Meet Me in the Cabin 2

Awesome art by: https://www.furaffinity.net/user/jakenwolfy

Read the first chapter here: https://www.patreon.com/posts/meet-me-in-cabin-14003372

As days went on, it was quickly apparent to Rutherford as to why this cabin was once abandoned and just now being reclaimed by the empire. It stormed all the time and given the surroundings mountains it was an absolute bitch to get a signal out. Setting up the beacons helped but they would need some major equipment to make them worth while.

Luckily, on a rare day that the heavy overcast cleared up and the sun shone through a clear blue sky, a request was put in and a supply drop was on its way. Both Rutherford and Perlman stood outside of their post and flagged down the incoming hovercraft with a flare that billowed red smoke.

The colossal vehicle roared as it settled twenty feet overhead, a Y-shaped shaped thing with twin turrets on its front. From its belly, a set of bay doors opened and a crate that was ten feet square was reeled down. The huge thing slammed on top of the flare, its casting line was cut, and the hovercraft sped off as fast as it came in. On its way out, the horse gave a friendly wave goodbye while the other raised his middle finger.

“Your attitude isn't going to make the situation much better, you know,” Perlman said as they approached the crate.

“It's going to make me feel better though,” the pitbull huffed.

Stuck to one side of the box was a crowbar, of which the stallion seized and slammed one end into the nearest wooden edge and pried open its side. With a creek the exterior popped away to reveal an extender module, a hefty computer set up, food, and various other amenities to make their stay much more bearable.

“See? The emperor treats us right,” the horse chuckled and reached down to pick up a box that contained a coffee maker.

“Comes at a price though,” the dog replied and sighed as he picked up a laptop and looked it over. “Guess our vacation is over.”

The two spent the rest of the day setting up the extender module on the roof of the cabin and putting together their equipment. To their pleasant surprise, the hardware and software on the computers were already all linked and configured, so there wasn't much else they had to do when they wired everything together and turned everything on.

The extender module connected easily enough to the nearby beacons but the signal was still weak and didn't really “extend” much beyond. Which meant that when storms hit, their ability to get a message out probably wasn't going to be much better.

Perlman sighed as he came to realize this fact and leaned back in his rickety chair that was once scooted into the similarly old table. If he moved around too much he'd probably break the thing. He reached for his mug and was about to take a sip but realized it was empty.

“Looks like we're in the same situation as before. Still think the emperor cares about us?” the pitbull grumbled as he stood up and meandered over to the half full pot of coffee on the kitchen counter.

“Odd, you were praising the emperor a minute ago while you enjoyed your beef jerky,” Rutherford replied as he finished snapping a crate board and tossing it into the burning fire place.

“Yeah, well...” the dog grumbled and rolled his eyes. He filled his cup back up but instead of walking back to the computers he instead went to the couch in front of the fire and sat down. A cloud of dust leaped up around him as he did.

The horse looked back at his companion and quirked a brow before standing up and walking over to him. “What's got you in such a bad mood tonight?”

“Is it worse than usual?” the dog replied half jokingly as he took a sip from his cup.

“Either that or I'm starting to actually get tired of your shit,” the stallion retorted and knelt down. “Whats on your mind?”

“I don't know,” Perlman sighed and shrugged. “I hate it out here. I miss the city. I miss having entertainment and stuff to actually do.”

“Could always come out with me and chop some wood,” the horse offered.

“And enjoy more of the shitty cold? I'll pass,” the dog said back, but this time a hint of a smile played at the corner of his mouth.

“Hmm, you know what? I think I've got something that'll cheer you up. And it's not half bad for entertainment either,” Rutherford said with a smirk.

“Oh?” the dog replied half hardheartedly as he took a bigger sip of his cup. He startled slightly when he felt the other's hands suddenly come down on his lap and grasp the sides of his pants. They were tugged down effortlessly, underwear and all. When he next looked down the horse had pushed his face down against the dog's hefty sheath and balls.

The dog's visage warmed significantly from the gentle kisses and nuzzles the equine placed against his bare crotch. Perhaps with the coffee's help, his body warmed quickly and soon his member began to harden and slide free of its home. When the first inch of red was exposed, Perlman wrapped his lips around it and started suckling.

The pleasured sensation was a greatly welcomed one from a day that harbored more disappointments than Rutherford would have preferred. More of that large canine cock pushed free and quickly grew to an appreciable size. Its girth deterred the horse very little, as he continued to rest it in his mouth and stroke its sides with his tongue. Each lap had a renewed sigh of bliss escaping the pitbull.

A subtle bob of his head started once the dog's full size was revealed, throbbing and rock hard. As Perlman did this, he ground the flat of his tongue to the sensitive underside and created a stronger vacuum with his lips. His cheeks would invert each time he would pull his head back.

