Steele woke up, the cold winter day not bothering him thanks to his heated bed room. Being the number one musher, he was treated like royalty by most thanks to his long resume and skills. The otherwise cold morning felt nothing short of comfortable. Especially thanks to his heavy coat, something a lot of the girls he slept with would comment on. The vain canine would spend hours grooming his heavy winter coat, marveling at how much better it was than every other male, even some of the ladies. Even if it would become a mess from running all day, he’d rather look good for the camera’s than actually commit to getting better as a runner. He looked down at himself, enjoying the welcome sight of his prowess. The only thing missing from it was a nice hot mouth to suck it clean and get him ready for a new day. Just thinking about the recent girl he pumped and dumped made a dollop of pre bubble up out of the tip, staining the thick bed sheet. Steele couldn’t help himself since no one else could get his attention last night. With every stroke of his paw, the prideful dog’s mind wandered around until some part of him brought up something he hated thinking about: He wasn't as big as that lowly mongrel, Balto. “Fucking bastard…” He growled. In anger, Steele squeezed himself harder, stroking faster and faster to help relieve his stress quicker. What started as a good mood, soured his good morning very quickly. Given his size to other guys in the village, he shouldn’t really be complaining about anything. Somewhere around twelve inches in length and around, with a nice juicy knot to go with it. All those nights, pounding and slamming it into any good bitch that knew better than to say “no” to him. Hearing them moaning and whimpering was a musical treat to his ears. He was among the many who didn't wear any clothes in his town and he's damn proud of it, especially since his natural fur was so heavy and dense, they’d just get in the way. However, he loathed that it also included Balto and wouldn't admit just how he felt about it but he always tried to push those intrusive thoughts out of his head. Steele figured as long as he worried about himself, he didn't need to show up that freak of nature. It's all about him. And one of these days he'd make Jenna see the truth... “Ah Jenna…” Steele felt himself become at ease as he thought about the red furred beauty. She was the only one in this whole town that the Alaskan Malamute could want. Her gorgeous voice, her sweet body. The way her ass just shakes and moves the way it does when she’s out and about in town. She doesn’t wear any clothes like others but the way she presents herself, she could fool anyone. Confidence. Grace. Moving as naturally as wind through the bushes and trees… As Steele thought about her more, his breath grew more ragged as he imagined her and him doing so many unspeakable things together. He growled, imagining the rut taking over as he used his hips to go deeper and harder. Just before he could finish up, the image of himself was replaced with Balto inside her, filling her as he came. “FUCK!!!” He screamed, pulling his cock away as he spurted all across the bed, disgusted and ashamed of himself. His mind as he came again and again, shooting his hot load all over his now dirtied bed sheets. “I’ll get one of the girls to clean this shit up for me later.” he grumbled to himself, using the now dirtied bed sheets to wipe up the residue off his slowly softening cock. Refreshed but now angry, the malamute went to take a nice hot shower to get his day started. The hot water helped him forget his earlier reminder but it was still at the forefront of his mind. Steele couldn't forget it no matter how much he wanted. The bitter memory of Balto and Jenna’s wedding. The whole town came to see the display and it was here that many of the town's folk really saw just how much Balto’s wolf genes really helped him out. It wasn’t just big, it was described as an oversized masterpiece’ by the newspapers the day after. Balto walked around almost naked, save for a white speedo. He confessed that he was a virgin that day to everyone as he offered Jenna the symbol of their love, a collar for her and hers to him. A white bandana replaced her only attire as she slipped on the collar, a smile on her face as she kissed him on that day. Almost everyone in town celebrated that day. Even some of Steele’s boys went, just to try and hook up with some of Jenna’s bridesmaid’s with even a few of them getting lucky. As for Steele himself, he was a bitter no show to the festivities but he did hang out and spy on everyone. The black and white dog couldn’t hold his rage in as he watched everyone having a good time. From morning to evening, it was all parties, drinks, food; everything that should have been HIS and Jenna’s! Not her and that half-breed mistake, Balto! The angry canine found himself disgusted at the gargantuan stuffed