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The New Order of Things

Written By: Spudz

The seasons moved on, never faltering. With the days growing longer the snow had already started its gradual melt, creating a steadily growing layer of mud and filth all across the streets and paths of Nome. The humans called this time of year 'the break up' and it made for a messy state of affairs.

Tonight some of that filth had made its way into the hospital boiler room. Two sets of muddy paw prints wandered across the worn wooden floor, one larger than the other, and ended where two canines lay coiled up together in front of the lit boiler furnace: a familiar place for both dogs.

Balto's heady sigh ruffled the vermilion fur his muzzle rested on. He nosed playfully into Jenna's flank, curling up against her backside to snuggle closer with his mate.

"You getting comfortable?" she asked, looking back to him with a flick of an ear.

He took the opportunity to lean over and lick at her whiskers. "You make a wonderful pillow. I could cuddle like this all night long."

"I hope you plan on doing more than just that." When he caught Jenna's gaze, her eyes held a playful mirth to them. "This is a special occasion, after all."

"That it is." His cheeky smile was mirrored by her own. The wolfdog draped a paw over her form to rub idle claws through her soft belly fur. He could only just feel the slight bulge that had started to show.

"This will be a night to remember, Balto."

Only hours ago, Jenna's humans had confirmed what the two canines had already suspected for a week now: she was pregnant with the wolfdog's pups. Tonight, indeed, would be special.

Neither canine was surprised; they'd made every possible effort to conceive, starting with that first incredible night on Balto's abandoned boat. Her heat had lasted nearly three weeks, and in that wondrous time they had mated passionately again and again, multiple times in a single day even. Each and every chance the two had managed to find some privacy--a secluded alleyway, a rocky outcrop near the frozen ocean shore, the very room they rested in now--had not been wasted. The wolfdog had mounted his mate and bred her proper too many times to count.

And what a time it had been for both of them, to finally declare their love for one another in the purest of bodily pleasures, knowing they were making the ultimate pledge of loyalty and devotion with the conception of a litter. But it had not ended there.

When Jenna's humans had eventually caught on to her estrus--already too late to prevent her coming pregnancy--the canine of choice to breed their prized husky had been none other than Balto himself.

For the wolfdog, that had been particularly special. Nothing mattered more than his love and devotion to the husky curled up at his side, and to find the humans accepting of their mateship really struck him. Acceptance, something so simple to most, had been all he really wanted from the people of Nome. And here now he lay with the love of his life as an expectant father, welcomed and idolized by the very town that had once hated and vilified him. He couldn't possibly want anything more.

Jenna rolled over onto her back and used a paw to bat at his muzzle. "What's on your mind?"

He blinked. "Sorry. Was just thinking how lucky I am." With the husky sprawled out on her back, he shifted as well to rest his muzzle on her chest. "How lucky I am to have you."

"Do you know how corny you can be?"

With her hind legs splayed before him, giving the wolfdog open invitation, he began tracing a claw idly across her belly again, making Jenna fidget as he grinned up to her. "Have you thought of any names yet?"

The roving claw found its way to one of her swollen teats, cutting off her first reply into a hitching breath. "I... oh... have a few in mind."

Balto chuckled at her reaction and moved to the next, teasing the sensitive bare nub with his paw pad until she dipped her head back and let a sultry murr spill from her muzzle.

Downward he trekked, working closer to his prize, intent on giving his mate all the pleasure she could handle.

The door leading out into the alley creaked ominously on its hinges.

Both Balto and Jenna started, heads coming up in tandem to look over toward the source, just as Steele worked his way into the room. With his gaze to the floor and his ears lowered, he didn't even notice the other two canines.

"Steele?"

The large husky jumped at Jenna's voice like his tail had been yanked. For an awkward moment, a long awkward moment, he stared them down simply at a loss.

The scent of their arousal saturated the air. Balto could see that the husky smelled it, how his black nose wrinkled and his large pointed ears twitched. How could he not know what was going on? The wolfdog practically had his nose buried between Jenna's spread hind legs. Why was the male husky even here?