A slight buck of Rutherford's hips soon accompanied the equine and as Perlman's motions grew more intense so too did the dog's. Moans rumbled free of and the mug in the pitbull's grasp was squeezed in a vice-like grip.

Moans also drew out from the equine as he tasted the strong, musky cock. He was practically salivating from the salty mix, all resulted from a hard day of bringing equipment in and setting it up. He could practically taste the stress and anger releasing from his lover with each lap of his tongue.

Precum sprayed freely when Perlman reached a hand between the other's thighs and cupped those big balls. They were hot to the touch and easily filled his palm. He fought to keep his attention on the dick in his mouth instead of just pulling off and seeing if he could stuff both of those sensitive orbs between his lips.

Rutherford's moans were completely unleashed by this point. His form relaxed fully into the couch and his head tilted back with closed eyes. His free paw rested on the back of the other's head, gently following it as it sank all the way down and then back up to the point that it nearly pulled free.

Perlman suddenly sank all the way down onto the other's member to the point that his nose was firm against the dog's strong pelvis. He stayed there for a few long moments, just letting precum coat his tongue and saliva to envelope its every surface. Then he slowly pulled back until it really did come free. When the pitbull opened his eyes half way and gaze into the other's, the equine made a show of swallowing everything he had captured.

“Feeling any better?” Perlman asked and wrapped his fingers around the slipper base.

“Certainly getting there,” Rutherford replied and let his almost half-full cup drop to the floor.

The horse blinked in confusion at the odd behavior but before he realized what was going on he was being hauled to his feet. Once up, the dog aggressively yanked the other's pants down and practically threw him onto the length of the couch

Perlman grunted as he landed on his back, the cushions being much more stiff than he would have preferred, but he didn't care enough to complain. Especially when the handsome dog was busily yanking his shirt over his head and stepping out of his bottoms. The stallion mimicked the motion, kicking off what was around his ankles and pulling his shirt from over his head. By the time he was naked as well, Rutherford knelt on the cushion between the stud's legs.

“Now this is what is really going to get me in a better mood,” the pitbull chuckled with a wide grin. His eyes were fixed on the semi hard horsecock in front of him. He ran his paws along the other's inner thighs as he reached that rubbery mass and clasped both palms around it.

Perlman pushed up into the grasp and huffed a soft winy. Given his species, the member was long enough for the pitbull to lean down and bring the tip into his mouth without having to pull himself away. Granted, he couldn't fit it down his throat as far as he'd like, but he was able to hold it in his mouth as he positioned his own cock with a free paw.

Another hot groan escaped the stallion as his ass became penetrated by the dog's own impressive size. Perelman's legs wrapped a little bit tighter around the other's hips encouraging him to get just a bit closer. In doing so, the rest of the throbbing dick pushed inside until the only thing left out was the half swollen knot.

A low moan vibrated the horsecock in Rutherford's mouth. Tightness encapsulated his shaft and for a moment he was content to just sit there and let the warmth spread through his sensitive flesh. If not for the other male letting out an impatient nicker, he probably would have.

Rutherford began bucking at a slow, deliberate pace, making sure the stallion was used to him being inside before picking up the speed and strength. All the while he moved he never let his lover's cock fall from his lips. In fact, the sway of his body allowed him to sink farther down as he would draw his hips back.

Pleasure stroked powerfully through Perlman's cock and groin. The other's soft yet strong tongue worked over it rapidly, lashing it with saliva and slurping noisily. His tailhole flexed against the rutting cock, trying his best to milk it while the tapered tip repeatedly pounded at his prostate. His hands repeatedly wondered around his the couch, grasping the material for stability and using it to push back onto the dog's hips.

Fresh precum spilled into Rutherford's mouth as he gradually increased the speed of his motions. His neck strained as far as it could go as he eagerly tried taking more and more of that throbbing, equine shaft into his mouth. Unfortunate, the best he could do was barely kiss the flat tip against the back of his throat.

Perlman didn't seem to mind this fact. Breathy moans and grunts of pleasure cascaded from his mouth in greater frequency. He loved being at the mercy of the dog's strength and dominance. He loved getting fucked so hard that his whole body would jostle from every mighty strike. He wanted to feel that fat knot lodge inside, swell, and get stuck so they could continue kissing and sharing in the warmth of their bodies.

One might not have expected such intimate notions to be so prevalent in a soldier of the emperor's army, but it would seem that not all of the stud's romantic side had been beaten out of him in basic training. He liked it better this way, and so did Rutherford.

As the pleasure mounted through the pitbull's cock, he began to gradually neglect the cock in his mouth. Instead, he concentrated on the rolling motion of his hips. The cushion beneath him compressed to the point that every thrust that he made had the whole length of his shaft grinding up against the stallion's prostate.

