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It had been just shy of two weeks since the day where Steele lead Balto back to the town, through the support of his friends, Steele managed to make peace with what had happened and get back to his regular life. But Balto was never too far from his thoughts.

"Halftail, time to patrol." It was his and the bear-dog's turn to go out. Given the increased cruelty of the town it was not an unlikely thought that dogs would be running away and they would need someone to guide them to a safe haven. If there were humans coming after them, Steele was determined to lead them on a wild goose chase while his partner would lead the canine they would find back to the cottage. So far they found no runaway canines, but Steele was always ready for such a day to come.

Together, the large canines patrolled the forest, keeping their eyes and ears open for any sign of a canine in need. While Halftail was sure they would walk back empty-pawed yet again, Steele had a strange feeling that something would happen. He led the way through the foliage, getting closer and closer to the town's outskirts. It was then that Steele picked up what he thought were heavy breaths and crackling leaves. But as he swiveled his ears, there was nothing. Perhaps it was his imagination? But the sound came again, followed by the heavy thumps of injured paws. Without even saying anything to Halftail, the large dog followed Steele as he bounded forwards, determined to rush to whatever canine's aid.

"Is it this way, Balto?" A distinctively female voice asked and received a pained response.

'Balto!' Steele's heart leapt into his throat. As he rounded the corner he saw the pair of dogs, Jenna supporting a barely standing wolfdog.

The moment she saw him her eyes filled with fear, "S-steele...please let us go, we are looking for a safe-haven Balto was offered."

"And who do you think offered it to him?" Steele revealed. Alongside him, Halftail skid to a stop, kicking up snow and panting heavily.

"Y-you? It was you!?" She asked, utterly shocked. On the receiving end of all the questioning, Steele was more focused on the wolfdog that looked to be fading in and out.

"I can explain it all later, but right now we need to get him out of here," Steele advised. Halftail took a look at the injured canine and nodded, padding up to Balto's side.

"You...lady. Help him unto my back, I shall carry him." Halftail half ordered, half offered as he laid down in the snow next to the injured Balto.

Though still confused, Jenna was grateful. She sighed and nodded, figuring they had no other options at the moment. The moment the humans found the leader's spot empty they would storm the town looking for him.

A few pained grunts came from the injured hybrid as they moved him onto the back of the offering bear-dog. To her surprise, the older canine huffed and rose to his paws, holding Balto up with ease. It was a little intimidating if she was being honest.

"Guessing we don't have time to stick around," Halftail huffed, stating the obvious. Steele nodded and turned tail, prepared to lead. As they ventured into the forest, Jenna's mind was running wild with questions. But she held her tongue, at least until she could be sure that Balto would be safe.

As soon as they could see the cottage in the distance Steele ran ahead to inform Connor they had a wounded dog with them so he could get whatever he needed ready. But it seemed the werewolf was ahead of everyone, sensing the distressed state of Balto as soon they stepped foot into the forest. The door was open for them, and Connor had told the other canines to stay out of the way while their guests were brought in. He rushed the bear-dog in and very carefully lifted Balto off of him, taking him into the living room where he had cleared a table.

Jenna was about to go after them, but Steele blocked her. "Any distractions might cause Connor to make mistakes, you need to stay here."

"Steele, what are you doing here?" Jenna finally asked.

The malamute looked away, "What everyone here is doing Jenna...getting a second chance." She didn't quite understand, she felt there was a depth to Steele's words she wasn't privy to.

The siberian husky looked past Steele, "Is...is he gonna be okay?" Her words were filled with worry.

Halftail got up to her, "Lady..."

"My name is Jenna," she corrected the large dog.

He looked at her, "Jenna, worrying will do you no good, there is nothing you can do at the moment. Best you take care of yourself right now...come I shall show you where we eat."

Jenna was grateful to the large canine for carrying her mate, putting some faith in him she nodded and followed after him, leaving Steele alone to sigh. He turned his head and looked into the living room.

"You better make it Balto, heh...or I will kill you myself." He trusted in Connor, but knew the werewolf was not infallible. Something could go wrong, he dearly hoped not, but there were no guarantees. With Halftail keeping Jenna from worsening the situation Steele went to Mince to calm himself down.

Halftail was a gentleman to women, but even he had his limits. Getting bombarded with questions was not something he enjoyed whatsoever.

"Lady," he cut her off. "You're almost as annoying as Tiny, and I very quickly get angry at Tiny." She thankfully understood and kept mostly quiet. The big dog was apparently not one for talking much.

