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"Unh!" Sylvie whumped her ass against Steele's hips as he went to pound town beneath the open sunset of a snowy back alley. The husky was making good on his word to make her paws curl. He grunted with a mechanical precision to match the quick motor thrust of his hot pepper rocket within her slippery depths.

"Yeah you like that, huh baby? Like tasting a little steel inside you?" he teased lasciviously.

Sylvie gasped as her tight ass wobbled at each hungry pound of his sexual weapon. He could babble in tongues and she would consider it the most sensual poetry. Her moans were low and needy, her grasping slit hungry for the friction to put out the fire in her loins, "Yes! I do Steele, oh I'm your hole! You can dump cum in me over and over, I wouldn't care!"

The husky grasped onto her with his front paws tighter, gripping onto her to keep himself grounded as he thrusted with the urgency of a caulking gun inside a doughnut opening. Every bump of his balls told him he was coming close. He grunted to the female afghan hound, "Hey...getting close..."

"Hah..." she moaned, "Knew my pussy was good enough...for Steele...."

Too good, thought Steele, I only been in it for an hour and I already need to nut.

He swore that dog must have read his mind as her vulva gripped his fleshy root like clam tongue gripping a mate. Sylvie called out to him through a litany of erotic howls and low noises from her throat. She not only encouraged the liquid in his balls to spill out, she demanded it. Hot air plumed in the snowy sky as his balls gave up their last ounce of resistance. He growled, nailing into her cunt hard in one big thrust.

That move must have done for once he did, Sylvie let out a lingering noise from her muzzle, "Oooooooooooooh steeeeeeeeeeele"

A spray of clear fluid burst from her clenching mollusk while his balls responded to her challenge of the ebb with his flow. And a mighty stream of white hot testicle fluid indeed flowed from the tip of his shaft into her inner walls, firing again and again. He growled deeply. What a powerful feeling, to spew inside a prime female right in the middle of an alley. The husky groaned as his jizz spilled over from Sylvie's cunt.

When he disengaged his steaming breeder from her yonic depths, Steele complimented, "Thanks for the good fuck, babe."

"Anything for you," sighed Sylvie dreamily, "You could fuck me in the city square and I'd be the happiest girl in the world."

"I'll consider it," said Steele, "Same time tomorrow?"

"Anything for you Steele~" Sylvie said as she basked in her sexual squalor.

Steele trotted away, smirking to himself. Life was great! Any girl in this town would be happy to raise their ass and invite inside his special little red monster. But there's one special piece of ass that's been on his mind for a long while.

When he finally saw her it was like he answered his own prayers. Standing autumn red, the finest piece of dog ass in this Alaskan town. "Jen. Hey." Already next to her, he pressed his side against hers.

Jenna, polite as always, greeted him albeit in a delayed awkward fashion, "Oh hi Steele! What brings you around here?"

"You mostly," said the husky, "You got anything going on next week?"

This was bait. Steele had no real interest in what she was doing. He knew what her body would be doing. He had been skillful enough to pick up from last year that this was the usual time of year she would go into heat.

Jenna rolled her head to one side, "Nothing, really...I think I might just keep to myself for awhile." "Awww feeling under the weather?" asked Steele.

Jenna replied, "Yeah, I just think I should keep to myself for awhile."

Slippery in his execution, Steele tantalizingly brushed past her as he asked, "How about I drop by for a visit, bring you some....get better goodies, my treat." The treat is my dick, he thought.

"Oh wow that's so nice of you Steele," said Jenna, "Thank you for being so supportive."

"Don't mention it," the husky replied, "You take care of everyone else. It's why you'll be a great mother."

"Oh you remembered!" gasped Jenna.

"How could I not?" asked Steele, "Anyway, take care."

"I will! Thank you Steele!" Jenna called out as the husky slipped away, his sneaky grin just barely ought of sight.

Perfect, he thought. Not only did he set her up for an innocent 'visit' (which he always turned into an occasion for seduction), but he planted in her head the idea of getting knocked up. His sheath twitched at the thought. Jenna was the holy grail of breeding. If anyone should be shown off as his fuck trophy, Jenna was the gold standard.

"If anyone deserves a chance at breeding that bitch," he said to himself out loud, "It's me."

And what could stop him? Everyone lay he's set his eye on has never turned down Steele! They'd have to make a metal harder than Steele, he would say to a lot of asses before plunging in. And that hasn't happened yet.

"Oh hey Steele," a soft, unassuming voice said.

The husky glanced around before he looked below his eye level. Already his impressed meter ran down. It was the half-mutt from the edge of town, the runt. Balto. Steele grunted to him, "What are you doing, runt, showing your face in broad daylight?"

Despite this jab, Balto's steady and calm demeanor didn't change, "I'm just getting something to eat. You won't even have to see me or think about me."

Steele quipped, "Why don't you eat my ass?"

As the half-wolf passed by he eyed the husky, "...oh you might not like that."

Something about the delivery left a chill in Steele's back. But he brushed it away with a scoff, "Freak."

The next day's sun came and so would plenty of ladies, Steele willing. He chuckled to himself. Nothing could flap Steele's confidence, least of all a pathetic pipsqueak like Balto.

"Let's see, I got Sylvie, maybe I can pop off for an early morning fuck with her," he said to himself.

He didn't even have to try with her. He could pop into the same alleyway and she would come trotting along spreading herself like soft butter. Oh how he salivated at the thought already.

She would be waiting for him in the same alley she always waited, predictable Sylvie. Steele called out, tail wagging, "Sylvie, Steele's come by for an early surp--"

As he greeted the open air he felt an odd chill seeing one familiar stranger standing before him. His ears flattened, frowning. Right there, chatting up his easy lay was one mutt freak.

"Balto," he growled to himself.

Somehow either the actual word or just the noise caught wind of Balto for her perked up to see the husky. Sylvie perked up too, but in a shocked and surprised way. She stuttered, as though she was caught with her mouth on a human shoe, "Ste-Steele! I didn't expect you so early!"

"That's why it's called a surprise," said Steele, awaiting an explanation from the afghan hound.

Sylvie shook her head, "Oh me and Balto just ran into each other and started talking! He was just interested to know about you, what you do. Isn't that right, Balto?"

"You spent a lot of time together," said Balto, "I suppose you would say I was just putting a picture together."

"I can say anything, just do it somewhere else," grunted Steele as he possessively got between Sylvie and Balto, "I got stuff to do."

"Am I stuff?" asked Sylvie coyly.