package inside his enemy’s speedo being so close to Jenna. The way they held each other. How they danced together. How they shared their first kiss in public. It was more sickening to him than anything else he could have imagined. Eating month old throw outs from the local butcher would have been fine dining compared to seeing the picture of hell of them doing anything together. The more Steele thought about it, the more it just riled him up. The soothing hot water just reminded him of the warmth that should be coming from Jenna rather than some water. Huffing angrily, he exited the shower to dry himself off and continue to wallow in his own diluted self imposed pity party. All that happened months ago and Steele was convinced Balto manipulated her in a way to get her to follow him around like a lost puppy, convinced she’s in love with him. Steele wouldn’t leave the married dog alone either. He’d do his best to swoon her like she was single, clearly ignoring the fact she was almost always seen around Balto, smiling and happy as could be or talking to her Uncle in Law Boris, hearing stories of the young pup. Whenever he got just a bit too close, Balto would seem to magically appear out of nowhere, putting Steele off from trying anything else and keep Jenna close, even putting his arm around her as if to say “she’s mine” right in front of him! “Just you wait you fucking mongrel. I’ll take Jenna away from your filthy hands and give her the dog that she deserves and that I’m owed.” he snarled. Steele was ready to lounge about on his day off when he heard a knock at the door. Huffing and sitting up, the frustrated Malamute stood up to go answer the door. If it was a lady, maybe he could just fuck his frustrations out and be off with the rest of his day. He grumbled, still fuming over his little incident while his now buried cock bounced back and forth in his sheath and free hanging balls. He cleared his throat, grabbed the door and gingerly opened it. “Heloooooonooooo one…” His face, a smile ready to woo the ladies fell as he saw that he was the victim of a ding dong ditch. He wanted to yell out at whoever just came and bothered him but knew it wouldn’t be a good look for his pride if he did so. “God damn kids. Who the hell do they think they are wasting my… Time?” Steele looked down to see a small box with his name on it and a letter wrapped around it. He couldn’t help but sniff it again and again. Taking in a deep breath as a large smile spread across his face. The brown package was covered in an overly sweet scent that reminded him of all the make up cargo that he’d helped haul in. “A secret admirer for me?” Bet that freak of nature never got something like this.” He laughed before closing the door, taking the package with him. After his little incident, Steele’s mood improved dramatically. While he would never admit to it, the secret gifting lifted his spirits more than anything else in the past couple of months. He laughed as he took another breath, enjoying the rich smell of various soft and tasty fruits that had him excited. The scent was familiar but after lugging so much of the stuff back and forth, he just knew he probably brought it here and didn’t care about any delivery. Steele carried the letter to his room and lounged on his bed before getting to read the letter's contents. It read as the following: Dear Steele, I know you probably get a lot of these letters but I hope you get to read mine! I’ve always found you attractive since I was just a young pup. Your big strong muscles, the way you walk with confidence and just how manly you look overall has been the fuel to my dreams since I was old enough to mate! I’m still too young to really approach you and I want to be the prettiest girl in the village before I’m really ready for you. If you think you can wait for me, could you wear this gift I made for you? If I see you wearing it, I know I can be the girl for you in the future! Sincerely, Your secret admirer <3 Every part of the letter read like it was written by a young pup. Every “I” dotted with hearts, lots of little doodles of what he could only assume is him. If that wasn’t all, the note is decorated in a series of red lipstick kiss marks, showing off that the reader really wanted to get the point across that they really like Steele. The Malamute usually kept his excitement hidden but this was one of the few times where he really felt excited. It had been a hot minute since he got any kind of fan mail. A more humble dog would feel flattered. Steele was thinking it was about time he got another letter and one with a present to go with it! He ripped open the hand wrapped package, not caring about damaging the insides just to see what they had. A smile grew on his face as he saw the contents and wondered just how loaded the bitch was to give him a present like this. The present turned out to be a golden collar! Intricate designed as if by