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Mature Audiences ONLY - Balto/Aleu pairing. Yes, it's good-old incest. yay.

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It was a star-filled sky outside that night. A wild snowstorm had subsided for now, leaving the ground white and cold after three straight days of flurried snow. It was a nice change to the scenery, but it was still normal for the west Alaskan town by the sea. Winter had officially arrived to Nome.

The brown and tan hybrid was already fast asleep aboard his grounded wooden boat alone, recalling the events that had occurred over the past few weeks. His thoughts were like flashbacks: seeing a hunter's rifle aimed at his eldest daughter, nearly causing him to go into shock as he went on the defensive for her sake; having to chase after her when she ran away from home, angry about hearing the truth that she, like her siblings and her father, had wolf blood flowing through her veins and that she looked more wild than tame; following a mysterious raven that eventually led him to rescuing his little girl from a massive grizzly bear on the mountains; and eventually giving in and allowing the young yearling to join a wild wolf pack that had prophesized her as 'the one who is wolf and does not know.'

He let out a sigh as he turned over from his left side to his right, still dreaming away with his memories. Although he smiled as he watched his daughter howling with her new friends as they sailed across the icy water, he still felt a tinge of loss. The fact that she was happy now in the place that she was meant to belong was not what troubled him; just the fact that she wasn't near him anymore made him feel really lonesome that night.

He had been thinking about her more after they had said their farewells than anytime prior. Even his dreams were filled with her, in spite of himself.

From the day she was born, he had loved her the most. She was the first born of the sextuplet litter and the only one that clearly resembled her father in both looks and personality. She was much wilder than her siblings from a young age, but it wasn't until a near-death experience that made her understand how different she really was. The daughter had always felt that she was different, but her father seemed to want her to pursue a life that he had wanted: a life with a loving family inside the town of Nome . . . and for over a year, she had believed him.

I guess the fates had other plans for them both.

He let out a sniffle when he imagined that day when he looked upon his daughter with new eyes, seeing the maturing wolf-dog that she was becoming. He was always so protective of her ever since she could first walk; the young father wanted her to be normal like her brothers and sisters were, living normal lives as the sled dogs that they were bred to be, without knowing anything about his half-wolf blood. Both he and his mate knew that the other five would be easily accepted due to their burgundy and white coats, like their purebred dam; however, their eldest would be a problem, for she looked, acted, and even spoke more like a wolf than her own father did, and yet she had no clue she was related to one. The devoted patriarch did his best to conceal her bloodline from her, but things didn't go exactly as planned.

She was always his favorite -- his baby. Her wild actions and dominant personality made her likeable to the others, he thought, but no one ever seemed to notice how much different she was. He always knew though, especially after she turned eight weeks old. Despite the fact that she was the oldest of the litter and that her big blue eyes could melt anyone's heart, no human scooped her into their arms, taking her in as their very own. From then on, he had no other choice but to let her sleep with him in his boat . . . with exception of those bad storms that blanketed the small Alaskan town with snow and bad weather, of course; thankfully, his mate and her mistress allowed the three of them to sleep together in the warmth of the shed in which their daughter was given life. It was nice, but the young father had no choice but to keep his baby safe by having his gander guardian keep watch of her every move whenever he wasn't by her side.

I had to try to protect her from who she was, he had reminded himself. I grew up as a half-wolf and life is never easy when you're teased for something out of your own control . . . I didn't want her to be like me . . . I wanted . . . I wanted . . .

I just wanted her to be at home . . . forever . . .

He sighed deeply. Although he was afraid to admit it to himself, he missed her . . .

He could just picture her in his mind's eye, looking as perfect as the day he first laid eyes on her -- her slanted almond eyes of blue, shining with the golden gleam of her wild ancestors . . . her slightly scruffy coat of light-brown with markings of beige-tan . . . her childish, high-pitched voice that made her truly seem like a naïve pup all the time, even though she was almost two years old . . . her headstrong and independent personality that ended up turning her into a qualified leader . . .

He would do anything to get her back . . . and he would want her to never leave his sights again.

"Papa?"

Even with his eyes closed, he could hear her voice, murmuring softly into his ears.

"Papa?"

He heard it again; this time, he slowly opened his eyes, seeing a blurred image of a light-brown dog in front of him. Once his vision became clearer, he responded to the creature, hoping his hunch was right.

"Aleu? Is that really you?"