Steele smirked, "You might be." He focused on the wolf-dog, "Now go on, get lost. Unless you wanna watch me do stuff right here."

It looked for a moment that Balto would leave. But that 180 turn went back into a 360 as he faced Steele and said with the most stone-faced expression: "Or I could just do her."

Steel grimaced, "What are you talking about mutt?"

"It's pretty simple," Balto sat before the taller husky, "You're so eager to get to know me, you can watch me do one of your girls right here."

"One of your girls...?" quoted Sylvie, "Steele what does he mean?"

"Nothing he's speaking bullshit," said Steele before focusing on Balto, "That's about the dumbest thing I ever heard out of your mouth. And that's impressive considering every word out of your mouth is dumb as hell."

"And why's that?" Balto was still not phased.

Steele brought his upper lip to a snarl, "Let me hammer it into your thick skull. Sylvie is crazy about me and only me. Right, babe?" he brought a front paw around her.

"Ye-yeah," Sylvie nodded softly.

Balto half circle about the two of them, hovering like a buzzard, "I mean she does seem set on you. Just...."

"You really annoy me with your coy shit," grunted Steele.

The wolf-dog continued, "Just...I don't think Sylvie here should make a choice without seeing the other merchandise!"

"Merchandise?" asked Sylvie, her eyes widened as though she had been put on the spot.

Balto nodded, his grin sympathetic...with a tiny barb of sly, "Yeah! I mean, you surely get an eyeful of the other guy's junk besides Steele right?"

The thought never crossed her mind right till Balto mentioned it. She laughed disarmingly, "It's Steele! Why would I need to?"

The husky smirked. He could count on his most reliable piece of ass to not stray from his own sheath. She gestured to said sheath, "Look at him!"

That made Steele shudder, but he loved the attention anyhow. He joined in, "Yeah runt, bet this must be intimidating for you, being a tootpick prick and all."

Balto looked at it, the same look that he gave before delivering his earlier 'you might not like that'. After clicking his tongue he put simply, "I've seen bigger."

The audacity of this guy! Steele rolled his eyes, "Uh huh. Listen runt, if you were so desperate for a quickie why don't you wait for the extra bagels outside the bakery?"

"Oh I can do that later. Hey Sylvie, wanna see something?" asked the wolf-dog.

She nodded, cynical where this was going. After acknowledging with a wink, Balto began to strain with his paws clawing at the ground. He grunted, panted, and groaned as the transformation began to take place. Steele had a smart remark saved, but he felt baffled by the display right before his eyes.

It looked as though Steele would break into sweat if he were human. Sylvie grunted aloud, "What the hell is this?"

Before any other sarcastic commentary could be placed, there came the loudest slickest plop followed by some kind of sensual heart-beating thrum from where stood.

After turning his head and then quickly removing it away, Steele got more than enough of a good look to tell what it was he was looking at. Down between Balto's hindquarters there rested one literal monster of dogkind, a beast that Steele had yet to fathom how exactly Balto kept tucked away between his legs.

From the sheath onward there jutted five feet of tumescent twitching meat, a cock that seemed to be made of muscle from the sheer willpower it stood erect. Even from a couple feet away Steele could see the crisscross of veins giving throb of their owner's heartbeat. At the very base of his sheath there rested a hammerhead of a knot, its firmness equal to that of titanium, the width enough to be the size of Steele's own head. And the scent, the potent sex-stench that wafted off his entire body and wormed into the nostrils of anyone in Balto's vicinity.It was a heavy musky of unwashed desire that felt heavy in the nose, a scent that refused to let go of the very memory.

Sylvie's mind certainly couldn't let go of it herself, the sight kept her sight frozen on spot. From the way she let out a long stuttering moan, her brain wasn't the only thing being shaken. Steele started to frown, "You're not seriously considering him!"

"Haaaaah-haaaaaaaaaah...." gasped Sylvie, the ability to make words itself shorted out in her own lust- addled brain. The presence of the wolf-dog's cock itself seemed to be like an event horizon of lust, impossible to escape from.

"Come on, his dick's not that impressive..." lied Steele, "He's still a runt. Now come on, you want some real steel."

Steele himself plumped to full hardness (not because of that runt, he lied to himself). While the husky cock got the job done, it was average, nothing at all to write home about. Compared to Balto's cock? It looked like a small wiener. Sylvie looked between the average cock that seemed adequate all this time and this new meat that could truly rock her world. She attempted a facade of politeness....attempted, "But Steele...look at him! You wouldn't want to try? He's just so much...better!"

"Are you out of your mind?!" growled Steele, "Come on let's get out of here!"

"Hold on now," interceded Balto with a subtly seductive gesture, "I think the lady's made her choice. Is that right?"

The afghan hound responded in kind by sinking to the ground and raising her hindquarters to Balto's view, showing off her puffy-lipped vent. "Come on wreck me, big man!"

"I'll take that as a yes," said Balto with a wag of his tail. He trotted over,moving to take position over that ass.

Steele growled, "Whatever, she'll see that only one dick will satisfy her, mine."

"If you want to stay and watch, that's fine," shrugged Balto, his spear-like tip kissing against Sylvie's gateway.

Sylvie giggled, shimmying her hips, "Ooh hooo! Even your cock'ssuch a gentleman!" "You flatter me," said Balto, wrapping his front legs over her,"Brace yourself."

Now began the work of his tip pushing past her tight opening. That was the easy part, evidenced by the easy-going sigh from the afghan hound. But as inches grew into a foot, that cunt hole got tighter, as her vocalizations got lower and longer.

Steele grimaced, watching his favorite booty getting stretched by a monstrous appendage. Two feet in and Sylvie had squeezed her eyes shut tight while tears poured from her privates.

"You good?" asked Balto as he halted his womb descent.

Sylvie responded in great earnest, "Sooooooooooo gooooooood!!!"

It sounded like an acolyte being initiated to a strange new mystery. Steele was now scraping at the floor, brewing with a sizzling jealousy. Now three feet. Her belly seemed gestating with the insertion of the very wolf-dog's dick.

Four feet! How did Balto fit so much in one woman without either of them passing out?!

But Sylvie only continued to moan in long crooning stretches as her cunt got puled open by the circumference of his cock. Five feet! The afghan hound cried in vowels as she finally got right down to the base.

Balto glanced over his shoulder, his grin the peak of self-enjoyment, "Hey Steele, you still here?" "She's mine," huffed the husky.

"I think she's her own person," Balto let his cock flex, lighting up Sylvie's massively sensitive labial nerves from her stretching, "And from the sound of it, her person wants to be with my person."

