Marceline, Georgia - May 1893 Amid the bustle of the Saturday afternoon crowd, two canines still carrying the scent of coal dust left the Marceline rail station arm in arm. The taller of the two, a gray mutt with a tousled muzzle and ears that perked to match his cheerful mood, twirled the green-tinted goggles of a fireman in his free hand. He whistled a cheery tune as they walked out onto the main street, occasionally brushing at some speck on his shirt. Beside him, a brown spaniel tossed her flowing ears over her shoulders and couldn't help but hum along. While she'd managed to keep her light blue shirt and darker skirt mostly free of debris, there was a reason Tramp had opted for a gray shirt and dark brown pants, only donning the matching brown vest once they'd pulled into Marceline. Between the buildings of downtown, the sun was dipping low on a long day that capped an even longer week, but she could not have cared less. The mid-spring breeze swirling around them stood in stark contrast to the heat of the engine cab they'd only recently left, and she relished it. Though it had been hours since her last meal, food wasn't the only thing she was craving. There was an excellent little dance hall in town, and Lady Dear was itching to cut a rug. "You're sure you don't mind going out?" she said aside to her mate, giving his hand a squeeze. "I know we had our hands full today." "Not in the least, Pidge," Tramp replied. "Long as we've got a little time to recover, I'll always be happy to take you for a spin." Lady practically skipped the next few steps. "It's been too long," she sighed happily. "Not just a spin, I hope?" "Not if you play your cards right," came the ready reply. "I'd say behave, but I'm not that stupid." Lady batted his arm despite her laughter. Even though the best they could do was two days off, it was more than enough. They were getting on in years, as her mate liked to put it, but they weren't nearly out to pasture. Railroading was a job, sure, but that didn't mean they couldn't enjoy a good long run with the sun shining and the breeze whipping past the cab to cool them from the sweltering heat of the firebox. Yet even those glorious runs couldn't make up for the long hours, and she wouldn't have faulted him for turning homeward. She was half-tempted herself, but who knew when the next guaranteed two-day break would come? She'd decided to make the most of it. The Lucky Nugget was already busy by the time Lady and Tramp arrived; worn tables filled from wall to wall and the dance floor nearly as packed. In the corner on a small stage, a three-piece band of fiddle, hand drum and box piano competed with the low rumble of the crowd. A haze of cigarette smoke clung to the ceiling, occasionally swirling down when the front door swung open and shut. Lady glanced questioningly at her mate, but his easygoing smile was enough and she shouldered her way through to the bar. Shortly they each had a pint and a tip to the bartender would hold a stool at the bar for Miss Lady. The brews went down easy, and about the time they were half-way done the band picked up a livelier number and Lady saw their chance as the dance floor crowd thinned. "What do you say?" Lady set her mug down and shot her mate a knowing smile. "Think we could show these folks a few things?" "Lead the way, Pidge." Ducking between the cramped tables with only the occasional apology, the Dears made their way onto the dance floor just as the song hit its refrain, and they were swept along in a tide of canines and felines of all types. The movements were closer to hopping rail ties than any formal steps she'd learned, but even after a long day it never failed to get her smiling. Combined with the music and laughter filling the room, the sight of her mate beaming each time he twirled her around made her feel years younger. One song faded into the next, and the one after that, but neither of them really noticed. It was only when the end of a song drew a round of applause that they realized the band was taking a break, and the Dears drifted back over to their place at the bar. "Brings back old memories, don't it?" Tramp said over the rim of his glass. "Aren't you glad I insisted we have our wedding reception here?" She smiled, motioning around. "I don't think it was quite what my family was expecting, but most of them at least looked like they were having fun." Leaning over, she kissed him on the cheek. "And yes, I certainly am glad you insisted. It certainly made the walk to our honeymoon suite easier." "Walk?" Tramp chuckled. "I distinctly remember carrying you there when you said your feet were sore." "And singing verse after verse of Bella Notte," she replied with a playful roll of her eyes. "At least until we got to the hotel." "Hey, you love my singing." "I love you," Lady corrected, tapping him on the nose with her finger. "Your singing, I tolerate, because I love you." Seeing the band returning to the stage, she nodded to the dance floor. "Speaking of, I think I'm about ready for another spin. How about a shot for courage?" Her mate grinned and held up 2 fingers to the bartender, a blond-furred terrier gal. "Two please, Gerta." In short order, she brought the pair of small glasses and the Dears knocked them back. Almost immediately, Lady coughed at the unfamiliar burn that ran down her throat and took a gulp from her mug. Tramp seemed to be feeling the same, scrunching up his face and peering at the small glass accusingly. "That tasted like kerosene smells," he rumbled, taking a swig from his own mug. Waving down the bartender, he managed a wry smile. "Say, Gerta what gives? That didn't taste like whiskey." "I think that's our fault," came a voice from over Lady's shoulder. The spaniel was smiling before she even turned around, and seeing Jenna in a simple yet stylish green dress she beamed. "Miss Jenna, what a lovely surprise!" She wrapped her arms around the red and white husky, swaying just a bit. "How have you been?" "Just fine, thank you," Jenna replied as they pulled back from the embrace, still holding hands. "And how are you and Tramp getting on?" "The railroad keeps us busy, that's for sure," her mate replied, "Never a dull moment." "Not that that's a bad thing," Lady added hastily. "Still, some surprises are better than others. I suppose Tramp and I got your drinks by mistake?" Behind Jenna, Balto strolled up wearing a brown suit that somehow complimented his fur. He grinned sheepishly over the two mugs he was holding. "Sure seems that way. Sorry about that. It's not always available, so I thought we'd have a nip." Jenna took one of the offered mugs with a knowing smile. "Boris always seemed to have some lying around." "And I owe that old goose a nice bottle next I see him," Balto chuckled, waving across the hall. "Won't you two join us?" "I don't see where," Lady lamented, but Jenna squeezed her shoulder. "Leave that to me." Without another word, she disappeared into the crowd. At the same time, Gerta returned with two small glasses of amber liquid and swept the empties away with a muffled apology. Lady waved it away, but took the glasses and set them in front of Balto. "Well then, since we took yours, it's only fair you take ours." Balto began to reply, but Lady shushed him with a finger on his lips. "And I'll hear no arguments." Smiling, Balto shook his head and picked up both glasses. "I won't subject Jenna to rail whiskey, but perhaps I can entice your husband?" Almost before he'd finished the sentence, Tramp snatched the glass from his outstretched arm. "Don't threaten me with a good time." Raising the glass, he grinned. "Salud." Balto returned the gesture. "Za zdo-rov-ye." Lady quirked an eyebrow at Balto's toast, but gave a playful scowl to Tramp. "A holdover from Rosita?" Tramp's ears laid back and his pinched the bridge of his muzzle. "You will never let me live that down, will you?" "Absolutely not." Glancing across the room, she spotted Jenna waving an arm above the crowd. "I think we have a table!" Turning to Balto, she offered her arm. "Care to lead the way?" Balto nodded. With a thank you to the bartender, Lady snatched up their mugs and followed Balto through the crowd. Tramp followed close behind. She almost asked how Jenna had