The quarter-wolf nodded, leaning her head towards his for a friendly nuzzle against his nose. He couldn't believe what he was seeing -- it was his daughter alright. He could recognize that coat anywhere. Even her scent was the same . . . he had followed it enough when she first ran away, so it was easy for him to pick up.

It can't be . . . this has got to be a dream . . . a dream come true . . . Aleu's returned home . . . She's returned to me . . .

"I love you, Papa," she told him in a whisper as they touched noses.

The hybrid male smiled at the gentle graze of his daughter's nose against his own, almost to the point of blushing. At the moment, he had a feeling that her actions were just her being friendly after missing her father for so long, . . . and he had to admit it, he just loved the familiar scent and touch of his daughter on his fur once more.

However, what happened next made his entire face flush.

"Papa," the daughter asked, still in that soft tone of a hushed whisper. "do you really love me?" She pressed the tip of her nose against his chest and slowly moved it closer, closer to his tail before moving it away and licking him on the flank. "Do you truly love me, Papa?" She repeated in a slow tone; he gulped as the gentle caress made his shoulder fur almost stand on end. "If you really do love me, Papa, . . . prove it." Her eyelids lowered as she faced him, gazing her gold and blue eyes adoringly into his square-shaped pupils of red and black.

She's seems so . . . different right now . . . Is this what the wilderness has done to her?

Meanwhile, the father was indeed infatuated by the female's tempting desires, but he tried his best to calm his hormones. He looked nervously at her with a beet-red face, watching her lift her rear in the air and wave her tail from side to side. He embarrassingly turned away with his nose in the air, trying to keep his cool despite the erotic actions of his eldest daughter and the heated feeling he felt between his hind legs.

Snap out of it - this is your own daughter, Balto! He reminded himself, shaking his head several times to get the naughty thought off his mind. Besides, she's far away on a new piece of land right now. This vision is only a trick that your mind is playing with you!

But there was a part of him that didn't seem to care that this was his own flesh and blood using her youthful wiles to entrap him in a land from which he could never return - somehow, he felt that perhaps this pleasure was exactly what he needed to ease his pain and loneliness . . . regardless of the awkwardness of the situation.

I really shouldn't be doing this . . . especially since this is my own daughter and all . . .

His muzzle lowered back to normal, gazing back at the sight of the light brown-gray. She was looking back at him now, still smiling with a precocious grin of innocence and . . . complete desire. He blushed slightly again, but this time, he was comfortable with the sight.

It's just a dream, perhaps I shouldn't worry about it so much . . .

He began to walk a little forward, sniffing the air which was now filled with an erotic scent of a bitch in heat. His hind legs still felt hot as the smell of his daughter grew stronger in his nostrils. The center spot between his legs was now beginning to get stiff and hard . . .

But . . . I can't seem to stop . . . but why does this feeling feel so . . . . real?

The patriarch looked back into his daughter's hypnotically beautiful eyes and leaned his nose close to her until their wet muzzles touched, tip to tip. "Oh my baby," he murmured back to her, releasing his nose from her own and returning the same gestures that she had done to him only moments prior. Soon their movements moved from soft nose-touching to the extreme groping of their mouths to each other, mixing their tongues and saliva in the process of their lengthy kiss.

As they kissed passionately, the daughter carefully lowered herself to the ground, her father slowly following afterwards, only stopping after he felt his almost hard member graze against her belly.

She tastes so good, he thought as he felt her tongue inside his mouth. It still feels wrong, but it's not enough to satisfy my inner urges . . .

After parting their lips minutes later, he grinned as he began to stand up and walk towards his daughter's hindquarters, where her bushy tail of two-toned mousy-brown and beige guarded her sacred bitch-hood. Surprisingly, she lifted her tail and curled it towards her front, allowing the male to enter without much difficulty.

"Take me, Papa . . ." She lightly flittered as the quarter-wolf as she shifted her slender body into a more comfortable position on the wooden planks below them. "Please . . ."

His face was still bright red as he moved closer to his daughter's hind area, stopping to allow his nose for a quick tickle against her fur and tail-end. He moved gently, trying to please his child's erotic emotions with his calming motions. She responded with a light gasp - her shoulder fur spiked up and her neck arched back as she began to moan quietly in ecstasy.

