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Another story from the Western & Atlantic. Written by the ever talented LoneWolfSniper44 Go and show your love! Do it now!!!!

Art by sempers
", "writing": "Jenna watched out of the corner of her eye as Lady and Tramp walked out into the hall, leaving her alone with Balto. She wouldn't mind a nice soak in the tub herself, truth be told, but she had a feeling there'd be more love-making before the night was up. She slide up beside her mate, wrapping an arm across his broad chest as she leaned in for a kiss. He happily obliged, one arm pulling her closer as the other stroked her back. She hummed happily into his muzzle as they parted, licking her lips. \n\n\"Feeling all right, darling?\" she said, letting her hand wander down his side. \"I didn't quite have the same view of you as usual, but I suppose I didn't really need it. Seeing the look on Miss Lady's face was a treat itself.\"\n\nBalto chuckled softly. \"She seemed to enjoy herself, didn't she?\" The hand holding her close slid down her side to cup her rump. \"Considering you watched us without so much as a sound, I'm guessing you did too.\"\n\n\"Always so modest,\" Jenna chided playfully. \"By the look on her face you gave her the ride of her life.\"\n\n\"I wasn't exactly alone in that.\" He paused in stroking her back. \"Seems like Tramp knows what he's doing when it comes to all sorts of dancing.\"\n\nJenna furrowed her brow. \"Was that too much for tonight? You two seemed to get on well enough.\"\n\n\"Oh he's a good man, and a fine husband from all I've seen, it's just odd seeing him on the other side of Lady.\" His muzzle became a thin line, and his ears laid back. \"Not just seeing him, but practically feeling him, too.\" Perhaps seeing her concerned expression, he cleared his throat. \"Not that I didn't enjoy myself, Jen.\"\n\n\"I thought that since you two had shared me on the Endurance it wouldn't be so different with Lady.\"\n\nBalto chuckled, and she raised a brow. \"That's just it, Jen. I can lose myself when it's you and I. Sharing you, as long as you're happy, I can manage. Sharing another woman with her husband? That's something else entirely.\"\n\nJenna touched her nose to his. \"I didn't realize you were still conflicted, darling. I'm sorry.\" A quick kiss on his lips. \"Even though we know the Dears fairly well by now?\"\n\nHe tilted his head, thoughtful. \"It's still something I'm getting used to. It's not like I've had other opportunities to practice.\"\n\n\"But you're not uncomfortable,\" she pressed, caressing his cheek with her hand. \"Not feeling put upon or obligated?\"\n\n\"Not at all, my dear,\" he soothed, chuckling again. \"How could I possibly feel that way around you?\"\n\nJenna pursed her lips, resting her head on his chest. \"What if I wasn't here?\"\n\nBalto was quiet for a minute at that, staring over her shoulder as he continued to stroke her back. \"I think that would be hard for me, not having you here.\" He looked her in the eyes. \"It's not that I mind...tending to Lady, but it's seeing you enjoy it that does the most for me. If you weren't here, I don't know if I could even perform.\"\n\nJenna leaned up and kissed him. \"Well, you don't have to worry about that. I'm not going anywhere.\" She nuzzled against his neck and whispered in his ear, \"And besides, I do kind of like seeing you give her a thrill. Letting her get a taste of what I have for the rest of my life.\"\n\nShe felt him rumble in agreement as he nuzzled against her neck. \"Do you think she feels the same way about sharing Tramp with you?\"\n\n\"Maybe,\" Jenna hedged, \"but I think her thrill is more in who she's with.\" She looked meaningfully at him. \"I, on the other hand, get to marvel at how no one else in Nome had a clue what they were missing. Though I think Dixie at least could guess.\"\n\nBalto arched an eyebrow and grinned. \"She won't be putting any of her torrid fantasies in that gossip column of hers, will she?\"\n\n\"Be nice,\" she scolded lightly, \"but no, though she lives for the sensational and dabbles in the speculative, I don't think she'd ever be so self-indulgent.\" When Balto raised his brow, she added, \"There's also no scandal in a man loving his wife.\" Her hand stroked his shaft. \"Well.\"\n\n\"Not in loving his wife,\" Balto agreed, \"but however well he does it, loving another man's wife would make the papers.\"\n\nJenna smiled, shaking her head. Suddenly, she thought of the afternoon tea with her friends not two weeks ago that Tramp had so casually interrupted. His comments had been friendly and innocent enough on their face, but both Sylvie and Dixie had seen something between them that Jenna thought had been carefully obfuscated. She hoped Dixie never managed to corner Tramp. Not that he would spill the beans, but Dixie could be a regular bloodhound when she thought she'd scented a story. \n\nSomething in her expression must have tipped Balto off, because he cocked his head and raised his brow in an unspoken question.\n\n\"Just thinking about the show you gave me,\" she replied with a sly smile. It wasn't exactly untrue. \"Especially Lady. Do I look like that, when it's just you and I?\"\n\n\"Like her? No.\"\n\nJenna drew back and stared at him quizzically. \"Then, how-\"\n\n\"When you look at me while we're tangled up, I feel like a young engineer again. Like we're back in that little back room at the Nome engine house with the northern lights as a backdrop.\"\n\nJenna smiled warmly and batted his ear. \"I could say the same thing, but I'm more taken by the older powerhouse you've grown into. And I'm not the only one.\" She ran her hand down his arm, squeezing here and there. \"Don't think I've missed Lady admiring these pistons either.\"\n\n\"What can I say?\" Balto smiled and shrugged. \"I had a patient teacher.\"\n\n\"And an eager one at that,\" Jenna gave him a peck on the cheek and crawled on top of him. \"I know that first time on the Endurance was my idea, and I'm so glad you played along.\" She leaned down and kissed him on the nose. \"It seems like we've made fast friends with the Dears, considering they invited us into their home for more than just a nightcap. I hope you're enjoying this, at least as much as I am.\"\n\nBalto placed his hands on her hips, giving her a cock-eyed grin. \"Jen, I'd be hard-pressed to not enjoy myself whenever you're around.\"\n\nShe rocked her hips side to side, grinding against his waist. The feel of his member growing hard beneath her only served to make her panted breaths more pronounced. \"As long as I'm around, hmm?\" She worked her hips against his, mimicking a slow thrusting motion as she tapped her lips with a finger in exaggerated thought. \"What about me and someone else?\"\n\nBalto raised an eyebrow. \"I suppose that would depend on who the other person was.\"\n\n\"Well, you know I always struggle to find something for you at the holidays, even your birthday.\" She paused, grinning at his puzzled expression. \"But now I think I've got just the thing.\"\n\nHe gave a playful scowl and squeezed her rump with both hands. \"And you're just going to tease me with that fact, not even give me a hint?\"\n\n\"Oh my darling,\" Jenna purred, \"if you think this is teasing, you haven't seen anything yet.\"\n\nSmiling, she leaned down and pressed her lips to his, moaning into his muzzle as their chest fur melded together.\n\n\"Imagine Miss Lady and I are yours for the evening,\" she whispered, \"to do with what you want.\" \n\nBalto gave a small smile, tracing his hands up her sides.\n\n\"Imagine I give her a little something to wear, maybe that little dress you always say fits me just right, but we both know it's too small for me by far.\" She kissed his neck and nudged his chin with her nose. \"What if I wore that, and Lady has something even better? I think she'd look very nice in one of my vests, and not a single thing else. You always like seeing me peel out of my banker's suit, don't you? What about her?\"\n\n\"You're absolutely devious,\" he growled, but the grin splitting his muzzle told her all she needed to know. \n\n\"I'm inspired,\" she replied, brushing her hands across his chest and tracing the muscles with her fingers. \"I saw how much you enjoyed our little strip show on the Endurance.\"\n\nBalto's smile faded and she saw the start of a frown. \"And what about Tramp?\"\n\n\"What do you mean?\"\n\n\"Surely he won't just sit idly by while you and Miss Lady, well, treat me?\"\n\nJenna pursed her lips and nodded. \"No, but I'd imagine Miss Lady is more than capable of making the evening up to him.\"\n\n\"Or perhaps you and Miss Lady could repay him in kind?\" Balto's tone was flat, but she could feel his grip on her loosening and cocked her head.\n\n\"Perhaps, but we're getting ahead of ourselves here. Suppose we can arrange for Tramp to be otherwise occupied. Would that be enough?\" She watched as he furrowed his brow, then nodded. \"There's nothing saying I'd do the same for him. This is my gift to you, dear.\"\n\n\"And I can't help but think Tramp might feel vaguely cheated if he's not given the same treatment.\"\n\nJenna nodded seriously, then gave a broad smile. \"Fair. Let me have a word with Lady and see if we can't come up with a nice compromise then.\" She worked her hips back and forth, grinding her slit against his hardening member. \"In the meantime, you've got a bit of work ahead of you yet.\"\n\n\"Nothing involving you could ever possibly be work, Jen,\" he replied with a grin.\n\n\"Oh? Don't be so sure.\" \n\nShe moved back, rubbing her wet entrance along his shaft as she kissed her way down his neck and chest to his waist. Her lips found his furry sack first, sucking on one side then the other before tracing a line of saliva along the underside of his shaft. He gave a soft groan, looking down at her with smiling eyes, and she giggled as she kissed his tip. The taste was different, but not nearly enough to distract her. Without breaking eye contact, she pursed her lips and began suckling on the tip, running her tongue in circles around it as she did. Balto's hand clenched the bed sheets beneath him and he hissed out a breath through his nose. Smiling, she drew back nudging his shaft with her nose and kissing it wherever her stroking fingers weren't. \n\n\"Jen,\" he whispered.\n\n\"Mm-hmm, I know, but you're going to have wait.\" She wrapped her lips around his shaft and dipped down, taking him up to the hilt just once before drawing back with a satisfied sigh. \"Didn't you always say that waiting was what made it special?\"\n\nBalto chuckled and reached down to cup her cheek with one hand. \"Whatever I did to deserve you, it couldn't possibly have been enough.\"\n\nJenna drew herself up on all fours and planted her elbows on either side of his waist. Squeezing her breasts together, she leaned up and enveloped his shaft between them. \"It sounds like I'm doing my job well, then.\" \n\nShe began bouncing her chest, stroking him between her ample bosom as he laid his head back, panting and groaning at her touch. She kept on, working her shoulders back and forth to make sure she felt every inch of him. They'd been together for some time, and she knew what drove him crazy, in all the best ways. Just as she was beginning to feel that familiar warm ache again, her ears perked up at the sound of footfalls in the hallway. \n\nOut of the corner of her eye she spotted the Dears coming back in. Lady had on a monogrammed robe with her name where a chest pocket might be, while Tramp wore only a towel. As Jenna drew off of Balto's length with a satisfied gasp, Tramp grinned while Lady only rolled her eyes over a smile.\n\n\"You see?\" the mutt said, indicating Jenna and apparently continuing a discussion. \"If we aren't even done yet, what's the point of covering up? It's not even cool in here.\"\n\nLady started to respond, then frowned and moved over to the windows. Sliding them open one by one, she spoke over her shoulder, \"The breeze should help with that, and even so, it's nice to wear something comfortable after a bath.\" She turned to Jenna, all smiles. \"The tub's all yours, if you'd like it.\"\n\nJenna nodded appreciatively, then looked at Tramp, and the towel that barely hide a growing erection. \"Would you mind if I borrowed Tramp a moment? He'd never admit it, but I've been teasing my dear Balto since you left and I wouldn't mind a little extra fun myself.\"\n\nTramp had only to glance at Lady before the cocker spaniel waved him toward the two. Without any preamble, he shed his towel and spread his arms. \n\n\"Where do you want me, Miss Jenna?\" he quipped.\n\n\"Just here,\" Jenna replied sweetly, patting the bed behind her. Turning, she held out a hand to Balto. \"Feeling up for another, my love?\"\n\nBalto grinned and let her guide him up to his knees. She moved up to him, both of them kneeling on the bed as she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him passionately. His arms found her hips and he began working his fingers into her fur as she deepened the kiss. A particularly hard squeeze made her lean back, gasping over a smile, a small trail of saliva linking their muzzles. \n\n\"I'll take that as a yes,\" she managed, panting slightly, before turning herself around and moving back against his chest. She cooed at the feeling of his stiffening member rubbing between her legs, and gasped as one of his hands came up underneath her arm to grasp one of her breasts, his fingers instinctively finding her nipple and squeezing. She flagged her tail to the side and leaned back to kiss him on the cheek, then sank slowly to all fours and presented herself.\n\nIn front of her, very suddenly at eye level, Tramp's own member was bobbing just out of reach. Glancing up, she saw the mutt watching her intently, his eyes narrowed and his muzzle split in a grin. Lady peeked over her mate's shoulder, one hand practically petting his neck as the other reached down to wrap around his length and begin stroking. \n\n\"Well, isn't that a pretty sight?\" Lady murmured.\n\n\"Not as pretty as you, Pidge,\" Tramp rumbled, turning to give her a peck on the cheek. \n\nLady giggled and gave his shaft a gentle squeeze. \"Flatterer.\" Gazing down at Jenna, she grinned. \"Are you ready?\"\n\n\"Aching,\" the husky replied, licking her lips and opening her maw.\n\nWith a small swat on his backside, Lady nudged Tramp forward. \"Better get started, mister.\" She crawled over next to Balto and leaned in for a tongue-tying kiss before glancing down at Jenna's upturned rump. \"My, I'm not sure who has the better view.\"\n\nJenna meanwhile had waited with face upturned for Tramp to move closer. Lady's encouragement seemed all he needed, and he shuffled toward her, his shaft bobbing up and down as the bed creaked beneath him. Her tongue darted out to taste his tip when it tapped her on the nose, and she heard the mutt gasp. Gently, she wrapped her lips around it and moaned, knowing the vibrations would travel along his length. Tramp groaned and shut his eyes, just what she had expected. Without another word, she rocked her body forward, burying her nose in his stomach fur as his shaft hit the back of her throat. She felt as much as heard Tramp let out a sharp breath, and one on of his hands came up to cup the side of her face. She nuzzled against it and began rocking back and forward, letting his shaft pump in and out of her drooling maw.\n\nBehind her, she heard Lady make an appreciative noise and felt her hand on her rump. \n\n\"Now if that's not an invitation, I don't know what is.\"\n\nThe growl she heard from Balto made her shiver. His wolf side always gave her a happy feeling in her gut, particularly when she could only guess at what he was doing. Of course, when his hands joined Lady's on her rump, it wasn't hard to guess. The tip of his shaft brushing against her wet lips confirmed it, and she moaned around Tramp's shaft. Even as she rocked back and forth, she felt Balto's grip tighten as Lady's hand moved to her tail, running her fingers through the silky fur. The bed creaked beneath them as Balto moved up against her, hilting inside her when she rocked backward. She gave a muffled cry and pulled off of Tramp's shaft with a wet gasp. Feeling the mutt still thrusting, she wrapped a hand around his length and stroked it as she glanced back at her mate. \n\nHe was already hunching over, his fingers digging into the fur around her tail as his shaft pumped in and out in a steady rhythm. His eyes flicked to hers. She grinned a toothy grin, her body shifting each time his hips met hers with a satisfying smack. He bared his teeth in a matching smile and licked his lips. The sight sent a shiver up her spine and she knew in that moment she had to have more. Her hand reached out to rest on his, and she jerked her head toward Tramp. Balto's confident expression shifted slightly, but she simply curled her fingers around his and pulled him gently against her, hilting him inside her before she turned back to Tramp. \n\nThe mutt was still thrusting almost mechanically into her hand, his tongue lolling from his mouth as he looked down at her. The expression on his face was almost pitiful need, and she smiled up at him. With a final squeeze around Balto's hand, she slipped hers from his grasp and took hold of Tramp's hip, pulling him toward her open, drooling maw. When his shaft brushed along her tongue, she felt as much as heard him give a shaky whine, and he obediently followed her guiding hand, shifting toward her until her nose pressed into his short pelvic fur. With a soft moan, Jenna let her hands drop to support herself as she gloried in the feeling. Behind her, Balto's breathing was heavy, but steady as she rubbed her rump against him, working his shaft around inside her. Her tongue curled around Tramp's shaft as she began to suckle on it, drawing low moans from the fireman.\n \nExperimentally, she rocked forward, burying her nose in Tramp's stomach fur and making the mutt groan. Almost before she could draw back, Balto pulled her the scant inches she's managed back onto his shaft, a forceful breath hissing from his nostrils. A long moan meant to urge them on turned to a stifled yelp as Tramp took her head carefully in his hands and pulled her back toward him. Balto gave a predatory growl and guided her back, eliciting another muffled cry. This time, she heard Tramp chuckle as his thumbs caressed between her ears. He barely needed to move that time as she began rocking with them, her rump bouncing off Balto's hips as her nose did the same off Tramp's. In moments, they'd settled into a rhythm broken only by the panting breath of the two men and her own gasping, gulping moans.\n\nJenna let her eyes drift closed and surrendered to the whims of her mate and Lady's. For a moment, she wondered what she must look like to the little spaniel. Would she still be perched just behind Tramp, or had she found somewhere comfortable to lounge and watch the lewd display? Just as quickly, the thought was overpowered by the smell of sweat and competing male musks. Tramp's own male scent was almost overpowering, if only because she could hardly avoid being buried in it each time his shaft hit the back of her throat. Nevertheless, Balto's distinct wolfish sign found her nostrils and the combined effects of those scents and being so completely in their power made her arms quiver. Her legs were shaky too even as her toes curled with each thrust at either end. She was getting close, and expected they were as well.\n\nAlmost as if her thoughts had summoned it, a low growl escaped Balto's lips, and her suspicions were confirmed. She rocked back hard against him, moaning as her hand grasped for his. He took it and brought it to his lips for the briefest instant before squeezing it and shifting closer still, push her nose into Tramp's waist. Her tail thrashed happily back and forth as her hips rocked side to side, letting her hook her legs behind his knees. \n\nTramp paused his thrusts as she suddenly deep-throated his length, her moans sending vibrations up his spine. He likely would have pulled back at the equally sudden gurgled sounds she was making if she hadn't wrapped her arms around his waist and held him there. She opened her eyes then, meeting his questioning gaze with the most lustful, pleading stare she could conjure. She needed this, wanted this so badly. Her head was swimming with pleasure, and she practically hung from the mutt's waist. She saw him look up past her and toward Balto. A grin split the half-smile on his muzzle and he nodded. When he met her gaze again she knew her message had come through loud and clear.\n\nUnseen, but felt with every strand of fur on her quivering rump, Balto stilled her fluttering tail with one hand and dug his fingers into her flesh with the other, his breath hot against her back as he hunched over and began pounding her against Tramp's choking girth with gusto. Jenna's ears lay flat against her skull and her tail beat a frantic melody against Balto's stomach. Quivering limbs held her up, though for how much longer? The thought vanished like smoke in a gale. With every stroke shaking her body, pressing her against Tramp's waist, her frantic breaths hissed from her nostrils, drowning her olfactory senses with the fireman's musk. His hands still cupped her face, supporting her even as she rocked back and forth. Behind her, she felt Balto's balls slapping against her rump with every thrust, and her over-sensitive skin could even feel the occasional drop of saliva on her back. He was nearly consumed by her, she knew, and as desperate to fill her as she was to be filled. All that remained was to coax Tramp to his limit as well.\n\nNot knowing him nearly as well as she knew her mate, she settled for the simplest, dirtiest trick she could remember. Reaching up, she latched onto his waist with both hands and began pulling him to meet Balto's thrusts at the same time. It only took a moment for him to realize what she was doing, spurred on by her curling tongue and shiver-inducing moans around his shaft. And as he looked down at her, she met his gaze and tried to speak around her mouthful of mutt member.\n\n\"Pwm, Twmp, gmm hh emefig, pwm.