managed to find an empty table, but the husky spoke up first. "What a treat to see you both again." She first looked at Lady, but her gaze quickly shifted to the mutt beside her. "What brings you to the Nugget?" Lady matched her smile. "The same thing as you, it seems. A diversion on the dance floor." "Not to mention the cheap beer," Tramp piped up from behind his mug. Balto rumbled in agreement, then paused. "If you'll excuse me just a moment, ladies?" With a nod, he made for the bar. Lady looked to Jenna. "He'll be trying to cover out tab too, I don't suppose." "He can try all he likes." Tramp took a long swig from his glass. "I already told Gerta to put whatever the GM orders on our tab, and not to let him spend a dime." "Oh, he won't like that," Jenna sighed with a smile. "But thank you Tramp." Lady sought to divert the conversation. "Are you two here on business?" "For once, no," the husky replied. "We decided to get away for a couple of days, make our way up the line to Chattanooga." Tramp set aside his mug. "Try to enjoy the last bits of spring before the summer heat?" Lady's ears perked up. Something in his tone caught her attention, as did a familiar look in Jenna's eyes. "Exactly." "I suppose you already have plans for the evening?" Lady prodded lightly. Jenna blinked and turned her head toward the spaniel. "Nothing beyond a quick dinner in town and a room at Hotel Marceline, as far as I know." Her coy tone matched her raised brow. "Our home isn't far out of town." Lady glanced aside at Tramp, who was already grinning. "Why don't you stay with us?" Jenna put a hand to her chest. "Oh, I certainly wouldn't want to impose." "Nonsense," Tramp said, beaming. "Besides, how often would we ever get the chance to return the favor of hospitality?" Seeing Balto returning, she raised her voice. "More often, if we can pry ourselves away from the railroad for a day or two now and then." "I assume that was a jab at me," Balto said, laughing behind closed lips. "I'm perfectly capable of taking a break, but unlike the banks, there is no day off for the railroad." "Not unless you make one," his mate replied, taking a sip. "Contrary to popular belief, that's well above my pay grade. Now let's not spoil the evening with business talk." Pausing to take a healthy gulp from his own glass, he turned to the Dears. "Have you had dinner yet? We were going to make our way to Dalmatian Plantation after a few more songs." Jenna nudged his arm. "Dear, you shouldn't call it that." "Why not? It's a perfectly fitting name." "Sure," Tramp cut in, "but if it sticks then it won't be long before someone starts saying the place has spotty service, and that won't do them any favors." Lady scowled at her mate, but Jenna couldn't stifle a laugh fast enough. "No it certainly won't," the husky managed after a moment. "Balto dear, Lady and Tramp invited us to stay the night at their home this evening. What do you say?" "It's really no trouble at all," Lady added quickly, dipping her head and putting on her best doe eyes. "We'd love to host you, especially after that run on the Special." Balto opened his mouth, shut it, and looked at his mate. "Well, how can I say no to that?" Turning back to Lady, he smiled broadly. "Why don't you join us for dinner, then we'll all make our way to your house?" "We'd be happy to." Lady smiled and reached her foot out beneath the table to brush the GM's leg. She grinned when his ears shot up. "Splendid," Jenna replied. "Miss Lady, did you want to have a turn on the dance floor?" Seeing the husky beginning to rub her fingers together, Lady shook her head. "I wouldn't mind sitting a bit longer, actually," She turned her gaze back to Balto. "I was hoping to pry some more stories out of your husband, nothing too personal I promise." Glancing aside, she continued, "But I'm sure Tramp wouldn't mind obliging." "Not at all." Tramp swept out of his seat and guided Jenna onto the floor just as the band started up again. Lady couldn't help but notice Balto watched them slip right into the jaunty tune. When he shook his head, she reached out to put her hand on his. His ears perked, and he looked back toward her with a half smile on his muzzle. She replied in kind, tilting her head, and he sighed as his smile widened. "Just reminds me of our first dance together." "Oh?" "Yeah. She'd just gotten out of a rough relationship and for some reason took a liking to me. It was right on the heels of a near disaster in Nome that we started seeing each other, publicly anyway. I'm pretty sure it was Jenna who asked me to dance that first night." "Near disaster?" Lady leaned forward, brow raised. "When you pushed those burning cars full of dynamite out of town?" Balto waved it away. "Yes, that's the one. All that matters is it worked." "Something tells me Jenna has a different view of things." "She certainly does," Balto laughed, putting his other hand atop Lady's. "It's easier to do foolhardy things when you're in love." "Don't I know it." Lady giggled softly and squeezed his hand. "Foolhardy or no, you did save the day. I'm sure that didn't hurt your prospects." Balto's smile shrank. "Still, you should have seen the looks some of the folks gave us — well, me mostly — when we started dancing. I like to think it was just because I was utterly terrible at it." He turned to look pointedly at the dance floor, and Lady followed his gaze. "Tramp seems to know what he's doing though." Lady got the sense that his dance skills had been far from the only reason for the odd looks, but she knew what it looked like to cover hurt with a lighter topic. "He's more at home in little holes in the wall like this than I'll ever be. Goodness knows where he learned to dance like that, because it wasn't from me." The rumble of the crowd barely registered. "Well, surely Jenna didn't mind whatever limited dancing skills you claim you had?" "No, she didn't mind," he continued, glancing out at the dance floor again. "She was a governess then, and knew all the proper steps. Sometimes we'd use the hospital's boiler room when it got cold, sometimes she'd come out to the engine house after I'd finished for the day. And we'd just practice." "Dancing for hours on end?" she replied, rubbing her thumb along his knuckles. "That must have been exhausting." He turned back to her with a smile. "It never seemed to tire me much." "Not hard to find the stamina with such a beautiful teacher, I'm sure." "No it was not." His smile turned to a grin and she felt a shudder run up her spine. She couldn't hide the flush on her cheeks. "The struggle was keeping hold of my wandering imagination, especially when it was just the two of us." "I can only imagine," she said, a moment before she realized the play on words and they both laughed. "Once our better halves come back, why don't you and I go cut a rug, hmm?" Around them, the little hall filled with applause and cheers as the band finished their song. Lady realized with a start that it wasn't the same song that had been playing when Tramp and Jenna left. How much time had passed? Scant moments later, the very same couple slipped through the crowd to rejoin them. To his credit, Tramp remembered to hold Jenna's chair out for her before flopping into his own seat. "Hoo-ee, the place is jumping tonight," he panted, downing the last of his glass. "So I see," Lady laughed, finishing her own glass as she looked to Jenna. "I hope my husband behaved himself?" "Oh Pidge, where's your sense of trust? I was a perfect gentleman," Tramp protested. "Why, some fellow called me a 'lucky damned rounder' and I only spared him half a glance. Didn't even break my stride." "It's good you didn't," Jenna continued, tossing her head back and forth in an almost haughty manner. "When you spun me around I told him he didn't know the half of it." Lady's eyes went wide along with Tramp's and she felt Balto's hands slip from her grasp. "Jen," Balto began quietly, ears laid back, "did you really?" "Of course," she replied, though her satisfied smile began to fade as she looked around the table. "After all, it takes more than luck for someone to fill in for you, dear." Lady felt some of the tension ebb away, though Tramp spoke up next. "That's not the only way someone could take that