"Oh, Papa . . ." She whispered between moans of pleasured passion. The hybrid stopped his gestures with his nose and began to lick with his tongue; his saliva lubricated her tail-end, preparing for something he could never take back. "Oh!" Her eyes shot open with her back arched upwards at the sensation. "Ohh . . . Please, Papa . . . don't stop." Her requests were in the form of light panting now, rhythmically in sync with his licking motions. "Ah . . . Ah . . . Ah . . . Ohh . . ." She hissed with gritted teeth, trying her hardest not to release so early.

He, on the other hand, could feel the sudden reactions of his daughter as he was doing this unthinkable act. Her quickening pulse and breathing vibrating against the taste buds on his tongue made him start to feel like he had to explode underneath his hind legs. She couldn't help but squeeze some fluid from her hind end as she whimpered softly, for she felt like she was about to burst like a swollen water balloon. He couldn't help himself as his tongue sensed the liquid and went towards it, lapping it up like a hungry kitten with a plate of milk; the sweet taste of his daughter's secret juices against his tongue made his inner flame start to burn like an untamed wildfire. He was ready for the next stage . . . and there was no turning back now.

He stopped licking and placed his tongue back into his mouth, swallowing and slowly savoring all of the flavors of his eldest child within the walls of his jaws. The female turned her flushed head around, facing her father in a look of surprise.

"Why did you stop?" She asked, still trying to catch her breath.

"Shh-shh," He gently licked her again, causing her to gasp loudly. "Relax your body, Aleu." He placed a forepaw on her lower back, pressing downward gently. "Daddy's going to take good care of you now." The brown daughter did as instructed, lowering her shuttering figure down onto the wooden planks. Once she let out a soft sigh, he smirked as he began to mount her hips with his own.

I can't believe I'm doing this . . . He thought to himself as he felt himself enter his own daughter's secret area. She slightly began to gasp, feeling the pain of having something tight within her body. I hope Jenna doesn't hear about this . . . The father flushed as he felt his shaft graze the wet walls of his child's vagina and heard his little girl pant underneath him. Thank God this is only a dream . . .

"Papa . . . Oh, Papa . . ." She panted as she moaned. Her claws were ejected, taking hold of the wooden planks of the floor. Whenever she wasn't speaking, her teeth were clamped shut, concealing the true pain that she felt coming from her tail-end.

Her eyes suddenly opened wide as she let out a quick cry. Her head began to bobble as she felt this sudden released pain from within her.

"It's in," He was now all the way inside her, but he slowly pulled himself out of his child, seeing a trail of red blood coming out at the same time and covering his genitalia.

"Ah, so your father gets to be your first, huh?" The gray-brown male smirked as he thrust his hips forward, going back into his daughter again. "This will be a moment you'll never forget . . ." He pulled out, then after saying that, he went in harder, only causing her to cry again.

And a moment I can never take back . . .

"Ah!" Tears dripped from her eyes, for the pain she felt was like nothing that had ever happened to her before. "Papa, it hurts . . . ah, it hurts!"

"Hush, daughter," he shushed her with a sharp tone as he continued to thrust deeper and deeper inside. Both of their faces were red like fire, similar to the heated passion that they were making together.

The quarter-wolf continued to cry out with every single thrust inward and let out a soft moan when her father's blood-stained shaft came out. "It hurts . . . but it feels so good . . . Ohh!"

The brown-gray wolf-dog knew that just fucking his daughter would not be enough; he had to satisfy the beast within himself . . . by planting his seed within her. This still doesn't feel like a dream, he thought as he continued to place his stiff member in and out of his daughter's sacred cavern. I can feel her body reacting with my own as I go inside . . . almost as if she were here!

Sure, I wouldn't dare do this to my real daughter . . . but why do I feel so close to her right now?

Is this what I really wanted?

"It's coming, Aleu," he gave her an early warning as he remained thrusting deeper inside her. His shaft was getting warmer as he went back and forth inside his daughter's soft and now well-lubricated crevice. "Oh, it's coming . . ." The more he went in, his face grew to a darker shade of red; truly, he had never felt this way to anyone . . . anyone except his mate, Jenna, who he had given his virginity to in exchange for taking hers. "I can't hold on much longer . . . Ah -"

He had to release the pleasures he had for her . . . right at that moment.

Quickly, he leaned his head forward, using his jaws to clutch her shoulder fur to steady her and himself as he spent himself all inside her bitch-hood. She let out a slight yelp amidst her panting at the sensation taking place in her hind area, but the bite on her shoulder prepared her for the final climax of their consummation. He pressed his eyes tightly as he felt the warm fluid flush from his body and into her own.

