For the little snow town, few things are as certain as death and taxes:


Cold snowy winters.


Sled dogs born and bred to be the best mushers around.


And of course-


"You know you can't ever beat me, FREAK!"


"The dog who barks most, has no bite, Steele."


The rivalry between Balto and Steele.


The two of them could almost be called brothers with how much and how often the two argue. Though no one would ever say this to Steele's face. Balto would only shake his head and say he's nothing like that pompous headed Malamute. Steele would always shove it into the faces of all his “buddies” and use it to try and get any ladies and to top it off, he'd try to woo Jenna. He knows she's not that shallow but not having her drove him insane.


Meanwhile, Balto was beloved after dethroning the "top dog", got the girl of his dreams and simply enjoyed the best of life itself. But even then the two of them would always end up arguing, fighting or finding some way to compete against each other. It was something that just became a part of the town's daily routines.


Sometimes, it all appeared to just seem like friendly male bonding from an outside perspective. Those who knew the two of them, knew it was far from it… And while most would never say it to either of them for the better, there was a certain kind of familiar bond between them. But this was always brushed off as “boys being boys” sort of thing.


Maybe they both knew this. It might partially be why things never truly escalated further than some snapping at one another at worst or the usual petty words or insults of all kinds. But even then, Steele would always be the jealous old champion wanting to get the girl of his dreams back from the mongral who “stole” her, as he’d put iot. It didn’t matter that he’d sleep around with other girls, ignoring them and chasing an old dream.


Jenna and Balto had been married for years. It was an occasion that was nothing short of love all around town. Practically everyone was invited to it. Good food, good drink and seeing Jenna walk down the isle with a crying Boris acting as her father brought many to tears as well.


Even while Steele was there getting angry, mouthing off to anyone who talked to him.


Then came in Balto.


The wolfdog walked down the isle, wearing a thong with a suit design on it. A not so subtle reminder of just how well endowed the canine is. Strong muscles lined his body, a strong back on those who looked on him from behind. The thong barely hid what everyone already knows he has. 


His bulge was easily bigger than even a thick cut of meat, balls swinging behind him with pride and a kind of atmosphere around them that would make them irresistible to most ladies. If it wasn’t for him being the kind hearse canine that he is, and having eyes for Jenna alone, the little town would likely be full of part wolf mutts. A feat that Steele would never admit to having, especially if it meant that Jenna was the target of Balto’s affections.


As the priest read out everything, Steele could hear the ladies behind him gossiping over Boris’s crying. How jealous they felt of Jenna, knowing she’s getting that monster all to herself. How badily they’d do anything to be in her spot. Just as the priest finished, declaring if any had objections, the room fell silent. Steele wanted to say something, to make a big scene but doing so wouldn’t do anything. So the malamute didn’t say a word as Balto and Jenna kissed in front of everyone.


Some still mention that they could feel the hatred coming off of him that day. But that was beside the point.


Years, and many puppies between Balto and Jenna later, the two still act like bickering puppies, even when Balto tries to be the adult.


One day however, the two go out for a shared race. Trying to out pace one another. Balto could tell Steele had been trying to work out, to try and outpace him. 


        “That the best you got or you turning into a gray muzzle?” Balto said as he kept just ahead of his running enemy.


        “Look who’s talking!! You’re getting on in years, raising those pups has sucked the speed out of you!!”


The two dahsed throughout the harsh snow, not stopping until they reached the finish line they both chose to be the finish line, a large pole with a red flag at the top. Steele felt like his chest was about to burst but he wasn’t gonna let Balto win! Even as every muscle in him screamed begging for him to stop, he was neck and neck with Balto.


Balto wasn’t gonna let him get ahead. Even with raising a family, the head mushing dog was more than ablele to keep up with the former champion of the town. Balto pushed himself harder than usual, eager to hit the finish line and beat Steele again. 


In a blink of an eye, the two crossed the pole.


        “I WIN!!!”
        “I WIN!!!”