Steele growled, like the dog somehow got his balls in a vice. Balto hadn't even gotten to the real action and Steele felt like he fell into a serious case of blue balls. His cock strained with sexual frustration watching such a virile trunk plum the girl's depths. Steele lied to himself. She'd have to get tired, even a loose ass like Sylvie. Her loyalty would win out over his massive dick!

"Yeah alright I'm sure it's been fun Sylvie, but you must be hungry for some real Steele, huh?" the husky intruded on the distracted afghan hound.

A lot of good verbal persuasion would do now. Sylvie had her eyes bugging out, her voice going hoarse from the nonstop vocalizations. She could only focus on the pleasant tingling that bordered on singing her nethers. Her only answer came in the form of an "Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa."

"Damnit Sylvie," grunted Steele.

"Are you really gonna stay here?" asked Balto. The husky replied, "That intimidate you?"

"Not really," he teased Sylvie with a titanic cock twitch again.

"Watch she'll be wanting seconds and I'm gonna be the husky that will give it to her," growled Steele. "Okay," said Balto before focusing his attention on Sylvie, "You ready for the real deal babe?" "Uaaaaaaaaaaaah...mmmhmmmmmmmm...." she consented through moans.

Balto chuckled, "Great. Your pussy's too good to just leave my cock docked."

On those terms, Balto went ahead to pull back his resting cock, inch by sexually intense inch. Only until he got the very tip halfway between her pussy, showing off the sexual sheen by which his slick crimson cock shined, he threw his hips forward. The force of his manhood slamming in looked like the force of a missile firing into a building only a few feet away. The sexual explosion was just as big.

Sylvie howled, wailed in pleasure. Her ass jiggled and shook with great violent force. Juices spilled over from her cunt, soaking the stone road and melting the snow beneath them. Balto chuckled with sexual satisfaction before repeating the same process: a long teasing haul coming before a colossal thrust between her vaginal lips. Sylvie experienced this awesome pleasure each time again and again. Her loud throaty yells began to sound like some demented bird experiencing too air all at once.

Right next to them, a blue-balled husky now watched and sulked in quiet. He didn't get that kind of result from Sylvie. Those kinds of noises he never came out of her muzzle until this chance mating. Steele was frozen, trapped by a growing unease with the difference in sexual potency between him and Balto. If he had the will, he would have shoved that wolf-dog off his personal cum depository. But now that Balto had gone to work, taking back where he stood with the afghan hound was less possible. Now he could only conjure up plans where he slipped in between his spells of sexual exhaustion and sleep his way back to top.

But these were fantasy. Right now, Sylvie's cunt was an ocean floor being plumbed by Balto's extensive drill. He fucked without pause or mercy. He continued bucking into her cunt with heavy wet noises, sending a splattering of sexual juices about the ground in messy patterns. For Sylvie it felt like all her muscle energy went into her pussy, gripping about that monstrous cock in the way a weightlifter gripped a one ton weight. Everything else was limp, subject to the orgasmic fire from her loins.

Balto gave little signs of overwhelming effort, only pants and the occasional grunt. But then he gave a warning, "Fuck baby, I'm getting close. Let me knock you up."

'Knock you up' that phrase hit Steele like a concrete ball against his head. He'd go that far? Knock up his easy access ass? He dragged his claws against the ground in lingering white marks.

But Sylvie's response shocked him to the core. Among her primal sexual wailing she formed words among the nonsense, "Yeah! YEAH! GIVE ME PUPS!"

Steele's knees weakened. Balto Would go that far. A smattering of wet slapping noises, flesh against flesh, made for background music as Balto groaned, "Then time to deliver some Balto batter to those eggs."

That was his only warning before the wolf-dog battered his knot and ultimately shoved its whole circumference past the slippery gates in one moist "Schlpppop". Sylvie bayed at the sky, tearing as her ass, her womb sang to the rest of her nerves in a choir of ecstasy.

Balto kept it in place, his twitch visible from the dramatic bulge in Sylvie's belly. A muscular tug of his balls and the dog began to let loose the flood within his testes. Steaming genetic milk fired past the tip of his red rocket, down the pink tunnel of her canal, firing into the deep reaches of her willing womb where the material would get fertilized with Balto's essence.

But that wasn't all. The spurting continued, punctuated each time by Sylvie'sgasps, Her belly grew not twice the size or four times, but six times the size, growing past the width of her hips. This entire bulge was all his cum, far beyond what Steele gave with all their sexual encounters combined.

Balto huffed deeply from his nose, his body shivering through his post orgasmic bliss. Only after one moment of basking did he finally yank his still erect massive root from the containing womb. That moment of his cock exiting looked like a log unleashing a flood from the mouth of the cave, a veritable flood unleashed from her gaping cunt. By thesnow, how gaped it was. What was once a tight pussy was now only serviceable to monsters and titans like Balto's dick.

"All yours now," Balto said as to rub salt on the wound.

Steele grunted, shaking his head from the sudden verbal intrusion, "Wait what?"

"You wanted her, right? Go ahead," Balto's cock made the air around hot with masculine pungent potency.

Before Steele laid a former fuck buddy now turned genetic incubator for his rival. She was full of cum and already he could see that testicle yogurt churn and squelch inside her. She was used, beyond used: she was turned into a toy tailor made for Balto.

Steele tried to play it cool, "No...she's not really what I'm into anymore."

"Is that why you watched the whole time?" asked Balto. From the way the wolf-dog eyed the husky, he easily saw the hardon still throbbing painfully between the husky'slegs.

"Ohhhh..." senses were returning to Sylvie, "I think I'm pregnant..."

At this very point Steele decided he saw enough, "I gotta get out of here."

"Well okay," Balto bared no hostility to the husky, "Was nice seeing you seeing me."

As Steele ran along. He considered rubbing one out--no! He wouldn't stoop so low as to rub one after one rejection!

Still...as he paused to think back...the musky scent invaded his mind, triggering those memories again. Him watching that cock stretch out such a lovely cunt before his very eyes....jizz overloading a woman he liked with sounds he never heard before...erotic memories dancing across his mind so strongly, his cock began to throb in sympathy.

"Huh...nnn....nnn....ngh!!!" It was too much reminiscing. His tool pumped a chumpload onto the cobblestones. He growled at his failure. Pathetic. He had to get back his confidence before Balto somehow swooped in and took his Jenna prize.

"Hey I thought I heard a familiar jizz hitting the floor," a voice called out.