Steele had been a rare sight around Nome since the heroic night of the sled team's return. Occasionally there'd be whispered rumors from the local canines, mostly harsh words about a dog who no longer deserved a shred of the respect he had once commanded. No one cared to know what had become of him. The husky had all but faded away into the shadows.

And now here he was staring down Balto and Jenna, reminiscent of another encounter seemingly so long ago. But the dog before them was not the same pompous husky, back then his muzzle draped with sausage links and sneering glare unmistakable, who had gone on to court Jenna and ultimately saddle Balto with the blame of the food theft.

Steele's eyes briefly darted back to the alley outside as if he planned to leave quickly. His posture clearly showed his discomfort.

A gust of wind pushed the door closed behind him, bumping up against his curled tail. The metallic click of the latch removed the quick escape he had been considering.

He wavered a moment longer, before straightening himself up with a vexed breath. His inaction yielded to smoldering anger. "Of course I would find you two here. Just to make my day all that much better."

Balto stood and took a step toward the larger husky. "What do you want, Steele?"

"I wanted a place to be by myself, wolfdog." He squared off with Balto, practically growling 'wolfdog.'

Balto returned the favor, placing himself between Steele and Jenna with his hackles raised. His muzzle peeled back just enough to give a hint of teeth to his reply: "I don't want any trouble."

"Trouble?" Steele spat the word. "You don't want trouble?" He took a step forward. "You've given me plenty of trouble already! Do you know that?"

The wolfdog held his ground, rising to the husky's growing anger. "I don't. And I don't want to start anything here, Steele."

This confrontation had been inevitable, even with Steele's recent absence from the public scene. Nome only had so many dogs within its humble confines. Sooner or later, Balto would've bumped into the larger canine like this. But why tonight? Why did it have to be tonight of all nights?

Balto didn't know what the husky planned to do. If this came to physical violence, he was easily outweighed by the larger dog. That didn't mean the fight would be one-sided. He wouldn't back down. Not here. Not now. Not after all the turmoil Steele had caused him. Enough was enough.

With the husky looming closer, now the wolfdog did growl, a deep wolfish snarl that gave Steele pause. "I said, I don't want to start anything. Back down!"

"You already have! You took it away from me! All of it!" He raised a forepaw to level it accusingly at Balto. "You ruined my life. Everything I'd worked to create for myself. Your fault!" He stomped the raised paw back down on the floor forcefully. "All of it!"

"You did it to yourself!"

The shouted words slapped Steele rudely across the muzzle, jarring him back. His anger faltered.

Now Balto went on the offensive, stepping toward the husky, actually backing the dog up to sit awkwardly on his haunches. His voice returned to its normal, even tone. "You did that to yourself. You were the one that abandoned your team. Your musher. Left them to die in the storm while you escaped back to Nome. You wove that fictitious story to the canines of this town and buried yourself under its lie."

Steele licked his lips, ears falling back.

The wolfdog stole a glance back to Jenna, who had not moved from her spot next to the furnace. She wore a dumbstruck look. When his keen wolfish gaze found Steele's once more, he softened his stance. "I just don't understand why. Why did you do it?" He poked the dog in the chest with a claw, making him flinch. "Why? I have to know."

All of Steele's ire disappeared, crumbling away to reveal the anguish beneath that he'd been trying to hide. Balto could see in his eyes that the wolfdog's words had rang true: Steele knew the blame fell squarely on his own shoulders.

The silence stretched on uncomfortably. After a pregnant pause, the husky dropped his gaze to the floor between them, ears completely flat against his head. "I did it because of you."

"Me?"

"Yes." He didn't look back up as his shoulders slumped. "It was always because of you."

Balto blinked, recoiling slightly. "I... don't understand. Why me?"

The other canine didn't answer right away. "Surely you know, wolfdog. You've been out to best me since the day we met."