little quip, Miss Jenna." The red and cream husky furrowed her brow for a moment before realization dawned, and her entire expression seemed to collapse. She clasped both hands over her muzzle and looked to her mate. "Oh Balto I'm so sorry," she gasped, looking positively stricken. "What must they think?" The wolf-dog glanced out at the crowd, but the next dance had started up. He sat up straight and let out a breath, then reached out to take one of Jenna's hands in his. "Was it someone you know?" Jenna shook her head. "Tramp?" "Seen a few faces from the railroad scattered around, but nobody ever gave me a second glance." "Then it's nothing worth worrying about," he replied with a smile, looking to Jenna. "Nothing at all. Now why don't we go get some dinner? All that dancing sure has given me an appetite." The four of them got up, but Jenna stepped close to him. "You're not worried?" Balto put a hand on her waist as the other cupped her cheek to dry her eye. "Not at all. Put it out of your mind, darling." He wrapped his arm around her and they kissed. "How about dinner then?" Jenna nodded, and Lady took Tramp's hand to lead them out. Dinner at the Hotel Marceline was simplicity itself. The Seppalas had a dinner reservation and the table easily sat the four of them comfortably. Lady let Balto hold Jenna's chair out before choosing her own chair, though she would have sworn up and down she hadn't been trying to emulate their once-before evening date. Almost as soon as they sat down, the waiter passed out glasses of  cool water and their menus. A short while later — very short, Balto insisted — their dishes arrived piping hot and the famished four dug in. Conversation was light, though she couldn't resist asking Balto to pass this plate or that only to brush her hand across his before taking whatever he held out to her. This time, too, she was certain that Jenna was teasing Tramp under the table, mostly because they inadvertently teased each other for a moment before realizing their mistake. She couldn't tell if their mates even noticed. They'd nearly finished eating when a sharply-dressed dalmatian stopped by their table. Balto stood even as the dalmatian waved him back. "Please, I didn't mean to interrupt, that's really not necessary." "Nonsense," Balto replied, clasping his hand. "Do we have you to thank for the excellent service?" "Not at all. I thought I might just say hello, make sure everyone was happy." "The meal was wonderful," Jenna gushed. The dalmatian beamed. "I've very pleased to hear you say so, Miss Jenna." "Won't you sit down and join us for a minute?" Balto motioned to an empty chair at a nearby table. "If it weren't a Saturday evening, I'd be happy to oblige, but this is the busy season." Balto nodded and sat down, then his ears snapped back. "Where are my manners? Pongo, these are our friends, Tramp and Lady Dear." Motioning to the dalmatian, he looked to the Dears. "Tramp, Lady, this is Mister Pongo Radcliffe, owner of this lovely hotel." Lady watched Pongo's gaze drift from the wolf-dog to her, then Tramp, then back to her again. He smiled, nodding his head to each of them in turn. "Glad to meet you both," the dalmatian said. "Any friend of Balto's is a friend of mine." He stuck out his hand and Lady took it, then Tramp. "Let me know if there's anything I can do to make dinner more enjoyable." "We'll let you know if we think of anything," Lady replied softly. Even as Pongo was talking, her gaze shifted back to Balto and almost unconsciously she reached out her leg beneath the table to brush her toes along Balto's thigh. The wolf-dog's shoulders snapped back and he sat up a little straighter as a shiver seemed to pass up his spine. Pongo paused in shaking Tramp's hand to smirk at Balto. "You all right, old boy? Got the shivers, even on a summer's eve?" Balto locked eyes with Lady for a moment before turning to Pongo. "I suppose so," he rumbled with a small smile. Lady couldn't help but grin, even as a slight blush crept onto her cheeks. Pongo let Tramp's hand go, seeming none the wiser. "Well, then I won't intrude any longer." He dipped his muzzle with a smile. "Cheers" Turning on a dime, the dalmatian strode over to another table. By the look of it, a very similar conversation came up. "Well," Balto began, downing the last of his water, "I think that would be our cue." He and Tramp stood. Almost instinctively, Lady held out her hand for Balto. The wolf-dog hesitated and she blushed fiercely, but managed to smile. "Would you be kind enough to escort me home, Balto?" Taking her hand, he smiled back as she stood. "Happily, if you'll lead the way." Beside her, Jenna asked Tramp for his company on the walk as well, but Lady hardly noticed, fixated on Balto's golden eyes as she stepped up beside him and wrapped her arm around his. It was a show she expected no one had even noticed, but thought of someone wondering sent a shiver down her spine. Amid the bustle of the dining room, she doubted anyone beside the four of them heard Tramp stifle a chuckle and say, "What was that you told me about behaving myself?" The last orange hues of sunset were fading in the sky when the four canines arrived at the Dears' home outside of Marceline. Inside the main foyer, the grandfather clock struck eight, though it seemed to Lady that only she noticed, and for good reason. She could hardly remember what she'd eaten for dinner, but not because it was bland. If anything, she blamed the long walk from Hotel Marceline to their home on Snobb Hill, where her feet carried her by memory and her mind was free to wander. Small talk came easily, but her focus had been on Balto's arm. He'd shed his suit jacket for the walk and carried it over his other shoulder. Through the shirt's thin fabric she could feel his muscles and for a moment she was back aboard the Endurance, sandwiched between Balto and the wall, hefted easily in his embrace. Her tail began to wag and she squeezed his arm a little tighter, only offering a sly smile when he glanced her way. Her ears perked at a muffled laugh from behind them, and she and Balto looked back. Tramp was grinning ear to ear as Jenna covered her muzzle with her free paw; her other arm was similarly wrapped around Tramp's. The mutt met her gaze, then Balto's as the four of them rounded the corner not far from home. To his credit, Tramp only looked slightly sheepish in his expression and Balto turned his gaze back to Lady. A timely gust of wind carried a few new scents to her nose, and it wasn't hard to summarize what her mate and Balto's had been discussing. "A fine night for a walk," Balto offered softly. Lady blinked, blushing at how easily she'd been distracted. "It is, even for summer, but I could do with a refreshment. And you?" "I certainly wouldn't say no." In no time at all, the four of them reached the Dears' home and, seeing Tramp had very quickly become enthralled with his chat with Miss Jenna, Lady held the door. Balto made to hold it for her, but she shooed him inside with a playful grin and gestured for Tramp and Jenna to follow him. She couldn't help the cool shiver that ran up her spine as she shut the door to her home and turned the lock. The world outside could wait. Now the real fun could begin. "Tramp, could you be a dear and see if we have any bourbon tucked away? Or at least some champagne?" she said sweetly, taking Balto by the arm. "We'll all wait in the sitting room." Her mate perked up from a conversation with Jenna and nodded. He bent to excuse himself with a kiss on her hand. "Don't keep us waiting too long," the husky teased with a small smile. "Wouldn't dream of it," he replied before sauntering off toward the kitchen. Turning, Jenna slipped her arm around Balto's and together she and Lady walked him into the front room. As Lady paused to turn on the gas light, Jenna gave Balto a peck on the cheek and strode over to the piano that took up a good portion of the small room. Running her fingers across the keys, she hummed appreciatively. "Do you play, Miss Lady?" Far from surprised, her tone was leading, inviting with a twist. "When the mood strikes me, yes." "I don't mean to press, but perhaps you would indulge us?" Balto put his hand on Lady's and turned to say something, but