\" \n\nHer tail thumped against Balto's chest when Tramp's ears perked, and the lazy smile became a conspiratorial smirk. Curling his fingers gently around her ears, he held her head steady and pulled back before thrusting into her waiting maw. Any subtlety was over. Jenna pursed her lips and let his shaft slid along her tongue as she whimpered with every stroke. The mutt's panting breath took on a feral tone, and suddenly he was hunched over her, his hips slamming against her muzzle even as he held her head safe and steady. Her head swimming with desire, Jenna felt her body tense as the warm pressure in her stomach expanded to an all-consuming aura of pleasure. Her arms quivered, her legs jerked as Balto's hips slapped against them again and again. She sucked frantic breaths in through her nose as Tramp pounded her muzzle, sometimes sinking deep into her throat. All throughout, she moaned around Tramp's shaft, the occasional muffled yelp escaping her lips.\n\nEager as she was, she lasted longer than she expected. Both males steady breathing had morphed into panted, almost gasping breaths as Tramp's hips jerked against her maw. His low growl became a snarl as he slammed against her once, twice, then held her muzzle to his hips as he climaxed. Subconsciously, she'd been ready, and she took in deep gulps of air laced with his musk through her nose as his seed filled her muzzle. All the while, Balto never let up.\n\nIf there was any doubt in her mind over what her mate had said earlier, it was swept away now. He didn't seem to notice or care that Tramp had so thoroughly used her muzzle for his pleasure, but she knew it was not apathy. Had her visceral, almost feral sounds of pleasure shifted in any way, she felt sure he would have frozen instantly to confront Tramp. Hearing nothing but the muffled moans he'd grown used to, he'd simply bent to his task, and done it well. Very, very well, she thought hazily as his furry balls began slapping against her with increased ferocity. His hands moved up to her waist, guiding her back against him. Dazed, she worked her hips back and forth against his, hooking her feet over his calves even as her toes curled in pleasure. Her release crashed through her in a shuddering wave that traveled up her spine, drawing a deep moan from her lips, still wrapped around Tramp's shaft.\n\nTramp gasped, his grip loosening instinctively. Jenna leaned back, panting herself, and sank to her elbows. Eyes drifting closed, she crossed her arms and rested her head, still riding out the last of her climax as Balto's thrusting reached a fever pitch.\n\n\"Ha! Oh, Balto, yes, yes!\" she gasped, her legs gripping his hips even tighter. \n\nSuddenly, Balto wrapped one arm around her stomach and hauled her back as he sank to his knees, pulling her into his lap. Their bodies crashed together and she reached back to cup his head as he nuzzled against her neck. The arm around her stomach held her tight as the other mashed against her breasts, grinding against her oversensitive nipples as he hilted himself inside her. A different sort of growl escaped his lips this time, but it was one Jenna knew well. He'd claimed her, and despite all he'd said it was apparently instinctive that he drive the point home. Glancing aside, she saw his eyes locked on hers, but not a trace of anger in them. Instead they held the same wondering awe she'd first seen in a Nome engine house all those years ago. Even now, he was wondering how he'd gotten so lucky.\n\nA soft chuckle brought her gaze forward again, and she saw Tramp still kneeling on the bed, a lazy smile on his muzzle. Lady had climbed up behind him and had similarly brought her arms around her mate as she rested her head on his shoulder. The cocker spaniel hummed as she met Jenna's gaze, and winked.\n\n\"Well, that was certainly a sight to see,\" Lady purred, nuzzling Tramp's neck. \"I was awfully tempted to join in, but that wouldn't have been very nice.\"\n\n\"Or very nice indeed,\" Jenna countered, still panting softly. \"Hmm, I'll have to keep that in mind for next time.\"\n\nShe felt Balto squeeze her more tightly at that, and Tramp's lopsided grin became a bare-toothed smile. Even Lady seemed excited at the prospect of a 'next time,' and Jenna couldn't blame her.\n\n\"Still, I'm getting ahead of myself,\" she said, bringing a hand up to caress Balto's cheek. \"Could we make use of your bath as well?\"\n\n\"Of course,\" Lady replied, slipping off the bed and beckoning.\n\nWith Balto's help Jenna rose on shaky legs, a soft sigh escaping her lips as Balto's member slid out, leaving her empty and slightly wanting even now. \n\nLady must have seen her expression, a knowing grin crossing her muzzle as her eyes shifted. Then she laughed out loud as Tramp flopped onto his back and sank into the mattress. \"Lie down, but don't fall asleep just yet.\"\n\n\"A fireman's work is never done,\" the mutt replied muzzily. \"It's poke, poke, poke along then it's get the steam up, keep at it.\" He lifted a single finger. \"Don't mistake me, ladies, this is the most fun I've ever had breaking my back.\"\n\nBoth Jenna and Lady chuckled at that. \n\n\"Well just you lay there a minute and I'll see if I can do something about your poor back once they're settled.\"\n\nTramp made a noncommittal sound but Lady just shook her head and lead her and Balto down the hall. Even as they walked, Jenna felt a twinge of discomfort. This certainly wasn't her first time walking about in the nude, but in someone else's house? She ought to be burning with embarrassment. Glancing ahead at Lady's naked body, hips rolling as she walked without a care in the world, Jenna imagined she had an inkling of what her husband felt anytime she treated him to a similar view. She looked back at him, and the wolf-dog's almost dazed expression vanished as his eyes met hers and he raised his brow. She smiled and shook her head. Just then, Lady stopped at the bathroom door and motioned inside. Balto slipped past her and began filling the tub, but Jenna paused, clasping her hands in front of her. Perhaps without thinking, Lady did the same. She did have a very attractive body, Jenna mused before giving her head a little shake.\n\n\"This has been a wonderful evening so far, and I really hate to impose any further…\"\n\nThe cocker spaniel cocked her head, questioning.\n\n\"I don't suppose we should keep walking about in the nude, but Balto and I haven't got a change of clothes.\" Her ears laid flat as she inwardly berated herself. \"We thought we'd be spending the night on the Endurance. I should have sent someone.\"\n\nLady waved it away. \"Not to worry. Go enjoy your bath while I find something for you and Balto. In fact,\" she said, tapping her chin before prancing back toward the bedroom, \"I know just the thing!\"\n\n ******************\n\nThe bath was luxurious. Even in the heat of summer, Jenna could never discount a soak in warm water. Having Balto just behind her to scrub all those hard to reach places, and to help her relax, was a pleasure she'd missed of late. It only took a soft word to remind her love of that, and secure a promise that they'd not go so long without their own small joys again. She was awfully tempted to lean back against Balto's chest and doze off, but decided against it. Lady at least still seemed in the mood for fun, and even without her usual teasing Balto's excitement was poking her in the back. \n\n\"I'd be very surprised if we're all done for the night,\" she whispered. \"You and I had better make ourselves presentable. It wouldn't do for us to dawdle.\"\n\nThey'd just finished drying themselves when there came a soft knock on the door. Jenna giggled at Balto instinctively wrapping his towel around his waist while she finished drying her head fur. She didn't bother covering herself.\n\n\"Come in.\"\n\nAs expected, the cocker spaniel nudged the door open, wrapped in a very soft-looking robe that had her name on the chest pocket. Another robe was draped across one arm and she held it out to Balto.\n\"This should be about your size,\" she said cheerily.\n\nThe wolf-dog took the offered robe but nodded at something else Lady seemed to be concealing behind her back. \"And what's that?\"\n\n\"Just a cute little something to slip into,\" she replied with a coy smile. Stepping into the bathroom, she made a shooing gesture out the door. \"And it's not for your eyes just yet. Go make sure my husband hasn't drifted off to sleep, would you please?\"\n\nBalto cocked his head over a wry smile, glancing back at Jenna. She merely smiled and jerked her head at the door.\n\n\"All right,\" he conceded, unfolding the robe. \"I know a girl's talk when I see one.\" He paused and stared at the monogram on the chest pocket. It was clearly a matching set with Lady's robe, but instead of Tramp's name on the chest pocket, it simply said 'Stud'. Cheeks reddening, he glanced meaningfully at Lady, who merely shrugged.\n\n\"Tramp will have to find something else to wear.\"\n\nJenna covered a laugh, then gave Balto a peck on the cheek. \"I'd say it's fitting.\"\n\nAs soon as he was out the door, Lady shut it and turned to Jenna with a broad grin. \"You'll want some help with this.\"\n\nWhen she saw the outfit, Jenna couldn't contain a gasp of delight, despite her flushed cheeks. What Lady had called 'a cute little something to slip into' turned out to be a bright blue corset with golden fastenings down the front and a matching pair of panties with golden bows at the hips. The latter she quickly slipped on before wrapping the former around her torso. There were no sleeves, just supporting cups for her bosom above a dashing, but restrictive stomach covering. She felt Lady run the lace tie through matching holes on either side, each loop tightening the corset's grip on her just a bit more. She was no stranger to the garment, but didn't often wear one.\n\nShe cleared her throat. \"I couldn't help but notice a resemblance in one of the conductors, is Scamp…?\"\n\n\"Our son, yes,\" Lady replied lightly. \"We decided one was enough, though his girlfriend is over often enough that she's practically family at this point.\"\n\nJenna giggled. \"At least your son introduces his lady friends. If Kodiak has any sort of romantic partner I've never met them.\" She cast an accusing glance at the door. \"Though I suppose the railroad does keep him busy, too.\"\n\n\"Kodiak...\" Lady mused absently. \"Does he take after you? One of the conductors?\" When Jenna nodded, she carried on, \"Might have guessed. Haven't seen him lately, though, is he sick?\"\n\nJenna sucked in a short breath, her tone softening. \"He had a very close call recently.\" Her voice hitched. \"Chief said he nearly went under the wheels out on the line.\"\n\nLady froze, her hands releasing the bindings as she moved close behind her. She felt the spaniel's chin on her shoulder as her arms wrapped around her in a soft embrace.\n\n\"Thank heavens he didn't,\" Lady said. \"Goodness knows we've had our share of scares with Scamp too.\"\n\nJenna reached up to lay her hands over Lady's. \"Yes, thank heavens,\" she sighed. \"I don't suppose it ever gets easier.\"\n\n\"Not likely.\" Lady drew back and resumed securing the corset.\n\n\"Sorry to put a damper on the mood.\"\n\n\"Not at all, but now that you mention him, do you two have any others? Besides Aleu, of course.\"\n\nJenna smiled, grateful for the distraction from her plummeting thoughts. \"No, though it's no wonder you picked her out.\"\n\n\"I wouldn't have before she and Tramp had to wrangle the Yonah. At first I thought she was married, or a relative on Balto's side. Did she keep your name?\"\n\nNodding, Jenna shook her head and giggled. \"When she was younger, we tried to send her to boarding school. She didn't take it very well. Balto didn't like it either, really. His little girl so far away. But he put on a brave face when we sent her off.\"\n\n\"Tried?\" Lady prodded.\n\nJenna sighed and glanced over her shoulder. \"The school sent word she'd missed her first day, hadn't even arrived yet.\" She pinched her brow, still smiling. \"Balto was beside himself, dropped everything to go looking for her. The bank wasn't nearly as understanding, so all I could do was wait. Then word came from Chief that a scrappy young girl had signed on to work the yard, and by the way did we know anyone named Cherbert?\"\n\nThe ladies shared a laugh.\n\n\"That was the end of boarding school and the start of her life on the railroad.\" Her tone turned wistful. \"Sometimes wish I'd pressed harder, but after the fright it gave Balto I just couldn't.\"\n\nLady squeezed her shoulders again. \"There are certainly worse things, and at least she's happy.\" The spaniel snorted a laugh as she returned her attention to the lace bindings. \"Even if she and Chief give each other fits.\" \n\n\"No good deed goes unpunished,\" Jenna replied. She let her mind wander and it was all too easy to imagine the gently-increasing pressure on her breasts was Balto's hands...or Tramp's. She hummed happily, wondering how long it would be before someone would quickly undo Lady's careful work. \n\n\"There,\" Lady pronounced, reaching up to give her shoulders a squeeze. \"You're all set. Whenever you're ready, we'll be just down the hall.\"\n\nJenna looked down at her bosom, gratified to see that the chest support did at least cover her nipples, if only barely, and the corset didn't feel nearly as tight as it looked. Glancing at herself in the mirror, she grinned and quickly followed Lady back to the Dears' bedroom. The cocker spaniel had paused before the closed door and met her gaze with a wink before undoing the robe's waist tie. Shrugging it off, Lady grinned.\n\n\"I don't think I'll need this again until the morning.\"\n\nJenna couldn't help but coo admiringly at her friend's evening attire. She wore a frilly lace night shirt that hung loose from her shoulders, the slightly thicker fabric over her chest sweeping away to either side to offer a better view of her stomach and hips. Wrapped around her waist was a belt whose only purpose seemed to be pressing the light garment against her body. Not that she needed to use her imaginations; even the thicker lace was practically see-through and only the black panties Lady wore hid anything at all.\n\n\"No indeed,\" Jenna whispered in reply. \n\nSmiling broadly, Lady rapped on the bedroom door and swept inside. From her vantage just around the corner, Jenna could hear their men shift quickly from some shared joke to admiring Lady's garb just as much as she had.\n\nShe heard Balto clear his throat. \"You look lovely in that, Miss Lady.\" He paused, he tone hopeful. \"Did you give my wife something similar?\"\n\n\"Hmm, you might say that,\" came Lady's teasing reply before she called out, \"If you're ready, Miss Jenna?\"\n\nNow practically giddy herself, Jenna strode into the bedroom and paused in front of the trio. Lady sat between the two men, her hands resting on their thighs and stroking absently at the fur there. Balto still wore the robe Lady had given him, though he hadn't bothered to tie it closed. Or maybe he'd loosened it, she thought with a flush of heat to her cheeks. Tramp on the other hand hadn't bothered to don any clothing at all. Both his and Balto's tails, already wagging behind them when she entered, now became a blur of motion. Jenna reached both hands behind her head and stretched, thrusting her chest out.\n\n\"Do you think it fits?\" she said with a hesitant smile.\n\nLady was the first to speak up. \"Splendidly. It's like it was made for you.\"\n\n\"You're sure you don't mind me borrowing this? It seems expensive.\"\n\n\"It's yours. Never quite fit me right.\" The cocker gave a quick up and down glance with a grin. \"You, however…\"\n\nBalto smiled broadly. \"You look ravishing, my dear.\"\n\nJenna's cheeks flushed an even deeper red and for a moment she felt once again like the young governess presenting herself to the brave engineer. \n\n\"What do you think, Tramp?\" the husky finally said, almost as an aside.\n\nTramp remained silent long enough that Lady, then Balto turned to look at him. He gave a sheepish grin and shrugged. \"With this being a gift to my wife, now worn by a…very close friend, something tells me there's not a correct way to answer that question.\"\n\nThe four of them laughed, and Balto clapped him on the shoulder. \"Smart man. I've never gotten in more trouble by keeping my mouth shut.\"\n\n\"Oh, you make it sound like I scold you mercilessly,\" Jenna huffed, hands dropping to rest on her hips, where the golden bows marked the edge of her new undergarments. \n\n\"Not at all, darling,\" Balto defended, raising a placating hand. \"You've taught me well that sometimes the best thing to say is nothing at all.\"\n\n\"That's not far off from something you said to me last week,\" Tramp cut in, looking at Lady. \"What was it? Nothing at all...\" He paused, a wry grin crossing his face. \"I remember replying that you looked best wearing nothing at all, so whatever you said must have been deep and profound.\"\n\nLady jabbed him with her elbow and rolled her eyes, but ran her hand along his arm and spoke in a sing-song voice. \"You say it best, when you say nothing at all.\"\n\nBalto was nodding, and Jenna felt her heart melt a little at the sweet words. \n\n\"How pretty,\" she sighed, meeting Balto's gaze as he turned toward her. \"I feel there's more truth there then you know.\" She glanced between her mate and Tramp. \"Maybe you and I can show our boys just how deep our affections go, without saying a word?\"\n\nAlmost before Lady raised her brow, Jenna motioned for Balto and Tramp to rise, and they did without apparent thought. Beckoning them toward her, she slipped between them and seated herself beside Lady on the bed. Glancing over, she caught the cocker's bemused expression and winked.\n\nThen she turned, sliding her legs up onto the bed and shuffling away before lying down, her head dangling off the edge of the bed. Their mates were at just the right level, or rather their waists were. Even as she opened her muzzle expectantly, her tongue curling across her lips, their members stiffened to attention. Glancing beside her, she saw Lady quickly matching her position, her long flowing ears dangling over the edge. She didn't expect the little spaniel's hand to find hers as they lay side by side, but quickly grasped it and gave a small squeeze. \n\nHer attention was suddenly brought to her front again as a familiar musk reached her nose just before a throbbing, hardening member touched it. She was almost surprised that it was Tramp standing in front of her. Considering the teasing she'd given Balto, she'd half-expected him to lay claim to her for the rest of the evening, but apparently the wolf-dog had other ideas. That suited her just fine. They had any other night to spend together. Best to make the most of their friends while they had them.\n\nShe almost chided Tramp for making her wait, then remembered her challenge to Lady. Instead, she nudged his tip with her nose and gave a soft whine. Tramp chuckled softly and brought his hands up to cradle her head, thumbs nudging her muzzle open just a bit wider before thrusting into her drooling maw. A sudden, muffled yelp told her Lady hadn't been treated quite so gently, but the spaniel's grip on her hand didn't tighten at all. She'd be fine.\n\nJenna's attention was brought back to Tramp when his furry sack pressed against her nose, engulfing her in his musk and the lingering scent of bath soap. The mutt exhaled noisily, one hand drifting up along her neck to squeeze one of her breasts. She squirmed at his touch, moaning around his shaft as her own free hand slipped down between her legs. Perhaps seeing her preoccupation, Tramp gave a soft chuckle and drew back until only his quivering tip remained between her lips. With a needy whine, she ran her tongue around his tip, suckling at it like a pup at her mother's teat. That coaxed a groan from him, and his grip on her breast tightened. Jenna rocked her body back and forth, unconsciously spreading her legs to give herself easier access. All the while, she held Lady's hand. In the brief pause that her boldness had bought her, she tuned her ears to her mate and her dear friend.\n\nThe first noise she was conscious of was a muffled needy noise that she couldn't quite place. It sounded like moaning around a gag, until she heard Balto groan followed by Lady gasping. Jenna glanced out of the corner of her eye toward the two and saw Lady smiling beneath lidded eyes. Balto's wet shaft bobbed barely an inch from Lady's open maw, connected by a strand of saliva. The cocker barely had time to whine before Balto thrust forward, stifling the noise in an instant. Jenna could have sworn she saw Lady's throat bulge slightly. That same low, muffled moan suddenly vanished entirely. If not for her friend's steady, firm grip on her hand, Jenna might have thought she was struggling for air. Even as the thought entered her head, Jenna felt Tramp lean forward, his shaft sliding easily past her lips. When his sack pressed against her nose he paused for just a moment, exhaling as she moaned around his length. He tweaked her nipple with his thumb and forefinger, making her squirm even as he drew back. She barely had time to catch her breath before he thrust forward again. \n\nNearby, she could still hear Lady's muffled whimpering and Balto's steady breathing through his nose. That was the sound of contentment, satisfaction, control; she knew it well. Smiling to herself, she closed her eyes and imagined the scene through her mind's eye as Tramp settled into a rhythm of his own. By their combined noises, she saw Balto hilting himself in Lady's muzzle, his shaft slipping into the back of her throat each time. Lady would go silent for an instant before he withdrew slowly, teasing her already with what she knew was coming. When his shaft slipped from her muzzle, she would suck in a lungful of air, somehow managing to sound adorable in doing so. Then Balto would oblige her, filling her maw with his cock as the cycle began again.\n\nShe didn't neglect Tramp of course; far from it. By the grip on her breast and his slowly-increasing pants, she knew she was teasing him to his limit. His pace was increasing, made all the more obvious by his breathing, and the occasional splash of pre-cum that leaked out. While one hand stroked her wet passage, the other held Lady's grip steady. She thought of letting go, to grope Tramp's rump or fondle his sack when he paused in his ministrations, but there was something almost comforting about the shared experience. Knowing that her mate was sinking to his hilt in Lady's muzzle just as the spaniel's mate was doing in hers gave Jenna a thrill she couldn't describe. Of course, the haze of passion was drifting over her now. She barely registered the higher pitch of Lady's moans, or the faster tempo that both Balto and Tramp were breathing at. All that she truly knew besides Lady's hand in hers was the rhythmic, but increasingly-frantic, slap of Tramp's sack against her nose, the overpowering scent of his musk, and the taste of his shaft. \n\nSuddenly, he released her breast and she felt the bed creak as his hands pressed into the bed on either side of her stomach. The rapid thrusts slowed, replaced by a steady rocking of his hips against her muzzle. Each time he hilted in her maw he paused with a groan, and each time that groan grew louder. Slipping her hand up from between her legs, she grasped Tramp's back just above his quivering tail and urged him on. Moaning loud enough to match him each time his hips met her lips, she curled her tongue around his thrusting shaft. Anything beyond the man fucking her muzzle faded to insignificance for those final fleeting moments.