"Where did you ever get that impression?" He couldn't believe what he was hearing. At that moment Jenna rubbed up against Balto's flank. Her concern was clear as she stood by her mate faithfully. "I never had any intentions of besting you. How could I? You're Steele, the pride of Nome's dog sledding sport."

"I was," he corrected grimly. "That's all gone now. Musher pulled me off the sled team. The other dogs abandoned me. I have nothing left. I've been chained up for months now." He motioned with a jerk of his eyes to the shred of rope that was tied to his collar.

"Steele..." Jenna trailed off to pick her words carefully. "We had no idea."

"Of course you didn't." He scuffed, a bit of his old haughtiness making itself known briefly. "You never cared for me. Still don't."

Balto still couldn't believe it all. This dog standing before him was a shadow of his former self--broken and defeated. "I never meant to take away your life, Steele. I feel horrible for what happened to you."

The large husky shook his head. "Forget it. I don't want your sympathy. I can't bear to stomach it." He stood, ears still pinned with the dog's scowl. "Seeing you two together like this... it twists my tail. I can smell the arousal on you. It's not fair."

Balto and Jenna exchanged looks.

"I haven't gotten off in months," Steele nearly spat. "I used to have so many raised tails to pick from." A sigh. "Musher always studded me out. I couldn't get enough of the pussy. So fine, you want the truth? You want to know why I really came here tonight? To jerk off, alone, away from the other dogs and the shame of it all." His subsequent breath shuddered through his whole body. "And of course, I have to find you two, just to rub my nose in it more."

It had been no illusion to Balto how much Steele wanted Jenna for his own carnal pursuits. Most of the females would've simply turned and raised tail at the mere sight of the large hulking husky in all his strapping glory: the strong toned muscles conditioned from countless runs as lead sled dog, the elegant and almost pristine condition of his black and white fur, the sizable maleness that hung between powerful hindquarters. But Jenna had not fallen for all that, much to Steele's resentment. Seeing her now, pregnant with the wolfdog's pups after all that chasing and failed courting, must've stung far more than he let on.

Balto shifted on his paws uncomfortably. "Look, Steele. I understand your pain, and I do really feel sorry for all of this. But there's nothing to be done about it now. We're staying here for the night, so you'll have to find some place else to be alone with yourself."

"No..." The husky chewed on his lip, his expression growing more animated as he thought things over. "No, I think I'll stay, actually. I've already humiliated myself enough tonight." The husky took a step toward them, making Balto's hackles rise again. "Yes, why not." He was mostly talking to himself, but the words were aimed at the wolfdog, filling him with dread. "I can't get any lower. It would only be fitting after everything you've done to me." Another step, and Jenna suddenly found herself pushed behind Balto by her mate's large paw. "Whatever it takes to get off..."

Steele was almost nose to nose with Balto now, staring him down with a predatory lick of his lips. The smaller canine kept his ground and faced him right back, shooting a worried glance back to Jenna, who had frozen with fear behind him. "I will not let you harm her, Steele!"

The male husky chuckled wickedly. "Surely you don't think I would do that, wolfdog. I'm not that callous." Now it clicked for Balto; he blinked, ears flicking. "That's right. I'm not interested in her. You've already won that race." Steele's head canted to the side in the most unnerving of ways. "But, there's still another I can pursue."

"No." Balto bared his teeth and let a growl start to build in his throat. "I will not let you do that. I won't let you mount me!"

Another laugh, this time mocking. "I know that, wolfdog. Shut up, and lie down."

"What?"

Steele rolled his eyes. "Don't make me change my mind. Lie. Down." When Balto still didn't, he motioned with a jerk of his muzzle to the floor between them. "Do I need to explain it for you?"

Too surprised to react otherwise, the wolfdog sat back on his haunches, eyes searching Steele's for his intentions.

"All the way down." Finally the husky grew impatient and brought a paw up to forcefully shove Balto square in his chest, pushing him down onto his side.