she only smiled. "I know just the thing." Guiding Balto gently along with her, she slid onto the piano bench and let go of his arm, but not before giving his hand a gentle squeeze. Letting her fingers drift over the keys, she began to play. Softly at first, she began with a floating melody that always reminded her of a river, twisting and turning, sometimes fast and other times slow as it flowed along. Jenna meanwhile seated herself on the green sofa, situated so guests could watch the pianist but couldn't see the keys. Glancing aside, Lady thought of the very different view afforded by the tiny red love seat by the entryway, which faced the piano from almost the opposite angle. A lovely view of the pianist's hands on the keys, but barely a hint at their face. All throughout, Balto stood beside the bench, facing his wife with his hands clasped behind his back. As the tune drew her toward the lower end of the piano, she looked up and saw he was smiling, eyes closed and listening intently. Almost at that moment, he cracked his right eye open and met her gaze. She couldn't help but blush. "That's lovely, Miss Lady," he rumbled, half-turning his head. "Though for the life of me I don't recognize the song." Lady grinned. "Well, you'll surely know the next one," she replied, ears perking as Tramp swept into the room behind her. A flute glass of champagne appeared on the piano before her just as her mate slipped past Balto, leaving the wolf-dog with a snifter of strong whiskey. The mutt took a seat next to Jenna with a matching glass to Balto's and toasted Jenna's flute. "What should we toast to this time?" Balto looked around at the rest of them. Lady let her drifting melody fade away and plucked her glass from the piano. "Chance encounters and crowded dance floors, I say." Balto nodded and tapped his glass to hers. As she set her glass aside, Lady caught Jenna's eye and the husky winked. Neither of their mates seemed to notice, though Lady was hard-pressed to look away when Jenna gave Tramp a peck on the cheek. Cheeks flushed, Lady took another sip of champagne and set to the keys perhaps not as gently as she'd intended. Mimicking the brass introduction to the next piece was always tricky. Still, she quickly gathered herself and traipsed down a descending chord that caught Balto's eye as she began to sing. "You do something to me, something that simply mystifies me..." That got Jenna's attention as well, and the Seppalas beamed as Tramp smiled proudly at her. The song was short, and she let her eyes wander as she sang and played with no need for sheet music. Balto, Tramp and even Jenna were each treated to a line or two as though she was singing directly to each of them in turn. She didn't think she'd consciously put weight behind whom she looked to on which verse, but the song seemed to carry her and she wasn't sure she could answer truthfully if someone had asked her. Thankfully, when the song ended, she had no time for such self-reflection. Her audience was riveted. "Just once more?" Balto set his glass beside hers and raised his brow as his ears laid back. "It's such a treat to hear it this way." He held her gaze for a few long moments before running a hand along the piano's top. She blinked, trying to tamp down the blush that look had brought to her face, and glanced over the piano to the couch again. Tramp and Jenna were side by side, looking quite comfortable with his arm over her shoulder. Even as Tramp beckoned for her to play on, Jenna's hand slid up his thigh and he huffed a sigh through his nose. Jenna met Lady's gaze at that and raised an eyebrow, dipping her muzzle with a smile toward the cocker spaniel. An unspoken question hung in the air, and in that moment it seemed only the two of them were aware. Lady grinned back and nodded. The melody came easily to her fingers but as she prepared to sing she was surprised to hear Balto humming the last few bars of the orchestral intro, and he began to sing instead. "You do something to me, something that simply mystifies me." His baritone voice made her ears perk up as he sang first to Jenna, then turned his gaze to her. "Tell me, why should it be, you have the power to hypnotize me?" Feeling suddenly like a schoolgirl caught misbehaving, she smiled sheepishly as her ears folded back, but never stopped playing. A quick glance at the couch showed Tramp and Jenna had set aside their drinks and the mutt was responding to Jenna's wandering hands with his own. Jenna met her gaze for an instant and licked her lips. Balto's smile never faltered as he drifted closer to the piano and leaned down to tap his glass to hers. "Let me live 'neath your spell. Do do that voodoo that you do so well. For you do something to me, that nobody else can do." Rather than drift away, Balto took up the lower range of the piano and made to join Lady on the bench, which she gladly obliged. Together they swept through another repetition of the song without saying a word, only bouncing lightly along the piano keys. At the end, the two of them even added a flourish that passed from his left hand to her right along the length of the keyboard. Together they plucked their glasses for a toast, as a breathy moan drew their gaze to the couch. Jenna's dress had slipped down both arms to bare her breasts, which Tramp was eagerly tending to. At the same time, he'd lost his ascot and Jenna had undone his trousers to stroke his freed member. When she turned back, Lady found Balto looking at her with that same warm smile and a waiting glass. "Another tune you'd like to treat us to?" he asked as she tapped her flute to his snifter. "Not that I'd miss the chance to hear that lovely singing voice you've been hiding," she replied, downing the remaining champagne, "but I think that's enough piano for tonight." Setting the glass aside, she swept her legs over the piano bench as Balto stood with his hand outstretched. He easily guided her to her feet and she moved in close, pressing against him and slipping her other hand up to his shoulder. Hearing cloth and leather hit the floor nearby, she leaned in to kiss him as her hands went to her waist, quickly loosening her own belt and dropping her skirt and undergarments together. She drew back from the kiss only long enough to undo the buttons on his vest. Balto responded by starting on her shirt, but as soon as she unbuttoned his vest she loosened his belt. Even as he swept his arms behind his back to shrug off the vest her lips met his again and he moaned into her mouth as her fingers caressed his shaft before slipping around his waist.to undo the tail latch and let his trousers fall away. She slipped her hands into his undergarments and pulled them down as she dropped to her knees in front of him. Her lips found the underside of his shaft as she helped him to step out of his trousers, then just as quickly she rose to her feet and took him by the hand. A small smile crossed her lips when she realized he'd barely managed to undo half the buttons on his shirt. The red love seat by the door would do nicely; it had been some time since it got any love. A glance over her shoulder showed Jenna straddling Tramp's lap, both of them completely nude. The husky had given Tramp a fine view of her tail as he began to guide her hips up and down. Even as she met Lady's gaze, Jenna seemed lost in carnal pleasure as her hands came to her breasts. Somewhat distracted, Lady bumped into the love seat and Balto bumped against her. She gasped as his shaft slipped between her legs to brush against her wet slit. "C'mere," she purred, guiding him in front of her. "Have a seat, and enjoy the ride." With a gentle shove, she set him down and climbed up to straddle him, humming as his tip poked at her entrance. She almost laughed seeing him still working to undo the buttons on his shirt, especially considering hers was the only garment she still wore. "Is it that warm in here already?" He paused, grinning. "No, I just thought—" "I think those paws of your could be put to better use." "Oh?" "Mm-hmm." She plucked his hands from his shirt and brought them to her hips, then leaned back, posting her hands on his thighs. Whimpering, she worked her body back and forth, coating his shaft with her love fluids. Balto