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Steele Blackhawk was basking in the sun on the beach just outside of the town of Nome. It was early morning, but the black-and-white malamute didn't care. He had already been woken up by the sound of someone shouting at a neighbour for accidentally turning all of their flowers in their front yard into dandelions, so the young adult decided he may as well enjoy the sunshine.

"Would have preferred a few more hours sleep, though," the malamute thought to himself. He scratched at his chest, before folding his arms behind his head and leaning back in the sunlounge he had conjured. The sunlight was now baring down on his entire body, excluding his face, and the warming rays felt good on him. Especially on his rather large genitals.

Steele smirked. He always prided himself on his imposing size. There was barely a dog or wolf or even a _horse_around that could even hope to compare with him. And since clothing was rarely, if ever, worn, it wasn't hard to see why. His sheath alone was bigger than most males' entire package, managing to reach up to his pecs easily. The actual cock that resided inside was even more impressive, though, considering that, when erect, Steele's member was seventy-five inches long. The malamute couldn't count the number of people, male and female, he's seen drooling over his size, and he didn't even bother trying to remember how many people actually managed to take him.

And if, for whatever reason, people weren't enthralled by his cock, they certainly were by the fat sack that resided beneath it. Steele's stones were more the size of boulders, really, given their size of forty inches each. And an imposing size meant an imposing weight. Everyone around always wondered how Steele could even move, lugging those massive nuts around. The spectacle wasn't ever seen as a bad thing, though.

Movement nearby made Steele sit up. He looked around, before his sight fell on two figures standing a few feet away from him. One was a short Pomeranian with purple fur, and the other was a tall, slender Afghan Hound with blonde and brown fur. Dixie Franklin and Sylvie Anderson, respectively; two of Steele's biggest fans.

See, Steele wasn't known around his hometown just because of his genitals. He was one of the most powerful wizards in Nome, with the powers of telekinesis, cryokinesis, and super-speed, and, since he finished school at seventeen (like all other witches and wizards), he became a professional runner. Although, that was more of a hobby than a job, since Steele's family was quite wealthy anyway, and, upon his parents' death four years ago, he had inherited a massive fortune.

Even though Dixie and Sylvie were both acting as though they hadn't seen Steele, or were trying to get his attention, Steele knew better. He was irresistible to the two, and he could always count on them for some fun times. Plus, the fact that they were wearing skimpy bikinis, which amounted to barely more than thin strings that didn't cover anything, the malamute had a pretty good idea what they were after.

Standing up and Vanishing his sunlounge for the time being, Steele strode over, his massive balls swaying and jostling with every step.

"Shame neither of them are in heat yet. Wouldn't mind putting a few more pups with them," Steele thought, licking his lips subconsciously. And there was Steele's other 'job'.

After he left school, but before he became a runner, Steele had taken up to a very particular occupation as the town stud. In other words, he was the guy most girls went to for sex. Didn't matter who they were, either. Married, single, older, or younger, Steele didn't care. He didn't even mind if it was a male who wanted to be fucked by him. If they wanted to be mated with, and had a hole, then Steele didn't care. He preferred females, though, and especially ones in heat.

Even now, at only twenty-five years old, Steele had dozens of pups around the town. And yet, he was not satisfied. He wanted more.

There were only a few pussies he'd yet to sample, though. And of them, only one was single. And it was that one that Steele wanted the most.

Jenna Crowe was the grand prize Steele had sought for years, ever since their first days in school. Jenna had always rebuffed his efforts to court her, for a myriad of reasons. First, it was that she wanted to focus more on her education than dating, then she wanted to find a promising career, and following that, she was just waiting for the right guy.

Steele would always chuckle at the last one. Surely he was the 'right guy' Jenna was after. He was powerful, wealthy, and, if he dares say so himself, damn good in bed. He was the dream man for many women.

The malamute was snapped out of his thoughts when he reached the two girls before him.

"Morning, ladies," he said, making both of them jump, before they both relaxed.

"Oh, Steele, it's you," Dixie said.

"The one and only," Steele said, grinning. He crossed his arms, asking, "Now, what are two beautiful girls like yourselves doing out here so early?"

"We fancied a morning swim. We didn't know you would be here," Sylvie said

"Oh, really? But surely you know by now that this is the spot I always go to when wanting to relax in the morning," Steele said. He laughed for a second. "Nah, not really. I got woken up by a neighbour, so I decided to make the most of the morning."