"What are..." Balto trailed off. What the hell_'s happening?_The husky's muzzle had curved up into a toothy grin, but not in a threatening way. It all started to become clear. He'd seen that look before, when Jenna was about to...

When he looked over toward the husky in question, he found her just standing there with ears splayed. Her expression was a study of confusion and bewilderment. He didn't have but a moment to wonder what she was thinking.

A deliberate nudge of a paw on Balto's hip forced him over onto his back to face the expectant gaze of Steele. Now he was fully splayed out before the other male, much like he'd had Jenna earlier, showing off all his goods. He resisted the urge to tuck his tail; the wolfdog dared not show any submissiveness. Not now. Especially not now...

Steele's features changed. His ears perked and then twitched, eyebrow arcing with a look of... approval? "My, my. Impressive, wolfdog."

Balto had never really stopped to consider where he stacked up against the other dogs of Nome, although it could easily be said that his slim and nimble build belied the heavy sheath and impressive fuzzy orbs between his splayed hind legs. Being half wolf had its advantages, as Jenna had so coyly pointed out numerous times. He actually had Steele beat in that regard.

But this didn't bother the husky. Quite the opposite, as evidenced by his appreciative chuckle. The larger canine said nothing, just kept his hungry gaze on the wolfdog's sheath as he moved around Balto where he lay. Steele's growing excitement reached the halfbreed's nose then, masculine and potent to his keen senses, leaving little doubt of the dog's intentions.

The husky quickly lay down against Balto's side and pushed his curled tail and rump right up against the halfbreed's cheek. Balto suddenly found himself in a side-by-side sixty-nine with the last dog he ever would've expected. His amazement continued as the other male hooked a paw around the wolfdog's hind leg, drawing his splayed haunches over toward the husky's waiting muzzle. This was really about to happen!

Steele held no shame as he pressed his nose against the gray fur of the wolfdog's sheath and inhaled deeply, rolling his eyes back as he savored the wild scent of the canine at his side. Balto had to squirm at the tickly sensation, beside himself with everything that was happening. He had never seen this side of the husky before. A quick look over to Jenna found her unmoved from her previous astonished state. Surely she would put a stop to this. Why hadn't she already done so? Why hadn't he?

Balto found himself watching with bated breath as Steele parted his muzzle and gave the wolfdog's thick sheath a long, slow lick. Another followed, dragging Steele's broad tongue across his fur, the husky's paw reaching up in that moment to gently start fondling his fuzzy balls.

Balto gritted his teeth and lolled his head. His ears fell back at the sensual pleasure of Steele's tongue and paw starting to work him over. He felt his body responding to the husky's touch, his cock swelling in his sheath, muscles tensing with each lap of the dog's tongue and every soft caress of smooth paw pads over his supple orbs. Finally he couldn't take it anymore and let a heady groan escape from his muzzle, caught up in the moment. Steele was a dog on a mission, determined to get his fill of halfbreed cock.

A bit of pink poked forth from the wolfdog's gray fur, only to be instantly assaulted by the other canine's eager tongue. Steele's free paw reached up to tug on his sheath, coaxing more slick cherry-red flesh free. It became increasingly harder for Balto to keep his wits about him and resist the urge to buck his hips.

Motion out of the corner of his eye drew his gaze briefly to Jenna. The pregnant husky was lying down on her side now, legs spread wide open to give him an unhindered view of her heated vulva. One of her paws had found its way down to start teasing herself while she watched the goings-on with riveted attention. No chance she would put a stop to this, not that he wanted her to now.

His breath caught in his throat, hips momentarily lifting off the floor as Steele's muzzle opened to take the halfbreed's tapered length into the succulent warmth of his maw. The husky's paw worked at the bulge of his knot, still trapped in his sheath, head bobbing slowly, deliberately, drawing out every last inch of wolfdog cock he could get at. A distant part of what remained of Balto's coherent thoughts took note of how surprisingly skilled the larger husky was at this.