The two dogs cheered as they crossed the finish line, happy to think they had beaten the other.


        “WHAT?!”


Only to realize the other thought they had won.


        “Is your brain going stupid or something you half born mutt??! I won! I crossed the pole before you!” Steele spat, growing at Balto.


        “I think you're the one who needs a check up. I crossed before you. I was ahead of you the entire time and you need to man up and admit when you lost.” Balto replied, arms crossed, looking at Steele with a disapproving look.


        “By an inch at best! You had to push JUST to keep ahead of you! I train my ass off, while yours lazes around!” At this, Balto found himself showing his teeth.


        “Me, laze around?! I work my ass off in the snow, day in and day out! Raising a family and working, while you’re off sleeping around because Jenna chose ME! The right choice!”


The two dogs walked up to each other, heads touching and growing as they tried to make the other afraid. 


Steele’s bule pressed up against Balto’s cock, the tip peeking out aganist Balto’s own sheath. The headrush of the race plus the heat they’re feeling from the argument had made them both slightly erect. The bigger wolf had Steele beaten in the breeding department, packing a sheath bigger than most smaller dogs' whole bodies and balls, as big as bean bags, that didn’t impair his running. The large nuts swung with pride, in full view of all those who watched him. 


        “Right choice?! THE RIGHT CHOICE!? Kiss my ass!! The only “right” thing about you is the dog half, the rest is some filthy, wolf FREAK!! You’re nothing more than a half cooked canine and failures like you should worship winners!”


Balto had heard it. Time and again whenever his wolf half was insulted. Steele continued yelling at Balto, as the gray brown hound’s fury built up from within. Steele could see that Balto latched onto something he said through their argument and while he didn’t know, he continued yelling, his macho side egging him on to show who’s really in charge. 


Balto’s eyes became a more intense yellow. He clenched his jaw hard enough to feel them pop but he didn’t stop. His fur bristled and the normally ccalm air around him became distorted, angry and full of anger Steele hadn’t seen before. Even on their worst arguments there was mild anger and annoyance but here and now, he looked absolutely ready to tear into him.


The wolf is truly furious. Balto’s eyes began to glow a much more intense yellow, crackling with a dark energy as he stared into the pit of Steele’s soul. The confused and actually frightened dog backaed away, not sure what to say. But Balto did.


        “Why don’t you SHUT THE HELL UP!!!”


The booming command caused the surrounding snow to explode around the two, BGalto’s voice being carried into the empty reaches beyond. The silence between the two of them felt eternal as Balto huffed and stared down Steele. Steele knelt down, hands on his mouth as he looked at the angered half wolf with a now blank expression on his face. Confused, The half wolf approached Steele, causing the kneeling canine to back away.


A few seconds later, Steele snapped out of his induced submission, holding and shaking his head as if trying to regain control over his own body.


The two men share a long silence of eye contact before Steele suddenly runs off, confused and a deep sense of fear erupts from inside him. He didn’t know or understand what had happened. Just a gap in his memory as he awoke to find himself on the ground with Balto standing over him. 


A shift in power.




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It’s only been a day


Balto and Steele hadn’t seen each other since then.


Balto came to understand what had happened through a dream, thanks to his mother Aniu. A snow white wolf, barring a body like a goddess and an air like a snowstorm: Beautiful, powerful and overwhelming. The white wolf told Balto that he wasn’t the only pup to come from her. Through the howling winds in his dream, Balto learned that Aniu also had pups with another canine. A malamute from the same town he and Steele call home.


Kitok. That was Steele’s father’s name. In all the arguments they’ve had, the big blowhard never mentioned him so maye it was a touchy subject with him. Well, not that it mattered now. 


Because he’s the dominant male between them, he could command him like a puppet by exerting his alpha energy over him. Just like when he told Steele to shut up. Maybe the only reason it’s happening now is due to being angerier than ever at the comment. And the fact Balto has a growing family with Jenna that makes him want to be more aggressive.