"Do you...want to join us, Steele?" Dixie asked, sounding hopeful.

"Oh, I'd love to, Dix. But I'm afraid I can't right now," Steele said.

"Awwwww," Dixie moaned, looking crestfallen.

"How come, Steele?" Sylvie asked.

"Well, similar to how they always tell you to never swim on a full stomach, I don't feel it's a good idea to swim with full balls," Steele said. He smiled when Dixie and Sylvie's eyes instantly darted down to stare at his fat, white nuts.

"My, my, Steele. Now that does sound awful," Sylvie said, placing a hand on her hip and swishing her head to make her ears fall behind her shoulders.

"What if we helped?" Dixie asked excitedly.

"Oh, you are a darling, Dixie. But I wouldn't want to spoil the fun you two had planned," Steele said.

"We don't mind! Do we, Sylvie?" Dixie asked, looking at her taller friend.

"Not at all," Sylvie responded, smiling.

"Well, well, girls. Are you trying to seduce me?" Steele asked, grinning.

"You know us better than that, Steele," Sylvie said.

"And we know you better than that!" Dixie practically squealed.

"Mm, you're right. So which of you am I fucking first?" Steele asked, moving a hand down to rub at his sheath.

Sylvie noticed how Dixie's eyes lit up when she saw Steele's red tip peeking out of his thickening sheath, and gave an amused giggle.

"Looks like it'll be Dixie," the Afghan said.

"Well, then, get over here, Dixie. Time for you to get a reminder what Steele tastes like," Steele said. He waved his erecting cock in the air, letting its scent wash over Dixie and Sylvie's noses like a musky cloud. Salivating, Dixie's body moved on its own, closer to Steele. Her eyes were locked on the malamute's growing tower of meat, while a million thoughts and memories ran through her head, letting her remember all the times she's taken that huge thing.

When she was close enough to Steele that her fur was brushing against the fur on Steele's balls, she began panting heavily. She was so close; she could already taste him in the air! Steele chuckled, tapping his cock on Dixie's nose.

"Don't just stare at it, girl. I know you always fantasise about this dick, even after I've fucked you...oh, I don't even know how many times," the malamute said.

Dixie almost immediately latched her hands around Steele's growing shaft, but he was so big, and so thick, that she couldn't even fit around half of it. She was undeterred, however, and just began running her hands up and down his dick, coaxing even more of the red flesh from his snow-white sheath. The Pomeranian kissed and licked at Steele's tip, and, when that eventually grew out of her reach, started to make out with his shaft instead. She was full-on snogging the thing!

"Thaaaaaat's it, baby. Just like that," Steele groaned contently. He was almost satisfied with just the feeling of Dixie's lips on his cock. Almost.

Dixie kept up her rampant caressing with Steele's cock, using her hands and tongue to give him as much pleasure as she could. Every now and then she would switch from kissing the throbbing meat to tasting it fully with long, drawn out licks. She couldn't help herself; the taste was wonderful to her.

Although Dixie could no longer reach the tip of Steele's cock, she wasn't put off in the slightest. Because she now had access to the part of Steele's cock that she loved the most - his enormous knot. Thirty-one inches wide, the malamute's giant bulbus glandis could plug up any hole it was shoved into with very little difficulty - that is, after getting it in.

But Dixie barely managed to run her tongue along just one of the bulging glands before she felt the straps of her bikini top slipping. Dixie reluctantly separated herself from Steele's giant member, and looked down at herself. Her left strap had been severed, leaving her top barely hanging on with its remaining strap.

Knowing what had happened, Dixie turned to look at Sylvie, who was holding her wand by her side, twirling it in her fingers.

"What? Gotta ditch the swimsuit before you can get Steele in ya," Sylvie said.

"Yeah, but this was new!" Dixie complained. If there was one thing she loved more than Steele, and his cock, it was buying new clothes...even though she hardly wore them.

Before Sylvie could respond, Dixie's other strap was snapped, along with the strings around her waist that barely even counted as panties, causing the two items to fall to the ground, and leaving Dixie naked. Dixie glared at Sylvie, but she just put her hands up, saying, "Don't blame me! I just cut the first strap."

"Then who..." Dixie began, only to get cut off.

"Sorry, Dixie, but Steele's tired of waiting." Steele was holding his own wand, pointing it at Dixie. His cock was also pointing directly at Dixie, as, without her support, it was too heavy to point upwards for long.