\n\nTramp's low moans became almost plaintive as she suckled on his quivering shaft. The bed creaked again as he stood from where he'd been leaning and she hummed happily as his hands caressed her face. Then they settled on her cheeks and she felt his thumbs gently stroking her throat as he drew back ever so slowly. His tip nearly slipped out from between her lips before he thrust forward again, filling her muzzle just as a shudder rippled down his arms and his cock pulsed. The first splash of cum was more than she'd expected after two previous rounds, but she relaxed her jaw and swallowed, sucking in a deep breath through her nose before he came again, and again. He exhaled deeply, drawing his shaft out of her muzzle. She took a deep breath of her own and licked her lips, finally opening her eyes again. Lady still held her hand, and Jenna's first instinct was to look over at her mate and their shared friend. \n\nThe spaniel was enjoying much the same treatment Jenna had imagined, except the pace was a bit faster. Still, Lady barely flinched each time Balto hilted himself in her maw, and Jenna noted that her throat did seem to bulge slightly. The sight gave her a thrill; both at seeing her mate so thoroughly using Lady and at Lady so obviously enjoying every moment. Any doubt of that vanished when she noticed Lady's other hand teasing her passage even as Balto's thrusting slowed.\n\nEven as she watched Balto draw back, his shaft slipping from Lady's maw trailing a strand of saliva and love fluid, she couldn't help but chuckle softly.\n\n\"As much as I love watching you work, dear,\" she cooed, \"I do hope you've saved some energy for us.\"\nBalto blinked, his muzzle hanging open as she rolled onto her stomach and looked to the equally-confused Tramp. \n\n\"Now I know you two aren't the sort to leave a lady wanting, are you?\"\n\nImmediately, both shook their heads, but Jenna could see their strength was flagging. Gently nudging the mutt aside, she slid off the bed, tracing a finger along Tramp's shoulder and under his muzzle as she moved past him. Sidling around the bed to the right side, she turned away and bent at the waist. Hooking her thumbs in her waistband, she peeled off the damp garment and let it drop to the floor.\n\n\"Good,\" she simmered, her tail flagging to give both males (and Lady) a clear view, \"because after that, I need one of you inside me, right now.\"\n\nShe giggled as Tramp half-stumbled around the bed, his hands quickly trailing up her legs to the corset's bindings. \"Never mind those.\" Straightening up, she half-turned toward the bed, cooing as Tramp followed her lead, abandoning the corset's ties to cup her breasts. She felt his breath on her cheek as he nuzzled against her neck. \n\nAt the same time, Lady knelt on the left side of the bed, her hands already crossing in front of her to grasp the bottom of her lacy slip.\n\n\"What do you say, handsome?\"\n\nBalto's muzzle split into a grin and he closed the distance between them in an instant. His hands slid down her sides, fingers raking through Lady's fur and coaxing a moan from the cocker spaniel. His thumbs hooked into her panties' waistband and knelt quickly, yanking the garment down even as she pulled the lacy slip over her head and tossed it aside. Balto rose to capture her in a heated kiss as her hands easily hefted the open robe and tossed it back. he simply shrugged his shoulders and it fell to the floor. Tumbling over, she pulled off her panties and passed them Balto, who cast them aside. \n\n\"Come here stud,\" Lady said softly, tracing a finger along the bottom of his muzzle. \n\nWith that same toothy grin and a low growl, Balto climbed up onto the bed lay down behind Lady as she sprawled on her side facing her mate and Jenna. His left arm slipped under her squirming body to wrap across her chest, squeezing her breast as their muzzles locked in a kiss. His shaft, still wet with Lady's saliva, rubbed eagerly against the spaniel's wet sex. Without breaking the kiss, she reached down and guided him in; she shuddered and moaned into his mouth as he moved against her.\n\nAt that point, several things conspired to redirect Jenna's attention. Tramp's groping hands had managed to find her nipples under the corset's restricting frame and he'd begun drawing rough circles around them with his pointer fingers. His steady breathing just below her ear was joined by the occasional kiss on her neck, and the brush of a canine with it. Finally, his member had stiffened enough that she could feel it brushing against her inner thigh, tantalizingly close to her goal. She moaned through pursed lips, rubbing her cheek against Tramp's nose as he sought to bury himself in her scent once more.\n\n\"Mmm, feels like you've got one more in you after all, handsome.\" \n\nReaching up, she gently pried his hands off her chest and guided him after her as she climbed onto the bed. She laid on her back, her left foot brushing against his chest fur as he moved up to kneel between her legs. His stiffening shaft bobbed just out of reach, and she smiled, her tongue darting out to lick one of her canines. Tramp lifted her caressing left leg up onto his right shoulder, his hand running down its length from ankle to hip before he took hold of her left thigh. His other hand guided his tip to her entrance, and she closed her eyes. Slowly he brushed his tip along her lips, up and down, up and down. She squirmed, whimpering her need but with her leg held firm against her body there was little she could do to increase the stimulation. Thankfully, he sensed her desire and laid his length along her slit, but instead of entering her he simply thrust against her, rubbing his length along her wet lips. Now she panted, her hands up over her head to grasp at the pillow, the sheets, anything as she tossed her head back and forth. What made it all the more tortuous was the steady creak and groan of the bed just beside her, combined with Lady's muffled, but increasingly louder moans. Balto was certainly giving her what she wanted. Why was Tramp taking so long?\n\nAlmost as though he could read the question on her face, he paused in his thrusts, eliciting a piteous, needy whimper from the husky. She cracked an eye in time to see that sly smirk cross his muzzle. She was about to scold him when his unoccupied left hand reached down to gently part her lips before guiding his tip between them. Jenna sighed happily, arching her back as he entered her. Above her, she watched Tramp stroke her lifted leg with one hand as the other took hold of her hip. He drew back slowly, drawing a long exhale from her before thrusting back in again. He hilted himself inside her and she gasped, but he was already drawing back once more, his eyes drifting closed as he settled into a rhythm. For a long moment, Jenna simply laid back and watched as the mutt, this fireman, set to his task with a will. It struck her as strange that just a month before, he'd only known him by reputation, passed from Chief to Balto to her. \n\nMaybe that had been the first spark in her gut; to get a look at what even the old wolfhound at Marceline called 'the best damned fireman on the W&A'. Her smile grew as she watched him, his mouth already hanging open, tongue lolling as he pounded her hips with ever increasing speed. Then a sharp, stifled yelp drew her gaze to her right.\n\nBeside her and Tramp, Lady and Balto were well and truly entangled now. Her mate was pressed right against the little spaniel's back, still locked in a deep kiss as their bodies ground against each other. Shifting her gaze lower, Jenna saw that Balto had lifted Lady's right leg up to give himself easier access, and she was helping. What drew her attention was the steady, heavy thrusts Balto was delivering to her leaking sex. Even from where she lay, Jenna could tell Balto wasn't quite hilting himself inside Lady, but each time he tried the spaniel gave a muffled yelp. Far from distressed, Lady looked to be at the height of bliss, her left arm pressed down over Balto's across her chest as her right helped to lift her right leg. Even as she watched, Lady began to quiver, craning her head to deepen the kiss as her legs shuddered. Then with a groan that seemed to shake her from head to toe she practically melted in Balto's arms. The wolf-dog drew her closer, breaking the kiss to look her in the eye as they both panted, trying to catch their breath. Before he could say anything, Lady leaned up and kissed him again, her left hand pressing his into her bosom. Balto wasted no time, hefting her leg just a bit higher before resuming his thrusts with renewed vigor. Lady only moaned into his mouth as she seemed to surrender her body entirely to him.\n\nA brief kiss on her ankle brought Jenna's attention sharply back to her own lover. Glancing up, she saw Tramp laughing into her leg fur as he met her gaze. \n\n\"Not a bad show,\" he panted. \"Let's see if we can't draw their attention, huh?\" \n\nJenna barely had time to scrunch up her face in surprise before Tramp wrapped one arm around her upraised leg and shifted just a bit closer to her. The movement made it so he no longer had to thrust into her, but only draw back. Shifting his stance so he legs spread wider (and nudging her own legs further apart) he gave her a bare-toothed grin and let her have it. Each time he rocked against her his furry sack slapped against her rump, and each time the tempo increased. At first she tried to time her breaths with his thrusts, but in moments she was so overcome with pleasure that she let her head slump over to the right and voiced a long, breathy moan that pitched up whenever his hips met hers. The steady impacts made her vision bounce, but she could still see Balto and Lady in the final throes of passion.\n\nEven over Tramp's labored breathing she heard the wet smack of their mates breaking their kiss to join in the shared exultation of coming release. Balto's nostrils flared and his whole body slammed against Lady's back as he filled her again and again; Lady gave a soft cry each time he thrust into her, nuzzling under his chin and kissing his neck.\n\n\"Yes, yes, oh yes,\" was all Jenna could discern, and even then she wasn't quite sure it was Lady speaking. The very same words had become a nearly all-consuming echo in her mind as Tramp pounded her into the mattress, panting like an engine on an incline. And above it all, she could feel the steadily-growing warmth in her gut, pulsing with each slap of Tramp's sack against her rump. She was close, so very close. If only she could make him see…\n\n\"Please Tramp,\" she gasped, \"I need it, please.\"\n\nAt her words, the mutt instant shifted from his manic thrusts to a slow, deep penetration that lifted her rump off the mattress with each stroke. His musk overwhelmed any other scent she might have discerned, and even in her minds eye he was grinning at her, confident in his triumph. She didn't make him wait long to know just how well he'd pleased her. \n\nLetting her tongue loll out again, she gave herself over to the waves of passion crashing over her and let out a soft cry every time he hilted himself inside her. Then, with the suddenness of thunder, she rose to climax, quivering under him even as he continued. Her release seemed to trigger something in the mutt, and he grabbed her upraised leg with both hands as he thrust once, twice, three times in quick succession before he joined her in release. Jenna hummed happily as his love fluid joined hers, filling her sacred passage and spilling out.\n\nDazed, Jenna only vaguely heard Balto and Lady's exclamations before they melted into another long, wet kiss. Her eyelids felt heavy, but she watched as Balto withdrew from Lady's passage and gingerly lowered the spaniel's leg before sinking into the large pillow beneath him. Lady, too, seemed to collapse before her head flopped lazily over and she met her gaze. They shared a secret smile even as Jenna felt Tramp draw back and collapse beside her. Maybe it was just her imagination, but Jenna thought Lady was looking to see if her mate was asleep. Jenna didn't need to look, she could already hear Balto's low, heavy breathing. She suddenly, desperately wanted her mate's arms around her, and began to move toward him, but not before she gave Tramp one last kiss on the cheek. The mutt grinned, though the expression quickly faded as he too drifted off to sleep. Jenna looked back at Lady and shook her head; they giggled softly. \n\nThere was a momentary bit of confusion as they both tried to move past each other without disturbing their mates. Jenna was the first to post up on her elbows and knees, and so she managed to get an arm and a leg past Lady to move over her. For a moment, however, she loomed over the spaniel, elbows and knees posted on either side of her. She would have sworn she hadn't consciously paused, but something held her there, looking down at Lady. For her part, the spaniel merely gazed back at her with that same expression of confused surprise that began to shift into something else. Her cheeks flushed, Jenna glanced to her left and saw Balto sound asleep. When she looked back at Lady, it was clear she'd been examining Tramp just the same. Their eyes met again, and Jenna gave a sheepish smile. Lady smiled back, her expression now seeming more inviting. Jenna leaned closer, a quirk of her brow asking the question she couldn't put into words. Lady's tentative smile broke into a grin and she eagerly leaned up to meet her. A soft squeak escaped the spaniel's muzzle and Jenna felt her whole face flush as her tail whipped back and forth. Maybe it was just the long evening they'd shared together, but in a matter of moments her arms began to quiver and she pulled back from the kiss. Lady almost seemed to chase her retreating muzzle, but sank back onto the pillow as they both caught their breath. \n\nStill blushing fiercely, Jenna shifted past Lady next to Balto, but paused before lying down. The corset still clung to her, and the golden fastenings on the front turned out to be decorative rather than functional. She glanced sideways at Balto, already dozing peacefully, and her ears laid flat at the thought of waking him for something so silly. Still she caught the scent of his musk in the late evening air and wanted nothing more than to mingle her fur with his.\n\nA soft noise made her turn, and she saw Lady kneeling next to Tramp, facing her. It must have been her clearing her throat. \n\"Do you need a hand?\" she said quietly, shuffling a bit closer and motioning to the restricting garment. \nSmiling, Jenna moved to face away from her. \"Yes, please. It's wonderfully supportive, but I don't think we're intended to sleep in it.\"\n\n\"If we are, I'll have words with the tailor that sold it to me,\" the spaniel replied.\n\nThey shared a quiet chuckle as Lady quickly undid the bindings she'd tied not even an hour earlier.\n\n\"Did you mean it when you said I could have this?\" Jenna asked cautiously. \"I don't mean to lighten your wardrobe at the same time I'm taking advantage of your hospitality.\"\n\nLady barked a laugh at that, and they both glanced aside at their mates. Seeing nothing change, the shared a glance and continued. \"Oh there was some taking of advantage this evening, to be sure, but it wasn't in the exchange of an underused outfit.\"\n\n\"It's very comfortable,\" Jenna admitted, sucking in a quick breath as Lady's hands traced the last few bindings at the small of her back. \"Particularly if you're used to being held tightly.\" \n\nShe felt Lady's hands pause at the comment before quickly undoing the final knot and helping her gather the corset forward and away from her body.\n\nJenna let out a breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding and lowered her arms. \"Thank you, Miss Lady,\" she whispered. \"That would have been much more time consuming if I 'd tried myself.\"\n\nThe corset sailed over the foot of the bed just before she felt Lady's hands reach up to rest on her shoulders. \"No trouble at all.\" \n\nSomething in the tone of her voice brought Jenna back to the Endurance, and the brief experiment she'd attempted with Lady and Balto. Rather than turn, she waited, wondering what the spaniel would do with no response. She didn't have long to wait. \n\n\"Comfortable if you're used to being held tight,\" Lady murmured, her hands tracing down Jenna's shoulders to her upper arms, then sliding across to her stomach. \"Did you mean here?\" She wrapped her arms around Jenna's midriff and rested her head on her shoulder. \n\nJenna exhaled softly through her nose, her shoulders rolling back unconsciously.\n\n\"Or more like this,\" Lady whispered with an edge, her hands moving up to cup Jenna's breasts, her fingers digging into the sensitive flesh.\n\n\"Mmmm,\" Jenna moaned, her whole form sagging at Lady's touch. \"That. Definitely that.\"\n\n\"I'll keep that in mind,\" Lady replied sweetly, pressing against her back as she leaned forward to kiss her cheek.\n\nJenna smiled despite herself, reaching up to cup Lady's own cheek in her hand and pivot her muzzle. No sooner had their lips touched than Jenna tilted her head just slightly, deepening the kiss even as she slipped her tongue out to taste Lady's maw. The spaniel barely seemed to notice, until she did. Yet even then, they both gently probed each other for the few fleeting moments before they remembered to breath. Lady gave her a peck on the cheek and moved away.\n\nJenna shifted over to Balto and sank down onto her side next to him. Snuggling up against him, she couldn't help but make a happy noise as his arm slowly wrapped around her, drawing her close. With some difficulty, she managed to gather the bed sheet and pull it over them. Mere feet away, Lady had curled up against Tramp, burying her nose in his chest fur. As she drifted off to sleep, Jenna's mind drifted back to the Endurance, and she had an idea that she thought Lady would appreciate for the next morning.\n\n ****************\n\nMorning came early for Tramp as he drifted out of a pleasant dream. Feeling only their light bedsheets against his frame, he reached out to pull his mate closer but felt nothing. He blinked, finally opening his eyes to see only an empty bed. Just as he began to wonder where his mate and the Seppalas had gone, the sound of the piano drifted up from the parlor. \n\n\"Well, that answers one question,\" he murmured to himself. Swinging his legs off the bed, he rounded the bed and nearly tripped on a discarded robe. He chuckled seeing the monogrammed 'Stud' on the front pocket and threw it on. The hallway was dimly lit in the predawn hours, the only source of light coming from the open parlor vestibule below. Quickly descending the stairs, he approached the parlor's entrance, pausing to peek inside.\n\nBalto sat at the bench dressed in his shirt vest and pants from the night before, playing a meandering melody not unlike Lady's the night before. Tramp's gaze followed Balto's to the top of the piano, and he felt his breath catch in delight. Jenna and Lady lay naked and hogtied in matching bondage, an image of submission and vulnerability. Each was artistically framed, from Lady's fluffy ears spilling out to each side of her head in twin lakes of mahogany fur to Jenna's bushy tail perked over the bound husky like a feather. The gaslight danced across their exposed bodies, painting them in alternating shades of red and bronze and casting soft shadows that hinted at the curves beneath. \n\n\"You're quite the artist, Balto,\" Lady said, flexing her bonds as her bright brown eyes met the wolf-dog's gaze. \"I've never been tied up quite like this before.\"\n\nBalto merely smiled and shrugged, his fingers never missing a beat.\n\n\"For all his attempted modesty, his attention to detail is exquisite,\" Jenna cooed, barely audible over the music. She paused, turning to address her mate directly. \"Not to diminish your skill on the piano, dear. It's been so long since I've heard you play like this.\"\n\nLady nodded enthusiastically, \"It was quite the surprise for me last night.\"\n\nBalto glanced up from the piano. \"Why, thank you, ladies. I'm glad you're enjoying yourselves.\" A smirk crossed his lips. \"If you'd prefer, I can always put my hands to better use.\"\n\n\"Oh, please don't stop playing on our account,\" Jenna insisted, leaning forward as best she could. \"I was just starting to really feel that song.\" \n\nLady nodded vigorously. \"Don't let us distract you.\"\n\nHe continued to play with an intensity that bordered on the erotic. The instrument seemed to tremble at his touch as Jenna and Lady strained against their bonds, their bodies shifting slightly with each movement. Tramp didn't doubt the vibrations of the strings mere inches beneath them were playing merry havoc with their skin pressed against the frame. The ropes were knotted firmly, yet allowed for a stunning display of their captive bodies while ensuring their comfort. Jenna's full breasts rested against the piano's smooth surface, while Lady's soft, smaller chest heaved ever so slightly with each quivering breath. The light caught the gentle swells and cast mesmerizing patterns on the polished wood beneath them.\n\n\"Well, good morning Mr. and Mrs. Seppala.\" Tramp said, his voice low as he walked into the parlor. \"And a hearty good morning to you, Pidge.\" Pausing behind the pianist, he put his hands on his hips and grinned. \"Balto, my friend, you've truly outdone yourself. This is exquisite work.\" \n\nLady flexed her bonds again, batting her eyes at the wolf-dog as she spoke to her mate. \"He certainly has a way with ropes,\" she breathed, a husky tone to her voice that betrayed her arousal. \"I'm sure I look quite the spectacle!