The household was in a tense state while Balto was being tended to. Jenna got to meet the other colorful personalities and Tiny, to her relief, could hold a distracting conversation with her. He was eager to give detailed descriptions of the other canines, of course painted in his own flair. She found the akita oddly charming and allowed him to further explain. And of course, Tiny was thrilled to have a captive audience.

Steele was just laying with Mince and Rodger when his ears peaked hearing Connor's footsteps, his heart couldn't help but beat faster, anxious to hear how Balto had fared.

He and the other canines gathered around, all equally concerned about the state of the injured wolfdog.

Connor looked tired, but he gave them a reassuring smile, "Balto will need lots of rest, but he will be fine." A collective sigh of relief filled the room. It had looked worse than it ultimately had been, but it had still been quite bad. There had been a few close calls while he treated the wolf-dog, but it had turned out okay in the end. All that was left to do was let his body heal on its own.

For both Steele and Jenna, this was fantastic news. The red canine was surprised to see Steele so relieved at such news, he looked ready to cry tears of relief. As far as she knew, the malamute hated the wolfdog. Had he really changed that much while he was away? Unable to stand the burning questions in her mind anymore, Jenna pulled the malamute to the side.

"Steele, what is going on? What happened to you?" To his surprise her tone was non-hostile, she had all but hated him ever since they had met.

"After the contest and my loss... My owner wasn't...happy with me. I had no choice but to flee. I ran into the forest and found this place. It took some time but I regretted it and learned from my mistakes. I'm not the same Steele you know. And as for the town... I never looked back, I supposed that explains all the rumors about me," Steele chuckled, surprising Jenna once again. There was no malice in his laugh at all, it was rather light and actually calming. It eased her as well. Just taking a look around at all the other dogs interacting with each other, Jenna could tell that Steele had indeed found a new home.

"There's nothing to worry about. No harm is gonna come to anyone here. Not with me and Connor around," Steele assured.

Though a bit confused, Jenna nodded. Balto would be okay and the cottage did seem to be a safe haven for their kind. The other canines were already welcoming of her despite just meeting her. It was almost like a dream.

"Steele..." Jenna turned to him to ask if she could stay here with Balto, but before the question even left her mouth he responded.

"You don't have to ask. You can stay here as long as you'd like, even until your very last day," Steele confirmed. He gave her a small smile, knowing very well the joy that came with leaving all the pain of his past behind.

"It's starting to get late..." Rodger announced, approaching his mate. Steele nodded and looked at Jenna before addressing Connor.

"Do we have any extra beds?" the malamute asked.

Connor nodded and soon everything was set up for Jenna. She was given her own bed while Balto was allowed to sleep in Connor's bed. He would watch over the wolfdog throughout the night, ensuring that everything would be all right.

Entering the room designated for the canines, Jenna was surprised to find out how comfortable it was. The other canines were already settling down and curling up against one another. To her further surprise two of the other dogs curled closely up to Steele and the malamute seemed to relish in their presence. It truly seemed that the selfish and self-centered Steele that she had known was gone. He looked happy as he nuzzled against them. It seemed that there was a lot that had happened around here in the short amount of time since Steele left...

Knowing that Balto would be okay and the warmth within the room worked together to calm Jenna, lulling her to sleep. With a sigh she closed her eyes and drifted off. Unbeknownst to her, Steele kept an eye out, looking out for her well-being. He could only imagine what the two of them had been through out there. If he was in her position, he would be worried sick for his injured mate. Knowing that, Steele had a determination to help ease her worries while Balto recovered.

With Mince and Rodger pressed close to him, both of them fast asleep and snoring gently, Steele closed his own eyes, allowing himself to fall into the lull of sleep.

Meanwhile, Connor remained true to his promise, watching over Balto as he slept. He could feel that pain that was set deep within the wolfdog's heart. It pained him to feel it in his fellow canine, but it was deeper than that. Being this close to the hybrid and after tending to his wounds, Connor had felt the moonblood that resided within. It was marginally stronger than Steele's, most likely due to the wolf side of the canine's bloodlines. To know that another one of his own was hurt in such a way made him seethe. It took an incredible amount of restraint to not take his anger out on the walls of his room. He vowed to take this as motivation to help Balto as much as he could.

Many moons passed since that day. Just like Steele himself, Balto and Jenna had come to know the other canines, integrating themselves within the pack. Having already been welcomed upon their arrival, the other dogs were more than happy to have the two newcomers stay with them permanently.