the most talented artisan, fine leather that was made with the best care imaginable and shows off the pure quality of a craftsman who knew how to make the best out of anything. Steele couldn’t stop marveling at it, turning it around, seeing even his own name stitched in seamlessly “Well look at that, Balto. You couldn’t have something like this!” Steele gleefully and eagerly put on the collar, enjoying just how well it perfectly fit around his own thick neck. The wolf went back to his mirror to observe himself, looking down at himself. The gold accessorizing with his black and white fur. Not to mention it truly brought out the blue in his eyes and the red in his own hefty cock. “Let’s see how hard Jenna can say no to THIS!” For the rest of the day, the hard headed malamute found himself lusting after Jenna at the local market. The married purebred husky was simply enjoying her day, talking with her fellow hound friends when Steele couldn’t help himself and inserted himself into their conversation. The annoying malamute made it his goal to make the ladies uncomfortable, smiling, leering and speaking in a low, slightly threatening tone of voice that could turn into a snarl if anyone else but Jenna decided to talk up. He prattled on about nothing, endlessly, even as Jenna just ignored his words. Even when he practically shoved his new worn collar into her face, his only reply was a scoff and some very unkind words that even Steele would find surprising from the normally sweet mouthed Jenna. Probably because of Balto’s influence… At least that’s what he told himself. This came to a stop when a certain half wolf came in, quickly putting himself between the jilted lover and the properly married woman. Balto came in, a smile on his face, and looking as buff as ever, especially when standing close to Steele, getting between him and Jenna. The sandy brown gray mutt, just like every other canine in the town, wore next to nothing or nothing at all. The only piece of “clothing” he’d wear are an assortment of snug fitting red thongs that looked almost too tight for him. One little throb, one small turn and the thin looking fabric looked like it would have seen its final days under Balto’s immense size and girth. It was the bane of Steele’s existence just knowing that IT had been inside her at some point… “We have a problem here, Steele?” The half wolf dog looked as calm and collected as ever as he stared down the seething enemy. He looked ready to pounce but he knew better. Especially while in front of the gathering crowd that had decided to watch everything go down with baited breath. “Grrrrrr… Nope.” Steele rained in his anger, insteading switching to a toothy grin. “I was just showing off a nice little treat that I got to Jenna is all. Something from a secret admirer that wanted to show their love for me.” Steele looked beyond Balto, right at Jenna as he pointed at his new accessory. The shameless malamute pointed at the golden collar with his name on it, too proud to not show the new piece of gory off. “Well yes, it does look quite nice on you Steele. Looks as fitting as could be for you.” At this, even Steele was taken aback. Balto complimenting him made his fur crawl. He looked almost offended at the half-wolf’s words. Instead of firing back, Steele just slinked off, abandoning the conversation and leaving the married couple alone. There was a small collective sigh released as Steele left, and the town felt at ease once again. Ever since the day the two of them married, Jenna and Balto were almost always seen together, especially after she had their first litter. Even after matting and being together, Steele, being the jilted wolf he is, couldn’t leave well enough alone. On the day Balto left to be a sled dog and work for his family, Steele would always find a way to worm his way into Jenna’s circle. Thankfully, Jenna was rarely left alone, either with her friends Boris or just anyone that wasn’t HIM. Over the course of the next few days, Steele would continue to try and court the sandy red husky, trying and failing and Balto would always come around to stop any sort of antics going on. It wasn’t until the 3rd day after that, that Steele lost more than Jenna, something he’d never had a chance with before. It was the day Balto had fully and truly beaten him… ________________ Balto had been a pain in Steele’s side since the half wolf was nothing more than just a pup minding his own business. It didn’t matter what he’d do, he’d find some way to pick at and annoy the reserved canine, even goading him into trying to bite him so everyone in the village would be afraid of the half-wolf. It wasn’t anything new for Balto and he didn’t care. Even as they grew older and matured, Balto was the only one to really mature between the two of them. Steele just acted like the big bully he was when he was just a runt. Same goes for his cronies and how they’d try to torment