panted, guiding her hips back and forth as she drew herself up, his hardening shaft dragging across her wet slit until the tip was barely prodding at her entrance. She let out a soft moan and looked at him. "Here we go, big guy." Even as he opened his muzzle to reply she slowly sank down, taking his shaft nearly to the hilt. Lady gasped sharply as she felt his member hit the back of her tunnel, but couldn't quite feel his hips beneath her. Instinctively, she began working her hips side to side, trying to take him in just a bit further before she remembered his unusual length and almost laughed. Paws weren't the only big thing that ran in his family, that was for sure. She was full to the brim and the only thing on her mind were those golden eyes on hers and his big paws on her hips. A part of her wanted to turn the tables and let him plow her into the cushions, but for what she had in mind next she needed him as rested as he could be, so she would take charge here. Slowly at first, she raised herself up on her knees and let herself sink back down into Balto's lap. The wolf-dog grinned, puffing a breath out through his nostrils even as she drew herself up again. Little by little, she increased the pace; her gasps grew into open-mawed pants of ecstasy each time their hips nearly met. Beneath her, Balto gave a bare-toothed grin as he continued to guide her up and down. Only the occasional wince or pant gave any indication that he was nearing release just as fast as she was. They weren't the only ones. Jenna's sing-song moan made Lady's ears perk up. Even as her vision grew hazy with need, she paused, grinding her hips against his as she looked over her shoulder. Tramp lay sprawled on the couch with his hands on either side of Jenna's tail. The mutt's head was lolled back and his tongue hung from a slack jaw as Jenna rode him. The husky was sprawled over the sofa's armrest opposite Tramp, gripping tightly and throwing her whole body into every motion. What had been a light bounce had become a wild pounding. Though the husky's eyes were closed, there was no doubt who was in charge as she rode Tramp hard, every slap of their hips plain to hear. Jenna's soft cries were becoming louder, and behind her Tramp gritted his teeth. Lady turned back to Balto and rolled her hips, working his member around inside her. His steady pants melted into moans as his grip tightened on her hips. Just as she felt the familiar warmth in her gut, his eyes met hers and then drifted down to her bosom. She grinned and licked her lips. "Go on, let me feel those big paws," she prodded, bouncing a bit higher. Her half-buttoned shirt left very little to the imagination. Balto slid his hands up her sides and under her shirt, easily taking one in each hand and digging his fingers into her soft flesh. Lady whimpered, watching him through lidded eyes as he ran his hands over her breasts, caressing and squeezing. Her nipples drew his attention almost immediately, and a gentle flick of his thumbs across the sensitive nubs made her gasp. He responded by rolling his thumbs in circles, tweaking her nubs this way and that. Lady gave a joyful cry and redoubled her speed, tongue lolling out of her mouth as she felt that wonderful warm pressure swiftly building. "More," she gasped, "Please Balto, more." Without a moment's hesitation, the wolf-dog slipped his hands from beneath her shirt and wrapped them around her, guiding to lie down on his chest. One hand held the back of her head as he nuzzled against her, while the other gripped her rump just beside her tail and began pulling her rump up and down. She quickly joined in, her kneeling stance giving her the perfect leverage. Absently, she wondered what they looked like from across the room. Those thoughts were quickly dispelled as Balto squeezed her rump, hard, and growled in her ear. "You want more, you'll get it Miss Lady." Before she could think to answer he shifted his legs further apart beneath her and began thrusting up each time he guided her hips down. Lady yelped, rocking her hips in time with her thrusts. Her breaths became panted moans that melted into one soft exultation peaking with soft nothings spattered across it. She'd sworn that night on the Endurance that there would be no competition in her mind, no comparing Balto with Tramp, or her skills to Jenna's, and she'd meant it. Still, she couldn't help but notice that the wolf-dog's shaft seemed larger now that it had been. Each stroke he came close, so very close to hilting inside her, only to stop short when his tip met the end of her passage. His balls would slap against her rump, competing with her own whimpers and groans. The distant sound of furred bodies connecting in just the same way faded entirely from her purview, and she lifted her head off Balto's chest. The wolf-dog's eyes were narrowed slits and his bared teeth were gritted as he huffed steady breaths through his nose. His gaze shifted to her, and it was all the enticement Lady needed. Riding a particularly powerful thrust forward, she pressed her lips to his and closed her eyes. It took less than a second for him to react, opening his maw to lock his muzzle with hers. When he groaned into her mouth, she couldn't help but meld against him, becoming like putty in his arms. He seemed to take a cue from this and unwrapped his arm from across her back. Both his hands took hold of her rump and began lifting her up and pressing her down to meet his thrusts. Little by little, he sped up, all the while keeping his muzzle locked against hers. She moaned, giving a muffled needy noise each time her hips met his. Together they moved their heads back and forth, leading each other's hungry mouth as their bodies rocked against each other with wet slaps. The warm pressure in her gut seemed to travel up her spine and she put her hands on his shoulders, throwing her hips up and down as he guided her. One hand drifted up to his cheek and she pressed her palm against it, groaning happily into his muzzle. Pulling back, she didn't even bother to cover her breathy moans, her vision swimming with pleasure as she took in the wolf-dog beneath her. His expression looked much the way she felt. Dazed, almost dreamy, mouth hung open with a strand of saliva connecting their muzzles. He seemed to collect himself to say something, but the distraction slowed his pace, and even that slight pause was too much for her. "Faster, don't stop," she panted, leaning down to press her lips to his again. He took the desperate plea and delved his tongue into her muzzle, lashing at her fangs as his hands gripped her bottom, hard and began slamming her down each time their hips met. Lady broke the kiss and nuzzled against his neck, wrapping both arms around him as best she could. "Yes, yes," were the only intelligible words she managed. Beneath her, Balto suddenly released his grip and wrapped his arms around her smaller frame, enveloping her in his warmth and musk. His hips slammed against hers as Balto let out a ragged exhale, then again, and again. His shaft quivered inside her, filling her tunnel. Resting her head against his neck, she shakily whispered his name as she climaxed with him. Panting, Lady laid her head on Balto's shoulder. "That was amazing," she breathed, barely above a whisper. The wolf-dog chuckled, tightening his grip around her body. "Want to just rest here a moment?" "I hope that doesn't mean you're tuckered out already," she prodded playfully, giving him a peck on the cheek. "Because I've got plans for you." She glanced over her shoulder at the couch across the room and raised her voice. "And for you as well, Tramp, if Miss Jenna doesn't mind me stealing you away." The husky was still draped across the armrest, panting over a satisfied smile, but she met Lady's gaze and nodded. "Perfect," Lady replied, easing herself up off Balto's lap until his shaft slipped from inside her. "Mmm, it looks like you'll need some encouragement. I know just the thing." Tramp meanwhile was gently lifting Jenna up so he could squirm out from beneath her. Jenna hummed happily as he did, giving a small gasp as he slipped out of her. The husky shifted her legs underneath and rolled onto her back with a satisfied sigh. Seeing Tramp already on