Every breath brought with it a euphoric growl that brushed warmth down the stud's shaft. His tongue rested over the tip and only idly lapped at the frequent flow of precum. Perlman barely noticed the decreased oral attention, as he was in a world of ecstasy.

The nerves of his cock and asshole sang their praise for the dog's energetic prowess. Without much room to spare, Perlman couldn't contribute as much as he'd like, but it gradually dawned on him that he didn't need to. The pitbull was just now coming on the brink of a fast approaching climax.

Rutherford's moans picked up in volume and his face contorted into what at first might have looked like pain. His hips were already stroking at a speed so fast that it looked like a blur of motion. The clap of their bodies coming together was only slightly muffled by the furniture that they were on.

Rutherford's knot strained hard against the other's sensitive pucker. It slammed at it hard, desperately trying to fit inside as the dog's ecstasy rose. The stallion's defenses were quickly worn down and soon his ass had relaxed enough to accept the rather substantial bulb.

In that moment that the whole of the pitbull's cock sank inside, his orgasm struck like lightning. The muscles along his stomach flexed and he howled around the soaked cock in his mouth. Cum splashed through the sucking insides, coating the walls in thick, hot seed.

The knot swelled to a size that would have made removing it right away difficult. It pressed firm against the horse's prostate and was what finally sent Perlman over the edge as well.

The accompanying neigh of pure bliss soon followed and an aggressive buck up into Rutherford's maw. The first gush of cum caught the dog's mouth by surprise. The inside of his mouth became painted but he didn't clasp his lips around it fast enough and so the first salvo drooled down the shaft's sides.

As the pitbull's balls emptied into the stallion's ass, so too was his mouth filled with the tasty, salty mix. Somewhat upset that he missed the first burst, the ones after that were successfully captured and swallowed. His mouth filled to the brim two times and he drank back every last drop of stallion cum that he got. When those big velvety orbs finally ran dry, Rutherford couldn't help but be left wanting.

On the other side of the couch, Perlman was panting, limp, and fully satisfied. His legs still hadn't let up on being locked around the dog's sides. If his knot wasn't going to keep the two from separating then the stud's grip certainly was.

The pitbull stroked the slowly softening member with one paw, capturing the few drops of cum that had escaped him and smearing them over the surface. Rutherford let the member rest in his mouth for a few extra moments before eventually letting it fall against the horse's stomach. He held his mouth shut and smiled deviously down at his lover before leaning forward.

Perlman opened his eyes in time to see the dog inching closer and leaned up to meet him. Their lips touched and in that moment it felt so perfect and natural that after such a rigorous fuck they would share in something a bit softer. That was until they deepened the embrace by letting their tongues touch and the horse found himself receiving a gift of his own cum.

The dog hadn't quite swallowed everything, it would seem. Renewed heat flushed the stallion's face as he graciously accepted his own seed to then hungrily swallow it down and drew the other's tongue into his mouth. He suckled it clean of any remaining jizz and wrapped his arms around other's shoulders.

For the rest of the evening they stayed in that state, enjoying each other's weight and presence as they gradually untangled themselves. Once Rutherford's knot finally released they were able to get up from the couch and continue with their work.

The cabin had gotten so warm by this point that neither cared to put their clothes back on. This resulted in hungry stares every so often as they would go about checking on the monitors or running general maintenance on their armor and weapons.

The aroused tension eventually reached a boiling point when Rutherford decided to run a diagnostic on his power suit and the horse took the opportunity to play with his ass as he stood slightly bent over. It was a shock at first as the dog was the far more dominant of the two, but when he felt Perlman's tongue brush across his asshole he relaxed and let it continue on. The lapping quickly caused his cock to spring from his sheath and once it had, the stud was quick to grasp it and stroke its rapidly hardening surface.

Needless to say, not much more was accomplished during the night when neither could keep their desires hidden. Once one had an erection, it was the other's duty to take care of it, and they did for almost every hour leading up to the point that they were exhausted in bed. With blankets sticking to their sweaty bodies, they both eventually passed out with Perlman's knot once more stuck inside of his lover's ass, adding to what had to have been a sizable pool of dog jizz.

What they both didn't quite realize, however, was that they weren't alone out there in the middle of the wilderness. Far beyond the cabin and barely beneath the notice of the beacons, sat a lone individual. Draped over their body was a mass of stitched together leaves, painted white to match the snow around them. A set a telescoping lenses were affixed to their helmet, through which they were able to watch the two imperialist soldiers go about their love making via a half covered window.

But most of all, they were able to see a few of the computer screens that depicted the beacon placements and the range of the newly arrived extender module.