Steele brought his senses forward. He softened his hard posture just a smidgen. Those three: Nikki, Kaltag, and Star. They were fools, wretches even, but they weren't so swayed by cock. They eagerly kissed the ground he walked on, no matter how jizz-spattered.

"Having some uh....alone time?" asked the youngest, Star.

Steele scoffed, "The opposite, actually. Just getting my second wind, if you know what I mean." "Actually...uh," the eye-patterned Kaltag said, "I don't."

"I'm building stamina, idiot," the husky grunted.

The three nodded, giving an 'ohhhhh' in understanding.

"Yeah you oughta do it faster," added Star, "Word is Balto's swooping in on your...uh...booty turf." "Trust me," Steele said with a snarl, "I know."

"Then you know he's going after--" Steele swatted Kaltag's face with his tail. Steele replied, "I know."

"You're not intimidated?" the three asked.

"Why would I?" Steele again tried putting up his brave front, "It's not like he has anything on me." "That's not what we heard!" said Star.

"Yeah!" Nikki added, "Girls say he's such a beast he's too much for anyone! I bet he could lay a horse if he wanted."

Steele grimaced, "You're my wingmen, not his."

"Just layin' the facts," Nikki grinned weakly.

"Course," Star added, "He don't have the lovemakin' skills you have, not at all."

The trio of sycophants nodded among themselves in a babble of agreement. Steele had already turned tail and left. As he was within what the three thought was out of earshot, Steele heard them talk to each other.

"No offense but boss is kind of a peashooter compared to Balto, huh?" said Kaltag. "His dick is as big as his body!" added Nikki.

Star agreed, "Yeah boss doesn't have a chance with another ass again."

The husky bared his teeth. Any other occasion would warrant him ripping into the trio like fresh veal, but not today. His heart wasn't in it. That scent, his humiliating spurt, all those weighed on the husky's mind.

Damn this was really ruining his Jenna buzz, Steele thought. At this rate, Balto will get in the way just by thinking about it.

"Maybe that one husky....what was her name? Dusty, yeah..." he mused aloud to himself, "She must be desperate for anybody who isn't those two assholes hanging around her. Bet I could get an easy fuck out of her."

So began his search for the husky by the name of Dusty. The slightly bigger and chunkier husky certainly had more unique attractive qualities for a husky. In Steele's logic, he just had to get laid with one nice set of legs, maybe breed them, and he'll easily reassert his dominance over Balto. Literally in his mind he picture nutting in a fine female and Balto disappearing into dust. Such thoughts brought a chuckle to him.

Dusty would be waiting on the edge of town, towards where the shipyards waited. She either hung out with those two idiots Kirby and Ralph or was off alone with herself acting like she had something better to do.

"Today she does have something better to do--me," Steele quipped to himself.

Sniffing out any traces of huskies he followed his nose to a docked boat where the familiar smell laid about. But a new, much stronger smell hit his snout just as hard--a pungent, sex-drenched scent.

"Oh shit," Steele groaned to himself.

He lied to himself again. No way Balto was that fast or had that much stamina. He bolted to where the smell was coming from.

Steele had his veins run as chilled as the nearby ocean. He knew very well what those sounds and scents meant. He wanted to deny it. He reasoned to himself, "If I turn around and come back, I'm sure I'll clear this shit's that been clogging up my nose."

Doing just that, when he returned, Steele found the same senses there strong as ever. He frowned, taking a bold step towards the crates where they were originating from. Pushing his head from around the corner, he shouted, "Dusty!"

Why? He thought his mere presence would disturb the husky to full attention. He got attention, alright

--just not the kind of attention he wanted. Balto perked his head, "Well if it isn't Steele. What's going on?"

Despite his casual tone, Balto was going all in. Right in front of Steele's face were two sets of legs, one raising their ass to to the other. Somehow Steele came right at the moment Balto's iron-tipped sword was about to plunge into the brown husky's pink scabbard.

"Just...came to see Dusty," said Steele in the most dumbfounded tone.

The wolf-dog's five footer rudely dove into her cunt's depths, making the bigger husky gal screech from pleasure. Balto quipped, back, "Well if you wait a minute you can see me cum in her."

Even with Steele there, Balto wasted no time going at it, as though he waited for the black husky to get there. Balto's menacing lance did good work excavating Dusty's tight wet cave. The sloshing of sexual juices devastatingly loud as Balto's titanic girth rutted into Dusty's already gaping pussy. It must have gotten a few good thrusts in for the husky's vuvla had puffed up like a fruit pie, red organic and throbbing.

"Ffffffffffuck!!!" groaned the husky, her meaty legs and cheeks wobbling with each dramatic slap. Steele grunted, "Where's those other two idiots she hangs around with?"

"Kirby and Ralph?" Balto asked with no slowing down, "Oh they saw what we were getting up to and they couldn't handle it."

Whether or not it Balto intended it as a challenge, Steele took it exactly as a challenge. The husky snorted, "I'm built different. I'm staying till I get some action."

"Suit yourself just...if you could concentrate more quietly?" the wolf-dog asked politely.

Out of defiance, Steele camped down right in front of where the action took place. This didn't turn into such a good idea Balto's heavy nuts started to slap into his face. BAM. Once hurt enough, two times and he started to see stars.

He splayed out, all dizzy and tired as he witnessed the duo's noisy wet rutting. Balto fucked with precision, even as his thick partner's cunt and belly reached their limit. Dusty didn't seem to mind too much, as she voiced with each hard grip of her cunt, "Ooooh you're driving my pussy crazy!"

"If you think that's crazy," quipped Balto, "You'll love it when I fill you with pups." She stuttered, "Fu-fuck! Don't tease!"

Steele weakly objected, still woozy, "No...don't...."

Balto gripped with his front legs with true horny ferocity, "Hmmm too late babe!"

The tug of his fleshy iron weights were powerful enough to lift a boat from the sea. With a hefty stab into Dusty's cavern, his balls squeezed themselves before releasing the batter mix kept hidden with in their sexual organs. The female husky shuddered, whimpering at the feeling of a hot delivery to her cunt, each squirt emphasized by her grunts like a chorus announcing a hero. Steele's eyes were cemented to the juncture where their privates met, the glurp of his massive tube feeding spurt after spurt down the husky dame's entrance was highlighted by a steady expansion of her belly each time. Semen fired from the tight crevices of her cunt, making spray patterns across the ground and over Steele's face.

At the end of their mating, Dusty had a cum-bloated belly that reached from her ribs to the very ground where she stood. Even when she removed herself off the red fleshy stalagmite, her belly had enough cum to make her drag herself like a sexually satisfied slug.