When Balto had woken up he had not been in a good state of mind, he had been so angry. He had felt so betrayed by those he simply had wished to help. It took patience and understanding, but Steele, with the help of the others, managed to chip away at the wolfdog's anger until it was no more. Slowly Balto returned to his former kind self after that, much to Steele and Jenna's relief. To Steele's utter surprise he and Balto got to talking and became rather good friends, the wolfdog even forgave him for what he did after he apologized.

And also like Steele, the wolfdog was called to Connor's quarters. The malamute was thrilled to have his new friend inside the four walls with himself present knowing what was about to happen. The wolfdog knew there was something about the human but the transformation and beastly form that soon loomed over him was more than a shock. But both Connor and Steele explained the rich history of the lycans and the blood that was miraculously passed down, ensuring the clan would live on in one form or another.

Given the situation Balto took it rather well, he had had questions and had then asked for some time to process it all, but overall it went better than Connor had expected. In truth, Balto always suspected there was something more to himself. Being half wolf was already something in itself but everyone always told him that he was stranger than the ordinary canines...

After some time Balto was rather comfortable with the werewolf's true form. He had gone to his room to ask the werewolf some questions about the old days but once he opened the door he was shocked to find him and Steele in a very unexpected position. He knew the other dogs fooled around occasionally and he had been dragged into it himself, but even with that he had never thought to see Steele on top of Connor in his werewolf form in a heated bout of intimacy as the malamute was riding the beast's malehood. Even more surprising, the two didn't stop as they locked eyes with the wolfdog. Rather, they were silently welcoming him to join. He and Steele had been with each other before, it had been really enjoyable and the malamute had shown him a whole new world to physical intimacy, but the wolfdog hadn't been with Connor before, so he hesitated, but nonetheless his paws slowly took him closer, almost unconsciously.

Just getting close to the two he could feel the raw lust that hung heavy in the air. It made him excited as well, slowly making him more and more confident and willing to join the other canines. From his sheath poked his tip, a surprise even to himself. It was as if Connor and Steele's raw passion was burning into his own pelt.

"We were hoping you would show up. Guess the signals worked," Connor chuckled. Signals? Did that mean he was lured here? Those two certainly were something... But it was only thanks to Connor further educating Steele with new ways to hone his abilities. Now it paid off, he was able to send his own lust off in weak, but effective waves, signaling others he was in the mood.

Balto was finally upon the bed, sporting his full length. It bobbed and even started to leak a bit. Steele licked his lips and eased himself off of Connor.

"You should try out Connor," Steele offered. "I've warmed him up for you."

Balto gulped as he stared down a long, girthy rod. A deep crimson and already wet with fluids, Balto had doubts that he could take such a thing. He even wondered how Steele was able to take it all.

"It's alright. It's your first time and Connor is very gentle. You can let him take the lead if you want," Steele informed. Balto gulped, he was still rather new to this and therefore easily got nervous. The werewolf reached forwards, gently caressing him. His dulled claws combed through his fur, easing his nerves a bit.

"Steele is right. I will be gentle... It's about time we were properly acquainted..." Connor purred, flicking his tongue across his muzzle. The look of sultry lust sent excited tingles through the wolfdog, settling deep within him.

Finally, Balto nodded and allowed himself to get lost in the gentle pats and strokes against his pelt. Slowly, Connor lifted the wolfdog and placed him upon his lap. Another shudder of anticipation came about as Balto could feel something rigid and warm against his tailhole, poking slightly. A deep blush scored across the canine's muzzle, aided by an awkward smile. Feeling properly ready, Balto took a deep breath and actually took charge, lifting his backside.

A deep moan came from Connor as his tip was slowly sunk into the wolfdog's warm flesh. Underneath the canine's tail, his rim stretched around the girth rather easily, much to his shock. Steele was also impressed, surprised to see Balto suddenly taking charge. A pleasured moan came from the gray canine as more and more of the werewolf's length was buried deep inside of him.

"Such talent," Connor huffed, very much enjoying the hot, tight flesh that clenched against his girth.

Balto smiled at the complement. The look of interest that Steele gave him worked to fuel his confidence as well. Connor had collected himself and gave a gentle thrust of his hips. Feeling the pointed tip jabbing deep within him, a moan that Balto never made before escaped his parted maw.

"How does it feel?" Steele asked, seeing the pleasure written on his friend's face.

"It's really big... But it feels really good..." Balto huffed, reeling from another sharp jab from the werewolf.

"Then I shouldn't leave myself out," Steele grinned. He nodded to Connor and the werewolf understood. Carefully, the werewolf repositioned himself and Balto. Soon Balto was gently pressed against the bed as Connor mounted him. Steele added himself to the pile, strolling up the large beast and mounting him as well. All together they got started, the malamute buried his cock inside of Connor and the werewolf re-inserted himself within Balto.