the big wolf. Not that they could really compete with him. Unlike him, Balto did grow and grow in all the right places. The stud’s packing an assault cannon more potent and deadly than any other male in all of Alaska. Maybe even the world. Even after all his adventures and winning Jenna over, Balto always stayed humble nor did he try to push himself onto any lady. His eyes always stayed on Jenna and her eyes stayed on him. Learning that her beloved’s a virgin like her on their wedding day was a treat for her heart. And something the rather eager husky couldn’t wait to fix. Anyone who’d come to the lovely couple's home, they’d see not only the white bandana that Jenna wore on her special day but also the worn out thong framed in the house. The elastic on the poor thing looked far too worn out and tired, unable to handle the excited wolf dog’s monster cock. Especially as he wore it around town for days on end as a memento, sometimes giving anyone a teasing peak at the dark treasure underneath it. It served its time well and the memory would stick around forever. It was something that would tear Steele’s heart apart if he witnessed it alongside Jenna’s white bandana. … That’s what he thought as he came to Balto’s home. Yes, the prideful and boastful canine walked into the home of his worst enemy and the woman of his dreams. Head down and snarling but all the more submissive. All while led on a leash by Balto. Well, led by the leash wrapped around Balto’s cock. The golden leather shone brightly in the indoor light, especially as the gold led down to a cockring around the wolf’s impressive knot. A cockring that looked oddly familiar. Steele walked forward with his paws over his crotch, grumbling but submissively following Balto. The collar he boasted perfectly matched the one Balto’s wearing. It was on the 3rd day that the malamute woke up, cold fear around as he noticed that not only was he missing his usual morning wood but the tree itself had been cut down in size. The 3nd best cock in the town was no bigger than his friends, if maybe smaller. Panic had set in and just as he was about to start running around, Balto came in. A smile on his face as he boasted his newly sized onyx colored cock. Juicy knot as big around as tires, veins galore and beating with power that would make anyone feel small. The mongrel explained to him that he’d been cursed. In just three days, the wolf dog’s secret gift to him, a collar, sapped away his size, adding it to his own. And if he wanted any of it back, he’d have to listen to every word and obey every act. “Just get it over with Balto…” Steele tried to put up a brave front but it fell flat. He didn’t dare look at his nemesis, unable to say or do what he really wanted. “Ah ah, gotta get myself ready. I Wanna enjoy myself here.” Balto chuckled as he pointed at the floor of his living room. “Lay down there.” Gritting his teeth, Steele did as he was told. Laying on his back and staring up at the ceiling. The dim light wasn’t too harsh on his eyes but he wouldn’t have to worry too long. The sight of light was replaced with Balto’s massive ass. Disgust and shock overtook his body but he knew if he acted out of line, he’d be stuck this way. Forever. “Ahhh, your face isn't Jenna’s but it’ll do. Start eating. You know how to do that, right?” Steele hated himself for it but his male pride was literally on the line. The cushion of fluff and fat warmed his muzzle as he deemened himself, opening licking and sucking on Balt’s musky tight ring. The wolf dog let out a sigh and hummed peacefully as he rode his old enemy's face with a grin as big as his own cock. Steele could feel those massive fat eggs on his check, almost pushing down on him, threatening to cut his lung supply off but staying JUST high enough to make him know where he stands. “Harder.” Balto barked. “Louder.” Steele felt himself slip further away from his glory days as he loudly slurped, licked and tongue fucked Balto’s ass. It was the stuff of nightmares for him but the stuff of dreams for the half breed. Balto looked down at his childhood bullies cock, seeing the tip slowly rise out of its sheath, trying to look imposing but without the missing size and girth currently with him, it was a sad attempt to look proud. Steele tried to reason and lie to himself it was some fancy broad with a sculpted ass but he knew the lie wouldn’t help him. It only became harder as Balto heaved and sighed, complementing his good work. Several minutes had passed, Steele only being allowed to breath every so often as the sled dog’s strong haunches only went up in short bursts, giving Steele only seconds to breath. Those few seconds let him see the horrible sight of Balto’s asshole, winking at him, soaked in spit and ready to kiss him again. Balto’s usually calm and centered voice became low and almost threatening as he stroked himself off, feeling his new, heavier balls churning their