\" \n\nTramp smiled, his eyes roaming over their helpless forms. The glow of the lights caressed the women's faces, illuminating the serene expressions of surrender etched upon their features. Their arms were pulled taut behind their backs, wrists and elbows bound tightly together with coils of silk rope that left no room for movement. The bondage was cinched so tightly that the limbs were forced to touch behind the women's backs. Both sets of legs were tied in a similar fashion, with ropes wrapped tightly around their ankles and thighs, binding their legs together and towards their elbows. The mutt noted how their bare paws fit nicely between the flow of their arms, tucked in like they where made just for that spot, toes pointing up at the back of their heads. \n\nBalto's fingers continued to glide effortlessly over the keys. \"Thank you,\" he replied. His eyes met Tramp's for just a moment, and he smiled. \"I just hope my little concert didn't wake you.\"\n\n\"This is a surprise any man would be glad to wake up to.\" Tramp circled around the grand piano, his hazel eyes taking in the erotic display from every angle. \"Even if the sun is just starting to rise.\" \n\nLady turned her head to look at Balto, her brow raised. \"I'm sure that's not all that's starting to rise,\" she purred, a sly smile playing on her lips.\n\nBalto leaned in to plant a slow, lingering kiss on Lady's lips. Their breath mingled as they kissed, the soft sound of their lips meeting barely audible in the music's brief pauses. Playing the piano one-handed, Balto continued to explore the cocker's mouth with his own as his free hand caressed her cheek. The spaniel moaned softly into his mouth in reply, her body arching up against the ropes that held her in place. \n\nThe terrier felt a jolt of desire course through him at the sight, his own arousal growing as he watched his wife and her friend entwined in such an intimate embrace. He could see the evidence of Lady's arousal, her nipples hardening against the cool surface of the piano, her breath coming faster through the wolf-dog's lips. Finally, Balto broke the kiss, turning back to the piano as Lady panted to catch her breath. \n\nAs much as he enjoyed watching his wife's pleasure, Tramp couldn't help but shift his gaze to the equally-helpless husky laid out before him. He smiled mischievously as he leaned over the piano, placing a hand on each side of Jenna. \n\n\"And you, my dear,\" he teased. \"You look far too comfortable for this to be new to you.\"\n\nJenna arched her bound body, her eyes locked with Tramp's. \"When it comes to pleasure,\" she replied, her voice low and simmering, \"I've always looked for a bit of extra spice.\" She glanced over at Balto, who met her gaze and winked. \"Lucky for me I found someone who doesn't mind coming along for the ride.\"\n\nThere came a gasp as Lady and Balto locked lips again. The music became simpler again as Balto shifted his focus to the spaniel's enjoyment.\n\n\"Well,\" Tramp said, grinning widely, \"it seems you ladies are alike in more ways than we thought.\" \n\nJenna let out a soft laugh, her naked body writhing against her bonds. \"So it would seem.\" A soft whine from Lady made her shiver with delight. \"And what about you?\" \n\nTramp ears snapped forward. \"Lady and I have always been eager to explore,\" he confessed, running a hand along the curve of Jenna's hip. \"I'm usually the one holding the ropes, but that doesn't make it any less fun.\" He paused with his hand on her rump, squeezing as he eyed her. \"And speaking of fun, what's your pleasure this morning?\"\nJenna writhed slightly against her bonds, her body responding to Tramp's touch. \"Mmm, that's a good start.\"\n\nThe mutt leaned forward to press a kiss to the top of the husky's bound left foot. She let out a soft gasp, her body tensing and straining the ropes. He traced his tongue across both paws, gently caressing each digit as Jenna began to quiver at his touch. Tramp's hands glided up her leg, feeling the silky smooth fur and the curve of her calf muscles. \n\nThe music took on a more sultry tone as Balto's lips left the cocker spaniel's with a wet smack. The spaniel's gaze flickered to Jenna, bound and beautiful beside her. As Balto's fingers moved deftly across the ivory keys, the two women exchanged knowing glances, their restrained bodies trembling with anticipation.\n\n\"Well, Miss Lady,\" Jenna began, her voice deep as Tramp continued to lavish attention on her legs, his lips and tongue exploring her from toe to hip. \"I must say, this has been a wonderful distraction. We were very fortunate to bump into you again.\" She arched her back as Tramp strayed close to her tail. \"And what a delightful coincidence that our tastes in husbands are so... compatible.\"\n\nLady let out a delighted laugh, her eyes sparkling with mischief. \"It's almost as if fate herself has conspired to bring us all together.\" The spaniel couldn't help but turn her gaze back to Balto. \"Handsome dogs and beautiful ladies.\" \n\nBalto grinned, his fingers still dancing across the keys. \"Not to mention a shared love of music.\"\n\n\"Absolutely,\" Lady enthused, nodding to Tramp. \"I know I speak for both of us when I say you and Jenna have been an absolute delight.\" Quirking an eyebrow, she looked back to Balto. \"And after all, none of this would have happened had it not been for you.\"\n\nTramp chuckled, his gaze lingering on the bound women before him. Jenna and Lady squirmed against their bonds, their bodies undulating in perfect harmony with the melody. He reached out, trailing his fingers along Lady's flushed cheek. \"Indeed.\" The terrier couldn't help but lightly swat Lady's upturned hip. \"Only with fine company like this could a man wake up to such a spectacle and not mind their empty stomach.\" \n\nLady shuddered at his touch, her eyes closing in pleasure as she tried in vain to stifle a moan. \n\nBalto let out a laugh. \"Well, after last night's performance was so delightfully interrupted, I thought it would do to have a bit of an encore before breakfast.\" He shot a wink at Tramp and allowed a little ragtime to enter the tune.\n\nTramp ran his fingers down Lady's bare shoulder. \"Well, as delicious as this display is, it won't fill a belly. I'm feeling more like bacon and eggs.\" \n\n\"I'm a little tied up at the moment, otherwise I would start setting the table,\" Lady said as she arched her back, straining against her bonds as Tramp's fingers danced along her exposed skin. \n\n\"Never you mind that.\" Tramp placed a gentle kiss on her head. \"I'll take care of it.\" He made to leave, but paused at the doorway to the vestibule. \"Still I hate to miss out on the company of two lovely ladies…\"\n\nBalto's fingers paused on the keys, his gaze flicking towards Jenna and Lady. The three shared a playful giggle, and he resumed playing, the music now resuming a more sultry tone. \"There's nothing saying we couldn't all move to the kitchen.\" \n\nThe intimate atmosphere intensified, and the ladies' breathing quickened in sync with the increasing tempo, their bodies arching ever so slightly as the music washed over them. Lady and Jenna exchanged glances, their eyes shining with anticipation. The prospect of remaining in their compromised positions only seemed to heighten their arousal. Lady's hips bucked, seeking friction and release while Jenna's pursed her lips, her arousal evident in her heaving chest and flushed cheeks.\n\n\"Now there's a thought,\" Tramp replied, moving over to Jenna's side. \"Though it's a shame to ruin such artistry.\"\n\nBalto waved the concern away, and the mutt traced his hands along Jenna's arms, finding the knot between her outstretched hands and upturned legs. Deft fingers easily undid the connection and Jenna sighed as her legs came free. She winced as the rush of blood brought feeling back to her feet, and Tramp quickly stroked and brushed along her legs to ease the discomfort. Once she was satisfied, he helped her slide off the piano and stand, her arms still bound at the elbow and wrist behind her back. Making a quick loop with the extra rope, he slipped it over Jenna's head and around her neck. The husky blushed at the impromptu leash, but smiled when she saw Balto's hungry gaze.\n\nTramp looked to Lady, who'd been watching this all with a curious expression. Catching her mate's eye, then Balto's, she cleared her throat. \n\n\"You know,\" she began, her gaze flitting to Jenna for just a moment, \"if we're going to stay like this, there's something I've always wanted to try…\"\n\n\"Oh?\" Jenna replied as Balto quirked an eyebrow.\n\n\"Well, it wouldn't be a proper breakfast without fruit, and with all the lovely attention we received last night I wouldn't mind feeling your hands all over me again.\" She was looking at Balto, but when he glanced at Jenna she did too. Sensing at least he wasn't following, she continued in a quieter tone, \"I don't remember what it's called. We'd slice up some fruit and...I'd be the platter it's served on.\"\n\nBalto's eyes widened, but he never so much as missed a note. Jenna meanwhile began to grin. \n\n\"Well, maybe while Balto's...sampling the fruit I can give Tramp a hand with breakfast?\"\n\nThe four of them exchanged inquisitive, excited glances. Tramp wondered if it was his imagination that the song ended a bit sooner than it should have. Balto rounded the piano and crouched low, hefting Lady up into his arms with little apparent effort.\n\n\"Show-off,\" the mutt grumbled over a smile.\n\n\"Just bringing the platter,\" Balto rumbled playfully.\n\n\"Take care not to drop it,\" Jenna warned as Tramp lead her by the leash out into the vestibule, \"or else Tramp will have us both out on the street, and me without a thing to wear.\"\n\n\"Don't give him any more ideas,\" Lady cut in, laughing as Balto's arms added yet another layer to her arousing restraint.\n\n\"Oh don't you worry, darling,\" Tramp called back, twirling the loose rope around his finger as they walked, \"I've already got plenty.\"\n\nThe delicious aroma of bacon soon filled the air, competing with the scent of freshly-sliced peaches. Tramp leaned back against a nearby counter, keeping half an eye on the strips of pork, but most of his attention was focused on Jenna. The husky knelt in front of him, the picture of submission; her arms were still bound at the elbow and wrist behind her back, her ears laid flat, her eyes closed. Though the sizzling pan made it harder to hear, he could just pick out the soft chupping sound Jenna made as she bobbed her head on his hardening member. After the night they'd all had, he frankly hadn't been sure what to expect but it seemed everyone was more than ready for another round.\n\nSpeaking of everyone, he mused, turning his gaze to where Balto sat. The wolf-dog didn't seem to notice, not that Tramp could blame him. Laid out before him on the table-clothed surface was an impressive and delectable sight. Lady was leaned all the way back from a spread-legged kneeling position, her bound arms tucked between her and the cushion they'd plucked from the love seat. A smaller pillow supported her head, making her body an almost flat surface to work upon. The fruit selection had been limited to peaches and apples, but the men had made quick work of slicing them, and Balto was in the midst of carefully positioning each piece on Lady's supine form. Now and then he would pause to press his lips to Lady's body, making her quiver with anticipation.\n\nTurning his attention back to Jenna, the mutt set aside his spatula and cupped both sides of her head, brushing her ears with the pads of his thumbs. Jenna looked up through lidded eyes, still bobbing her head and moaning softly. He grinned, tightening his grip as he began to guide her a bit faster. The husky only moaned louder, nuzzling against his palms. The sight sent a shiver down his back, and he grit his teeth around a smile when she seized on his hesitation and curled her tongue around his shaft.\n\nJust then, the passionate quiet was shattered by a rapid pounding from the vestibule. Tramp tensed, his grip tightening enough to elicit a muffled yelp from Jenna. Wincing, he immediately released her ears and stroked them plaintively, murmuring an apology.\n\n\"Wouldn't you know it,\" Lady groaned. \"Even a two-day respite can't keep the railroad away.\" She sighed. \"Chief wouldn't send someone for us unless it was an emergency, would he?\"\n\nThe pounding came again, even louder this time.\n\n\"Well, whoever it is, they're not going away.\" Tramp eased back, pulling his shaft from Jenna's muzzle. \"I'll go see what this is all about.\" Pausing, he bent to kiss the husky's forehead. \"Be back in a minute.\"\n\nEven as he bustled into the main hall, he could see someone in the cloudy window glass by the front door. The knocking came again.\n\n\"Alright, alright, I'm coming,\" Tramp called, checking that his robe was securely tied as he grumbled to himself. \"Who on earth comes knocking at this hour of the morning?\"\n\nTossing back the bolt and chain, the mutt prepared a scowl for the unexpected visitor and almost immediately dropped it when he recognized a smaller version of himself. \n\n\"Morning, Dad,\" the smaller mutt, trying to duck past him. \"No time to chat, gotta run.\"\n\nCatching his son by the collar of his shirt, Tramp stifled a laugh and put on a serious tone.\n\n \"Hold on a minute. Just where have you been all night?\" Belatedly, he realized they'd been very lucky that Scamp and Angel had been out the previous night. He'd have to keep their schedules in mind if the Seppalas stopped by again. \"And why the hurry? If you're just coming home doesn't that mean you're off for the day?\"\n\nHuffing, Scamp half turned to face him, still trying to wriggle loose. \"I wish. Old man Slade's got Angel and I on a slow freight all the way to Atlanta coming back tomorrow.\" When Tramp still didn't let go, he spun around and whined, \"C'mon, Dad, I'm gonna be late. Bad enough I left my key back at the station, and we'll both need a change of clothes.\"\n\nTramp chuckled as he nudged Scamp toward the stairs. \"Well, far be it from me to delay the best conductor on the W&A. Go on.\" He turned to shut the front door.\n\nScamp dashed across the vestibule before pausing mid-stride. \"Wait, is that bacon?\" His son sucked in a deep breath just as he looked back at him, missing the dawning horror on Tramp's face. \"Oh, I can't pass that up.\" And he jogged toward the kitchen.\n\n\"Hold on, Whirlwind,\" Tramp called, but it was too late. Even as he watched, Scamp rounded the corner into the kitchen and froze in his tracks. Pinching his brow, Tramp bounded after him, wondering just how he was going to explain the debaucherous sight. \"Scamp...\" he began, just as he rounded the corner and slammed to a stop himself.\n\nBalto sat at the kitchen table, a small bowl of apple and peaches in front of him, in the middle of chewing. The cushion and pillow were nowhere to be seen, not to mention Lady. Peeking around the cabinets to the stove, Jenna was also gone. Tramp shut his eyes and let out a breath as Balto cleared his throat, a disarming smile already crossing his muzzle.\n\n\"Good morning,\" he said cheerily, motioning to the young mutt with his fork. \"Scamp, right?\"\n\n\"Uh, yeah, that's me,\" Scamp stammered, his ears drooping. \"Oh no, am I getting sacked?\"\n\nBalto burst out laughing, and Tramp couldn't help but chuckle too.\n\n\"No, no,\" Balto managed, waving his hand. \"I didn't mean to give you a scare.\"\n\nBy now, Tramp had collected himself and chimed in, \"Mister Seppala was in the neighborhood and joined us for breakfast.\"\n\n\"Oh, phew,\" Scamp panted, his whole form relaxing. He looked again at the sizzling pan and strode over to it. \"Do you mind if I take a few strips, Dad?\"\n\nTramp glanced at Balto, who winked just before he suddenly clamped his muzzle shut and coughed. That drew Scamp's attention again, and Balto cleared his throat.\n\n\"Don't mind me, something just went down the wrong tube.\" He cleared his throat again, glaring at his bowl. \"That's what I get for speaking with my mouth full.\"\n\nDespite what the GM had said, Tramp noticed his ears were laid back and the hackles on the back of his neck were up. Scamp seemed puzzled, too. Moving between them, Tramp shifted the pan off the hot plate and scooped a few slices of bacon onto a bit of parchment paper. Wrapping it up quickly, he handed the bundle to Scamp and nudged him toward the doorway. \n\n\"That should tide you over, now go on, didn't you say you had to run?\"\n\n\"Oh right!\" the boy gasped, thundering up the stairs and out of site. \n\nTramp watched the ceiling, listening at the distant sound of dresser drawers as he walked back out into the vestibule. He was waiting at the bottom of the stairs when Scamp dashed down a few moments later.\n\n\"Bye Dad, tell Mom I said hi,\" he called over his shoulder, pausing just long enough to shut the door behind him.\n\nTramp let out a deep sigh and shook his head over a smile. Quickly locking the front door again, he returned to the kitchen, where Balto was staring accusingly down at his lap.\n\n\"All you had to do was wait and be quite for a minute.\"\n\nTwo lovely voices giggled from underneath the table.\n\n\"Where's the fun in that?\" came Jenna's teasing tone.\n\nBlinking rapidly, Tramp lifted the table cloth, revealing the two ladies kneeling side by side between the wolf-dog's legs. Somehow they'd managed to undo Balto's belt and trouser buttons, even with their hands still tied firmly behind their backs. They'd even teased his hardening member out from his undergarments. \n\n\"Did you really want to explain to Whirlwind what you're doing all tied up like that?\" Tramp cut in, helping to guide Lady, then Jenna out from under the table. \"Never mind Miss Jenna.\"\n\nLady quirked an eyebrow at him as she stood. \"He's old enough to know that pups don't come from the stork, you and I already talked him through that.\"\n\nTramp pinched his brow. \"That's not what I mean, and you know it. I know he takes after me in all the worst ways some times, and I want him to see us in love with each other, but he does not need to see us like this.\"\n\n\"Well,\" Jenna cut in, grinning at Lady, \"thankfully he didn't notice.\" She strode over to Tramp, her hips swaying as a different expression crossed her face. \"Now, I'm starting to get an itch I can't scratch. Could you lend me a hand? I tend to get downright insubordinate when I'm...itchy.\"\n\nTramp's brow shot up, but he grinned back at her and took the dangling leash in his hand.\n\n\"Do you need me to go run a bath for you, Miss Lady?\" he heard Balto say. \"I'm afraid the juices might stain your lovely fur.\"\n\n\"I have a better idea,\" came the sultry reply.\n\nGlancing over at the two of them, Tramp watched a still-bound Lady nudge Balto back into his chair before straddling his waist and thrusting her bosom against his muzzle.\n\n\"I'm sure your tongue will do just as good a job,\" she said sweetly. \"And besides, I'm starting to get a bit itchy myself.\"\n\nJenna cleared her throat and he turned back to her. The husky raised her brow as if to say, 'Eyes here' and sauntered over to another chair before taking a seat and spreading her legs. Still holding the leash, Tramp knelt before her and shifted her legs up onto his shoulders, pulling her closer. As he ran his tongue along her wet slit, he heard her moan.\n\n\"Mmm,\" Lady hummed from somewhere nearby. \"Let's not wait until the next time you're just passing through.\"\n\n\"I couldn't agree more,\" Jenna groaned happily. \n\n\"I'll leave our address on a card,\" Balto murmured between little gasps from Lady. \"Maybe we can return the favor soon.\"\n\nTramp grinned, delving his tongue into Jenna's sacredness, his hands tracing up her sides.\n\nShe gasped, crossing her legs behind his back. \"Why wait?\" she panted. \"We can have a day in town. Ah! Balto and I can go back to the Endurance for a change of clothes - oh yes keep doing that - and we'll meet you at the Diamond Horseshoe.\"\n\n\"Ooh, that sounds lovely,\" Lady cooed in a tone of equal arousal and pleasure. \"We haven't been to the Horseshoe in ages, and I wouldn't mind another swing around the dance floor. What do you say?\"\n\n\"Consider it done,\" Balto rumbled, his voice muffled by Lady's chest.\n\n\"And speaking of returning the favor...\" Lady murmured.\n\nTramp heard the creak of Balto's chair and a brief shuffle of feet before Balto exhaled noisily, joined by a low moan from Lady. Glancing up, he saw Jenna looking intently over his head. He drew back, eliciting a gasp from Jenna as he shifted her legs off his shoulders. Standing, he licked his lips and pressed them against hers. Jenna leaned in eagerly, arching her back, and when they broke the kiss she was panting. He lifted the leash and beckoned her up. When she stood, he quickly guided her around the table to stand opposite their mates. \n\nLady was straddling Balto's lap, her bound arms facing them and her ears tossed back. Balto's hands guided her hips as she bounced up and down, her soft moans competing with the wet slap of fur on fur. Tramp noticed Jenna shiver briefly and her ears laid back. Nudging her against the table, he put a hand on her back and gently pushed her down. The cushion from the love seat gave her something soft to rest on, and she turned her head to one side, still able to watch their mates but also him. Tramp stilled her wagging tail and brushed it aside, taking her rump in one hand as the other guided his stiffening shaft to her entrance.\n\n\"I thought you'd like that,\" he said with a grin. \"Now why don't we do something about that itch?\"\n\n\"Please,\" was the last, dreamy reply Tramp heard before wet warmth around his member and the intermingled moans of two ladies became his whole world. He couldn't help but notice that his mate and Balto's would occasionally lock eyes and smile. Whatever Lady and Jenna were thinking of next, he couldn't imagine how it would top the last half a day, but he'd thought that before, and was always happy to be proven wrong. \n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "Jenna watched out of the corner of her eye as Lady and Tramp walked out into the hall, leaving her alone with Balto. She wouldn't mind a nice soak in the tub herself, truth be told, but she had a feeling there'd be more love-making before the night was up. She slide up beside her mate, wrapping an arm across his broad chest as she leaned in for a kiss. He happily obliged, one arm pulling her closer as the other stroked her back. She hummed happily into his muzzle as they parted, licking her lips.