Another deep wail came from the wolfdog as he was filled deep by the werewolf's length. Thick and hot, the crimson cock jammed itself within his clenching tunnel. Against his ears were the rumbling growls of pleasure that came from Connor. Those were the product of the malamute on top, thrusting his own rod deep inside of the larger male. All stacked on top of each other, the three males were moaning and bucking against each other.

For Balto, the experience in itself was mind blowing. It was nothing like the fun he had with the other canines. This was on a completely different level, rocking his body back and forth against the girthy cock that was pistoned within and out of his tailhole. He could feel the hot spurts of precum that clung to his walls, spreading a subtle heat deep inside.

Steele was also enjoying himself as he thrust deep inside of the other canine. He always loved how hot and tight Connor was. Each thrust pressed the silky flesh against his own stiff rod. The heat and clenching drove him crazy, feeling his girth being enveloped by the werewolf's tailhole. Just as much, he loved hearing the deep growls and moans that came from Connor, all a product of his actions.

But for Connor it was an intense mix of both. He was both being pounded by Steele and pounding into Balto. Both pleasures mixed together with him, forcing a series of deep growls and lustful pants. He loved fooling around with Steele and now Balto only added another layer to the intense pleasures that came from intimately being with the remains of his lineage. The wails of Balto and the dominant growls of Steele, it was as if he was practically in the forest of old, underneath and on top of his brethren once again.

"Keep going!" Balto demanded, catching the other canines off guard. But the wolfdog was feeling things he never felt before, he wanted more of it. All he wanted was to feel Connor's length pressing deeper within him and the girth stretching his rim even wider. Fulfilling the newest member's wishes, Connor huffed and rammed himself inside of the demanding canine with renewed vigor.

Caught off guard, Steele was rocked back and forth by the werewolf's renewed humps. But he quickly collected and corrected himself. He timed his own ruts, ensuring that the werewolf would still be moaning from each and every one of his pumps. Once again the three males were thrusting and moaning against each other. But their moans were all the more intense, matching the added force each of them put against the other.

Still moaning and writhing on the very bottom, Balto grit his fangs, feeling his orgasm creeping upon him. He allowed it to over take his body, throwing his head back as the werewolf rutting him made an extra hard thrust, shoving nearly every inch inside of him. Both Connor and Steele were surprised to hear the pitched moan and the heavy pants that came from the cumming wolfdog.

What came next was a chain reaction, all started by Balto's achieved orgasm. His climax brought the hard clenches of his now pulsating anal walls. The still-thrusting werewolf was no match for the sudden clenches of the silky passage. His own howl joined Balto's as he came sticky ropes within the wolfdog. And on top of it all was Steele, rocked by Connor's clenches as well. He tried to brave through them but was rendered powerless against the orgasm that shook his body. A deep, pleasured rumble came from Connor upon feeling his guts being stained white with the malamute's seed. The heavy pants that came from both Balto and Steele were music to his ears as well.

To Balto's shock he was very much still horny and still wanted more out of the two canines. The same was true for Steele, who popped himself out of the werewolf. Being the only one left, Connor lifted himself off of Balto and sighed as his length eased from the tight tunnel.

Almost telepathically, the two canines decided what they wanted to do. Connor sensed it as well and let the canines before him have at it. He laid back and let his dripping length stand tall for the two of them to see. Steele and Balto smirked at each other. The wolfdog remained where he was while the malamute stepped up to the werewolf's muzzle. Steele looked down at Connor with a lustful grin. Connor chuckled and nodded, opening his muzzle for the malamute to mount. Down below, Balto was quick to ease his own cock underneath the beast's tail, sinking himself within the tight, muscled passage.

Both canines growled against the separate pleasures that engulfed them. Together they both humped, Steele against a hot, silky tongue and Balto, against the clenching flesh. The werewolf was all too eager to use his talents to allow both Steele and Balto to rut into him, be it mouth or tailhole, as hard and deep as they wanted.

Balto was quick to shove himself deep, getting a flash of satisfaction that came from hearing the werewolf give a muffled grunt. It would have been heard clearly if not for Steele taking as much of Connor's throat as he could get. He was met with his own wet, clenching tightness. Naturally, the dominant malamute shoved himself as deep and hard as he could. But Connor was more than prepared for such rough treatment. A bulge formed in his neck as his entire esophagus was filled with canine cock but the werewolf remained firm and unflinching.