Dixie just took one look at the behemoth, before she bent down on her knees, flagging her tail high to show off her pussy. Steele licked his lips at the sight, aiming his cock. He gave a quick wink over to Sylvie, before spearing right through Dixie's pussy.

In an instant, Dixie was filled. It wasn't just her cunt that bulged out, but her entire abdomen was showing off the shape of Steele's fat dog cock, and it wasn't even halfway inside her yet! Her mind was ablaze with sexual euphoria. All she could think about - all she could care about - in that moment was Steele's cock.

As a loud, blissed cry erupted out of Dixie's mouth, Steele pulled back, slowly withdrawing his pole from her depths. The Pomeranian clenched as much as she could around his tip, and was rewarding with a hard thrust from Steele that pushed even more of his dick inside.

Steele reared backwards once again, and now the scent of his musk and Dixie's excitement had spread far enough that Sylvie was able to smell it. Then suddenly, like a mighty, muscular crossbow, Steele fired his red-hot arrow right back into Dixie's hole, earning a well-won scream of pleasure from the smaller dog.

Sylvie was mesmerised by the spectacle, her eyes locked on the scene before her. She could feel her pussy heating up in need and want, and made to move her hand down to rub at it. But then, she gasped, feeling something pinching at her clitoris, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her body. Looking up, she saw Steele, still thrusting away at Dixie, hand his hand at his side, and he was pinching his forefinger and thumb together.

"Like it, Sylvie?" Steele asked, pinching his finger and thumb closer together, and causing Sylvie to moan as her clitoris was squeezed harder.

"Ooh, you know how to please a girl, Steele," Sylvie groaned. Steele smiled, lowering his hand and ceasing his telekinetic hold on Sylvie's clitoris.

"Sure do, don't I? Now, how's about you get out of those strings you call a bikini, and show off your cunt to me?" the malamute asked.

Sylvie nodded, and ripped off her bikini top and panties, tossing the strings to lie beside Dixie's own ruined costume. She then laid down on her back, spreading her legs apart and raising her hips to show Steele what he wanted - her moist vagina.

"Yeah, that's it, babe. Now, make yourself ready, cause when I'm done with this tight one," Steele said, slamming his hips forward and making Dixie squeal, "I'm gonna do you."

"Don't keep me waiting, big boy," Sylvie moaned, moving a hand down to rub and finger herself. Steele's cock flexed at the sight, setting off another orgasm in Dixie.

"That won't be a problem. Dixie's so tight, I'm not gonna last much longer with her," Steele thought. He looked down at Dixie, and grinned. Grabbing her hips in a telekinetic hold, he tugged on her, hard. Dixie cried out in delight as she was pulled backwards, her cunt spreading open to let Steele's cock in, before she was pressing against his knot.

"Oooh, please be close, Steele!" Dixie begged, in a rare moment of lucidity. "I wanna be filled with your love!"

With such a request from one of his favourite bitches to breed, Steele couldn't refuse. Using his super-speed, the malamute began to savagely fuck his Pomeranian bitch, going so fast his hips, balls, and cock were just blurs. Steele fucked with efficiency, refusing to make shoddy work of it.

Each thrust brought Steele's knot closer to entering, but the malamute was not satisfied. He needed to get his knot in her, before he lost control. Luckily, he had several methods to get his knot in quickly. And he knew the perfect one to use on the small bitch.

Dixie was panting and drooling around the protrusion coming from her stomach, her mind focusing solely on her lower half. But then she felt a sudden stillness, as if Steele had just...given up. That wasn't like him at all!

Worried, Dixie turned her head, to find Steele grinning at her. Next thing she knew, her pussy had been pulled apart far wider than before, as if invisible hands were tugging on her hole and spreading her open. Then, with a quick thrust, Steele pushed his knot inside, and let Dixie's folds practically snap back in place, locking the two together.

Sylvie watched in fascination as Dixie was spread around Steele's knot, and rubbed her own pussy faster. By now, her fingers were completely coated in her juices, while a small puddle had formed on the floor between her spread legs.

Steele kept humping Dixie, now going at a slower pace, almost like a lover cuddling his mate. Dixie was enjoying the slow, sensual movements, her mind relaying how she wished, more than anything, that Steele would take her as his wife.

