Steele's Little Problem
			
				Written By Star


	The winning team veered tightly around the last corner, already into town and amongst the cheering crowed lining both sides of the blocked off street. The line of dogs panting, their exhaustion showing as they kicked up snow, not slowing down until the finish line is crossed despite their large lead. A lead ill gained by the large malamute in the lead position.

	Steele was visibly worn out as was obvious with his swollen, dry tongue hanging loosely in the cold air. His haggard team pulling behind him with all they had, not daring to slow until he did. Star, Kaltag, Nikki, and the rest of them all doing their jobs, even with the smaller Star behind him occasionally tripping up yet getting back into rythem immediatly with each falter.

	The monochrome furred leader would have rolled his eyes if he had the energy as Star slid through the last corner, looking sloppy as soon as they were in the final straight. This disappointment quickly left his mind though, as his eyes caught sight of a few of the town females swooning over him as he passed. He puffed out his chest and straightened his neck, even if it cost them a bit of speed. His ego needed more stoking as usual. He could have any one of them but he was focused on only one bitch in Town. Jenna. He was so infatuated with that lithe, red husky that he wouldnt risk one of those lesser dogs until he was absolutely sure he couldnt have the one he wanted. 

 	And he was used to getting what he wanted.

	His mind was so lost in both the fantasy of the girl that would be his, mixed with the anger of not having her yet, that he didn't notice they had passed the finish line until a loud "Woah, Steele!" From the musher made his ear pivot back as his paws started to automatically slow. His teamates behind him followed his lead, coming to a fairly rapid stop with help from the musher's footbrake. Most stood in place, panting heavily while some sat, furry bodies heaving as the crowd of townsfolk roared around them. 

	Star slid down on his forend first, rump in the air for a moment before joing the rest of him. His eyes rolled back a bit, Steele's rolled more with a small grimace on his muzzle. He hated when the runt made his team look bad, even if no one else actually seemed to notice. He turned to face the other dogs who all gazed at him with tired eyes yet still intensely charged from the completed race.

	"Alright, We won. Good job most of you." - For making me look good. He would have added that last bit if he was more self aware, but it stayed in his subconcious. Steele's ears perked and he scanned the lines of people, but at knee heighth, looking only for the red husky while the musher removed their harnesses. He spotted her in the distance, but she wasn't looking at him. That would change.

	Steele, with the confidence and swagger that only he could pull off in the small town of Nome, sauntered in the direction of his future girl. He gave little smiles and nods to the other females who drooled and panted hopefully at him as he passed them by, sometimes hearing their disapointed moans or whimpers as he passed them up. Silently he cursed himself for being so focused. 

	Jenna was facing away from him now, staring down an alley between the people who were now socializing, bragging or sometimes passing money from settled bets. That luxurious tail of hers tensed up for a moment before giving an all-too natural wag, the uncontrolled wag a puppy has when they hear a food dish being filled..

	He smelled the wolfdog before he got angle enough on the alleyway to see him. He was smilling at Jenna with that stupid goose at his side. Steele's lips curled up, A snarl growing for a moment over his teeth before he caught himself, suddenly clearing his throat loudly instead. 

	"Jenna! Hey, enjoy the race?" He asked casually as he sidled himself between her and her view of the half-breed, pretending he hadn't noticed her distracted gaze and licking his teeth in what he must have thought an alluring display. Balto lowered his ears, his and her view both blocked, and disappeared down a sidestreet before either Steele or Jenna noticed.

	As Steele circled around her and she saw Balto now missing, she frowned a bit but acknowledged the large malamute, the town's 'hero', in a fake cheerful tone. "Yeah, Almost as much as you did.." She hoped the sled dog's brain kicked on and picked up on her lack of interest.

	"Thanks. Jenna, lets go celebrate.." He prattled on with a cheesy pickup line about burying bones, making the red dog a little sick in her stomache. She politely declined and moved off to follow her humans, unaware at what that gentle, natural shake of her tail and hips was doing to the larger canine. The anger boiled up in Steele, and he cracked his back, Finally commenting on the wolfdog she was looking at. With one last glare at Steele, pretenses now over, she made her dislike much more apparent and left Steele in the street behind her. 



	Steele caught up with his little gang down another alley sitting by some crates later to be used as fire wood as they laughed about the race and goofed off. Nikki and Kaltag argued about something humorously while Star, semi distracted by anything else, seemed to be waiting for his moment to interject. Sighing inwardly at the played out scene he layed on a pallet next to the trio, staring off down towards the street, thoughts jumping between the things he wanted to do to Jenna, and the things he would do to that mangy stray.