his feet and holding out a hand, she took it and followed his lead. Lady laughed softly and took Balto by the arm to lead him into the main hall again. The gas lights burned low, just enough to see their way, and she made for the stairs straight away. "Tramp, could you and Miss Jenna perhaps fill our glasses?" "I can do that if you'll show me the way," Jenna cut in, hugging the mutt's arm and practically adhering herself to his side. "Don't be too long," Lady called down the stairs after them. "I've been waiting for this for some time now, and I want to strike while the iron's hot." The master bedroom was dark, even in the dim twilight, and Lady quickly lit the gas lamps before guiding Balto to the bed. It was massive, a four-poster piece that they'd splurged on after their wedding, and more than ever Lady was glad for its size. If all went well, the four of them would soon be making good use of every inch. "You have a lovely home," Balto commented, glancing around as though he were on a guided tour and not bare as the day he'd been born. "I pride myself on ensuring the railroad's workers are well-compensated, but I never dreamed it would afford something like this." Lady winced. "Ah, well, you do pay us well - that is, the railroad does - but the house came from family ties," she murmured, shrinking a bit when Balto looked at her quizzically. "I'm not some baroness or anything like that, but my family is well to-do, if you catch my meaning." Much to her relief, Balto only chuckled. "That's very fortunate for you, and for me. I'd imagine you're hardly pressed for cash. The W&A is lucky to have you, when I'd imagine you could so easily find yourself elsewhere." "Perhaps I could, but I don't want to." Lady strode up to him, running a hand up his arm to squeeze his shoulder. "I do love riding the footplate, and I wouldn't trade it for any job in the world." She caught his wistful smile and ran her finger along the underside of his muzzle. "Maybe some time you could find yourself in the cab of the Dispatch? I'd be more than happy to gather in any secrets of the trade you've got to give." Balto grinned and gently took her wandering hand in his, then brought it to his lips. "I'd be lucky to have you alongside." Guiding her closer, he wrapped one arm around her as his other hand traced one of her dangling furred ears. "You know, in Nome I was engineer and fireman. Really put my agility to the test. I wouldn't mind chucking coal again. You know, give your husband a break. Maybe he and Jenna could watch? Critique my stance and all that?" Lady chuckled softly. "I don't think Chief would take kindly to you helping yourself to a workman's shift, but I suppose there's not much he can say to you is there?" "Oh, I'm sure I can talk him into looking the other way. It's not as though I'm unqualified, just out of practice." He cupped her chin with one hand, and brushed his thumb across her lips. "You'd be there to guide me, and doing half the work for me in any case. What a treat it'll be to have air brakes at my disposal." This time, Lady laughed out loud, but his finger across her lips and the way he'd looked at her turned her mind to a different line of questioning. "And I suppose our mates will just sit peaceably on a bench back at the station, waiting patiently for you and I to make our way back?" "They wouldn't have to do that, and I'd never ask it of your husband, never mind Jenna. We could make an excursion out of it. Maybe we wouldn't have the Endurance, but the first class coaches are nothing to sneeze at." "No, I'm sure they're not." Lady kissed his thumb and leaned up to kiss him on the lips. "But given how we all know each other now, you don't think it's a bit unfair that they get to have all the fun while you and I are slaving away in the engine?" "Oh, I'm sure they'd find a way to make it up to us after the trip." The sounds of footfalls in the hallway barely preceded Jenna's appearance in the door. "Make what up to you?" she asked earnestly. "We've not been gone five minutes." Lady hid another laugh behind her hand as Balto turned with open arms. "Oh, not for tonight or anything, dear. Miss Lady and I were just conspiring to get me back on the footplate again." Seeing Jenna's incredulous expression, he took a glass from her outstretched hand and guided her closer. "And besides, that would give you time to yourself-" He shifted his gaze to Tramp, then back to her. "-or perhaps not quite all to yourself." Jenna's expression brightened and she looked to Lady with a genuine smile. "Well, let's not get too far ahead of ourselves. I took Tramp's guidance on these, so if your drink isn't to your liking you can blame him." "Say now, that's not fair," Tramp protested over a sly grin. "I had my hands full, and you weren't exactly helping." Jenna turned and gave him a quick peck on the cheek, silencing any further rumblings, exaggerated or not. He handed Lady a fresh flute glass of champagne to match Jenna's and the four toasted again. "New adventures on the horizon," Lady offered. "Warm hospitality from good friends," Jenna replied. Tramp shook his head, still chuckling under his breath. "Firm friends and stiff drinks." "Bonds ever tighter, no matter the weather," Balto added, tapping each glass in turn. Though the gentlemen only took a sip, Lady gulped down a large portion and set her glass aside. "Well said, Balto." Jenna chimed in. "Yes indeed," Lady put a hand on each man's side and guided them back beside the bed. "You two can take your time with your drinks. I'm going to make sure you're good and ready for the next round." Without another word, she sank to her knees, trailing her hands down their sides to cup the base of their tails. Licking her lips, she glanced between the two limp members hanging before her, and dipped her head toward Tramp's. He hissed as she took his length into her mouth, but she knew any discomfort would quickly give way to pleasure. Even now, he was already getting stiff again. The taste was different, but not terrible or even entirely unfamiliar. Turning her gaze up, she saw Tramp smiling down at her over the rim of his glass. She pulled off with an audible pop of her lips and turned her head to Balto. The wolf-dog was likewise watching her, though his smile had the sort of dreamy quality to it, like he still couldn't quite believe what he was seeing, but didn't dare say anything for fear of it vanishing. His member slid past her lips and she got the briefest taste of herself before it was coated in her saliva. She bobbed her head back and forth, running her tongue around his length as she moaned. Above her, Tramp's muffled moan made her ear perk up and she cracked one eye to look. Jenna had clambered onto the bed behind them and now knelt between them. She'd draped her arms around both their necks and had her muzzle pressed against Tramp's as she rubbed Balto's ear with her free hand. The scent of vanilla was unmistakable, and Lady watched out of the corner of her eye as Tramp's empty hand brushed across Jenna's thigh and cupped her mound. There came a soft shlk sound and Jenna whimpered, turning her muzzle to lock deeper with Tramp's as he began fingering her. Not to be outdone, Balto lowered his head and began suckling on Jenna's breasts, eliciting another low moan from the husky. Lady thrust her head forward, letting Balto's hardening shaft ram against the back of her throat. The wolf-dog groaned, and ran his tongue around Jenna's nipple. Just as suddenly, Jenna broke her kiss with Tramp and turned her head to capture Balto's muzzle against hers. Quickly catching on, Tramp leaned down and began sucking on Jenna's other breast, lavishing it with his tongue. Even as she released Balto's shaft and turned to treat Tramp, Lady saw her mate switch to stroking Jenna's inner thigh as Balto began plunging his fingers into Jenna's sacredness. The husky gave a soft squeal as he quickly settled into a rapid pace, making her arch her back and roll her hips against his hand. Lady wrapped her muzzle around Tramp's bobbing shaft, curling her tongue around it and hollowing out her cheeks so she could feel every inch. The mutt panted through his nose, still kissing and lapping at Jenna's bare breast even as it shimmered