A large throb from Steele's cock made the two of them moan. A second later, Steele howled to the sky when his cock erupted inside her with a wet splurt! The loud, wet noise sounded around the beach as heavy gushes of Steele's seed spilled inside of Dixie, quickly filling her insides like a water balloon.

Dixie bulged and inflated with every _spurt_of seed, first only a little, but then gradually she grew larger and rounder. Soon, Steele's dick wasn't visible in her stomach, instead replaced by a giant, light purple sphere of fur. Steele's huge, white balls pulsed, filling his bitch.

By the time Steele's climax was over, he and Dixie were both panting as they leaned against the Pomeranian's belly. Five feet tall and wide, Dixie's belly was so big it nearly rivalled her own height.

"Damn, that was good," Steele murmured in Dixie's ear. She giggled. "Just a shame you and Sylvie aren't in heat," Steele continued.

"You're so potent, I bet you could knock us up even without our heats!" Dixie said.

"Now there's an idea," Steele mused. He tugged at his knot, making Dixie squeal. "Sorry, Dix. I'd love to wait out the tie, but Sylvie needs me," Steele said, although he didn't sound apologetic at all. He gave a few more tugs, before eventually just using a spell to force Dixie's cunt to open up and free his cock.

Without Steele's knot and cock plugging her up, Dixie began leaking copious amounts of the malamute's seed. Dixie moaned at the feeling, hugging her belly as she closed her eyes to relive her moment with Steele.

While Dixie lost herself in her memory, Steele looked over at Sylvie, grinning.

"Now it's your turn," he said. Sylvie jumped up and ran over to him, only for Steele to hold up a hand. "Ah, ah, ah. You know how I like my bitches, Sylvie."

Sylvie eyed up Steele's still erect and _dripping_cock, before she turned around and bent over, showing off her wet folds to the monochrome malamute. Steele smiled, stepping closer and pointing his tip at her hole.

The malamute was content to just tease his next bitch, gently rubbing his tip against her. Except Sylvie had other ideas, and, much to Steele's surprise, launched herself back against him, until his cock had caused her vagina and womb to mould to its shape.

"Ho-ho! That eager, are we?" Steele chuckled, regaining his composure. He placed his hands on his hips, and continued, "Then we'll really get started!" On that note, Steele slammed his hips forwards, thrusting his cock further inside Sylvie and spreading her tiny pussy wide open. The Afghan Hound shuddered in orgasm, as just a single push from Steele had sent her sensitive pussy over the edge.

Unlike with Dixie, Steele had managed to force himself just a little over halfway in Sylvie already. She was a little roomier than her Pomeranian friend, but even the taller dog was no match for his might. No one was. Steele could count the number of people who his dick hadn't pleasured on one hand - less than one hand.

Pulling back a little, and eliciting a small whimper from Sylvie, Steele grinned, and rammed forwards again. This time, he telekinetically tugged back on Sylvie, forcing even more of his cock to cram itself inside her eager pussy. Sylvie yelped and _howled_in surprise and pleasure, her snatch stretching wider to take in Steele's rod, while her clitoris, still sensitive from Steele's magical assault on it earlier, practically exploded with sexual euphoria.

Steele couldn't help but groan as Sylvie's tunnel clenched around what little part of his cock it could. He had to admit, while Dixie was a tighter fuck, Sylvie was obviously more skilled. They both had their appeals, but Steele knew neither of them would compare to Jenna. When she eventually lets him breed her, he was sure she would be his greatest lay of all time.

Another hard clench made Steele look down. But for now, he's got Sylvie to satisfy. The malamute thrust forward and back, pushing more of his cock inside Sylvie, while also tugging at her body with his powers, until she was eventually bumping against his knot.

"Oof! Gotta love how big that thing is," Sylvie moaned.

Steele chuckled, "You said that last night!"

"Doesn't make it any less true. Now hurry up and get that knot in, big boy," Sylvie responded, looking back at Steele with lust-filled eyes.

Steele didn't need to be told twice. He very slowly withdrew his cock until just his tip was left inside, before tensing his legs, and slamming forwards harder than before. Sylvie's body jolted forwards at the thrust, and she yipped in delight.

Taking Sylvie's yip as a sign, Steele repeated the movement. Again and again, he thrust in and out of his bitch, building up rhythm and speed. He wasn't going at his maximum speed just yet, though. He wanted to savour the moment as much as he could.