"Feeling all right, darling?" she said, letting her hand wander down his side. "I didn't quite have the same view of you as usual, but I suppose I didn't really need it. Seeing the look on Miss Lady's face was a treat itself."

Balto chuckled softly. "She seemed to enjoy herself, didn't she?" The hand holding her close slid down her side to cup her rump. "Considering you watched us without so much as a sound, I'm guessing you did too."

"Always so modest," Jenna chided playfully. "By the look on her face you gave her the ride of her life."

"I wasn't exactly alone in that." He paused in stroking her back. "Seems like Tramp knows what he's doing when it comes to all sorts of dancing."

Jenna furrowed her brow. "Was that too much for tonight? You two seemed to get on well enough."

"Oh he's a good man, and a fine husband from all I've seen, it's just odd seeing him on the other side of Lady." His muzzle became a thin line, and his ears laid back. "Not just seeing him, but practically feeling him, too." Perhaps seeing her concerned expression, he cleared his throat. "Not that I didn't enjoy myself, Jen."

"I thought that since you two had shared me on the Endurance it wouldn't be so different with Lady."

Balto chuckled, and she raised a brow. "That's just it, Jen. I can lose myself when it's you and I. Sharing you, as long as you're happy, I can manage. Sharing another woman with her husband? That's something else entirely."

Jenna touched her nose to his. "I didn't realize you were still conflicted, darling. I'm sorry." A quick kiss on his lips. "Even though we know the Dears fairly well by now?"

He tilted his head, thoughtful. "It's still something I'm getting used to. It's not like I've had other opportunities to practice."

"But you're not uncomfortable," she pressed, caressing his cheek with her hand. "Not feeling put upon or obligated?"

"Not at all, my dear," he soothed, chuckling again. "How could I possibly feel that way around you?"

Jenna pursed her lips, resting her head on his chest. "What if I wasn't here?"

Balto was quiet for a minute at that, staring over her shoulder as he continued to stroke her back. "I think that would be hard for me, not having you here." He looked her in the eyes. "It's not that I mind...tending to Lady, but it's seeing you enjoy it that does the most for me. If you weren't here, I don't know if I could even perform."

Jenna leaned up and kissed him. "Well, you don't have to worry about that. I'm not going anywhere." She nuzzled against his neck and whispered in his ear, "And besides, I do kind of like seeing you give her a thrill. Letting her get a taste of what I have for the rest of my life."

She felt him rumble in agreement as he nuzzled against her neck. "Do you think she feels the same way about sharing Tramp with you?"

"Maybe," Jenna hedged, "but I think her thrill is more in who she's with." She looked meaningfully at him. "I, on the other hand, get to marvel at how no one else in Nome had a clue what they were missing. Though I think Dixie at least could guess."

Balto arched an eyebrow and grinned. "She won't be putting any of her torrid fantasies in that gossip column of hers, will she?"

"Be nice," she scolded lightly, "but no, though she lives for the sensational and dabbles in the speculative, I don't think she'd ever be so self-indulgent." When Balto raised his brow, she added, "There's also no scandal in a man loving his wife." Her hand stroked his shaft. "Well."

"Not in loving his wife," Balto agreed, "but however well he does it, loving another man's wife would make the papers."

Jenna smiled, shaking her head. Suddenly, she thought of the afternoon tea with her friends not two weeks ago that Tramp had so casually interrupted. His comments had been friendly and innocent enough on their face, but both Sylvie and Dixie had seen something between them that Jenna thought had been carefully obfuscated. She hoped Dixie never managed to corner Tramp. Not that he would spill the beans, but Dixie could be a regular bloodhound when she thought she'd scented a story.

Something in her expression must have tipped Balto off, because he cocked his head and raised his brow in an unspoken question.

"Just thinking about the show you gave me," she replied with a sly smile. It wasn't exactly untrue. "Especially Lady. Do I look like that, when it's just you and I?"

"Like her? No."

Jenna drew back and stared at him quizzically. "Then, how-"

"When you look at me while we're tangled up, I feel like a young engineer again. Like we're back in that little back room at the Nome engine house with the northern lights as a backdrop."

Jenna smiled warmly and batted his ear. "I could say the same thing, but I'm more taken by the older powerhouse you've grown into. And I'm not the only one." She ran her hand down his arm, squeezing here and there. "Don't think I've missed Lady admiring these pistons either."

"What can I say?" Balto smiled and shrugged. "I had a patient teacher."

"And an eager one at that," Jenna gave him a peck on the cheek and crawled on top of him. "I know that first time on the Endurance was my idea, and I'm so glad you played along." She leaned down and kissed him on the nose. "It seems like we've made fast friends with the Dears, considering they invited us into their home for more than just a nightcap. I hope you're enjoying this, at least as much as I am."

Balto placed his hands on her hips, giving her a cock-eyed grin. "Jen, I'd be hard-pressed to not enjoy myself whenever you're around."

She rocked her hips side to side, grinding against his waist. The feel of his member growing hard beneath her only served to make her panted breaths more pronounced. "As long as I'm around, hmm?" She worked her hips against his, mimicking a slow thrusting motion as she tapped her lips with a finger in exaggerated thought. "What about me and someone else?"

Balto raised an eyebrow. "I suppose that would depend on who the other person was."

"Well, you know I always struggle to find something for you at the holidays, even your birthday." She paused, grinning at his puzzled expression. "But now I think I've got just the thing."

He gave a playful scowl and squeezed her rump with both hands. "And you're just going to tease me with that fact, not even give me a hint?"

"Oh my darling," Jenna purred, "if you think this is teasing, you haven't seen anything yet."

Smiling, she leaned down and pressed her lips to his, moaning into his muzzle as their chest fur melded together.

"Imagine Miss Lady and I are yours for the evening," she whispered, "to do with what you want."

Balto gave a small smile, tracing his hands up her sides.

"Imagine I give her a little something to wear, maybe that little dress you always say fits me just right, but we both know it's too small for me by far." She kissed his neck and nudged his chin with her nose. "What if I wore that, and Lady has something even better? I think she'd look very nice in one of my vests, and not a single thing else. You always like seeing me peel out of my banker's suit, don't you? What about her?"

"You're absolutely devious," he growled, but the grin splitting his muzzle told her all she needed to know.

"I'm inspired," she replied, brushing her hands across his chest and tracing the muscles with her fingers. "I saw how much you enjoyed our little strip show on the Endurance."

Balto's smile faded and she saw the start of a frown. "And what about Tramp?"

"What do you mean?"

"Surely he won't just sit idly by while you and Miss Lady, well, treat me?"

Jenna pursed her lips and nodded. "No, but I'd imagine Miss Lady is more than capable of making the evening up to him."

"Or perhaps you and Miss Lady could repay him in kind?" Balto's tone was flat, but she could feel his grip on her loosening and cocked her head.

"Perhaps, but we're getting ahead of ourselves here. Suppose we can arrange for Tramp to be otherwise occupied. Would that be enough?" She watched as he furrowed his brow, then nodded. "There's nothing saying I'd do the same for him. This is my gift to you, dear."

"And I can't help but think Tramp might feel vaguely cheated if he's not given the same treatment."

Jenna nodded seriously, then gave a broad smile. "Fair. Let me have a word with Lady and see if we can't come up with a nice compromise then." She worked her hips back and forth, grinding her slit against his hardening member. "In the meantime, you've got a bit of work ahead of you yet."

"Nothing involving you could ever possibly be work, Jen," he replied with a grin.

"Oh? Don't be so sure."

She moved back, rubbing her wet entrance along his shaft as she kissed her way down his neck and chest to his waist. Her lips found his furry sack first, sucking on one side then the other before tracing a line of saliva along the underside of his shaft. He gave a soft groan, looking down at her with smiling eyes, and she giggled as she kissed his tip. The taste was different, but not nearly enough to distract her. Without breaking eye contact, she pursed her lips and began suckling on the tip, running her tongue in circles around it as she did. Balto's hand clenched the bed sheets beneath him and he hissed out a breath through his nose. Smiling, she drew back nudging his shaft with her nose and kissing it wherever her stroking fingers weren't.

"Jen," he whispered.

"Mm-hmm, I know, but you're going to have wait." She wrapped her lips around his shaft and dipped down, taking him up to the hilt just once before drawing back with a satisfied sigh. "Didn't you always say that waiting was what made it special?"

Balto chuckled and reached down to cup her cheek with one hand. "Whatever I did to deserve you, it couldn't possibly have been enough."

Jenna drew herself up on all fours and planted her elbows on either side of his waist. Squeezing her breasts together, she leaned up and enveloped his shaft between them. "It sounds like I'm doing my job well, then."

She began bouncing her chest, stroking him between her ample bosom as he laid his head back, panting and groaning at her touch. She kept on, working her shoulders back and forth to make sure she felt every inch of him. They'd been together for some time, and she knew what drove him crazy, in all the best ways. Just as she was beginning to feel that familiar warm ache again, her ears perked up at the sound of footfalls in the hallway.

Out of the corner of her eye she spotted the Dears coming back in. Lady had on a monogrammed robe with her name where a chest pocket might be, while Tramp wore only a towel. As Jenna drew off of Balto's length with a satisfied gasp, Tramp grinned while Lady only rolled her eyes over a smile.

"You see?" the mutt said, indicating Jenna and apparently continuing a discussion. "If we aren't even done yet, what's the point of covering up? It's not even cool in here."

Lady started to respond, then frowned and moved over to the windows. Sliding them open one by one, she spoke over her shoulder, "The breeze should help with that, and even so, it's nice to wear something comfortable after a bath." She turned to Jenna, all smiles. "The tub's all yours, if you'd like it."

Jenna nodded appreciatively, then looked at Tramp, and the towel that barely hide a growing erection. "Would you mind if I borrowed Tramp a moment? He'd never admit it, but I've been teasing my dear Balto since you left and I wouldn't mind a little extra fun myself."

Tramp had only to glance at Lady before the cocker spaniel waved him toward the two. Without any preamble, he shed his towel and spread his arms.

"Where do you want me, Miss Jenna?" he quipped.

"Just here," Jenna replied sweetly, patting the bed behind her. Turning, she held out a hand to Balto. "Feeling up for another, my love?"

Balto grinned and let her guide him up to his knees. She moved up to him, both of them kneeling on the bed as she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him passionately. His arms found her hips and he began working his fingers into her fur as she deepened the kiss. A particularly hard squeeze made her lean back, gasping over a smile, a small trail of saliva linking their muzzles.

"I'll take that as a yes," she managed, panting slightly, before turning herself around and moving back against his chest. She cooed at the feeling of his stiffening member rubbing between her legs, and gasped as one of his hands came up underneath her arm to grasp one of her breasts, his fingers instinctively finding her nipple and squeezing. She flagged her tail to the side and leaned back to kiss him on the cheek, then sank slowly to all fours and presented herself.

In front of her, very suddenly at eye level, Tramp's own member was bobbing just out of reach. Glancing up, she saw the mutt watching her intently, his eyes narrowed and his muzzle split in a grin. Lady peeked over her mate's shoulder, one hand practically petting his neck as the other reached down to wrap around his length and begin stroking.

"Well, isn't that a pretty sight?" Lady murmured.

"Not as pretty as you, Pidge," Tramp rumbled, turning to give her a peck on the cheek.

Lady giggled and gave his shaft a gentle squeeze. "Flatterer." Gazing down at Jenna, she grinned. "Are you ready?"

"Aching," the husky replied, licking her lips and opening her maw.

With a small swat on his backside, Lady nudged Tramp forward. "Better get started, mister." She crawled over next to Balto and leaned in for a tongue-tying kiss before glancing down at Jenna's upturned rump. "My, I'm not sure who has the better view."

Jenna meanwhile had waited with face upturned for Tramp to move closer. Lady's encouragement seemed all he needed, and he shuffled toward her, his shaft bobbing up and down as the bed creaked beneath him. Her tongue darted out to taste his tip when it tapped her on the nose, and she heard the mutt gasp. Gently, she wrapped her lips around it and moaned, knowing the vibrations would travel along his length. Tramp groaned and shut his eyes, just what she had expected. Without another word, she rocked her body forward, burying her nose in his stomach fur as his shaft hit the back of her throat. She felt as much as heard Tramp let out a sharp breath, and one on of his hands came up to cup the side of her face. She nuzzled against it and began rocking back and forward, letting his shaft pump in and out of her drooling maw.

Behind her, she heard Lady make an appreciative noise and felt her hand on her rump.

"Now if that's not an invitation, I don't know what is."

The growl she heard from Balto made her shiver. His wolf side always gave her a happy feeling in her gut, particularly when she could only guess at what he was doing. Of course, when his hands joined Lady's on her rump, it wasn't hard to guess. The tip of his shaft brushing against her wet lips confirmed it, and she moaned around Tramp's shaft. Even as she rocked back and forth, she felt Balto's grip tighten as Lady's hand moved to her tail, running her fingers through the silky fur. The bed creaked beneath them as Balto moved up against her, hilting inside her when she rocked backward. She gave a muffled cry and pulled off of Tramp's shaft with a wet gasp. Feeling the mutt still thrusting, she wrapped a hand around his length and stroked it as she glanced back at her mate.

He was already hunching over, his fingers digging into the fur around her tail as his shaft pumped in and out in a steady rhythm. His eyes flicked to hers. She grinned a toothy grin, her body shifting each time his hips met hers with a satisfying smack. He bared his teeth in a matching smile and licked his lips. The sight sent a shiver up her spine and she knew in that moment she had to have more. Her hand reached out to rest on his, and she jerked her head toward Tramp. Balto's confident expression shifted slightly, but she simply curled her fingers around his and pulled him gently against her, hilting him inside her before she turned back to Tramp.

The mutt was still thrusting almost mechanically into her hand, his tongue lolling from his mouth as he looked down at her. The expression on his face was almost pitiful need, and she smiled up at him. With a final squeeze around Balto's hand, she slipped hers from his grasp and took hold of Tramp's hip, pulling him toward her open, drooling maw. When his shaft brushed along her tongue, she felt as much as heard him give a shaky whine, and he obediently followed her guiding hand, shifting toward her until her nose pressed into his short pelvic fur. With a soft moan, Jenna let her hands drop to support herself as she gloried in the feeling. Behind her, Balto's breathing was heavy, but steady as she rubbed her rump against him, working his shaft around inside her. Her tongue curled around Tramp's shaft as she began to suckle on it, drawing low moans from the fireman.
 
Experimentally, she rocked forward, burying her nose in Tramp's stomach fur and making the mutt groan. Almost before she could draw back, Balto pulled her the scant inches she's managed back onto his shaft, a forceful breath hissing from his nostrils. A long moan meant to urge them on turned to a stifled yelp as Tramp took her head carefully in his hands and pulled her back toward him. Balto gave a predatory growl and guided her back, eliciting another muffled cry. This time, she heard Tramp chuckle as his thumbs caressed between her ears. He barely needed to move that time as she began rocking with them, her rump bouncing off Balto's hips as her nose did the same off Tramp's. In moments, they'd settled into a rhythm broken only by the panting breath of the two men and her own gasping, gulping moans.

Jenna let her eyes drift closed and surrendered to the whims of her mate and Lady's. For a moment, she wondered what she must look like to the little spaniel. Would she still be perched just behind Tramp, or had she found somewhere comfortable to lounge and watch the lewd display? Just as quickly, the thought was overpowered by the smell of sweat and competing male musks. Tramp's own male scent was almost overpowering, if only because she could hardly avoid being buried in it each time his shaft hit the back of her throat. Nevertheless, Balto's distinct wolfish sign found her nostrils and the combined effects of those scents and being so completely in their power made her arms quiver. Her legs were shaky too even as her toes curled with each thrust at either end. She was getting close, and expected they were as well.

Almost as if her thoughts had summoned it, a low growl escaped Balto's lips, and her suspicions were confirmed. She rocked back hard against him, moaning as her hand grasped for his. He took it and brought it to his lips for the briefest instant before squeezing it and shifting closer still, push her nose into Tramp's waist. Her tail thrashed happily back and forth as her hips rocked side to side, letting her hook her legs behind his knees.

Tramp paused his thrusts as she suddenly deep-throated his length, her moans sending vibrations up his spine. He likely would have pulled back at the equally sudden gurgled sounds she was making if she hadn't wrapped her arms around his waist and held him there. She opened her eyes then, meeting his questioning gaze with the most lustful, pleading stare she could conjure. She needed this, wanted this so badly. Her head was swimming with pleasure, and she practically hung from the mutt's waist. She saw him look up past her and toward Balto. A grin split the half-smile on his muzzle and he nodded. When he met her gaze again she knew her message had come through loud and clear.