A moment of resistance--and then a satisfying pop finally brought the beginnings of Balto's sizable knot out of the fuzzy covering to his relieved sigh and another involuntary surge of his hips.

Steele pulled back to admire his handiwork, curling his tongue across his chops at the sight of Balto's fully erect length throbbing with his quickened heartbeat. The husky's expression was that of a dog clearly impressed with what he saw. "You surprise me, Balto. No wonder Jenna lets you mount her."

Jenna huffed at that, but kept her peace. She was too busy enjoying the show to care about the barb aimed at her.

Balto's own reply found itself cut off by a hitching breath as Steele wasted no time going back down on his pulsing cock, wrapping the slick tight warmth of his maw around every tender inch of wolfdog meat his muzzle could fit.

The husky wasn't just good, he was god-damned talented at this. Balto's hips jerked and twitched with each sensual bob of Steele's head. His muzzle, larger and broader than Jenna's, could take more of the halfbreed's length, draping wet sopping heat all over the reeling canine's tapered maleness.

He was panting now, watching Steele suck him off through half lidded eyes, fighting his baser instincts to muzzle-fuck the husky like a canine possessed. He didn't care for the awkwardness of it anymore, so caught up in the steadily building squelches of the muzzle and tongue enveloping his cock to care about anything but the mounting pleasure winding tighter and tighter in his loins.

Steele shifted his body to lie more on his side. With Balto's awareness fogging over, he only just caught the tip of the husky's arousal sliding from the white fur of his sheath.

Something compelled the wolfdog to reach out with a paw. He worked his way between the other male's legs and glanced a gentle touch against that inviting pink flesh, eliciting a muffled grunt from the husky's filled muzzle. Steele's hind legs parted at that, splaying open to give him all the permission he needed.

Balto had never sucked off another male before. He'd never been sucked off by one either. With the sensual delight of the husky's maw building to an ever greater high, he leaned over to fondle Steele's soft white balls with a paw and felt the other male tense.

Compelled by some unseen force, his muzzle found its way to the tapered tip of exposed flesh, lips parting to draw Steele's length eagerly into the wolfdog's maw.

The other dog suddenly bucked, shoving almost all of his cock into Balto's muzzle in one desperate surge of pent up need. It took every ounce of willpower not to gag on the canine's ample length as he fought for control, mimicking the other male with eager bobs of his head, drawing off the pulsing ecstasy that coursed straight up his spine from the assault on his own cock.

Both males worked fervently, urgently, to suck one another off, complementing the gentle roar of the furnace with the raucous wet sucking and slurping of their frenzied efforts and ever heightening muffled vocalizations of pleasure through filled muzzles.

Balto could feel the wondrous peak approaching. His knot started to swell, hampering Steele's thrusting maw around his slick tapered length. The tightness built, burning ever stronger. He tried to fight it off, distantly sensing the husky's own release growing near.

Steele abruptly stopped, letting the wolfdog's impressive maleness spill from his muzzle to bob angrily in the air.

Balto was forced to pause as well, poised right on the ragged edge of climax as he was. He released the husky's length from his muzzle to grit his teeth and whine with the anguish of being wound so tight right on the brink!

The other male took a moment to steady himself. The strain of being so close to release painted itself clearly on the husky's expression as he stood, tapered erection throbbing readily between his hind legs.

Not wasting time with words, Steele padded a few feet away and stood with his curled tail and haunches presented to Balto. The husky's expectant look over his shoulder, tongue spilling from his muzzle with his excited panting, was anything but characteristic of the alpha male Balto had come to know. He couldn't be...

A long pause ensued, until Steele's impatience got the better of him. "Come on, wolfdog. Do it already." He raised his tail higher, showing off his tight tail-hole and hanging fuzzy balls.

Balto found himself at a loss. This was Steele, one of the strongest and most able-bodied dogs in Nome--an alpha dog through and through. And the husky was raising his tail to him, submitting to Balto's will.

The thought of mounting Steele... he couldn't. Or could he?