Sylvie pushed herself back against the hung malamute, forcing just little over a quarter of his knot inside her. But that movement seemed to have taken most of her energy, as her arms ended up collapsing, forcing her front to press against the ground. Her rump was being held up in the air by Steele's cock alone for a few seconds, until Steele gripped at her hips with his hands.

The monochrome dog appreciated the new angle, as it made his movements on Sylvie's body much easier. As Steele withdrew for his next thrust, switching from holding her with his hands to using telekinesis, leaving her feeling empty for only a fraction of second, her hips automatically prepared to push back against his charge. And when, finally, his cock filled her pussy again, her hips pushed firmly against him, and, at the apex of their mutual thrust, her pussy widened enough around his fat knot, and the glands disappeared inside with a wet pop!

Sylvie's pussy was bulging with the enormous member, her folds closing behind the fat knot and her vulva pulsing around his locked member. Their hips flush, the two canines cried out as intense pleasure coursed through their tied organs.

However, getting the knot in was only half the battle. Now that he was locked flush with Sylvie, Steele began to rapidly hump against her, pulling and pushing his cock inside the Afghan Hound's canal like a jackhammer. Sylvie could only weakly thrust her hips back against him, panting and drooling on the ground as her eyes rolled to the back of her head.

"C-come on, Steele... Fill me up, baby..." she whispered, knowing Steele would hear her. She had lost track of how many orgasms she's had by now. It never mattered to her, though; Steele could make her cum hundreds of times, and each one would be just as great as her first.

As another climax hit the Afghan, causing her to clench hard around Steele's throbbing member, the male growled, and slammed his hips as far forward as he could.

Spuuuurt!

Steele's phenomenally heavy nuts twitched visibly, launching a full-out flood of cum battering against Sylvie's innermost walls. She already felt stretched to bursting with the malamute's immense cock somehow managing to wedge its way inside of her. Gallons of sticky, hot dogseed stretched the blonde Afghan's belly beyond belief. Her eyes widened in delight as she realised she could see her belly bulging with his cum, her slender abdomen growing even as the pressure threatened to split her apart.

By the time Steele's cock had calmed down, Sylvie was being squashed between the strong body of her malamute lover, and her own giant belly. Just like with Dixie, Sylvie's stomach had been bloated to five feet in diameter, filled with just malamute seed.

Steele grinned as he lightly humped Sylvie, letting a few more ropes of semen shoot out of his cock and into her flooded womb. He moved his mouth to one of her ears, and smoothly growled, "When's your next heat?"

"Two days. You know where to find me," Sylvie replied. She moved her head to look at Steele, and gave him a lick along his muzzle.

"Indeed I do," Steele said. He patted Sylvie's side, adding, "But if I'm not there within an hour...give me a call."

"You can count on it," Sylvie replied.

Unlike with Dixie, Steele was content to wait out his tie with Sylvie. Well, mostly. He didn't use any spells to make his knot shrink at a faster pace. Instead, he used his super-speed to make his genitals move at a quicker speed than the rest of him. It was a bit of an unorthodox method, but Steele knew it worked, since he's done it dozens of times in the past, although it did take him a while to work out how to do it.

So, roughly twenty minutes later, as opposed to his usual hour and a half, Steele's knot had shrunk enough that he could easily pull free of Sylvie's cunt with a wet splop! The removal of the malamute's knot meant there was nothing to keep the Afghan Hound plugged up, and large splashes of potent dogseed spilled out of her gaping hole.

Smirking to himself, Steele conjured his wand and waved it just above his receding cock. The oversized organ was instantly cleaned, Steele's excess seed that was originally clinging to it vanishing.

"Oh, that was fun, girls. But if you'll excuse me, I need to get going," Steele said. Sylvie and Dixie both moaned in response. Smiling at both of them in turn, Steele turned around, and started walking back towards the town. When he was a few feet away, he heard the two girls talking about him. Although he didn't have Sylvie's enhanced hearing, his ears were still sensitive enough to pick up their conversation.

"Man, he's such a great stud!" Dixie said.

"No need to tell me. Ooh, I can't wait for my heat to arrive and for him to give me another litter," Sylvie said, blushing madly as she imagined what her future would hold.

Steele grinned, and continued on. He headed down the streets of Nome, observing how many of the town's inhabitants were starting to go about their day. He saw a family in one garden as he passed, playing in a magical snowstorm that had been conjured in just their property. The mother was a pure white husky and her husband a tan chinook, but the six pups they were playing with, all of them roughly six years old, didn't look anything like the chinook, and instead had black fur and a distinct malamute appearance, and the boys had genitals that looked way too big for them.