As he laid in bed with his pregnant mate, he looked outside, seeing the sun beginning to break past the clouds and greet the new day. He touched the side of Jenna’s face, feeling her snuggle into the warm contact, even while still asleep. 


As much as he hated the idea of sharing any kind of blood with Steele, maybe this wasn’t so much of a bad thing. Half-brother or not. He wasn’t going to waste an opportunity to make the new mutt eat his words.


Or maybe eat something else…




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Balto easily tracked Steele down. The wolf’s nose was locked onto him and there wasn’t a chance in hell he’d lose him. After all this time of houning Balto, he was the one being chased. Steele did everything he could to get away from his brother but it was only a matter of time.


Balto caught up to him, hiding away in one of the storage locations for supplies. The moment their eyes met, Steele tried to run but it was too late.


        “Stop.” Soft but powerful. The Malamute came to a complete halt mid sprint. “Turn around and come to me.” 


Right on Balto’s command, Steele walked over, unable to stop himself as he approached the intense gaze. Balto’s eyes still holding onto that same crackling energy that tied him and Steele together. Balto released a smile that made Steele want to shake in fear but his body refused any orders given.


        “Now, what was that you said? Winners serve the losers, right? Then you be a good boy and give your big brother a kiss.” Balto’s speech was so smug, it didn’t sound like it came from the same usually kind canine.


Steele came closer, eyes still holding the faint yellow color as his mind screamed for him to stop. Thankfully, Balto stopped him with a paw to the face.


        “No,” He paused. “ Not on the lips. Get on your knees and kiss my ass.”


Steele could only watch in his own body, mortified that Balto is making him do this. Eyes locked onto each other until Steele stood behind Balto. Getting on one knee, than another. His view became obscured with the sight of Balto’s thick, muscular yet plump ass in his face. 


        ‘NONONONONO!!!’


Steele kissed balto’s left check.


        “Again.” 


He repeated it. 


        “Keep going…”


Steele went to work. Kissing Balto’s literal ass, one cheek at a time. Switching between them, feeling the muscle and fat jiggle and bounce at his actions and hearing Balto groan. He could see the back of Balto’s fat nuts clenching, working up a load from the attention.


        “Now get up in my ass. Muzzle deep.”


Steele felt horrified. His own hands on Balto’s ass, moving the thong off to the side to see a dark brown ring winking at him before it was opening up to take the sub alpha’s action. Whatever was going through Steele’s mind, it didn’t matter. He’s serving his alpha older brother, like any good sibling would. 


Balto couldn’t really believe it. This new power, this control over Steele was just spectacular. Balto’s tail wagged in the face of his newly discovered half-brother, relishing in the humiliation he’s put him through over the years of bitter harassment. His cock begining to peak out and show itself as Steele kept fucking his backdoor with just his muzzle. 


        “Lick it. Lick my guts.” Steele instivitly complied, using his tongue to lap up Balto’s tight ass. His tongue felt every single bump and groove, digging in almost as deep as Stella. But that wasn’t enough. “Eat my ass like you mean it. And I want you to love every second of it.”


With that order, Steele turned from a forced puppet into a grand champion of ass eating. Ravinious, as if he hadn’t eaten in days, the former alpha male felt and tasted every ring and wrinkle in Balto’s ass. Wet slopper, the sound of him panting and Balto’s elated groans filled their little private quarter. Balto pushed back, forcing Steele to breath in the musk from his superior ass while playing with his gargangutian monster cock. The beast throbbed and sputtered pre cum along the floor, shooting off while the thong fought for it’s life to hold together. The tiny elastic strained to contain his swelling balls, threatening to rip from the pleasure.


        “Stop. Pull out and don’t move.” 


Steele did as he was told, pulling his muzzle away with a thick string of slobber connecting the lightly gaped anus. His head felt so cloudy, not able to withstand the constant humiliation. But it was far from over.