with saliva in the lamp light. Feeling Balto's hips beginning to sway back and forth, Lady slipped her hand from his rump and began stroking his glistening length. Just then, Jenna drew back from Balto with a gasp and immediately crushed her lips against Tramp's. The mutt rocked his hips against hers, inadvertently thrusting into Lady's muzzle, but she simply tightened her grip on his rump and bobbed her head, egging him on. A low growl rumbled in her ear as Balto nuzzled against Jenna's breast, eagerly suckling and even nipping at the tender flesh. Lady barely needed to move as he began thrusting into her grip. With an audible exhale, she pulled her mouth off Tramp's length and began stroking it as she turned to Balto again. This time, there was no gentle easing. She bobbed her head up and down furiously, moaning around his length in a way she knew sent vibrations up his very spine. The slight taste of sea salt reached her tongue, and she opened her eyes as she felt his thick shaft beginning to quiver in her muzzle. Instinctively she drew back, stroking both eager shafts as she looked up. Jenna was licking along Tramp's muzzle, both of them panting heavily as Balto suckled on her breast. The husky met her gaze and slowed her ministrations, reaching up to rub both their ears. Gradually, Tramp and Balto took the hint and looked down as well. She grinned, glancing between the gentlemen. "I'd say you're just about ready." Her eyes flicked back to Jenna and she bit her lip. "I hope you still don't mind if I borrow the both of them?" A small whimper seemed to rise unbidden from Jenna's lips, but she stifled it and shook her head. Turning, she gave each man a peck on the cheek before shuffling back on her knees to the other side of the bed. The men watched her go, but quickly their eyes turned back to Lady, who still knelt before them, stroking their saliva-soaked shafts as she licked her lips. "Balto, I'd like you to lie down on the bed, on you back, all right?" The wolf-dog nodded and she released his shaft. With a raised-brow look at Tramp, he did as he'd been asked. "Tramp, I need you to wait right here a moment, but don't go anywhere, okay?" Tramp looked even more intrigued than Balto, but he nodded as well. Releasing her mate's member, Lady climbed onto the bed and quickly moved to straddle Balto's waist, his shaft nestled between her rump cheeks as she sat back on her knees. She gave a soft appreciative noise and slowly worked her rump up and down, rubbing against his hard shaft. Balto's hands came up to rest on her hips, and she planted hers on his shoulders. Slowly, she raised her hips until his tip nudged against her entrance. With barely a moment's pause, she sank down again, a long low moan escaping her lips as she took him in. Balto only huffed a breath out through his nostrils, but his eyes were fixed on hers. A soft smile crossed her muzzle before she let her mouth hang open, panting and gasping each time he nearly hilted himself inside her. Over her shoulder, she heard Jenna humming as the bed creaked with the husky's shifting weight. The thought snapped her attention back to Tramp and she glanced over at her mate, who stood watching her with a mischievous grin on his tousled mug. He could tell where she was leading them, and didn't mind a bit, but still he waited. "Come here, darling," she said between soft moans, rocking her hips up and down along with Balto's guidance. "I want to feel you both now." Tramp needed no further convincing, and clambered onto the bed to kneel behind her. Lady didn't miss that Jenna moved up beside him to kiss his cheek and briefly distract him with a deeper kiss on the lips, but she'd waited this long and wasn't about to begrudge a few more moments. A louder moan from her was enough to recapture Tramp's attention, and he dutifully shuffled closer. Her rolling hips had her brushing against his upraised member each time she sank down on Balto's shaft. "You ready now, Pidge?" he prodded, his hands resting on her hips. "Yes," Lady panted, "Yes, please Tramp." "All right." Gently, he eased her down onto Balto's lap and rubbed his tip against her waiting tail hole. "You gotta breath." "Trust me," she whispered, gasping suddenly as he pressed into her, just barely. "I can handle you, handsome." "That much we know," Tramp chuckled. "But it's not just me here." For his part, Balto simply held Lady's hips, stroking one hand or the other along her thigh. His quiet, steady breathing barely registered in the room, but Lady cracked an eye to look at him nonetheless. "Patient as ever," she murmured, glancing over her shoulder at Jenna. "I can see why Miss Jenna's still so terribly fond of you." Balto grinned. "And I can see why Tramp and you get along so well." Lady gasped again as Tramp pressed deeper, half his member buried in her rump. She reached back to put a hand on his wrist, squeezing in time with his small, experimental thrusts. She began rocking her hips slowly back and forth in time with him, her whimpers melting into moans as he sank into her, little by little. Inside, he felt anything but little, and she didn't need to say a word to drive that point home. Her soft noises were more than enough to urge Tramp on. Just as she felt he must be nearly there, Lady gave a small yelp as she felt a tongue on one of her breasts. Glancing down, she saw Balto licking his lips over a wolfish grin. Before she could chide him, even playfully, Tramp gave a small pant of breath and her breath caught in her lungs. The mutt's furry sack was pressed against her rump, his shaft buried to the hilt inside her. Letting out a shaky breath, she looked down and worked her legs further apart, trying again to sink down into Balto's lap, but he was already as far inside her passage as he could be. She snorted in mock frustration and looked back at Tramp. "All right, easy does it boys," she said, wiggling her hips in their grasp. "I'm no porcelain doll, but let's start slow." Start slow they did. Balto guided her forward and up as Tramp did the same, his thumbs rubbing around the base of her tail. Lady hummed happily, and joined in, rocking her hips forward and back just a bit further each time. She almost wished she had a mirror. Craning her neck around to see Tramp was getting to be a chore already, but nothing could surpass how very full she felt. As it always did, the pain of accommodating her mate's member faded to a dull ache while his grunts and pants made her whimper. Below her, Balto's muscled arms kept up their rhythm, steady as ever. Though, despite the tight grip she knew she had on his shaft, his gaze was fixed on her face. When she looked at him, his careful expression cracked into a smile. Just as she was going to say something, she felt the bed shift beneath them, and Jenna crawled up next to them, resting an elbow on the other pillow and gazing intently at Balto. "Don't mind me, dear," she said with a soft laugh when Balto glanced over at her. "I just love getting to see you like this. Being with you is one thing, but this, I'd never have the chance." Balto panted out a chuckle, leaning over to kiss her briefly on the lips before turning his gaze back to Lady. "I'm sure the view is nice too." "Oh, breathtaking," Jenna cooed, resting on her arm and meeting Lady's gaze with a wink. Lady meanwhile was nearly past the point of conversation, her tongue lolling in a love-drunk smile as she rocked back and forth. Each time her hips met theirs, a breathy moan escaped her muzzle, and her cheeks seemed to grow a bit more red. Her arms began to quiver even as Jenna watched, and the spaniel glanced back at Tramp. "Can you help a girl up? My arms-" Before she could finish her sentence, Tramp leaned forward and wrapped one arm around her bosom and hauled her up. Balto guided her back as well, until she knelt straddling his waist, leaning back against her mate. Tramp cupped her breasts in both hands, squeezing them and rubbing his thumbs across her nipples. She whined softly and squirmed in his grasp, grinding her rump back against them. Taking the cue, Balto slid his hands around her hips to cup her rump. She found she barely needed to move with him hefting her up and settling her down again. Behind her, Tramp panted