Unseen, but felt with every strand of fur on her quivering rump, Balto stilled her fluttering tail with one hand and dug his fingers into her flesh with the other, his breath hot against her back as he hunched over and began pounding her against Tramp's choking girth with gusto. Jenna's ears lay flat against her skull and her tail beat a frantic melody against Balto's stomach. Quivering limbs held her up, though for how much longer? The thought vanished like smoke in a gale. With every stroke shaking her body, pressing her against Tramp's waist, her frantic breaths hissed from her nostrils, drowning her olfactory senses with the fireman's musk. His hands still cupped her face, supporting her even as she rocked back and forth. Behind her, she felt Balto's balls slapping against her rump with every thrust, and her over-sensitive skin could even feel the occasional drop of saliva on her back. He was nearly consumed by her, she knew, and as desperate to fill her as she was to be filled. All that remained was to coax Tramp to his limit as well.

Not knowing him nearly as well as she knew her mate, she settled for the simplest, dirtiest trick she could remember. Reaching up, she latched onto his waist with both hands and began pulling him to meet Balto's thrusts at the same time. It only took a moment for him to realize what she was doing, spurred on by her curling tongue and shiver-inducing moans around his shaft. And as he looked down at her, she met his gaze and tried to speak around her mouthful of mutt member.

"Pwm, Twmp, gmm hh emefig, pwm."

Her tail thumped against Balto's chest when Tramp's ears perked, and the lazy smile became a conspiratorial smirk. Curling his fingers gently around her ears, he held her head steady and pulled back before thrusting into her waiting maw. Any subtlety was over. Jenna pursed her lips and let his shaft slid along her tongue as she whimpered with every stroke. The mutt's panting breath took on a feral tone, and suddenly he was hunched over her, his hips slamming against her muzzle even as he held her head safe and steady. Her head swimming with desire, Jenna felt her body tense as the warm pressure in her stomach expanded to an all-consuming aura of pleasure. Her arms quivered, her legs jerked as Balto's hips slapped against them again and again. She sucked frantic breaths in through her nose as Tramp pounded her muzzle, sometimes sinking deep into her throat. All throughout, she moaned around Tramp's shaft, the occasional muffled yelp escaping her lips.

Eager as she was, she lasted longer than she expected. Both males steady breathing had morphed into panted, almost gasping breaths as Tramp's hips jerked against her maw. His low growl became a snarl as he slammed against her once, twice, then held her muzzle to his hips as he climaxed. Subconsciously, she'd been ready, and she took in deep gulps of air laced with his musk through her nose as his seed filled her muzzle. All the while, Balto never let up.

If there was any doubt in her mind over what her mate had said earlier, it was swept away now. He didn't seem to notice or care that Tramp had so thoroughly used her muzzle for his pleasure, but she knew it was not apathy. Had her visceral, almost feral sounds of pleasure shifted in any way, she felt sure he would have frozen instantly to confront Tramp. Hearing nothing but the muffled moans he'd grown used to, he'd simply bent to his task, and done it well. Very, very well, she thought hazily as his furry balls began slapping against her with increased ferocity. His hands moved up to her waist, guiding her back against him. Dazed, she worked her hips back and forth against his, hooking her feet over his calves even as her toes curled in pleasure. Her release crashed through her in a shuddering wave that traveled up her spine, drawing a deep moan from her lips, still wrapped around Tramp's shaft.

Tramp gasped, his grip loosening instinctively. Jenna leaned back, panting herself, and sank to her elbows. Eyes drifting closed, she crossed her arms and rested her head, still riding out the last of her climax as Balto's thrusting reached a fever pitch.

"Ha! Oh, Balto, yes, yes!" she gasped, her legs gripping his hips even tighter.

Suddenly, Balto wrapped one arm around her stomach and hauled her back as he sank to his knees, pulling her into his lap. Their bodies crashed together and she reached back to cup his head as he nuzzled against her neck. The arm around her stomach held her tight as the other mashed against her breasts, grinding against her oversensitive nipples as he hilted himself inside her. A different sort of growl escaped his lips this time, but it was one Jenna knew well. He'd claimed her, and despite all he'd said it was apparently instinctive that he drive the point home. Glancing aside, she saw his eyes locked on hers, but not a trace of anger in them. Instead they held the same wondering awe she'd first seen in a Nome engine house all those years ago. Even now, he was wondering how he'd gotten so lucky.

A soft chuckle brought her gaze forward again, and she saw Tramp still kneeling on the bed, a lazy smile on his muzzle. Lady had climbed up behind him and had similarly brought her arms around her mate as she rested her head on his shoulder. The cocker spaniel hummed as she met Jenna's gaze, and winked.

"Well, that was certainly a sight to see," Lady purred, nuzzling Tramp's neck. "I was awfully tempted to join in, but that wouldn't have been very nice."

"Or very nice indeed," Jenna countered, still panting softly. "Hmm, I'll have to keep that in mind for next time."

She felt Balto squeeze her more tightly at that, and Tramp's lopsided grin became a bare-toothed smile. Even Lady seemed excited at the prospect of a 'next time,' and Jenna couldn't blame her.

"Still, I'm getting ahead of myself," she said, bringing a hand up to caress Balto's cheek. "Could we make use of your bath as well?"

"Of course," Lady replied, slipping off the bed and beckoning.

With Balto's help Jenna rose on shaky legs, a soft sigh escaping her lips as Balto's member slid out, leaving her empty and slightly wanting even now.

Lady must have seen her expression, a knowing grin crossing her muzzle as her eyes shifted. Then she laughed out loud as Tramp flopped onto his back and sank into the mattress. "Lie down, but don't fall asleep just yet."

"A fireman's work is never done," the mutt replied muzzily. "It's poke, poke, poke along then it's get the steam up, keep at it." He lifted a single finger. "Don't mistake me, ladies, this is the most fun I've ever had breaking my back."

Both Jenna and Lady chuckled at that.

"Well just you lay there a minute and I'll see if I can do something about your poor back once they're settled."

Tramp made a noncommittal sound but Lady just shook her head and lead her and Balto down the hall. Even as they walked, Jenna felt a twinge of discomfort. This certainly wasn't her first time walking about in the nude, but in someone else's house? She ought to be burning with embarrassment. Glancing ahead at Lady's naked body, hips rolling as she walked without a care in the world, Jenna imagined she had an inkling of what her husband felt anytime she treated him to a similar view. She looked back at him, and the wolf-dog's almost dazed expression vanished as his eyes met hers and he raised his brow. She smiled and shook her head. Just then, Lady stopped at the bathroom door and motioned inside. Balto slipped past her and began filling the tub, but Jenna paused, clasping her hands in front of her. Perhaps without thinking, Lady did the same. She did have a very attractive body, Jenna mused before giving her head a little shake.

"This has been a wonderful evening so far, and I really hate to impose any further…"

The cocker spaniel cocked her head, questioning.

"I don't suppose we should keep walking about in the nude, but Balto and I haven't got a change of clothes." Her ears laid flat as she inwardly berated herself. "We thought we'd be spending the night on the Endurance. I should have sent someone."

Lady waved it away. "Not to worry. Go enjoy your bath while I find something for you and Balto. In fact," she said, tapping her chin before prancing back toward the bedroom, "I know just the thing!"

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The bath was luxurious. Even in the heat of summer, Jenna could never discount a soak in warm water. Having Balto just behind her to scrub all those hard to reach places, and to help her relax, was a pleasure she'd missed of late. It only took a soft word to remind her love of that, and secure a promise that they'd not go so long without their own small joys again. She was awfully tempted to lean back against Balto's chest and doze off, but decided against it. Lady at least still seemed in the mood for fun, and even without her usual teasing Balto's excitement was poking her in the back.

"I'd be very surprised if we're all done for the night," she whispered. "You and I had better make ourselves presentable. It wouldn't do for us to dawdle."

They'd just finished drying themselves when there came a soft knock on the door. Jenna giggled at Balto instinctively wrapping his towel around his waist while she finished drying her head fur. She didn't bother covering herself.

"Come in."

As expected, the cocker spaniel nudged the door open, wrapped in a very soft-looking robe that had her name on the chest pocket. Another robe was draped across one arm and she held it out to Balto.
"This should be about your size," she said cheerily.

The wolf-dog took the offered robe but nodded at something else Lady seemed to be concealing behind her back. "And what's that?"

"Just a cute little something to slip into," she replied with a coy smile. Stepping into the bathroom, she made a shooing gesture out the door. "And it's not for your eyes just yet. Go make sure my husband hasn't drifted off to sleep, would you please?"

Balto cocked his head over a wry smile, glancing back at Jenna. She merely smiled and jerked her head at the door.

"All right," he conceded, unfolding the robe. "I know a girl's talk when I see one." He paused and stared at the monogram on the chest pocket. It was clearly a matching set with Lady's robe, but instead of Tramp's name on the chest pocket, it simply said 'Stud'. Cheeks reddening, he glanced meaningfully at Lady, who merely shrugged.

"Tramp will have to find something else to wear."

Jenna covered a laugh, then gave Balto a peck on the cheek. "I'd say it's fitting."

As soon as he was out the door, Lady shut it and turned to Jenna with a broad grin. "You'll want some help with this."

When she saw the outfit, Jenna couldn't contain a gasp of delight, despite her flushed cheeks. What Lady had called 'a cute little something to slip into' turned out to be a bright blue corset with golden fastenings down the front and a matching pair of panties with golden bows at the hips. The latter she quickly slipped on before wrapping the former around her torso. There were no sleeves, just supporting cups for her bosom above a dashing, but restrictive stomach covering. She felt Lady run the lace tie through matching holes on either side, each loop tightening the corset's grip on her just a bit more. She was no stranger to the garment, but didn't often wear one.

She cleared her throat. "I couldn't help but notice a resemblance in one of the conductors, is Scamp…?"

"Our son, yes," Lady replied lightly. "We decided one was enough, though his girlfriend is over often enough that she's practically family at this point."

Jenna giggled. "At least your son introduces his lady friends. If Kodiak has any sort of romantic partner I've never met them." She cast an accusing glance at the door. "Though I suppose the railroad does keep him busy, too."

"Kodiak..." Lady mused absently. "Does he take after you? One of the conductors?" When Jenna nodded, she carried on, "Might have guessed. Haven't seen him lately, though, is he sick?"

Jenna sucked in a short breath, her tone softening. "He had a very close call recently." Her voice hitched. "Chief said he nearly went under the wheels out on the line."

Lady froze, her hands releasing the bindings as she moved close behind her. She felt the spaniel's chin on her shoulder as her arms wrapped around her in a soft embrace.

"Thank heavens he didn't," Lady said. "Goodness knows we've had our share of scares with Scamp too."

Jenna reached up to lay her hands over Lady's. "Yes, thank heavens," she sighed. "I don't suppose it ever gets easier."

"Not likely." Lady drew back and resumed securing the corset.

"Sorry to put a damper on the mood."

"Not at all, but now that you mention him, do you two have any others? Besides Aleu, of course."

Jenna smiled, grateful for the distraction from her plummeting thoughts. "No, though it's no wonder you picked her out."

"I wouldn't have before she and Tramp had to wrangle the Yonah. At first I thought she was married, or a relative on Balto's side. Did she keep your name?"

Nodding, Jenna shook her head and giggled. "When she was younger, we tried to send her to boarding school. She didn't take it very well. Balto didn't like it either, really. His little girl so far away. But he put on a brave face when we sent her off."

"Tried?" Lady prodded.

Jenna sighed and glanced over her shoulder. "The school sent word she'd missed her first day, hadn't even arrived yet." She pinched her brow, still smiling. "Balto was beside himself, dropped everything to go looking for her. The bank wasn't nearly as understanding, so all I could do was wait. Then word came from Chief that a scrappy young girl had signed on to work the yard, and by the way did we know anyone named Cherbert?"

The ladies shared a laugh.

"That was the end of boarding school and the start of her life on the railroad." Her tone turned wistful. "Sometimes wish I'd pressed harder, but after the fright it gave Balto I just couldn't."

Lady squeezed her shoulders again. "There are certainly worse things, and at least she's happy." The spaniel snorted a laugh as she returned her attention to the lace bindings. "Even if she and Chief give each other fits."

"No good deed goes unpunished," Jenna replied. She let her mind wander and it was all too easy to imagine the gently-increasing pressure on her breasts was Balto's hands...or Tramp's. She hummed happily, wondering how long it would be before someone would quickly undo Lady's careful work.

"There," Lady pronounced, reaching up to give her shoulders a squeeze. "You're all set. Whenever you're ready, we'll be just down the hall."

Jenna looked down at her bosom, gratified to see that the chest support did at least cover her nipples, if only barely, and the corset didn't feel nearly as tight as it looked. Glancing at herself in the mirror, she grinned and quickly followed Lady back to the Dears' bedroom. The cocker spaniel had paused before the closed door and met her gaze with a wink before undoing the robe's waist tie. Shrugging it off, Lady grinned.

"I don't think I'll need this again until the morning."

Jenna couldn't help but coo admiringly at her friend's evening attire. She wore a frilly lace night shirt that hung loose from her shoulders, the slightly thicker fabric over her chest sweeping away to either side to offer a better view of her stomach and hips. Wrapped around her waist was a belt whose only purpose seemed to be pressing the light garment against her body. Not that she needed to use her imaginations; even the thicker lace was practically see-through and only the black panties Lady wore hid anything at all.

"No indeed," Jenna whispered in reply.

Smiling broadly, Lady rapped on the bedroom door and swept inside. From her vantage just around the corner, Jenna could hear their men shift quickly from some shared joke to admiring Lady's garb just as much as she had.

She heard Balto clear his throat. "You look lovely in that, Miss Lady." He paused, he tone hopeful. "Did you give my wife something similar?"

"Hmm, you might say that," came Lady's teasing reply before she called out, "If you're ready, Miss Jenna?"

Now practically giddy herself, Jenna strode into the bedroom and paused in front of the trio. Lady sat between the two men, her hands resting on their thighs and stroking absently at the fur there. Balto still wore the robe Lady had given him, though he hadn't bothered to tie it closed. Or maybe he'd loosened it, she thought with a flush of heat to her cheeks. Tramp on the other hand hadn't bothered to don any clothing at all. Both his and Balto's tails, already wagging behind them when she entered, now became a blur of motion. Jenna reached both hands behind her head and stretched, thrusting her chest out.

"Do you think it fits?" she said with a hesitant smile.

Lady was the first to speak up. "Splendidly. It's like it was made for you."

"You're sure you don't mind me borrowing this? It seems expensive."

"It's yours. Never quite fit me right." The cocker gave a quick up and down glance with a grin. "You, however…"

Balto smiled broadly. "You look ravishing, my dear."

Jenna's cheeks flushed an even deeper red and for a moment she felt once again like the young governess presenting herself to the brave engineer.

"What do you think, Tramp?" the husky finally said, almost as an aside.

Tramp remained silent long enough that Lady, then Balto turned to look at him. He gave a sheepish grin and shrugged. "With this being a gift to my wife, now worn by a…very close friend, something tells me there's not a correct way to answer that question."

The four of them laughed, and Balto clapped him on the shoulder. "Smart man. I've never gotten in more trouble by keeping my mouth shut."

"Oh, you make it sound like I scold you mercilessly," Jenna huffed, hands dropping to rest on her hips, where the golden bows marked the edge of her new undergarments.

"Not at all, darling," Balto defended, raising a placating hand. "You've taught me well that sometimes the best thing to say is nothing at all."

"That's not far off from something you said to me last week," Tramp cut in, looking at Lady. "What was it? Nothing at all..." He paused, a wry grin crossing his face. "I remember replying that you looked best wearing nothing at all, so whatever you said must have been deep and profound."

Lady jabbed him with her elbow and rolled her eyes, but ran her hand along his arm and spoke in a sing-song voice. "You say it best, when you say nothing at all."

Balto was nodding, and Jenna felt her heart melt a little at the sweet words.

"How pretty," she sighed, meeting Balto's gaze as he turned toward her. "I feel there's more truth there then you know." She glanced between her mate and Tramp. "Maybe you and I can show our boys just how deep our affections go, without saying a word?"

Almost before Lady raised her brow, Jenna motioned for Balto and Tramp to rise, and they did without apparent thought. Beckoning them toward her, she slipped between them and seated herself beside Lady on the bed. Glancing over, she caught the cocker's bemused expression and winked.

Then she turned, sliding her legs up onto the bed and shuffling away before lying down, her head dangling off the edge of the bed. Their mates were at just the right level, or rather their waists were. Even as she opened her muzzle expectantly, her tongue curling across her lips, their members stiffened to attention. Glancing beside her, she saw Lady quickly matching her position, her long flowing ears dangling over the edge. She didn't expect the little spaniel's hand to find hers as they lay side by side, but quickly grasped it and gave a small squeeze.

Her attention was suddenly brought to her front again as a familiar musk reached her nose just before a throbbing, hardening member touched it. She was almost surprised that it was Tramp standing in front of her. Considering the teasing she'd given Balto, she'd half-expected him to lay claim to her for the rest of the evening, but apparently the wolf-dog had other ideas. That suited her just fine. They had any other night to spend together. Best to make the most of their friends while they had them.

She almost chided Tramp for making her wait, then remembered her challenge to Lady. Instead, she nudged his tip with her nose and gave a soft whine. Tramp chuckled softly and brought his hands up to cradle her head, thumbs nudging her muzzle open just a bit wider before thrusting into her drooling maw. A sudden, muffled yelp told her Lady hadn't been treated quite so gently, but the spaniel's grip on her hand didn't tighten at all. She'd be fine.

Jenna's attention was brought back to Tramp when his furry sack pressed against her nose, engulfing her in his musk and the lingering scent of bath soap. The mutt exhaled noisily, one hand drifting up along her neck to squeeze one of her breasts. She squirmed at his touch, moaning around his shaft as her own free hand slipped down between her legs. Perhaps seeing her preoccupation, Tramp gave a soft chuckle and drew back until only his quivering tip remained between her lips. With a needy whine, she ran her tongue around his tip, suckling at it like a pup at her mother's teat. That coaxed a groan from him, and his grip on her breast tightened. Jenna rocked her body back and forth, unconsciously spreading her legs to give herself easier access. All the while, she held Lady's hand. In the brief pause that her boldness had bought her, she tuned her ears to her mate and her dear friend.

The first noise she was conscious of was a muffled needy noise that she couldn't quite place. It sounded like moaning around a gag, until she heard Balto groan followed by Lady gasping. Jenna glanced out of the corner of her eye toward the two and saw Lady smiling beneath lidded eyes. Balto's wet shaft bobbed barely an inch from Lady's open maw, connected by a strand of saliva. The cocker barely had time to whine before Balto thrust forward, stifling the noise in an instant. Jenna could have sworn she saw Lady's throat bulge slightly. That same low, muffled moan suddenly vanished entirely. If not for her friend's steady, firm grip on her hand, Jenna might have thought she was struggling for air. Even as the thought entered her head, Jenna felt Tramp lean forward, his shaft sliding easily past her lips. When his sack pressed against her nose he paused for just a moment, exhaling as she moaned around his length. He tweaked her nipple with his thumb and forefinger, making her squirm even as he drew back. She barely had time to catch her breath before he thrust forward again.