Balto threw his ass back, forcing the hounds muzzle between his ass hell again before just as quickly setting him free. Then again and again and again. Balto fucked his own ass usinig Steele’s muzzle as a warm, fuzzy dildo, pre-cum gushing out as he felt himself getting close. Meanwhile, Steele was trying to find some part of his own mind to feel safe from all of this. His whole world felt smaller and in the palm of Balto’s paws through all this. 


Before he finished, he stopped, just short of Steele’s muzzle, making the malamut hybrid kiss as gently as Balto would Jenna.


        “I’m not wasting a load I could dump inside of you. Come on, I got some place where we can catch up on all the karma you owe me.”


Balto was silent for a moment before that same smile reappeared on his face.


He grabbed Steele’s head from behind and forced his muzzle right back into his perfectly sculpted ass, clecning tight so he wouldn’t be able to leave. 


        “Keep your muzzle right inside there and follow me.”


Steele stumbled to his feet as he was led away with his snout firmly locked into his brother’s ass, unable to escape. Not that he could or even attempt to disobey him. The light of the sun made it feel all the more embarrassing as Steele was forced to basically bow at all times, lips locked firmly inside the ass of his worst enemy and Balto enjoying every moment of it. He couldn’t see where they were heading or who saw them but his ears could pick up some of their reactions. Murmurs, gasps and even a stray laugh or two. Steele’s pride was being chipped away at every sond and moment of the public display.


He couldn’t fight back.


He could only learn to accept his place under Balto.


        “Stop and lay on your back in front of me.”


Steele pulled himself out of Balto’s musky ass with a wet ‘pop’ breathing the bitter air as he did as he was told.


        ‘What more could you take from me…’ He asked in his mind. 


Indeed, as he looked around, he noticed all the villagers gathering around to see the end of Steele’s public humiliation by his bigger brother. The malamute tried to recede into the back of his mind but Balto used his alpha powers to stop that. He wasn’t going to let Steele go free or hide away. He wanted his enemy to experience every sweet moment.


As he laid on his back, Steele heard the sound of fabric ripping apart. Laying on his back with the sun in his face, his vision is obscured by the overwhelming size of Balto’s monster cock, ripping free from it’s prison and looming over him. Steele couldn’t do anything. He couldn’t say anything unless Balto said so. If he asked to jump, he’d do it. To sit in the cold, he’d do it. 


        “Now then, I think it’s about time we finally establish who is what around here for all to see.” Balto said with a smile on his face, eyes still crackling that same yellow energy as before.


Balto got to his knees, aiming the cock that fucked and breed Jenna at Steele’s awaiting ghole. And just like that, the formerly vigin hole was claimed in one mooth thrust inside. With what little power he does have, Steele whimpered as he gripped the ground, trying to hold on while his guts were being violated with his big half-brother’s full length meat. It hurt , it felt disgusting but the abck of his mind, Steele could hear Balto’s whispers. To enjoy it, it is to relish in the sensation of being used by an alpha. 


        “That’s it… Take it all, you dirty bitch. Gonna make sure you’re worth it.” Balto’s dirty talk infested Steele’s mind as he finally reached his limit. Just like before, Balto’s cock overshadowed Steele’s face, this time from the inside. It was impressive but the pain lingered in the back of his mind. Every second, Steele could feel his own pride whittling away as the bulge in his stomach kept going from big to small. Again and again, it made him feel full and empty, all the while he could hear moaning. It wasn’t Balto but his own.


Groans, whimpers and pants that reminded Steele of the time’s he’d bed some bitch. But they all came out egnuine, intense and from Steele’s own mouth. He wasn’t even sure he could ever make those kinds of sounds!


        “Now let’s make sure you remember your place from now on! Get on your knees. You’re gonna make a good knocked up uncle for the kids.”


Steele listened to the order, eyes glancing to see the judging looks of the towns folks. Now on his hands and knees, he could look in front of himself and see Jenna, pregnant and watching everything with a knowing smile. 