	"...and when youse got that new guy tangled up, dragged the whole team down! That was a good one, there boss!" The overweight dog, Nikki, who somehow still managed to be faster than alot of of the others had shifted the conversation to his favorite topic. Himself.

	"Yeah, When you pulled that move they were so screwed! They were out of it, game over. They had no chance to- to.." Kaltag searched vaguely for his next random compliment, eyes gazing up to the invisible thesaurus that seemed to float above his head.

	"You messed them UP! Hahaha!!" The smallest member of the team used the pause to add his own opinion. Abrubt. To the point. Short and sweet, almost like Star himself. Steele blinked with a blank expression and shook his head of those stupid thoughts. He was desperate but... 

	Luckily a distraction was provided as Kaltag growled lowly, twisting to his side and pushing his back against Nikki for leverage before rearing his hind leg back, taking careful aim, and then swiftly kicking the laughing runt in the side of his head. 

	Star went stiff like a board, his top half stationary in the air for a moment with his tongue sticking out of a closed set of teeth. With a slightly pained grimace and a hanging second, he toppled into a snowbank, one forepaw sticking up a moment later with a drunken wave before it too vanished.

	The two other dogs continued their compliments of Steele, but he wasn't interested. Instead he turned back to the street and let out a soft growl. He didn't know if he wanted to fuck, or fight. He was as worked up as he could be after the rejection from the town's hottest tail mixed with jealousy of that wolfdog, and the leftover adrenaline from the race. A bad mix.

	Star had recovered and now all three dogs were chatting behind him but it was vague echos to the large, agitated malamute. His brain going twenty places at once, none of them where he wanted. His claws tensed into the cold wood under his paws, and took a glance at the team's runt. He thought about it.. It was the only thing he could do at the moment.

	"Star. Come with me, I want to talk about the race. And how sloppy you were." He stood up and walked deeper down the alley, towards the boiler room that the town dogs used as an imprompteu meeting hall and hangout. Mostly for the warmth and privacy. The other three dogs went silent, all with confused faces. Star looked at Kaltag who had one eyebrow raised and his mouth half open- mid sentence.

	Steele never wanted to talk to them privately, he just criticized them openly for maximum effect, Kaltag and Nikki exchanged glances, then both looked at Star, the former nodding in the direction after Steele. "Well don't let him be too hard on ya!"

	The smaller, goofy dog stood a bit nervously, and with a slightly submissive lowness to his stance, jogged after their leader to catch up, vanishing down the alley and leaving the other two to brag and gossip and argue as they did. 


	
	The floorboards creaked under his large for his size paws as Star gingerly stepped over the small pool of ice at the foot of the boiler room door. The snow that melted from the heat of the room, would refreze quickly from the concentrated, cold gusts from the gap under it. He followed Steele in, having the familiar view he was used to and didn't honestly mind of the big dog's assets. He  had never even thought of anything beyond simple admiration. Steele moved closer to the boiler and turned, sitting on his haunches and looking at Star with a slightly stern expression. The smaller dog also couldn't help notice the large sheath swing a big between Steele's legs, and for a moment he wondered if Steele wasn't sitting a bit oddly.. widely. His thought was interrupted by his boss's voice.

	"Clumsy. Always clumsy with you. I mean do you know how you made us look on that last turn into town? When people laugh at you, They're laughing at the whole team. They're laughing at me. If you don't think we can't get a dog just as fast as you up there, We can. Do you know how many of those losers would kill to be on this team?" The alpha of their little team chastized him ruthlessly. Each critical word making Star's ears and head go a little lower, his eyes looking down at Steele's paws, trying to minimize the stinging his ears felt with each comment that he knew was true.

	Steele shifted gears quite suddenly "But.. You can help me with something, Star. And I can look past all that for now. I'll just be frank with it. I'm worked up and I need some relief. From you." The bigger, stronger dog gazed down intently at Star, the same stoic expression plastered on his face.

	Star blinked in confusion, truely not understanding yet. This was made obvious with a slight tilt of his head and his partly opened muzzle. "Errr..."

	Steele sighed loudly and took a breath, hesitated with closed eyes for a moment, and then blurted out his feelings for once. "I've been worked up as hell, that damn Jenna and how hot she is. That mangy mutt of a half-wolf. The racing, which this one was too close. I need to get off, Star. And you're the closest thing we have to a bitch, so you're gonna have to do." He finished with another, shorter sigh.