His muzzle bearing now the visible mark of Balto's virility, Steele shot up at least, though his head still swayed only a little amount. The wooziness was now less from the impact of Balto's demolition set, now from the overwhelming scent, the atmosphere-heavy muskiness that diluted his brain. Even when he spent himself in another orgasm, Steele's nose and brain drowned in the river of Balto's conquest.

Swaying, Steele grumbled to Dusty, "Get....get...ready....you got a real husky who's gonna cum in you!"

Dusty's belly waved with gooey moist slapping noises while the black husky tried to probe into that hangar-wide pussy before him. Steele's cock wouldn't even make a draft in her cunt anymore. Dusty laughed, "Wow you really turned into a one pump chump!"

What the hell was he hearing?! Steele's ears twitched with shock and anger. He said to her, "What are you on."

"I can feel hiss little Baltos swimming inside my belly," Dusty moaned in an orgasmic prayer, "They'll make me a mother I know it."

Steele felt a strange clenching feeling in his belly. Part shock, part arousal. But the male husky couldn't let anyone know that. He had to give off the illusion of being a pissed off tough guy, "That's bullshit!

There's no way--you can't!"

Already Steele fumbled. The entire time he watched their sloppy mating, his own pitiful erection had flopped out. Balto only wordlessly smirked.

Dusty was far more verbal, "Wow Steele, I thought you had standards, but I guess not."

Steele however felt the familiar throb between his legs as he stared down her wide-open slit, now filled with wolf-dog cream. The viscous cum slowly drooped from her hotbox as she stood in the afterglow. For Steele, that and the scent had started to get to his head--heads. That wolf-dog's musk had a way of working over his libido. Desperately he tried to will his cock to think of other things, but the sad throb and twitch told him it had other plans.

Now his mind raced as his scrote clenched, squeezing a hot shot down his missile silo. "Nnnngh fuck!!"

He spewed cum across the ground inches in front of Dusty.

The female husky laughed, "Oh my god! You really are a pervert!"

Steele growled, cowed once again. He tried another time to regain his virile image he built up with most the women he knew "Now hold on give me a minute and we can go."

Dusty merely laughed at the sad proposition. Steele didn't want to be the one to leave, but the way Balto let that thing of his air out, he began to get annoyed. It truly was a monster, that gargantuan beast that would intimidate even a horse. Even when he didn't fuck, Balto sprayed a good helping of pre cross the ground, gifting Steele's nose with that powerful scent. That scent, that musk of lovemaking mixed of precum and cunt, itself the scent felt like a slap across Steele's face. Would he even dare say he was feeling...intimidated?

Without even the dignity of making the couple leave first, he grubled a low, "I guess I gotta go..."

But how could this be? How could this runt breed two of his choice asses and leave him feeling so weak, both in the brain and balls?

Steele ran without a second thought to where he was going until a voice brought him back. "Oh it's Steele." it was Sylvie.

The husky skidded to a halt. He must have wandered halfway across town, like in a dream. Part of Steele hoped this whole stretch of time had been one long nightmare. He hoped seeing a bit of reality would wake him up. The husky sighed, "Your pussy must be aching for a round two, huh?" Even his pickup lines were coming off as awkward. He said as he compensated with a casual nuzzle, "I know it's late but maybe you wanna slip off for...another round?"

"Steele." her tone was more a scold than a slutty dog looking for a good creaming, "Did you forget everything?"

Steele tried to play his charm once more, "I'm willing to learn with you if that helps."

"Look at my belly," she commanded. Steele did actually take a moment to glance down, seeing the erotic remains of his rival now sloshing inside her belly, "I'm pregnant."

It sounded just as ridiculous as when he first heard it, "Pregnant?! Bullshit."

"Look at me Steele," she demanded. And the husky looked, at least he put effort to make it look like he was. Her bump definitely didn't look like just a cum-bag, but a fully-formed bulge full of kicking life. Steele felt true horror. Sylvie was just the opposite, "Oh I can feel how strong they'll be. They'll do mama proud."

"You're nuts. You're all nuts!" Steele yelled as he fled once again. Was this what he had to look forward to? Balto knocking up the apple of his eye, Jenna?--no, he had to banish that nightmarish daydream.

"New plan," he said to himself, "Just jerk off alone!"

Yes, that was the low for Steele. He wanted only to find a place to paw off in complete safety alone from Balto, hidden from the wolf-dog's inexplicable charisma. He figured this way he could build stamina for the main event with Jenna. Just steal her away right at the crack of dawn on her heat day...

As Steele anxiously flexed his sheath, the memories of Balto's conquests hovered over him like a ghost. Now he really had to paw off! Damn that Balto, he mentally cursed to himself.

He really had to hold his stamina in right until he got to the utmost private place he could imagine, the one hidden spot that Balto would never think of coming over for a fling: horse stables. Sure, he had the company of some big horse asses, but for Steele it would do. He found the perfect stable soon enough: clean, small, and away from any prying eyes.

He sighed as he rolled over to bring his muzzle right where to his crying erection laid in wait. He groaned, "I ain't proud of this."

This is what he had been reduced to: raising his leg and bringing his muzzle to his own cock. He let his tongue swirl about and lap at his cock pathetically. Tried hard as he could to fantasize him and Jenna, Balto intruded in the daydream. He tried pushing the wolf-dog out of the fantasy, only focusing on him laying good pipe to the red canine. But it was no use, Balto's massive love trunk would not leave his mind.

Fantasies crept back into his brain, thoughts of Balto's twin babymakers slapping against Jenna's rump while sending the loudest bursts of noise from impact. It felt so vivid, it made his cock throb against the slurp and lick of his own tongue. He knew he had a wild imagination, but this was getting dumb.

"Fucking Balto..." he grunted pathetically as he masturbated in a dingy horse's stable. It was his fault he had to jack off alone. But maybe his frustration with Balto kept him from turning into a one-pump- chump. Or so he thought. Eventually that tingle of climactic tension tickled in his testicles, forcing him to lay off the onanism for awhile.

"I swear that dumb mutt's in my head I can hear him fucking in here," he grumbled to himself.

Like a shocking echo, a wet bunch of slurps and whinnies could be heard within the stables. Over time it grew to sound like a sexual ruckus. Steele's ears perked, disturbed by what that could suggest. And then...the scent...that very same scent that worked over his dick so many times. It was as though Balto had ghost hands playing with his dick every time!