The purebred Alaskan malamute just smirked as he watched his pups play about with their mother and her 'pathetic' husband (Steele's own words). He didn't really know the husky, only that she was called Sarah, and was four years older than him. He didn't even know what she had named their pups. All Steele cared about was that she was a bitch, and her heats are his to take.

A small throb in his sheath made Steele look down. His cock was peeking out of his white sheath, the red tip a stark contrast to a pure white background. Shaking his head, Steele moved on, before he got too horny.

He passed by many other families, most of them consisting of his pups, before finally reaching his home; a quaint, two-and-a-half-storey manor house near the town centre. Built in a Queen Anne Revival style, the house's exterior was made with robust wood coloured dark red, with white and pale green wooden beams outlining them. It also had multipitch roofs and several large windows, and a wraparound veranda. At the top of the house, on the front gable, was a small circular window, with a larger one at the back of the house, and a large Norman window on the right side of the house at the same height. Above the veranda, just below the roof, was a built-in balcony.

The house was also elevated above the ground, with a short set of steps leading up to the veranda, but instead of empty space below the house, there was instead concrete walls that people just _assumed_to hold a basement. The house was surrounded by a metal fence that was about waist high, which changed to a tall, wooden fence around the back of the house. Either side of the steps leading up to the veranda were lawns filled with flowers and bushes.

Steele walked up the steps and onto the veranda, before heading to the front door. He glanced around, before tapping the door handle. The door unlocked and gently opened itself, and Steele stepped inside.

Now he was standing inside his foyer, which was a rather large area of the main floor of the house. A large, ornate chandelier hung in the middle of the room. To his right was a door that led to a study that also worked as a library, while on his left was a wide, open doorway that led into his living-room, which was connected to the dining room, and just ahead of the malamute was a small sitting room that had a fireplace and a bookshelf. To the left of the sitting room was a hallway that led to another small sitting room with a doorway to the dining room, with a small set of steps going down to a small conservatory, which had a door leading to Steele's back garden. Just to the left of the small sitting area was the kitchen. The hallway also had a breakfast counter built into the wall, showing off the dining room, and a door next to it that went in.

"It's a nice house," Steele thought, as he walked to a flight of stairs just next to the door to the study, and walked up them to the landing halfway. "But it'll be better when Jen and I have our pups running around."

The malamute walked up the next set of stairs, which continued on his left, until he reached the next floor of the manor, with a mezzanine that looked over the foyer and sitting room (or, what could be seen of it from under the stairs). Placing his hand on the railing, Steele walked along the mezzanine floor, until he reached an alcove, with two doors facing each other.

Ignoring the door on the left (which led to a spare bedroom Steele mainly used as a personal gym), Steele opened the door on the right. Inside was a rather large bathroom. Steele flicked his hand at the light switch on the wall beside the door, causing the light to turn on.

Smiling, the malamute waved his hand at the shower, causing that to turn on as well. He stepped in, and sighed almost instantly when the water landed on his body. He could have stayed there for the rest of the day, but he knew he had things to do. So, he grabbed his soap and shampoo, and started using them to wash his body. He rubbed his hands all over his body to lather himself in soap; he even used magic to reach areas of his body that his hands couldn't.

Looking down after a few minutes of washing, Steele smirked at the sight of his completely erect cock. He always loved this part. Lathering up his hands with soap, Steele started rubbing them across his red shaft, spreading as much soap across it as he could. Every now and then he squeezed his knot, sending a jolt of pleasure through him.

Now that his cock was fully lathered in soap, Steele moved on to his balls. He ran his soapy hands over his giant scrotum, shivering at the almost tickling sensation. The malamute made sure to get every last inch of fur on his package covered in suds, before he was satisfied.

Washing off the suds, Steele admired his now cleaned body. He couldn't help but flex his arm and look at his muscular physique, as well as flex his dick. Chuckling, Steele turned off the shower, and stepped out onto the bathmat.

Looking around, Steele found the room had become covered in steam, with the surfaces coated in condensation. He quickly looked at the bathroom extractor fan and ventilation system, and realised he had forgotten to turn it on. Sighing, Steele just held up his hands, using his powers over ice to conjure a cold blast of air around him and dissipate the steam. For the condensation, Steele just conjured his wand and silently cast a Drought Charm to vanish it.