Balto mounted Steele and gor right back to clamining his spot as the top male between them. The grey brown wolf dog’s fat nuts spanked Steele’s ass, disciplining him and reminding him just how much better Balto is. He would never admit it but there was a budding pleasure building up inside hhim. A button being mashed over and over again as the veiny, muscle cock fucked him senseless in front of the whole town. Steele could only focus on the sensation of being violated and the remnant taste of Balto’s toned asshole still on his tongue. 


His own cock dangled and slapped his belly with every thrust, balls being hit with every stroke forward by Balto and empting what little cum he could onto the snowy ground, forzen near instantly. Meanwhile, just the precum from Balto’s monster was warming up the canine’s stretched insides. 


        “Tell me how you feel, Steele! Nice and loud!” Balto barked, gripping his half-siblings sides and holding on tight.


Steele couldn’t stop his own mouth if he could.


        “Like.. You’re bitch! Made to do what you want!”


That was all Balto needed to hear.


Balto used his full power to dominate and breed the formally full blooded Malamute. Steele felt the grip tighten and his stomach being fucked harder than ever by the over eager wolf. He had to fight back not to cry out but it was impossible. If Balto wanted him to, he could make him do anything. The blunt end of his cock just hammered it into the back of his mind. Any pride as a dog also being broken down with every thrust, making Steele give into the growing pleasures again and again.


If that wasn’t enough, Balto gave his brother some friendly smacks on the ass. Spanking him in front of all those gahtered around to see were impressed with how hard Balto laid it on. Big strong paws became a blur along with his hips as he enjoyed every moment of it. The frustrated and mentally restrained malamute former head musher dog couldn't say anything, just wait for the next blow to his ass or another long scrape aganist his prostate to push his cum out.


Balto put everything that he could into his thrusts. He was getting close and Steele could tell as well. Every throb felt like it was ready to split him apart but also… Pleasurable. 


        “Please cum in me!” 
        ‘????!’


Steele had blurted it out without a second thought. It didn’t stop there. Every second Balto grew faster, he could feel the hound’s influence work itself deeper into his mind! Depraved thoughts and ideas, him begging Balto to knock him up, put more pups in him and have their pups take turns breeding the sub bitch. Steele tried to resist harder than ever but it wasn’t going to do anything. 


Steele’s body didn’t belong to him any more.


His mind is slowly being changed from his to something Balto wants. The big pompous canine was fading away, replaced with a submissive and perfectly breedable wolf half brother to Balto


        “That’s it! Nice and loud so everyone knows what kind of “man” you really are, Steele!” 


Balto flipped stelle onto his side, raising one leg up to get deeper inside. Deep, rough fucking all the while Steele’s face contorted between happy, excited, and pain mixed with pleasure. A forced smile spread across his muzzle while Balto’s speed increased, growing ever faster with every second.


        “Awwwooooooooooooooooooooooo!!!”


What little dignity he had left was shattered as he howled out loud in front of all to see. His smaller balls eclenching and cumming all across his white furred belly uncontrollably. A few stray shots just came up short to his face. Not long after Balto stuffed his inflating knot balls deep inside and came inside of his life long rival turned into breeding bitch. His heavy balls tightening and pumping shot after shot into Steele’s rapidly expanding stomach. Everyone marveled at the sheer size, overtaking Steele’s body and whatever couldn’t fit inside would stain the ground, melting the snow with the intense heat from his load. 


        “That’s it… Let it all out.” Balto growled, smiling as he looked at a still pregnant Jenna coming up to him. “Hey hon. Got a little gift to bring home with us.”


        “I see that. I wonder how many he’ll pop out in a few months.”


        “No matter what, I’ll pump twice as much right back in.” Balto gave Steele’s newly plump belly a hard slap, earning a yelp from the well fucked half-brother. 


Meanwhile Steele, in the back of his mind felt what was left of himself fading away. Balto dominated him in body, mind and slowly his very soul. The dominant male made sure any resistance inside him was pushed to some dark corner of his mind. In his place, an eager beta male submissive brother that was ready to serve his superior brother.


Whatever domineering persona he did have, it faded as his mind settled on his new place.


Balto had won.


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