From the safety of his stable, Steele found his terribly sexual daydreams had leaked out into the real world. But not even his unwanted fantasies could prepare for him what slammed into his vision. There stood Balto on a stack of hay, right before a black mare. But they weren't exchanging words. Balto was using his tongue, he went to work with his tongue right on the horse's fat slick canyon. That pussy was big enough to fit both his and Balto's muzzles in for what a regular horse would consider "adequate" penetration. But for Balto his sloppy yet flourishing tonguework won a range of whinnies and moans from his equine partner. The muscular taught horse backside bounced and jiggled, adding thunderous claps to the obscene moist symphony.

Balto's attention was hard to avoid. Even when tonguing a fat horse puss, he kept that nonchalant attitude, "Weird meeting you again, Steele."

"You know that's a fucking horse." Steele replied.

Balto added, "Correction: I am fucking a horse. Or was."

The husky looked offended, "Figured you for a freak with no decency."

Balto grinned, shaking his head, "Didn't see anyone else objecting. When I told your friends...what were their names...Kaltag and the others, they bugged me to see them later." He punctuated with a flippant lick to the horse cunt, "Who knows? I just might."

"You're--" Steele had a mess of insults to throw out: runt, asshole, pervert, but all that would come out was the dripping pre from his cock tip. Even with the couple's loud oral his precum felt to resound loud enough when Balto kept his attention on Steele.

The wolf-dog said to Steele, "Well you're already firing to go, so why not just relax and watch me at work?"

As though by his own will, the wolf-dog's sheath unreeled his titanic mast like a column dropping from the heavens. Balto spoke to the horse, "Well looks like you're wet enough. Let's give you something that will really make you squirt."

That throbbing beast of his staff by presence alone made the horse shimmy and clop her hooves with anticipation. His paws on the small of her back, he let his massive tool land between her ass crevice with a wet slap. Next, like a chef garnishing his meat before heading to the oven, he rubbed that already soaking erection against her back, the music of full-nostril huffs and grunts his reward.

Steele again felt like a prisoner of Balto's. Only this time, he was sure the wolf-dog was fully intent on fucking with his mind, dare he say his soul.

His cock thrummed desperately as Balto ceased his dry humping. Now he aimed his spear tip at the winking fleshy gates. The precum dripping icicle kissed at the meeting between her nether lips. The horse gave an electrified whinny, begging for more. The wolf-dog chuckled lightly as he slid his cock inside. The deeper that tree trunk dick went, the more Steele could see Balto's cock was a lot even for a mare several times his size. The circumference alone tested the strength of her muscular labia. Each slippery grind and bump sounded like a wet exercise for the mare's cunt, her vaginal muscles visibly massaging around the superstructure docking with her.

Steele marveled at the audacity the wolf-dog had, the sheer fortitude. Even with his his size the mutt's monster schlong was getting the work done. The horse whipped her tail in the air, kicking her hooves against the ground. Even for a horse, five feet of cock could be felt for a horse.

Balto panted, "Damn baby, you gotta be the second best pussy I've tasted." Without missing a beat he threw a bone of attention Steele's way, "Enjoying the show?"

"Shut up and just finish," growled Steele.

"Guess we're both pervs--hoooo," for Balto this hot box was the slickest velvet slide, a quivering muscle sucking him like a welcoming mouth. In turn Balto flexed his titan's cock, giving the horse a bit more workout for her innards as he inched each foot inside the welcoming depths of her womb.

Togetherthey shared a mixture of grunts, flexes, and dripping juices. From Steele's vantage point, he got a good side view of a vein-latticed monster sitting atop a bowling-ball sized knot. Steele kept his breath quiet as he seethed between his teeth.

Balto didn't seem to care, even if he noticed. He got a thrill pumping that last foot down to his intimidating knot, letting it throb against the mare's equally throbbing cunt. From where his front paws where perched, he saw that his cock made a perfect mountain out of her belly. That sight proved just as shocking to Steele: that Balto could make a mare bulge with his size. Nikki was right, the husky mentally cursed to himself.

But that wasn't the end of Balto and the horse's coupling. Now that Balto got a perfect fit within her cunt, it was an excellent time to test the mettle of that horse pussy, a vagina which no doubt had her share of males of her own species. But Balto was no mere horse. Balto was a slick, torturous small- human tall cock pulling out of that muscular marehood.

The equine huffed from her powerful nostrils with more force this time. Her ass bucked slightly with each foot he got closer to pulling out. From the intensity of his length and girth, Steele saw the spelunking work Balto's cock did on such a horse.

Now with his cock halfway out, the bulge now only a bump, Balto gave the horse a moment to enjoy this half-fucked state. But only for a moment. Once that mere second passed, Balto plunged in with the force equal to most experienced breeding studs. The horse's mane billowed flag-like in a storm, braying with the intensity of the sexual plunge delved into her womb.

Steele gasped as he felt some wet droplets hit his face. On closer look he saw the horse had indeed squirted her cunt juices. A spray pattern surrounded the mare, some stray drops smacking Steele in the face. The husky's bone throbbed with greater intensity. Watching was some kind of torture for the husky. An envy snaked down into his bones, ached at his boner. He wished he was that big-dicked mutt right now, giving the kind of head that could only be imagined in legend.

But he stuck, forced to witness Balto live out the kind of sex life he had a few days ago, but better. Steele really had to paw off or lick himself, but it would mean bringing Balto's attention on himself. He couldn't have that kind of humiliation already.

The wolf-dog jack-hammered with every muscle in his hips, grunting under the strain as the horse beneath him clenched and whined. The speed his cock thrusted back and forth started to make his organ look like a red hot blur. The squelching of their erotic coupling almost drowned out any other animal noises. But from what Steele could pick up, the other horses in neighboring stalls looked on, offering neighs of congratulations. All that attention, as Balto masterfully gave this black mare's cave a workout. His cannonball-heavy sperm sacks whapped heavily against her ass, enough to send a burst of air to send hay flying.

Despite Balto's body size, his mighty redwood looked like it bore down on the mare's stamina, easing a waterfall of female climax juices after another. Balto grunted, "Alright my delicious walking cunt, I think you're ready for what's next."

There was a neigh of curiosity, but that was all they got from Balto. In a heavy shove of his hips, the knot that was as almost as wide as the mare's ass made its entrance. The bulbous dick knob struggled at the entrance, testing the mettle of her fleshy gate. The horse began to buck her front hooves, neighing loud enough to shake the walls of her stable. But Balto held on, his two foot thick knot shimmying until he slipped the nasty locking mechanism inside with a satisfying pop. The pop sent a huge cascade of precum and pussy juice, it gave the floors and walls around them a fesh paint of darker musk.