	Far from explaining things, this only seemed to confuse the team 'bitch' even more which apparent from his expression and stammering before he found his words "W-wait.. I'm the wh-... where? What do you mean, Steele?" His whole form from nose to ears to tail seemed to be one giant question mark. Steele just had to be direct with his.. unusual request.

	"I need you to blow me, Star. Suck my dick so I can get back on my A-game. Got it?" He stared intently at his small teammate, trying to hide that his heart was beating incredibly fast and he was doing his best to keep that bloodflow in check, not at all used to feeling awkward or nervous about something.

	After a long pause, Star's jaw dropped a little as his eyes lowered down to that wide stance he had questioned. That sheath he had admired to himself, swinging in view between those forelegs. It now finally clicked. He gulped, staring at the thick white furred mass and stammered a little "Uhh.. I- err.... "

	Steele gave a small growl of annoyance, his eyes rolling up as his body rolled over to his side, lifting a hind leg into the air to give a better view and even better access. "Look I know you are into this sorta thing so just hurry up before this gets even more awkward."  

	There was no please. No smile. Not even lust, and definitely no love. Just a needy desperation that made his team leader almost.. Vulnerable? Star kinda felt bad for him. He gazed at the the plump sheath leaning against Steele's muscular inner thigh, the large heavy orbs resting behind them in a way he hadn't gotten to admire like he could from behind the malamute. His eyes widened a bit and he looked up to Steele's face for a moment, giving an oddly quiet nod "O-ok, Steele.. I'll help." The bigger dog almost grimaced at the moment as Star approached him, leaning his head back. He could at least imagine Jenna while- His thoughts were suddenly cut off.

	Star had moved quietly up to him, laying on his belly and without hesitation he had pushed his cold nose against the warm, moist opening of Steele's impressive Sheath, one of the main reasons most of the town bitches showed up to his races. Steele stared wide-eyed at the ceiling for a moment, before his eyes alone darted down to the sight between his hind legs. He honestly wasn't sure what he expected, but not this. The submissive dog was laying on his hindleg, nose just inspecting and nudging all over him, working from the top down to the balls and moving them a bit. His eyes caught the smaller dog's tail gently wagging. That same natural wag, the puppy wag he had seen when Jenna looked at... that mutt.

	Those thoughts were again cut of, Star was doing his job at distracting him! The runt's tongue, fortunatly also big for his size, had joined in and now gently lifted his furred orbs up and let them slide off as he grazed a path gently and slowly up and under the heavy sheath with it's thickening contents. That tongue lifted and trailed under it, all the way back to the opening where something happened that made Steele gasp loudly, grit his teeth and his eyes, and then moan. 

	The scrappy little omega had slid his tongue in. That tongue had made contact with Steele's tip. That tongue had slid into the space between his still sheathed cock and the moist walls of his sheath. And that space was tightening quickly.

	Star swirled his tongue around the entirety of his dogmeat, pulling the sheath up a bit the whole way. His eyes were closed gently, a look of quiet concentration Steele had never seen on the usually hyper dog's face before. Steele's jaw hung open and and his eyes were wide, a look Star would have never seen if he was looking, but he was busy with his new 'job'. So busy in fact, that he only managed one rotation of his tongue before Steele had become aroused quickly enough to where the tip was pushed out, and Star had to retract his tongue. The little dog opened his eyes and gazed at his handiwork. A full quarter of Steele's crimson dick poking out of a sheath that seemed to be getting too tight. He needed to get to work..

	Star noted that the other dog wasn't joking about needing this.. He had to act fast before Steele got stuck within his own confines. So without a warning he put the pads of his forepaw right under the red throbbing mass already exposed, and with a bit of a sly smirk up at Steele, slid downwards in a slick motion, freeing the rest to the warm air of the boiler room.

	Steel dug the claws of a forepaw into the floorboards and gasped loudly "Hh-hhholy shit, Star..." Star grinned, proud of the reaction, and with his tail wagging, he lowered his head and brought Steele into a new, warm, moist place.

	The big malamute, normally so dominant over the others shuddered and held onto the ground as if the room was tilting and he'd slide off. He lost sight of his own member, now only seeing the back of Star's head, the runt's ears pinned back in concentration, and all he felt was that tongue. Swirling, carressing, pushing onto the ridged roof of a talented muzzle. Steele leaned his head back and fantasized about nothing.