A heady thrill worked its way through the wolfdog as he eyed the husky's raised tail and tight ass just waiting to be claimed. Why not? This had already been a night of firsts. Besides, he found himself enjoying the view.

The wolfdog stood and stole a glance to his mate. Jenna, still pleasuring herself with tongue lolled, gave him a 'what are you waiting for' look.

That settled that. With his body still wound as tight as a spring and thick tapered cock twitching eagerly between his hindquarters, Balto moved to Steele and worked his nose up under the dog's curled tail for a good sniff. Immediately, the other male's stimulating scent washed through his nose, stirring something deep inside him, spurring him into action.

His tongue snaked out to plant a nice long lick against the husky's pucker, making Steele whine like a pitiful needy dog. He gave another lap of his tongue, relishing how he had the larger canine at his mercy. He really wants me to mount him!

The last shred of restraint left the wolfdog. He jumped up on the husky, sliding his chest up on the larger dog's backside, wrapping paws around Steele's muscular hips to grind his rock-hard length up under the dog's curled tail.

Exhilaration consumed Balto as he shifted his hips, bringing the tip of his cock to nestle ever so gently against Steele's tail-hole. Never would he have imagined a moment like this.

The husky looked back over his shoulder with clenched teeth. "Do it!"

Balto rocked his hips forward in one long purposeful thrust, burying his cock, slick with the other dog's saliva, into Steele right up to the edge of his half-swollen knot.

Both males groaned in unison as Balto held himself there, savoring the wonderful tight heat that gripped him, new and unlike the familiarity of Jenna's own breathtaking intimacy. He pulled back and thrust forward again, smacking against the husky's rump firmly, grinding against the other dog, growling softly at the sensual barrage of pleasure as he asserted his dominance.

His pace built quickly, the wolfdog thrusting into Steele with increasing gusto to slam his knot against the dog's pucker harder and harder still. The pleasure of rutting the other male mixed with the heady thrill of conquering his rival so perfectly.

The husky's black ears were pinned and his head bowed. Each thrust sent a ripple through his body, punctuated with a soft grunt from the dog below as Balto's hips met his haunches forcefully, urgently.

Steele's muscular hindquarters gave ample purchase for the wolfdog to pound against, letting him lift up a leg as he humped like only a canine could. The other dog didn't yield to his fervor, and even started pushing back, meeting his surging hips eagerly.

The crescendo built higher, both male's vocalizations blending together as the steady pounding of the wolfdog's thrusts filled the room. His paws around Steele's waist worked down to caress at the base of the husky's knot, pumping the dog's cock as he continued to fuck the male properly hard, hitting all the right places as evidenced by Steele's canted head and hissing pants.

Balto's instincts drove him onward toward the desired conclusion. He had to knot the husky, had to assert his claim over the other dog. He had to! There was no other way to finish this!

"Do it, wolfdog! Knot me!" Steele's legs started to shake, his whole body trembling. He looked back to the halfbreed through clouded eyes, his tongue hanging limply from his parted muzzle. The dog begged for what they both wanted.

Balto pounded his cock into the husky using every ounce of his strength, grinding his knot against the dog's yielding pucker. Closer and closer the tie loomed until...

With a satisfying pop, Balto tied Steele's tight ass, locking the mating canines together to the enraptured bark of the husky and possessive growl of his halfbreed partner. The sensual thrill held Balto still for the briefest of pauses, grinding his hips fully against the husky to thrust his tapered tip as deep into the other male as he could.

"Rah! Fuck, wolfdog!" Steele's exclamation cut off into a long, exhilarated moan.

Balto's hips moved in a blur again, knot holding him fast to the other dog as the peak loomed. His balls slapped against Steele's. His paw pads worked the husky's cock in a frenzy. They both felt the inevitable approaching, strived for it, craved its glorious high. The tight heat of the husky's ass was too much!

Balto tilted his head back and snarled, smashing his hips up against the husky one last gratifyingly glorious time. The peak rushed forth and swept him up in its embrace. His balls tightened against his body and his cock twitched, shooting the first thick creamy spurt of wolfdog seed into Steele.