Steele gasped as he got doused in a spray of sexual fluids, leaving him dripping wet and stinking of Balto's massive schlong. He growled at Balto, "Fuck, you dumb mutt!!!"

For once Balto didn't have the proper words. He only had the brain power to pass Steele the biggest shit-eating grin as he continued to ride the horse. In this case, it meant literally riding the horse as he gripped onto the horse's backside with all fours as his mare fuck buddy bounced within the confines of her stable. With how much force she bucked and bounced, firmly aware of the searing pleasure stick stretching out her cunt to a new ecstasy, it was a miracle the wolf-dog didn't get tossed aside. But the same mixed breed who had the audacity to fuck a horse gripped on like a chain.

His knot shimmied within the mare's hotbox, letting the lips throb and stretch around it. For the horse it throbbed into a pleasing agony, an ecstasy that brought quivers from their vulva to their entire lower body. Climax rolled one after the other in her body, womanhood sucking at his womb-stuffer.

Balto grinned like all the blood had gone out of his brain. He had gone near-delirious with pleasure. With this horse, he felt he could go at it for hours. But with Steele right there and this horse in the prime of her pleasure, he wanted to show off a real climax.

His scrote batted against her backside with a mighty whump, the pronounced veins in his sack already throbbing and churning. Even from his vantage point Steele could tell what was going to happen. Balto huffed, panting wildly as his sperm handbag pull up to fire down his main cannon. In one single shot, the horse's belly got a noticeable bump. Another loud glurp and her belly grew double that. The horses around them chattered among themselves.

The mare brayed, her belly growing at an alarming rate with the amount of cum injected from his monster schlong. The sloshing womb package grew so big it now almost reached the floor. By his final spurt, the walls around them got a good splattering of white sexual paint.

Balto blew out a relieved breath of air, "Wheeeeew. Horses really got something going for them." As he casually spoke, he pulled out his still-hard knot, making the horse blurt out a surprised whinnies. For good reason, the act stretched out her pussy even further, a stream of cum splattering on the ground.

Balto continued casually with no real notice, "But I'll stick with the dogs. Thanks for the fuck, cutie."

Steele had barely started to dry off and was ready to walk away when he felt someone trailing him. Over his shoulder he saw: Balto. The wolf-dog didn't have the kind of menace he would if their tables were switched, so why did he feel intimidated?

"Hey there Steele," Balto greeted cheerfully, his freighter-sized boner still out.

Steele tried to act like he hadn't noticed, or the fact he wanted to jerk off really bad bothered him, "What do you want, mutt?"

"You enjoyed the show?" asked the wolf-dog.

Steele grumbled, "Why do I care? I just ran into you two, glad you had fun. I gotta go." "Yeah we had fun," Balto trotted alongside the husky, "But it looks like you didn't." "No." grunted the husky, "I didn't."

"Looks like you're pretty pent up," the hybrid pointed out.

Steele went on the defensive, "Is there a reason you're so interested in my sex life?"

Balto got that smile, the kind of smile that read as 'I got you now', "Just the opposite, my friend, it looks like you're interested in my sex life. Everywhere I go for a little fun I turn around and Steele is there. Not only that, you can't seem to help yourself. I'm not shaming you or anything but..."

"Out with it," the husky gave an annoyed growl.

That was the sentence that trapped Steele in the proverbial corner. With no time to spare, Balto mounted the taller husky. Balto nuzzled into the nape of Steele's neck, an act that sent Steele's fur to electrify on edge.

Steele huffed, "What the hell do you think you're doing?"

Something burning, something slimy gently batted against Steele's cheeks. He didn't even need to get to two and two to figure out this sexual equation. Steele's ass clenched on instinct, though his cheeks could barely contain the width of the monster resting against him.

Balto spoke as he sawed his cock against the husky's ass, "Giving you the relief you've been begging for."

"I don't need it from--" Another hump, another slick hot dogging from the tree trunk-sized girth against his ass and he felt himself pant from the heat. He began to get weak in the knees, the musk now surrounding his body like a cloud of musk. How did Balto's partners not instantly pass out from the extreme dick game?

But that leaky tip pressed at the hot button between his cheeks. Steele thought he was gonna say don't but what came out of his mouth instead was, "Do it. I can take you!"

"If you insist," said Balto.

On that prompt Steele felt not just his tight hole get widened, but his whole being. It was as if that one thrust stretched out his awareness centered around his ass. His whole existence was just his ass, clenching and expanding outward from the intrusion of this scorching invader inside. Every twitch in his hole sent a spark running from the nerves in his anal cavity to his prostate to his loins. It was a pulse telling him to climax. The feeling intensified when he felt how full his belly was, stretched just as much as his anus. He wanted to hold onto it, feel the cock sawing inside him in and out.

Steele gasped, "Fuck...too much...."

"No shame, Steele," Balto said, his dong wearing down the poor husky's will, "If you want to cum, cum."

The word's 'cum' was a command to his nethers. Steele's already razor-thin will had snapped, the twinge in his pathetic cock now flexed as he cried like a pathetic pup. A dribble of cum splattered the floor below them. That puddle was nowhere near Balto's output.

Speaking of Balto, he pounded with greater force once Steele ejaculated. The wolf-dog commented, "Nice. But we're not done yet."

"But I got off!" whined Steele before he felt a suspicious stillness in his guts. A second later, a twitch before the warmest flood of sticky dick pudding began to pour inside him. And when it poured, it really poured. Steele made whoreish groans as his belly overloaded with Balto's cream, "Gnnnh...."

A hard tug began to pull at Steele's ass. Steele objected, "Wait don't--"

Too late for Steele, the knot came loose with a slick wet pop, releasing a fountain of cum from his spread-out hole. The ruined husky seethed as he leaked, "Gnnnnh...."

"Ahhh...good fuck. Thanks a bunch Steele, I'll see you real soon," Balto said with a wink.

Steele collapsed asleep, belly jiggling with Balto's genetic potion and barely feeling anything in the ass. Only with the morning dew dropping on his head did thinking return. What did Balto mean by see you soon...?

Then Steele attempted to call to Balto, "Wait how long..." The answer came to him.

"A week," he mumbled to himself. That made his tail stand on end. A week?! How could it be a week already?!

Panicked, Steele wobbled with a hole full of jizz spraying out his ass. It had already been a week,

Jenna's heat was here! That wink...it meant...