Against his bushy tail came a series of hard humps. The wolfdog responsible made a series of deep grunts as the thrust himself within the werewolf with nearly reckless abandon. Each pump brought that soft tightness that surrounded each and every inch he had. His body almost worked on it's own, wanting even more of the pleasure. He was happy to fulfill his subconscious desires, thumping his hindlegs against the werewolf's.

Connor worked to give hard clenches against Balto's hard strokes and he easily swallowed Steele's pumping rod. Even when they were pounding into him, the werewolf found a way to surprise them with his level of self-control. He enjoyed the sudden moans of both the males. Continuing his actions his body was slightly rocked against Balto's intensifying humps and the deep grunts that came from Steele brought a sense of pride to the werewolf.

Against the deep clenches, Balto's breathing picked up and he could feel his orgasm approaching him once again. Growling and gritting his fangs, the wolfdog shoved himself in deep, pressing his knot past the puffy rim. Spurts of warm seed soon followed, filling the werewolf with wolfdog seed. But Connor's focus was soon shifted to the malamute, his thrusts picked up and the drip of precum became more frequent. Keeping pace with his own hard swallows, Connor worked to milk the mouth-rutting canine. Finally, Steele grit his fangs and shoved himself inside, growling as a series of hard pulses came from his tip. Following suit, strings of malamute cum coated oozed down Connor's throat, being easily swallowed down. Both canines were soon left panting after unloading into the werewolf. They pulled out of Connor but the lust within them still remained, just enough for just a bit more fun...

Steele once again took the lead. He pressed his body against Balto's nuzzling against his flank. The wolfdog very much understood the body language and found the idea extremely appealing. It had been a while since he felt Steele on top of him...

But to his surprise, the malamute laid on his back, branshing the crimson length that stood firm between his legs. "Care to join me?" Steele smirked.

Balto chuckled and approached his friend. He wasn't experienced in riding but he knew just enough to get into position. He lay with his back pressed against Steele's chest. Now that the both of them were where they needed to be, Steele pulled back, aimed and then bucked his hips. A hiss came from the wolfdog as his rim was once again stretched around the penetrating tip. Once inside, Steele wasted no time giving gentle, teasing presses within his friend.

Recovering from both his mouth and tailhole being used, Connor sat up and was met with the sight of Steele holding onto Balto, rutting into him. It was a rather unique position for canines to take, finding it interesting, Connor approached. He quickly found a spot where he could participate. While Steele's cock was buried inside of Balto, the canine in question's length was left unattended, bobbing from the force of the malamute's thrusts. Wasting no time, Connor opened his maw yet again and sunk Balto's cock within it.

The moan that rose within Balto's throat only intensified the moment he felt a hot, snaking tongue pressing and curling against his shaft and knot. Together, Connor and Steele worked in tandem with each other. As the malamute humped harder into the wolfdog, Connor bobbed his head up and down, flicking his tongue against the girth as he did so. It was the most pleasure that Balto received at once, nearly melting his mind into nothing more than mush.

Under the pleasured wolfdog, Steele gave heavy pants as he savored the soft, silkiness that was Balto's insides. With each press of his hips, those walls of hot flesh massaged against the long strokes his cock made. Small shudders ran through him, only growing stronger when the occasional clench came. Something about this time when he buried himself deep inside of the other canine, something struck Steele as a bit different. Perhaps it was the influence of Connor or the moonblood in their veins, but Balto's tailhole felt much softer and pleasurable than ever before...

As for Balto, the canine was doing his best to endure the dual onslaughts of pleasure. But between Steele's hard ruts and Connor's soft tongue assaulting his shaft, it was clear that he was fighting a losing battle. For the third time in such a short amount of time, Balto could feel his climax threatening to take him over. His moans grew all the more intense and Connor could feel the tell-tale pulses of the wolfdog's shaft. With another hard press of Steele's cock and the surging of Connor's muzzle, Balto's orgasm was forced out of him. The hybrid canine howled as he came right down the werewolf's throat. Just like he did with Steele, Connor easily swallowed down the thick spurts, making pleasured sounds as the warmth oozed down his throat. While Balto was draining his balls, Steele gave a few more pumps before he reached his own peak. Gripping Balto tighter and pushing his head roughly into his neck fur, Steele added his own cum to the wolfdog's seed-soaked guts.

Connor popped the shrinking length from his lips and chuckled as he watched the dogs pant heavily against each other. They looked exhausted, finally coming down from the lust that once ran rampant through their body. Steele pulled out, making the both of them grunt.

"How was it?" Steele asked through his deep breaths as he cuddled up to the wolfdog.

"That was....simply incredible," Balto smiled, basking in the moment as his two partners cuddled up to him, never had he felt so loved and accepted.