in her ear as she took both their members with ease. "Oh, yes, yes!" Lady gasped, tilting her head back to lean against Tramp's neck. "Faster, please...." She felt as much as she heard Tramp grit his teeth beside her as he began hoisting her with his arms beneath hers, still squeezing and caressing her breasts. Balto hissed out a breath through his nose, hefting her with evident ease, faster and faster still. Her hands came to her chest, cupping over Tramp's for a moment before one slipped down her stomach to rub against the edge of her opening. The feel of Tramp's hips slapping against her rump, combined with Balto's furry sack just below her sacredness, was driving her to heights of ecstasy she'd never experienced. He ears bounced in time with their ministrations, and through a joyful haze she saw Jenna curling up close beside Balto. The husky was stroking her mate's shoulder, whispering something in his ear, but her eyes were fixed on Lady. Seeing her meet her gaze, Jenna smiled and winked again. "Harder," Lady panted, "I'm so close, harder boys, please!" Balto glanced over her shoulder and ran his hands up Lady's side. Whatever conversation of facial expressions he had with Tramp she couldn't tell, but the wolf-dog wrapped both arms around her and practically hauled her down to lay on his chest. As soon as she felt her breasts press against his chest, Lady nuzzled against his neck, whining. He cupped her rump again and began working her hips back and forth along his length. She felt Tramp's hands on her hips, too, pulling her back as he thrust against her. After the relative disconnect of their separate tendencies, to have them filling her at the same time was enough to loosen her tongue further. Her pants became soft yelps, and she closed her eyes over a slack-jawed smile, her words melting into indistinguishable sweet nothings as they worked her body back and forth. A soft hum of appreciation made her crack an eye, and she saw Jenna resting just beside Balto's shoulder, nearly nose to nose with her. Had she done that on purpose? Lady barely had time to wonder. Even with her vision quivering with the steady impacts, she could clearly see the mischief in Jenna's expression. It was made all the more clear when the husky licked her lips and leaned just a bit closer. It was all the invitation Lady needed, and she eagerly leaned the rest of the way herself. The two ladies kissed, and she felt Jenna slip her tongue along her fangs before a shifting on the bed made Lady gasp and look back. Tramp was shuffling up into a crouching position over her, and for a moment she just stared, but she saw him grin and raise his brow. Somehow, he knew, and she simply nodded. Gripping her hips as Balto supported her rump, the mutt began thrusting against her each time she rolled her hips back to meet theirs. The dull ache she'd felt before had long since faded from her conscious mind, and her world was Balto's arms wrapped around her and Tramp's hands on her hips. Their shafts plunged into her in steady rhythm now. Having fixed her in place they filled her as one, and Lady felt herself growing almost dizzy with delight. In a love-drunk haze, she kissed along the underside of Balto's muzzle and pressed her lips to his, whimpering into his mouth each time he came oh so close to hilting inside her. Balto kissed her back, his breath hissing out his nostrils, sounding very much like her own Dispatch on an uphill grade. Behind her, she could hear Tramp's panted breathing mixed with soft chuckles as he slammed against her upturned rump again and again. She wriggled in Balto's grasp, though the thought of ever leaving his embrace couldn't be further from her mind. She was close, so close, and by Balto's sudden growling he must be too. "Come on, Balto, give it to me," she whined, kissing his cheek. "Don't you hold out." Balto snarled then, gritting his teeth as he hefted her up and then slammed her down, hard. Lady gasped, the air nearly driven from her lungs as his hips jerked against her once, twice, and her passage was flooded with his seed. Behind her, Tramp had eased off as Balto rose to climax, but just as she began to rest her head on Balto's shoulder, he leaned down to whisper in her ear. "Nearly there, Pidge?" Quivering, she cracked an eye as she felt him press against her, planting his hands on either side of her to nuzzle against her neck. "Oh, yes Tramp, please." The mutt grunted and drew back his hips, pressing slowly into her. He'd barely hilted himself in her tail hole when she suddenly lifted her head to nuzzle under his chin. "Faster, darling, please." Nipping at his cheek, she gasped, "Rut me, now." Lady knew her mate well, and her whispered plea had the desired effect. Tramp shifted his legs a bit further apart and lowered himself so his chest was flush with her back, their fur mingling as he began to thrust again. This time, his first stroke was enough to get her moaning with her tongue lolling out, and she swore she could hear him grin as his hips met hers faster and faster. Still filled with Balto's shaft, she yelped and groaned and made all sorts of unladylike noises but she couldn't have cared less. That familiar warm pressure was building in her gut, and just as she felt herself on the edge of a waterfall a soft wet something nudged against her nose. She opened her eyes to see Jenna mere inches away, smiling and licking her lips. She might have intended to say something clever, but Lady never gave her the chance, pressing her lips to Jenna's and moaning desperately into her muzzle as Tramp's thrusts reached a fever pitch. When he gave a muffled bark in her ear and practically sandwiched her between him and Balto, Lady squealed into Jenna's muzzle as blissful release crashed over her. The husky didn't flinch, leaning into the kiss as Lady rode her climax to its gasping, quivering conclusion. Finally, Lady drew back and collapsed panting on Balto's chest, with Tramp spread atop her. To his credit, Balto never made a sound, only stroked Lady's sides and nuzzled her cheek as Tramp kissed the top of her head. She hummed happily, half-turning to kiss her mate on the cheek. Muffled whimpers escaped her lips each time Tramp's hips jerked against her in the afterglow, and she gave Balto a kiss on the nose before leaning in for a deeper embrace. Behind her, she heard Tramp chuckle softly and draw himself up and back, coaxing a small yelp from Lady as he slipped out of her tail hole. The cocker looked over her shoulder at him, running a hand over her rump and wincing. "I'm going to feel that tomorrow, I'm sure," she sighed, letting her head rest on Balto's shoulder, "but it was so very worth it." Balto's arms wrapped around her, stroking up and down her back. Tramp clambered over top of Jenna, his arms posted on either side of her head. The husky simply rolled onto her back and gently pulled him down until his head rested just below her chin. She shifted her legs a bit further apart and made an appreciative noise, one hand rubbing the back of his head as the other slipped down toward his fluttering stubby tail. "Feels like you might have one more in you, Tramp," Jenna cooed, nestling her chin between his ears. She looked over at Lady and Balto. "What about you two?" Lady opened her muzzle, then turned her head to look at Balto quizzically. He merely smiled and gave a small shrug. "I'm not quite done," Lady replied warmly, still looking at Balto, "but after the day I've had, I at least need a nice soak in the tub." Tramp chuckled and turned his head toward her. "Is that your way of telling me I smell rank?" "I'm sure it would be much more enjoyable for Miss Jenna," she paused, smiling, "and her lovely husband if we both smelled better." The four shared a laugh at that, and Lady drew herself up and off of Balto with a little help from the wolf-dog. Jenna seemed reluctant to let Tramp go, but let him go she did, and the mutt slipped his arm around Lady as they made their way toward the washroom. Just as they reached the door, Lady glanced back to see Jenna sliding up next to Balto and wrapping an arm around him as they shared a tender kiss. Perhaps it wasn't polite to leave her guests alone, but Lady had the feeling they'd be far from bored.