The husky beneath him shuddered; his muzzle parted in a silent snarl as his release overtook him, tapered length jerking to shoot a good rope of cum onto the floor. His tail-hole clamped down powerfully around Balto's twitching cock, sending both their climaxes to a new zenith as the halfbreed humped against the dog with one leg raised, burying himself to the hilt in the larger canine over and over again.

Spurt after delightful spurt of seed filled Steele as Balto emptied his balls into the husky. They rode out the high together, basking in the pulsing pleasure. The wolfdog's snarl quickly faltered into a soft whimper as he felt each powerful spurt of the husky's own cock between his forepaws.

Pure unadulterated bliss... perfect in every way.

Almost a minute later the high finally started to relent, bringing Balto back to his senses. He collapsed onto Steele's back, panting with the sudden bout of satisfied exhaustion that overtook him. Afterglow quickly wrapped him up in its loving embrace, coursing through his whole body like cool liquid fire.

He'd just rutted another male. He'd just rutted Steele, no less, and loved it! Never would he have imagined the husky would let him do anything like this.

Steele started to wobble on his paws with his legs threatening to give out under both their weight. Sensing this, Balto mustered the energy to dismount, spinning off the larger dog to stand tail-to-tail with him in the tie. The action caused his knotted length to shift, bringing about a weary moan from both males and another weak spurt of cum from the wolfdog's spent cock.

Through his breathless pants and wonderful afterglow, Balto caught sight of Jenna bringing her paw up to lick at the sticky release that coated it. Apparently she had really enjoyed the show. When she caught his eye, her tail thumped against the floor a few times as she winked at him. He had to smile back.

No one felt the need to speak in the ensuing tie. Only the soft panting of tired and spent canines could be heard, occasionally interspersed with the surprised groan or grunt from the males when Balto or Steele decided to give an experimental tug.

The wolfdog could say, much to his own surprise, that he had definitely enjoyed this romp with Steele; casual observation made it obvious the other dog had as well given the copious amount of cum that now stained the floor. If Balto had to hazard a guess, this was not the first time the husky had been mounted by another male. Of course that was just speculation, but maybe worth exploring later with the dogs that used to follow him around. The thought of Nikki, Star, and Kaltag having fun with Steele like this proved amusing.

A quarter of an hour later, Balto felt his knot start to deflate. With a gentle tug and a shudder, he slipped free of Steele's tail-hole to spill his potent seed onto the floor, adding to the mess that already existed. The wolfdog quickly sat down to clean his receding maleness of any remaining cum, but the other canine had better ideas.

Without a word, Steele pushed him over and began lapping at the halfbreed's length in slow licks of his broad pliant tongue. Balto could do nothing but groan appreciatively as he watched the husky work him over, until his crimson cock finally retreated back into the soft gray fur of his sheath--the final touch to a surprising and delightful experience.

Still no words were said as the husky then tended to his own mess and eventually stood to make his way to the door. Only when he pushed the latch open with a paw did Steele stop and turn back to regard the wolfdog.

Their eyes held each other as a silent agreement passed between them.

After a moment, the husky dipped his head as a show of departing and made his leave. It was the closest thing to an apology Balto would ever get from him.

The spent wolfdog watched the door close as Jenna snuggled up at his side. "That was something," she remarked with a raised eyebrow and amused smirk, leaning over to lick at her mate's whiskers. "Looks like you had fun."

"I suppose I did. That came out of nowhere."

"For the better, though. Seems Steele likes raising tail as much as he does having them raised for him." She chuckled at the idea. "We'll probably see him again."

"I'm sure you're right. Are you... ok with that?"

The husky nuzzled into Balto's side, poking him in that one ticklish spot behind his ribs. "Of course I am. I enjoyed watching. Besides," she leaned up to nip playfully at his perked ear, "seeing you two go at it gave me a good idea for some fun we can have now."