"Balto," Steele groaned to himself. She would be somewhere on the edge of town by the wilderness. True to his memory, she was. Steele started, still woozy from sex, "Jennaaa....hey...."

"Steele?" the red dog perked her ears. "What are you doing? What...what's that coming out of you?"

"Huh?" Steele looked down. He left a trail of cum from the horse stables all the way to the edge of town, "Yeah. It's nothing."

"Why do you smell like Balto?" she asked.

Steele's blood ran ice cold, "What are you talking about?"

"Balto came earlier that's all," Jenna said quite casually.

Something in Steele's iron will turned to rust and snapped in two. Hopping to conclusions? Hell, he was throwing his whole body to conclusions. Tears formed in his eyes as he sank to the snowy ground. He felt pathetic, groveling before Jenna.. But he didn't care, the memory of Balto's dick scent, his fucking...it overpowered him, made his lowly worm cock spring like a baby carrot. In an undignified pouring of emotions Steele whimpered, "OK I give up! I came here cause I wanted to knock you up! But but Balto!!! He's stuck in my head....how am I supposed to compete?!"

"Steele..." the red dog started.

Steele continued, "Obviously Balto wants the same thing, he can do whatever he wants! Just...please! Let me watch?!"

Like summoning a ghost, Balto walked from behind a wooden fence, "Sounded like you meant that buddy!"

The black husky groaned, cowering, "I do!"

Jenna paused for a moment, looking to Balto before she brought her attention back to Steele, "Well, this is much better than lying and letting you down gently. You want me to fuck Balto then, not you?"

"What do you think I been saying?!" shouted Steele, "Just look at his cock!"

"Definitely didn't expect this," laughed Jenna before she nuzzled up to Balto, "Well Balto?"

Balto chuckled, "I can't deny a good friend a request can I?" His steel train came out of his fuzzy tunnel, resting at the station and steaming, "If he wants to be a cuckold,, we can indulge him, can't we?"

Jenna sighed, raising her ass, "But you'll indulge me first, don't forget that."

Steele made more noise, whining and cowering with anticipation as he witnessed those vital seconds of Balto's fiery tip taking the plunge past Jenna's plump lips. Oh the husky long fantasized about having that fat pussy to himself, but now he only wanted to be there as Balto crossed that threshold for him.

That monstrous red slimy tentacle-like member looked like a daunting object from space moving into a little unsuspecting moon.

The junction of where her cunt lips met and where Balto's dick met, Steele saw, got messier the further and wider the wolf-dog's cock went. Jenna's pussy started as pert and tight but now Steele saw in real time as Balto changed it into an erotic clam with the versatility of sopping wet putty. And the cunt juices took little time in dribbling onto the ground. Jenna's head raised in the air, singing a lingering single note of pleasure while Balto rearranged her guts, "Oooooooooh..."

The noises got more intense as Balto quickly changed his strategy from a slow and steady sinking in to a slippery tug-of-war between a veiny mast and a tight-gripped cunt, one pulling at the other. The speed of Balto's fucking with Jenna's hip-shaking sent a flurry of orgasmic clear liquids spewing everywhere. Steele knew this was a direct message to him, to make him ache with sexual agony in the message: 'Jenna is mine'.

But Steele lost his dignity and pride, he now only cared about watch Jenna getting fucked like a wild animal. His eyes bugged out like he was strung out.

Balto panted with greater intensity before giving a heavy, "Uuuuungh!" His tank-sized bollocks slightly retracted before a visible line in Jenna's stomach lunged and released a loud 'glurp'. Jenna gasped, her womb growing a half foot from the jizzy. Then more seed spurted from the ensconced tool, bloating the bitch's stomach with his potent seed. Her belly grew out further, peeking from the sizes. Steele knew by then that Balto had ensured himself a good round of pups by shots alone.

Steele moaned, "That's it?" He sounded more disappointed than anything else. Balto huffed, "You really don't know me."

Even as he barely finished jizzing inside Jenna, Balto redoubled on his cunt assault. Jenna sank front paws first, her womanhood being mowed deeply with fast and heavy thrusts while her belly jiggled.

The sight was too much for Steele. The pressure in his balls made them feel like they were sticking tight to his cock before his pathetic flesh cigarette twitched. He cried out in a squealing voice as his white dick paste piddled on the ground in measly drops.

Balto laughed, "Thatt's a good cuck. You're really good at watching, huh?"

The wolf-dog was right. It was the one thing Steele was good at, being a voyeur. He loved to see Jenna's love trap get rawed while her belly sounded like a molasses storm with each hard fast thrust. He grunted again, his iron sack shifting while a 'glorp' sound shot off another round inside Jenna. Her belly grew even wider with jizz, the width now double her body mass.

Balto wasn't done yet. Now deeply knotted, Balto stepped off her back and turned the other way, his cock still deep in her pussy. Balto teased, "Let's go for a walk. C'mon, you too, cuck."

Steele obliged, pathetically in awe as Balto slowly dragged a baying Jenna by his dick. They were both conjoined by his massive cock, her fat cum-engorged stomach making her wobble and slosh with every step. Nearly everyone had stepped out to watch as Balto proudly led on Jenna in tow, her massively stretched-out cunt spewing a mix of male and female juices.

The black husky behind them gasped silently as he spied both Dusty and Sylvie in the crowd. Dusty had a baby bump of her own, but Sylvie? She had a bunch of pups, a clear mix of Balto and her, crowding her. The litter was practically his size!

He returned his attention back to the procession as Balto came again, ballooning Jenna to a greater size. Her belly had gotten so big and stuffed, cum had leaked out both her back holes and her mouth. Jenna's legs wiggled while her belly dragged across the ground, "Balto...I can't...it's too much!"

"Alright baby, we'll stop here." in a swift mode before everyone, Balto yanked his cock away, his door- stopper knot unplugging a now ruined womanly gash and letting loose a steady stream of his own semen.

Jenna moaned, "Oooooh it hurts so good!"

"So who's ready for this bitch to be knocked up?!" boasted Balto to the town. They cheered in response.

Steele held out for long enough, but this was more than enough. Stumbling, he collapsed in an exhausted heap.

He woke up to a lick to the face. It was a pup, one that dwarfed even him. Waking up, Steele saw there were more, all red but with that distinct Balto scruff.

"What..." he mumbled.

Balto laughed, seated next to Jenna, now with a permanently stretched cunt and fat belly. The wolf-dog greeted, "Like our litter, buddy?"

"How long was I out?" he asked the couple. "A week," Jenna replied.

"A week...?!" the husky felt himself get woozy as he passed out again.