"Aahhhhhhh . . . ohhhhhhh . . ." She howled out at first, then it morphed into a soft, ecstatic moan. Her once light-cream cheeks were now flushed with dark pink, her mouth was slightly open as she tried to breathe and regain herself after that sudden feeling of a rush flowed through her. Her eyes had been wide open when it happened, but now her almond-slanted eyes of blue were halfway open, gazing at the one she loved most. "Oh, Papa . . ."

"I still . . . love you, Aleu," he told her as he looked back at the beautiful sight of his daughter from underneath his loins. He was panting out of exhaustion as he finished. "but this . . . this is not . . . where you belong . . . anymore."

"Papa, . . ." the quarter-wolf tilted her head in confusion by the words. She too was panting as she spoke. "I don't . . . understand. I love you . . . and want . . . to be with you . . . forever!"

"That's what I wanted at first too," the hybrid's tone was back to normal as he replied, carefully collapsing on his daughter's back and trying to contain himself before allowing his body to release his child from this sexual bondage. "But you belong with the side of me that I long ago left behind."

"Papa . . ." his daughter sniffled, confused by the words of the one she loved. " . . . but we've done . . . you've placed your . . . You wouldn't have done those things unless you really loved me, right?"

The father didn't answer her. He stepped backwards, pulling his shaft out of his daughter with a small bit of her own fluid trickling from her hindquarters afterwards; she gasped and groaned at the pain of being released from the hold he had on her, but she fell to the ground weakly. The event had emotionally and physically drained her dry.

"Papa . . . why won't you answer me?" she cried to him, gazing at him with large eyes.

"When you were young," the father stood up, beginning to explain his reasons . . . and what he had learned from this fictional experience. "I knew you seemed more in tune with the wolf than I was. I only meant to protect you, and once you ran away, I swore I would search to the ends of the earth to find you and bring you home." He paused, sighing quietly before continuing. "I didn't want you to leave my sights again . . . that's why I was so afraid of telling you the truth of your breeding. I knew you wouldn't get a home, but . . . I felt your home would always be with me . . ." A tear began to trickle down his cheek; he sniffled, trying to stop the tears, but more fell. "I feared for your life in the wild, and I knew how inexperienced you would be with born and bred wolves -- that's why I was willing to leave that morning to go back home with you by me . . . instead of allowing you to make your own decisions with your life." His muzzle was low, ashamed of his previous actions. "But even when I watched you go with the wolf clan and you saw my proud smile of what you were to become, I wondered if I was making a mistake."

"You didn't make a mistake, Papa," she replied, starting to stand up with her strength returning to her muscles.

"Huh?" The father's ears pricked straight up in shock.

"That life -- it was meant for me, not for you," the daughter approached her father, nuzzling him when she paused. "These things happen for a reason, and thanks to your protective nature, I was led to where I truly belong."

The two of them looked into each other's eyes, almost as if that moment on the ice was repeating itself again. She grinned comfortably as her nose parted from his, causing him to slightly smile as well.

"It's natural to still miss me since I am your daughter after all, but you shouldn't let the memory of me and who I am now get you down," the daughter seemed to speak with a sense of maturity . . . it was almost like another being was speaking through her. "You still have a life here at your home . . . and others that love you -- Mom, Uncle Boris, Muk and Luk, my other brothers and sisters -- don't forget them along the way."

The father's smile was wider now that he understood the meaning of this dream. "I'll always love you, Aleu, . . . just as much as your mother and the others." He leaned in for a nuzzle, licking her nose and causing her to giggle playfully. "That one little moment that we shared really helped me realize that I was loving you too much, almost to the point of being obsessive . . . I should be grateful that you are my daughter, returning to our wild roots of the wolves."

The figure of the light gray-brown child began to fade away from in front of him. Despite her father's look of shock, she continued to smile, saying one final word of farewell before her body was gone.

"Never forget me . . . I'll always be your baby, Papa . . ."

He was still asleep as the sun began to rise to the east of his boat home. Not even the soft rays of the warm orange sunrise could awaken the brown-gray wolf-dog as they began to stroke against his back. He was no longer tossing and turning in agitation -- he was happily teary-eyed as a soft smile was on his face and a thin stream of tears streaked down each of his cheeks.

His mind was calm and his dreams now were peaceful as a final thought softly murmured through his head as he let out a soft snore.

I never will, Aleu . . . I never will . . .