped down by Charlie, thoroughly spent. Balto flopped over on Charlie's other side, and with a quick kiss shared between the three of them and whispered "I love you"'s all around, they slipped quickly off into the realm of sleep where they cavorted with each other once again in their dreams.