Nearby, she could still hear Lady's muffled whimpering and Balto's steady breathing through his nose. That was the sound of contentment, satisfaction, control; she knew it well. Smiling to herself, she closed her eyes and imagined the scene through her mind's eye as Tramp settled into a rhythm of his own. By their combined noises, she saw Balto hilting himself in Lady's muzzle, his shaft slipping into the back of her throat each time. Lady would go silent for an instant before he withdrew slowly, teasing her already with what she knew was coming. When his shaft slipped from her muzzle, she would suck in a lungful of air, somehow managing to sound adorable in doing so. Then Balto would oblige her, filling her maw with his cock as the cycle began again.

She didn't neglect Tramp of course; far from it. By the grip on her breast and his slowly-increasing pants, she knew she was teasing him to his limit. His pace was increasing, made all the more obvious by his breathing, and the occasional splash of pre-cum that leaked out. While one hand stroked her wet passage, the other held Lady's grip steady. She thought of letting go, to grope Tramp's rump or fondle his sack when he paused in his ministrations, but there was something almost comforting about the shared experience. Knowing that her mate was sinking to his hilt in Lady's muzzle just as the spaniel's mate was doing in hers gave Jenna a thrill she couldn't describe. Of course, the haze of passion was drifting over her now. She barely registered the higher pitch of Lady's moans, or the faster tempo that both Balto and Tramp were breathing at. All that she truly knew besides Lady's hand in hers was the rhythmic, but increasingly-frantic, slap of Tramp's sack against her nose, the overpowering scent of his musk, and the taste of his shaft.

Suddenly, he released her breast and she felt the bed creak as his hands pressed into the bed on either side of her stomach. The rapid thrusts slowed, replaced by a steady rocking of his hips against her muzzle. Each time he hilted in her maw he paused with a groan, and each time that groan grew louder. Slipping her hand up from between her legs, she grasped Tramp's back just above his quivering tail and urged him on. Moaning loud enough to match him each time his hips met her lips, she curled her tongue around his thrusting shaft. Anything beyond the man fucking her muzzle faded to insignificance for those final fleeting moments.

Tramp's low moans became almost plaintive as she suckled on his quivering shaft. The bed creaked again as he stood from where he'd been leaning and she hummed happily as his hands caressed her face. Then they settled on her cheeks and she felt his thumbs gently stroking her throat as he drew back ever so slowly. His tip nearly slipped out from between her lips before he thrust forward again, filling her muzzle just as a shudder rippled down his arms and his cock pulsed. The first splash of cum was more than she'd expected after two previous rounds, but she relaxed her jaw and swallowed, sucking in a deep breath through her nose before he came again, and again. He exhaled deeply, drawing his shaft out of her muzzle. She took a deep breath of her own and licked her lips, finally opening her eyes again. Lady still held her hand, and Jenna's first instinct was to look over at her mate and their shared friend.

The spaniel was enjoying much the same treatment Jenna had imagined, except the pace was a bit faster. Still, Lady barely flinched each time Balto hilted himself in her maw, and Jenna noted that her throat did seem to bulge slightly. The sight gave her a thrill; both at seeing her mate so thoroughly using Lady and at Lady so obviously enjoying every moment. Any doubt of that vanished when she noticed Lady's other hand teasing her passage even as Balto's thrusting slowed.

Even as she watched Balto draw back, his shaft slipping from Lady's maw trailing a strand of saliva and love fluid, she couldn't help but chuckle softly.

"As much as I love watching you work, dear," she cooed, "I do hope you've saved some energy for us."
Balto blinked, his muzzle hanging open as she rolled onto her stomach and looked to the equally-confused Tramp.

"Now I know you two aren't the sort to leave a lady wanting, are you?"

Immediately, both shook their heads, but Jenna could see their strength was flagging. Gently nudging the mutt aside, she slid off the bed, tracing a finger along Tramp's shoulder and under his muzzle as she moved past him. Sidling around the bed to the right side, she turned away and bent at the waist. Hooking her thumbs in her waistband, she peeled off the damp garment and let it drop to the floor.

"Good," she simmered, her tail flagging to give both males (and Lady) a clear view, "because after that, I need one of you inside me, right now."

She giggled as Tramp half-stumbled around the bed, his hands quickly trailing up her legs to the corset's bindings. "Never mind those." Straightening up, she half-turned toward the bed, cooing as Tramp followed her lead, abandoning the corset's ties to cup her breasts. She felt his breath on her cheek as he nuzzled against her neck.

At the same time, Lady knelt on the left side of the bed, her hands already crossing in front of her to grasp the bottom of her lacy slip.

"What do you say, handsome?"

Balto's muzzle split into a grin and he closed the distance between them in an instant. His hands slid down her sides, fingers raking through Lady's fur and coaxing a moan from the cocker spaniel. His thumbs hooked into her panties' waistband and knelt quickly, yanking the garment down even as she pulled the lacy slip over her head and tossed it aside. Balto rose to capture her in a heated kiss as her hands easily hefted the open robe and tossed it back. he simply shrugged his shoulders and it fell to the floor. Tumbling over, she pulled off her panties and passed them Balto, who cast them aside.

"Come here stud," Lady said softly, tracing a finger along the bottom of his muzzle.

With that same toothy grin and a low growl, Balto climbed up onto the bed lay down behind Lady as she sprawled on her side facing her mate and Jenna. His left arm slipped under her squirming body to wrap across her chest, squeezing her breast as their muzzles locked in a kiss. His shaft, still wet with Lady's saliva, rubbed eagerly against the spaniel's wet sex. Without breaking the kiss, she reached down and guided him in; she shuddered and moaned into his mouth as he moved against her.

At that point, several things conspired to redirect Jenna's attention. Tramp's groping hands had managed to find her nipples under the corset's restricting frame and he'd begun drawing rough circles around them with his pointer fingers. His steady breathing just below her ear was joined by the occasional kiss on her neck, and the brush of a canine with it. Finally, his member had stiffened enough that she could feel it brushing against her inner thigh, tantalizingly close to her goal. She moaned through pursed lips, rubbing her cheek against Tramp's nose as he sought to bury himself in her scent once more.

"Mmm, feels like you've got one more in you after all, handsome."

Reaching up, she gently pried his hands off her chest and guided him after her as she climbed onto the bed. She laid on her back, her left foot brushing against his chest fur as he moved up to kneel between her legs. His stiffening shaft bobbed just out of reach, and she smiled, her tongue darting out to lick one of her canines. Tramp lifted her caressing left leg up onto his right shoulder, his hand running down its length from ankle to hip before he took hold of her left thigh. His other hand guided his tip to her entrance, and she closed her eyes. Slowly he brushed his tip along her lips, up and down, up and down. She squirmed, whimpering her need but with her leg held firm against her body there was little she could do to increase the stimulation. Thankfully, he sensed her desire and laid his length along her slit, but instead of entering her he simply thrust against her, rubbing his length along her wet lips. Now she panted, her hands up over her head to grasp at the pillow, the sheets, anything as she tossed her head back and forth. What made it all the more tortuous was the steady creak and groan of the bed just beside her, combined with Lady's muffled, but increasingly louder moans. Balto was certainly giving her what she wanted. Why was Tramp taking so long?

Almost as though he could read the question on her face, he paused in his thrusts, eliciting a piteous, needy whimper from the husky. She cracked an eye in time to see that sly smirk cross his muzzle. She was about to scold him when his unoccupied left hand reached down to gently part her lips before guiding his tip between them. Jenna sighed happily, arching her back as he entered her. Above her, she watched Tramp stroke her lifted leg with one hand as the other took hold of her hip. He drew back slowly, drawing a long exhale from her before thrusting back in again. He hilted himself inside her and she gasped, but he was already drawing back once more, his eyes drifting closed as he settled into a rhythm. For a long moment, Jenna simply laid back and watched as the mutt, this fireman, set to his task with a will. It struck her as strange that just a month before, he'd only known him by reputation, passed from Chief to Balto to her.

Maybe that had been the first spark in her gut; to get a look at what even the old wolfhound at Marceline called 'the best damned fireman on the W&A'. Her smile grew as she watched him, his mouth already hanging open, tongue lolling as he pounded her hips with ever increasing speed. Then a sharp, stifled yelp drew her gaze to her right.

Beside her and Tramp, Lady and Balto were well and truly entangled now. Her mate was pressed right against the little spaniel's back, still locked in a deep kiss as their bodies ground against each other. Shifting her gaze lower, Jenna saw that Balto had lifted Lady's right leg up to give himself easier access, and she was helping. What drew her attention was the steady, heavy thrusts Balto was delivering to her leaking sex. Even from where she lay, Jenna could tell Balto wasn't quite hilting himself inside Lady, but each time he tried the spaniel gave a muffled yelp. Far from distressed, Lady looked to be at the height of bliss, her left arm pressed down over Balto's across her chest as her right helped to lift her right leg. Even as she watched, Lady began to quiver, craning her head to deepen the kiss as her legs shuddered. Then with a groan that seemed to shake her from head to toe she practically melted in Balto's arms. The wolf-dog drew her closer, breaking the kiss to look her in the eye as they both panted, trying to catch their breath. Before he could say anything, Lady leaned up and kissed him again, her left hand pressing his into her bosom. Balto wasted no time, hefting her leg just a bit higher before resuming his thrusts with renewed vigor. Lady only moaned into his mouth as she seemed to surrender her body entirely to him.

A brief kiss on her ankle brought Jenna's attention sharply back to her own lover. Glancing up, she saw Tramp laughing into her leg fur as he met her gaze.

"Not a bad show," he panted. "Let's see if we can't draw their attention, huh?"

Jenna barely had time to scrunch up her face in surprise before Tramp wrapped one arm around her upraised leg and shifted just a bit closer to her. The movement made it so he no longer had to thrust into her, but only draw back. Shifting his stance so he legs spread wider (and nudging her own legs further apart) he gave her a bare-toothed grin and let her have it. Each time he rocked against her his furry sack slapped against her rump, and each time the tempo increased. At first she tried to time her breaths with his thrusts, but in moments she was so overcome with pleasure that she let her head slump over to the right and voiced a long, breathy moan that pitched up whenever his hips met hers. The steady impacts made her vision bounce, but she could still see Balto and Lady in the final throes of passion.

Even over Tramp's labored breathing she heard the wet smack of their mates breaking their kiss to join in the shared exultation of coming release. Balto's nostrils flared and his whole body slammed against Lady's back as he filled her again and again; Lady gave a soft cry each time he thrust into her, nuzzling under his chin and kissing his neck.

"Yes, yes, oh yes," was all Jenna could discern, and even then she wasn't quite sure it was Lady speaking. The very same words had become a nearly all-consuming echo in her mind as Tramp pounded her into the mattress, panting like an engine on an incline. And above it all, she could feel the steadily-growing warmth in her gut, pulsing with each slap of Tramp's sack against her rump. She was close, so very close. If only she could make him see…

"Please Tramp," she gasped, "I need it, please."

At her words, the mutt instant shifted from his manic thrusts to a slow, deep penetration that lifted her rump off the mattress with each stroke. His musk overwhelmed any other scent she might have discerned, and even in her minds eye he was grinning at her, confident in his triumph. She didn't make him wait long to know just how well he'd pleased her.

Letting her tongue loll out again, she gave herself over to the waves of passion crashing over her and let out a soft cry every time he hilted himself inside her. Then, with the suddenness of thunder, she rose to climax, quivering under him even as he continued. Her release seemed to trigger something in the mutt, and he grabbed her upraised leg with both hands as he thrust once, twice, three times in quick succession before he joined her in release. Jenna hummed happily as his love fluid joined hers, filling her sacred passage and spilling out.

Dazed, Jenna only vaguely heard Balto and Lady's exclamations before they melted into another long, wet kiss. Her eyelids felt heavy, but she watched as Balto withdrew from Lady's passage and gingerly lowered the spaniel's leg before sinking into the large pillow beneath him. Lady, too, seemed to collapse before her head flopped lazily over and she met her gaze. They shared a secret smile even as Jenna felt Tramp draw back and collapse beside her. Maybe it was just her imagination, but Jenna thought Lady was looking to see if her mate was asleep. Jenna didn't need to look, she could already hear Balto's low, heavy breathing. She suddenly, desperately wanted her mate's arms around her, and began to move toward him, but not before she gave Tramp one last kiss on the cheek. The mutt grinned, though the expression quickly faded as he too drifted off to sleep. Jenna looked back at Lady and shook her head; they giggled softly.

There was a momentary bit of confusion as they both tried to move past each other without disturbing their mates. Jenna was the first to post up on her elbows and knees, and so she managed to get an arm and a leg past Lady to move over her. For a moment, however, she loomed over the spaniel, elbows and knees posted on either side of her. She would have sworn she hadn't consciously paused, but something held her there, looking down at Lady. For her part, the spaniel merely gazed back at her with that same expression of confused surprise that began to shift into something else. Her cheeks flushed, Jenna glanced to her left and saw Balto sound asleep. When she looked back at Lady, it was clear she'd been examining Tramp just the same. Their eyes met again, and Jenna gave a sheepish smile. Lady smiled back, her expression now seeming more inviting. Jenna leaned closer, a quirk of her brow asking the question she couldn't put into words. Lady's tentative smile broke into a grin and she eagerly leaned up to meet her. A soft squeak escaped the spaniel's muzzle and Jenna felt her whole face flush as her tail whipped back and forth. Maybe it was just the long evening they'd shared together, but in a matter of moments her arms began to quiver and she pulled back from the kiss. Lady almost seemed to chase her retreating muzzle, but sank back onto the pillow as they both caught their breath.

Still blushing fiercely, Jenna shifted past Lady next to Balto, but paused before lying down. The corset still clung to her, and the golden fastenings on the front turned out to be decorative rather than functional. She glanced sideways at Balto, already dozing peacefully, and her ears laid flat at the thought of waking him for something so silly. Still she caught the scent of his musk in the late evening air and wanted nothing more than to mingle her fur with his.

A soft noise made her turn, and she saw Lady kneeling next to Tramp, facing her. It must have been her clearing her throat.
"Do you need a hand?" she said quietly, shuffling a bit closer and motioning to the restricting garment.
Smiling, Jenna moved to face away from her. "Yes, please. It's wonderfully supportive, but I don't think we're intended to sleep in it."

"If we are, I'll have words with the tailor that sold it to me," the spaniel replied.

They shared a quiet chuckle as Lady quickly undid the bindings she'd tied not even an hour earlier.

"Did you mean it when you said I could have this?" Jenna asked cautiously. "I don't mean to lighten your wardrobe at the same time I'm taking advantage of your hospitality."

Lady barked a laugh at that, and they both glanced aside at their mates. Seeing nothing change, the shared a glance and continued. "Oh there was some taking of advantage this evening, to be sure, but it wasn't in the exchange of an underused outfit."

"It's very comfortable," Jenna admitted, sucking in a quick breath as Lady's hands traced the last few bindings at the small of her back. "Particularly if you're used to being held tightly."

She felt Lady's hands pause at the comment before quickly undoing the final knot and helping her gather the corset forward and away from her body.

Jenna let out a breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding and lowered her arms. "Thank you, Miss Lady," she whispered. "That would have been much more time consuming if I 'd tried myself."

The corset sailed over the foot of the bed just before she felt Lady's hands reach up to rest on her shoulders. "No trouble at all."

Something in the tone of her voice brought Jenna back to the Endurance, and the brief experiment she'd attempted with Lady and Balto. Rather than turn, she waited, wondering what the spaniel would do with no response. She didn't have long to wait.

"Comfortable if you're used to being held tight," Lady murmured, her hands tracing down Jenna's shoulders to her upper arms, then sliding across to her stomach. "Did you mean here?" She wrapped her arms around Jenna's midriff and rested her head on her shoulder.

Jenna exhaled softly through her nose, her shoulders rolling back unconsciously.

"Or more like this," Lady whispered with an edge, her hands moving up to cup Jenna's breasts, her fingers digging into the sensitive flesh.

"Mmmm," Jenna moaned, her whole form sagging at Lady's touch. "That. Definitely that."

"I'll keep that in mind," Lady replied sweetly, pressing against her back as she leaned forward to kiss her cheek.

Jenna smiled despite herself, reaching up to cup Lady's own cheek in her hand and pivot her muzzle. No sooner had their lips touched than Jenna tilted her head just slightly, deepening the kiss even as she slipped her tongue out to taste Lady's maw. The spaniel barely seemed to notice, until she did. Yet even then, they both gently probed each other for the few fleeting moments before they remembered to breath. Lady gave her a peck on the cheek and moved away.

Jenna shifted over to Balto and sank down onto her side next to him. Snuggling up against him, she couldn't help but make a happy noise as his arm slowly wrapped around her, drawing her close. With some difficulty, she managed to gather the bed sheet and pull it over them. Mere feet away, Lady had curled up against Tramp, burying her nose in his chest fur. As she drifted off to sleep, Jenna's mind drifted back to the Endurance, and she had an idea that she thought Lady would appreciate for the next morning.

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Morning came early for Tramp as he drifted out of a pleasant dream. Feeling only their light bedsheets against his frame, he reached out to pull his mate closer but felt nothing. He blinked, finally opening his eyes to see only an empty bed. Just as he began to wonder where his mate and the Seppalas had gone, the sound of the piano drifted up from the parlor.

"Well, that answers one question," he murmured to himself. Swinging his legs off the bed, he rounded the bed and nearly tripped on a discarded robe. He chuckled seeing the monogrammed 'Stud' on the front pocket and threw it on. The hallway was dimly lit in the predawn hours, the only source of light coming from the open parlor vestibule below. Quickly descending the stairs, he approached the parlor's entrance, pausing to peek inside.

Balto sat at the bench dressed in his shirt vest and pants from the night before, playing a meandering melody not unlike Lady's the night before. Tramp's gaze followed Balto's to the top of the piano, and he felt his breath catch in delight. Jenna and Lady lay naked and hogtied in matching bondage, an image of submission and vulnerability. Each was artistically framed, from Lady's fluffy ears spilling out to each side of her head in twin lakes of mahogany fur to Jenna's bushy tail perked over the bound husky like a feather. The gaslight danced across their exposed bodies, painting them in alternating shades of red and bronze and casting soft shadows that hinted at the curves beneath.

"You're quite the artist, Balto," Lady said, flexing her bonds as her bright brown eyes met the wolf-dog's gaze. "I've never been tied up quite like this before."

Balto merely smiled and shrugged, his fingers never missing a beat.

"For all his attempted modesty, his attention to detail is exquisite," Jenna cooed, barely audible over the music. She paused, turning to address her mate directly. "Not to diminish your skill on the piano, dear. It's been so long since I've heard you play like this."

Lady nodded enthusiastically, "It was quite the surprise for me last night."

Balto glanced up from the piano. "Why, thank you, ladies. I'm glad you're enjoying yourselves." A smirk crossed his lips. "If you'd prefer, I can always put my hands to better use."

"Oh, please don't stop playing on our account," Jenna insisted, leaning forward as best she could. "I was just starting to really feel that song."

Lady nodded vigorously. "Don't let us distract you."

He continued to play with an intensity that bordered on the erotic. The instrument seemed to tremble at his touch as Jenna and Lady strained against their bonds, their bodies shifting slightly with each movement. Tramp didn't doubt the vibrations of the strings mere inches beneath them were playing merry havoc with their skin pressed against the frame. The ropes were knotted firmly, yet allowed for a stunning display of their captive bodies while ensuring their comfort. Jenna's full breasts rested against the piano's smooth surface, while Lady's soft, smaller chest heaved ever so slightly with each quivering breath. The light caught the gentle swells and cast mesmerizing patterns on the polished wood beneath them.