	Jets of pre were already squirting, blood pumping and thickening his shaft more every second, and each time Star juat opened wider to accommodate, keeping a constant and perfect pressure around him. Steele had to hold himself back from thrusting and hurting himself on those teeth. He clawed into the wood, leaving little tracks as the toes on his hindpaw curled tightly from the dog bobing his head between them. 

	Star moved his muzzle up and down in a nice slow rythem, secretly enjoying teasing the big dog he had secretly admired without realizing it, and gauging his success from how much bigger Steele's knot was growing each time his cold nose met the hot flesh. He thought he was doing pretty good! His ears flushed and he closed his eyes again after sneaking a peak just to make sure.

	Steele let out an unexpected sound, a high pitched whine which surprised even him before he slid off the forepaw supporting him and now lay squarely on his back. He panted with his eyes squeezed tight, and regained at least some composure, putting that forepaw gently on Star's rump. The small dog twitched a bit involuntarly at the touch but quickly relaxed. Steele actually felt a little bad for a moment but shook the concern from his head. This felt too good. 

	And it was only this time.. of course it was..

	Star was now slurping and bobing on something 3 times the size as when he started, stretching his jaw a bit as he strategically kept in just the right position. And he knew this wouldnt last long, despite how he was trying to drag it out. The little dog remembered that this was for Steele, so he broke out the big guns to help his boss out. He put a forepaw up behind Steels balls and pressed them up against the big dog, applying a little pressure and letting his clawtips gently scritch underneath them, useing the other paw to squeeze up into his groin next to those soon to be lighter balls. The massaging seemed to work!

	Steel Growled out suddenly, his knot swelling up and his hips thrusting up, lifting the smaller dog despite now having much of his weight over the malamute's lower half. "S-Star! FFffff..Grrrr!! Take it, bitch!!" Now thats the Steele we're used to.. Thought Star with as much of a smirk as he could muster with his muzzle so stuffed.. A few more pulses and it was even more stuffed. Then it started leaking.

	The now dominant again Steele dug his claws into Star's rump above his tail roughly, scratching through the floorboards with the other as he growled passionatly into the air with his eyes squeezed tight, brow furrowed aggressively and muzzle hanging open wide, toothy, and full of lust. His cock now burried into Star's throat, fully swollen knot pressed tight to that cold panting nosepad, Steele began to dump his fully pent up load into his teamate.

	Star held in place and let Steele use his face, blushing hot in his ears and keeping up the tight paw massage he had been giving, his tongue gently rubbed the slick underside of Steele and felt the twitching going from the knot, and all the way to the tip where it sprayed against the back of his palate and down his throat.. his tail wagged much quicker now.

	The orgasm went on like that for several minutes, but the tie would go on for longer. And Star would keep doing his job, so he pulled off, the throbbing tip still squirting but less so slid out of the top of his tight throat and dragged over his tongue. The happy little husky pressed his cold nose to Steels tip, getting a few errant sprays across his muzzle just for his own enjoyment. He then moved down to gently lick at Steele's knot to keep him moist and comfortable.

	Panting, weak and spent, Steele layed back on the floor, his claws no longer tense, his whole body still except for his heaving chest, panting tongue, and twitching cock as it now shot onto his own belly and the side of Star's muzzle when it let out its final jets. 

	"S-... Star...  Thanks.. Now hurry up before the guys get curio-"

	"Hey Boss, we got a bone to pick with You'se and Star too there!"
	
	"Yeah! Why you gonna have some kinda "private meetin" when we all-.."

	Steele and Star both stared, blank faced. The latter with quite the damp fur on his face. In the doorway stood Nikki and Kaltag, Looking even more shocked than they did. All they saw was Star, with his face buried into Steeles crotch, looking up like a pup who ate all the dog treats and hid them in his muzzle, with Steele's swollen red cock leaning up against his muzzle.

	Steele, wide eyed and frozen, looked like he just ate the person who buys the dog treats.

	Kaltag and Nikki stared. They exchanged nervous glances at each other, and in unison backed out the door slowly. "Well.." Kaltag began with a big nervous smile "We'll just let you.. uh... yeah!" Nikki joined in, except his face only showed a bit of fear, confusion, and mild concern. "Yeah.. We'll let youse.. Ya know. Finish your uh.. Talk, there.." 

	The two dogs bolted off out of view as if someone had set their tails on fire leaving Steele and Star to themselves again. Star looked up at his team lead and smirked nervously. "Well. Cat's out of the bag?"

	Steele leaned his head back on the floor with a thud and stared at the ceiling "It's going to be a weird fucking season, Star."


			END? :D