load. He finally stood up, giving Steele the freedom he’d been begging for since his ass scented hell began. He gasped for air, unable to smell or breath anything that wasn’t straight up wolf musk. “THERE! Now can you-” Steele couldn’t even finish his sentence as Balto filled him around on his stomach. The muscular sled dog’s body laid right on top of him and in one motion, Steele felt his guts being stuffed harder than ever from the massive doggy cock. Any semblance of pride, confidence and believe in himself spilled away as he was fucked by not only Balto’s cock but in a sense his own cock. “You did such a good job. I think I’ll help you get all that size you’ve been missing now. But you’ll get one inch back for every puppy you pop out.” Steele’s eyes widened as he realized that this was really the only way to reclaim what he lost. Fighting back would only make things worse, if not impossible. He couldn't. He shouldn't. Steele could only claw at the ground as the house shook underneath Balto’s heavy and deep thrusts. He could feel Steele give in, the malamute's balls squirting out their load as he kept smashing the back of his prostate again and again. Balto couldn’t stop smiling, a sense of satisfaction washing over him as Steele took it all. Almost anyway. The impressive knot felt like a warning, punching the sub’s hole again and again, threatening to make its way inside with every thrust. Unlike with Jenna, Balto was far rougher and more dominating with his breeding of Steele. He huffed and grunted, snarling into the formerly over confidant husky’s ear. Even taking the time to share in some dirty talking. “Just you wait. You’re gonna be just like Jenna. Gonna get you good and fat with my pups! That’s it, good boy! Take that stud dick!!” Steele could feel himself slipping away as he was fucked. Flipped from his stomach to his back, he had to look at Balto’s face. The fur bristling outward, his snarling drooling teeth as he looked down at him and of course the hard to ignore bulge of his guts and belly being pushed around. The fat cock looked so obscene inside him and Stele couldn’t do anything to stop it. He could only clench his paws and teeth shut as the throbbing inside him warned him his fat is sealed. Well fully sealed as Balto finally stuffed the heavy pumpkin sized knot inside, forcing it to swell up as the first of many creampies finally hit Steele’s formally virgin asspussy. Steele couldn’t believe the hard throbbing sensation that flooded him from the inside out. His belly grew several times its normal size, bellowing out so much the last thing he could see was Balto’s face as he howled, and the warm all consuming drenching of his inside. He submitted. His body knew it couldn’t beat this, even at his tip top shape. The sheer volume and size was just too much for him to handle. Steele’s pride defeated and deflated while his tummy inflated. Somewhere in the vast ocean of thick wolf seed, something latched onto Steeles insides. Swimming around and inseminating the former head sled dog and putting him in his palace as Balto’s new breeding stock… From beyond the mountain of cum and his force fucked belly, he could hear Balto panting and laughing. “Can’t wait to show you to Jenna and the kids!” ________________ Several months later… Jenna walked down the street, smiling and talking to each other. Jenna looked to be about three or so months pregnant with her next litter of pups. She rubbed her belly, happy to keep adding onto the family Balto and her built up. She hummed to herself happily waiting for her dear mate to come see her after mushing. As if by fate, she felt a warm embrace wrap around her, followed by a kiss on the cheek. “Hey Jenna, how’s the family?” “Doing well, just going for a walk for some exercise.” As the two talked, a third figure walked up behind Balto, a leash around their neck that lead back to Balto’s dark cock. Steele looked several months pregnant but with a belly smaller in size than the massive creampie that destroyed his pride months ago. His cock and balls did not revert back in size, even after pumping out the first litter between him and Balto. The former “alpha” dog had taken on a slightly more feminine appearance. Fluffier fur and an ass that had taken more times around Balto’s cock more than Steele himself had sex with anyone. Balto showed him no mercy and the results being the first of many pups between the two of them. Even Balto’s son was learning to use his father’s gift on him as well for “practice”. “How about we all go home, get some food and then enjoy a long relaxing, destressing night. Sounds good?” Balto turned to look at Steele. “Yes… Balto.” Gone was the anger and venom of not being able to be Jenna’s mate. All Steele worried about was just how rough Balto was going to be on his pregnant body. But it wasn't something the former head musher wasn’t exactly against anymore… END ________________