"Well, good morning Mr. and Mrs. Seppala." Tramp said, his voice low as he walked into the parlor. "And a hearty good morning to you, Pidge." Pausing behind the pianist, he put his hands on his hips and grinned. "Balto, my friend, you've truly outdone yourself. This is exquisite work."

Lady flexed her bonds again, batting her eyes at the wolf-dog as she spoke to her mate. "He certainly has a way with ropes," she breathed, a husky tone to her voice that betrayed her arousal. "I'm sure I look quite the spectacle!"

Tramp smiled, his eyes roaming over their helpless forms. The glow of the lights caressed the women's faces, illuminating the serene expressions of surrender etched upon their features. Their arms were pulled taut behind their backs, wrists and elbows bound tightly together with coils of silk rope that left no room for movement. The bondage was cinched so tightly that the limbs were forced to touch behind the women's backs. Both sets of legs were tied in a similar fashion, with ropes wrapped tightly around their ankles and thighs, binding their legs together and towards their elbows. The mutt noted how their bare paws fit nicely between the flow of their arms, tucked in like they where made just for that spot, toes pointing up at the back of their heads.

Balto's fingers continued to glide effortlessly over the keys. "Thank you," he replied. His eyes met Tramp's for just a moment, and he smiled. "I just hope my little concert didn't wake you."

"This is a surprise any man would be glad to wake up to." Tramp circled around the grand piano, his hazel eyes taking in the erotic display from every angle. "Even if the sun is just starting to rise."

Lady turned her head to look at Balto, her brow raised. "I'm sure that's not all that's starting to rise," she purred, a sly smile playing on her lips.

Balto leaned in to plant a slow, lingering kiss on Lady's lips. Their breath mingled as they kissed, the soft sound of their lips meeting barely audible in the music's brief pauses. Playing the piano one-handed, Balto continued to explore the cocker's mouth with his own as his free hand caressed her cheek. The spaniel moaned softly into his mouth in reply, her body arching up against the ropes that held her in place.

The terrier felt a jolt of desire course through him at the sight, his own arousal growing as he watched his wife and her friend entwined in such an intimate embrace. He could see the evidence of Lady's arousal, her nipples hardening against the cool surface of the piano, her breath coming faster through the wolf-dog's lips. Finally, Balto broke the kiss, turning back to the piano as Lady panted to catch her breath.

As much as he enjoyed watching his wife's pleasure, Tramp couldn't help but shift his gaze to the equally-helpless husky laid out before him. He smiled mischievously as he leaned over the piano, placing a hand on each side of Jenna.

"And you, my dear," he teased. "You look far too comfortable for this to be new to you."

Jenna arched her bound body, her eyes locked with Tramp's. "When it comes to pleasure," she replied, her voice low and simmering, "I've always looked for a bit of extra spice." She glanced over at Balto, who met her gaze and winked. "Lucky for me I found someone who doesn't mind coming along for the ride."

There came a gasp as Lady and Balto locked lips again. The music became simpler again as Balto shifted his focus to the spaniel's enjoyment.

"Well," Tramp said, grinning widely, "it seems you ladies are alike in more ways than we thought."

Jenna let out a soft laugh, her naked body writhing against her bonds. "So it would seem." A soft whine from Lady made her shiver with delight. "And what about you?"

Tramp ears snapped forward. "Lady and I have always been eager to explore," he confessed, running a hand along the curve of Jenna's hip. "I'm usually the one holding the ropes, but that doesn't make it any less fun." He paused with his hand on her rump, squeezing as he eyed her. "And speaking of fun, what's your pleasure this morning?"
Jenna writhed slightly against her bonds, her body responding to Tramp's touch. "Mmm, that's a good start."

The mutt leaned forward to press a kiss to the top of the husky's bound left foot. She let out a soft gasp, her body tensing and straining the ropes. He traced his tongue across both paws, gently caressing each digit as Jenna began to quiver at his touch. Tramp's hands glided up her leg, feeling the silky smooth fur and the curve of her calf muscles.

The music took on a more sultry tone as Balto's lips left the cocker spaniel's with a wet smack. The spaniel's gaze flickered to Jenna, bound and beautiful beside her. As Balto's fingers moved deftly across the ivory keys, the two women exchanged knowing glances, their restrained bodies trembling with anticipation.

"Well, Miss Lady," Jenna began, her voice deep as Tramp continued to lavish attention on her legs, his lips and tongue exploring her from toe to hip. "I must say, this has been a wonderful distraction. We were very fortunate to bump into you again." She arched her back as Tramp strayed close to her tail. "And what a delightful coincidence that our tastes in husbands are so... compatible."

Lady let out a delighted laugh, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "It's almost as if fate herself has conspired to bring us all together." The spaniel couldn't help but turn her gaze back to Balto. "Handsome dogs and beautiful ladies."

Balto grinned, his fingers still dancing across the keys. "Not to mention a shared love of music."

"Absolutely," Lady enthused, nodding to Tramp. "I know I speak for both of us when I say you and Jenna have been an absolute delight." Quirking an eyebrow, she looked back to Balto. "And after all, none of this would have happened had it not been for you."

Tramp chuckled, his gaze lingering on the bound women before him. Jenna and Lady squirmed against their bonds, their bodies undulating in perfect harmony with the melody. He reached out, trailing his fingers along Lady's flushed cheek. "Indeed." The terrier couldn't help but lightly swat Lady's upturned hip. "Only with fine company like this could a man wake up to such a spectacle and not mind their empty stomach."

Lady shuddered at his touch, her eyes closing in pleasure as she tried in vain to stifle a moan.

Balto let out a laugh. "Well, after last night's performance was so delightfully interrupted, I thought it would do to have a bit of an encore before breakfast." He shot a wink at Tramp and allowed a little ragtime to enter the tune.

Tramp ran his fingers down Lady's bare shoulder. "Well, as delicious as this display is, it won't fill a belly. I'm feeling more like bacon and eggs."

"I'm a little tied up at the moment, otherwise I would start setting the table," Lady said as she arched her back, straining against her bonds as Tramp's fingers danced along her exposed skin.

"Never you mind that." Tramp placed a gentle kiss on her head. "I'll take care of it." He made to leave, but paused at the doorway to the vestibule. "Still I hate to miss out on the company of two lovely ladies…"

Balto's fingers paused on the keys, his gaze flicking towards Jenna and Lady. The three shared a playful giggle, and he resumed playing, the music now resuming a more sultry tone. "There's nothing saying we couldn't all move to the kitchen."

The intimate atmosphere intensified, and the ladies' breathing quickened in sync with the increasing tempo, their bodies arching ever so slightly as the music washed over them. Lady and Jenna exchanged glances, their eyes shining with anticipation. The prospect of remaining in their compromised positions only seemed to heighten their arousal. Lady's hips bucked, seeking friction and release while Jenna's pursed her lips, her arousal evident in her heaving chest and flushed cheeks.

"Now there's a thought," Tramp replied, moving over to Jenna's side. "Though it's a shame to ruin such artistry."

Balto waved the concern away, and the mutt traced his hands along Jenna's arms, finding the knot between her outstretched hands and upturned legs. Deft fingers easily undid the connection and Jenna sighed as her legs came free. She winced as the rush of blood brought feeling back to her feet, and Tramp quickly stroked and brushed along her legs to ease the discomfort. Once she was satisfied, he helped her slide off the piano and stand, her arms still bound at the elbow and wrist behind her back. Making a quick loop with the extra rope, he slipped it over Jenna's head and around her neck. The husky blushed at the impromptu leash, but smiled when she saw Balto's hungry gaze.

Tramp looked to Lady, who'd been watching this all with a curious expression. Catching her mate's eye, then Balto's, she cleared her throat.

"You know," she began, her gaze flitting to Jenna for just a moment, "if we're going to stay like this, there's something I've always wanted to try…"

"Oh?" Jenna replied as Balto quirked an eyebrow.

"Well, it wouldn't be a proper breakfast without fruit, and with all the lovely attention we received last night I wouldn't mind feeling your hands all over me again." She was looking at Balto, but when he glanced at Jenna she did too. Sensing at least he wasn't following, she continued in a quieter tone, "I don't remember what it's called. We'd slice up some fruit and...I'd be the platter it's served on."

Balto's eyes widened, but he never so much as missed a note. Jenna meanwhile began to grin.

"Well, maybe while Balto's...sampling the fruit I can give Tramp a hand with breakfast?"

The four of them exchanged inquisitive, excited glances. Tramp wondered if it was his imagination that the song ended a bit sooner than it should have. Balto rounded the piano and crouched low, hefting Lady up into his arms with little apparent effort.

"Show-off," the mutt grumbled over a smile.

"Just bringing the platter," Balto rumbled playfully.

"Take care not to drop it," Jenna warned as Tramp lead her by the leash out into the vestibule, "or else Tramp will have us both out on the street, and me without a thing to wear."

"Don't give him any more ideas," Lady cut in, laughing as Balto's arms added yet another layer to her arousing restraint.

"Oh don't you worry, darling," Tramp called back, twirling the loose rope around his finger as they walked, "I've already got plenty."

The delicious aroma of bacon soon filled the air, competing with the scent of freshly-sliced peaches. Tramp leaned back against a nearby counter, keeping half an eye on the strips of pork, but most of his attention was focused on Jenna. The husky knelt in front of him, the picture of submission; her arms were still bound at the elbow and wrist behind her back, her ears laid flat, her eyes closed. Though the sizzling pan made it harder to hear, he could just pick out the soft chupping sound Jenna made as she bobbed her head on his hardening member. After the night they'd all had, he frankly hadn't been sure what to expect but it seemed everyone was more than ready for another round.

Speaking of everyone, he mused, turning his gaze to where Balto sat. The wolf-dog didn't seem to notice, not that Tramp could blame him. Laid out before him on the table-clothed surface was an impressive and delectable sight. Lady was leaned all the way back from a spread-legged kneeling position, her bound arms tucked between her and the cushion they'd plucked from the love seat. A smaller pillow supported her head, making her body an almost flat surface to work upon. The fruit selection had been limited to peaches and apples, but the men had made quick work of slicing them, and Balto was in the midst of carefully positioning each piece on Lady's supine form. Now and then he would pause to press his lips to Lady's body, making her quiver with anticipation.

Turning his attention back to Jenna, the mutt set aside his spatula and cupped both sides of her head, brushing her ears with the pads of his thumbs. Jenna looked up through lidded eyes, still bobbing her head and moaning softly. He grinned, tightening his grip as he began to guide her a bit faster. The husky only moaned louder, nuzzling against his palms. The sight sent a shiver down his back, and he grit his teeth around a smile when she seized on his hesitation and curled her tongue around his shaft.

Just then, the passionate quiet was shattered by a rapid pounding from the vestibule. Tramp tensed, his grip tightening enough to elicit a muffled yelp from Jenna. Wincing, he immediately released her ears and stroked them plaintively, murmuring an apology.

"Wouldn't you know it," Lady groaned. "Even a two-day respite can't keep the railroad away." She sighed. "Chief wouldn't send someone for us unless it was an emergency, would he?"

The pounding came again, even louder this time.

"Well, whoever it is, they're not going away." Tramp eased back, pulling his shaft from Jenna's muzzle. "I'll go see what this is all about." Pausing, he bent to kiss the husky's forehead. "Be back in a minute."

Even as he bustled into the main hall, he could see someone in the cloudy window glass by the front door. The knocking came again.

"Alright, alright, I'm coming," Tramp called, checking that his robe was securely tied as he grumbled to himself. "Who on earth comes knocking at this hour of the morning?"

Tossing back the bolt and chain, the mutt prepared a scowl for the unexpected visitor and almost immediately dropped it when he recognized a smaller version of himself.

"Morning, Dad," the smaller mutt, trying to duck past him. "No time to chat, gotta run."

Catching his son by the collar of his shirt, Tramp stifled a laugh and put on a serious tone.

 "Hold on a minute. Just where have you been all night?" Belatedly, he realized they'd been very lucky that Scamp and Angel had been out the previous night. He'd have to keep their schedules in mind if the Seppalas stopped by again. "And why the hurry? If you're just coming home doesn't that mean you're off for the day?"

Huffing, Scamp half turned to face him, still trying to wriggle loose. "I wish. Old man Slade's got Angel and I on a slow freight all the way to Atlanta coming back tomorrow." When Tramp still didn't let go, he spun around and whined, "C'mon, Dad, I'm gonna be late. Bad enough I left my key back at the station, and we'll both need a change of clothes."

Tramp chuckled as he nudged Scamp toward the stairs. "Well, far be it from me to delay the best conductor on the W&A. Go on." He turned to shut the front door.

Scamp dashed across the vestibule before pausing mid-stride. "Wait, is that bacon?" His son sucked in a deep breath just as he looked back at him, missing the dawning horror on Tramp's face. "Oh, I can't pass that up." And he jogged toward the kitchen.

"Hold on, Whirlwind," Tramp called, but it was too late. Even as he watched, Scamp rounded the corner into the kitchen and froze in his tracks. Pinching his brow, Tramp bounded after him, wondering just how he was going to explain the debaucherous sight. "Scamp..." he began, just as he rounded the corner and slammed to a stop himself.

Balto sat at the kitchen table, a small bowl of apple and peaches in front of him, in the middle of chewing. The cushion and pillow were nowhere to be seen, not to mention Lady. Peeking around the cabinets to the stove, Jenna was also gone. Tramp shut his eyes and let out a breath as Balto cleared his throat, a disarming smile already crossing his muzzle.

"Good morning," he said cheerily, motioning to the young mutt with his fork. "Scamp, right?"

"Uh, yeah, that's me," Scamp stammered, his ears drooping. "Oh no, am I getting sacked?"

Balto burst out laughing, and Tramp couldn't help but chuckle too.

"No, no," Balto managed, waving his hand. "I didn't mean to give you a scare."

By now, Tramp had collected himself and chimed in, "Mister Seppala was in the neighborhood and joined us for breakfast."

"Oh, phew," Scamp panted, his whole form relaxing. He looked again at the sizzling pan and strode over to it. "Do you mind if I take a few strips, Dad?"

Tramp glanced at Balto, who winked just before he suddenly clamped his muzzle shut and coughed. That drew Scamp's attention again, and Balto cleared his throat.

"Don't mind me, something just went down the wrong tube." He cleared his throat again, glaring at his bowl. "That's what I get for speaking with my mouth full."

Despite what the GM had said, Tramp noticed his ears were laid back and the hackles on the back of his neck were up. Scamp seemed puzzled, too. Moving between them, Tramp shifted the pan off the hot plate and scooped a few slices of bacon onto a bit of parchment paper. Wrapping it up quickly, he handed the bundle to Scamp and nudged him toward the doorway.

"That should tide you over, now go on, didn't you say you had to run?"

"Oh right!" the boy gasped, thundering up the stairs and out of site.

Tramp watched the ceiling, listening at the distant sound of dresser drawers as he walked back out into the vestibule. He was waiting at the bottom of the stairs when Scamp dashed down a few moments later.

"Bye Dad, tell Mom I said hi," he called over his shoulder, pausing just long enough to shut the door behind him.

Tramp let out a deep sigh and shook his head over a smile. Quickly locking the front door again, he returned to the kitchen, where Balto was staring accusingly down at his lap.

"All you had to do was wait and be quite for a minute."

Two lovely voices giggled from underneath the table.

"Where's the fun in that?" came Jenna's teasing tone.

Blinking rapidly, Tramp lifted the table cloth, revealing the two ladies kneeling side by side between the wolf-dog's legs. Somehow they'd managed to undo Balto's belt and trouser buttons, even with their hands still tied firmly behind their backs. They'd even teased his hardening member out from his undergarments.

"Did you really want to explain to Whirlwind what you're doing all tied up like that?" Tramp cut in, helping to guide Lady, then Jenna out from under the table. "Never mind Miss Jenna."

Lady quirked an eyebrow at him as she stood. "He's old enough to know that pups don't come from the stork, you and I already talked him through that."

Tramp pinched his brow. "That's not what I mean, and you know it. I know he takes after me in all the worst ways some times, and I want him to see us in love with each other, but he does not need to see us like this."

"Well," Jenna cut in, grinning at Lady, "thankfully he didn't notice." She strode over to Tramp, her hips swaying as a different expression crossed her face. "Now, I'm starting to get an itch I can't scratch. Could you lend me a hand? I tend to get downright insubordinate when I'm...itchy."

Tramp's brow shot up, but he grinned back at her and took the dangling leash in his hand.

"Do you need me to go run a bath for you, Miss Lady?" he heard Balto say. "I'm afraid the juices might stain your lovely fur."

"I have a better idea," came the sultry reply.

Glancing over at the two of them, Tramp watched a still-bound Lady nudge Balto back into his chair before straddling his waist and thrusting her bosom against his muzzle.

"I'm sure your tongue will do just as good a job," she said sweetly. "And besides, I'm starting to get a bit itchy myself."

Jenna cleared her throat and he turned back to her. The husky raised her brow as if to say, 'Eyes here' and sauntered over to another chair before taking a seat and spreading her legs. Still holding the leash, Tramp knelt before her and shifted her legs up onto his shoulders, pulling her closer. As he ran his tongue along her wet slit, he heard her moan.

"Mmm," Lady hummed from somewhere nearby. "Let's not wait until the next time you're just passing through."

"I couldn't agree more," Jenna groaned happily.

"I'll leave our address on a card," Balto murmured between little gasps from Lady. "Maybe we can return the favor soon."

Tramp grinned, delving his tongue into Jenna's sacredness, his hands tracing up her sides.

She gasped, crossing her legs behind his back. "Why wait?" she panted. "We can have a day in town. Ah! Balto and I can go back to the Endurance for a change of clothes - oh yes keep doing that - and we'll meet you at the Diamond Horseshoe."

"Ooh, that sounds lovely," Lady cooed in a tone of equal arousal and pleasure. "We haven't been to the Horseshoe in ages, and I wouldn't mind another swing around the dance floor. What do you say?"

"Consider it done," Balto rumbled, his voice muffled by Lady's chest.

"And speaking of returning the favor..." Lady murmured.

Tramp heard the creak of Balto's chair and a brief shuffle of feet before Balto exhaled noisily, joined by a low moan from Lady. Glancing up, he saw Jenna looking intently over his head. He drew back, eliciting a gasp from Jenna as he shifted her legs off his shoulders. Standing, he licked his lips and pressed them against hers. Jenna leaned in eagerly, arching her back, and when they broke the kiss she was panting. He lifted the leash and beckoned her up. When she stood, he quickly guided her around the table to stand opposite their mates.

Lady was straddling Balto's lap, her bound arms facing them and her ears tossed back. Balto's hands guided her hips as she bounced up and down, her soft moans competing with the wet slap of fur on fur. Tramp noticed Jenna shiver briefly and her ears laid back. Nudging her against the table, he put a hand on her back and gently pushed her down. The cushion from the love seat gave her something soft to rest on, and she turned her head to one side, still able to watch their mates but also him. Tramp stilled her wagging tail and brushed it aside, taking her rump in one hand as the other guided his stiffening shaft to her entrance.

"I thought you'd like that," he said with a grin. "Now why don't we do something about that itch?"

"Please," was the last, dreamy reply Tramp heard before wet warmth around his member and the intermingled moans of two ladies became his whole world. He couldn't help but notice that his mate and Balto's would occasionally lock eyes and smile. Whatever Lady and Jenna were thinking of next, he couldn't imagine how it would top the last half a day, but he'd thought that before, and was always happy to be proven wrong.
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