Once done, Steele flicked his hand at a nearby towel to pull it towards him. He then started drying off, massaging the towel against his body. When he had finished, he glanced at a mirror. His fur was sticking out in odd directions, or making him look fluffier and bigger than usual. He just shook his head and waved his wand by his head, making his fur turn as sleek and smooth as usual.

The malamute then walked out of the bathroom, tossing the towel in a washing hamper for now. He walked along the mezzanine until he reached the door to the master bedroom of the house - _his_bedroom.

Opening the door, Steele stepped inside. The bedroom was the largest one in the house. A walk-in closet was on Steele's immediate right when entering the door, with a fireplace next to it, while the bed was pushed against the middle of the wall to his left, with a footlocker in front of it. In the corner next to the bed was a desk littered with bits of paper, quills, inkpots, and books, while in the corner opposite the door was a full-length mirror. A chest of drawers was next to the mirror, opposite the bed. There were also two large windows, one directly opposite the door, and the other opposite the fireplace.

Steele strolled over to the drawers, and opened the top one. He rummaged about in it, before shutting it, not finding what he was after. He checked the next drawer down, but still didn't find what he wanted. The other drawers didn't have it either, although he did find his old journal in the bottom drawer.

Standing up, Steele went over to the door to his closet, and opened it to look inside. When he couldn't find what he wanted in their either, he angrily shut the door and slumped on his bed. He could have sworn he put it in his drawers, and failing that, in the closet. But his inability to find it clearly said otherwise.

The malamute suddenly sat up, realising something. Scrambling to his feet, Steele went to the footlocker, and knelt before it. He waved his hand before the trunk, causing the built-in locks to unlock, and the lid to open slightly. Opening the trunk fully, Steele rummaged through its contents, which were mainly spare bedsheets.

Finally, he grinned, standing up and holding the thing he had been searching for. He went over to his mirror and glanced at his reflection for a moment, before he looked at what he was holding in his hand.

It was a collar. It was made of handsome brown leather, and had golden, circular bumps running along it, and the latch and buckle were gold as well. The collar was the first prize Steele had won when he started professional running. To many, it would seem demeaning, or insulting, that the first-place prize, instead of a gold medal or trophy, was essentially an oversized necklace, but Steele cherished it, and has kept it ever since. While he didn't wear it constantly, he would put it on every now and then to remind himself why he was 'the best'.

Steele held the collar up, and placed it around his neck, before doing the latch up. He made sure to position the collar so that the latch was on his front, instead of at the back. He once again looked at his reflection, and grinned at the sight.

Now that he felt he was ready, Steele turned and left his room. On his way out, he glanced at a portrait that was hung up above the fireplace mantlepiece. It was a painting of him, in a reclining position, with one hand down at his crotch to prop up his large sheath. Like most pictures and paintings, the portrait was moving, with the Steele in the image glancing around, occasionally moving his hand to stroke his sheath and bollocks, and flicking his tail about.

Steele smiled at his portrait, and left the room, shutting the door behind him.

Exiting his house, Steele magically locked the door, and headed down the steps to the street. He looked around, and walked down the street, passing several other dogs on his way to the town centre.

When in the town centre, Steele headed over to a café called King's Buns. And there, to his satisfaction, was the woman who he had been trying to win the affections of ever since he first saw her: Jenna Crowe.

A slender husky around the same age as Steele, Jenna was quite possibly the most popular woman in town. She was friendly, caring, and always seemed to have a smile on her face. Steele always liked that about her. Along with her stunning red fur, and the soft cream colour her underbelly was, and her curled tail that did little to hide the succulent thighs and ass that had been the focus of many of Steele's dreams. She also wore an orange bandanna around her neck, but never explained its significance to anyone. Steele just assumed it was a family heirloom, but he honestly didn't care.

Jenna, like Steele, was also a powerful witch. She had graduated school with high marks, and proved herself to be very capable in most fields of magic. She had the powers of Empathy, allowing her to sense and feel the emotions of others, and, as a recent expansion, project and induce emotions onto others, Empathic Telepathy, her own touch-based form of telepathy that allows her to read thoughts via emotions, Emotional Energy Manipulation, meaning she can channel emotions into raw energy and then control it, Swirling, which meant she could teleport in a swirl of magical energy, Gravity Manipulation, giving her power over the force of gravity and the effects it causes, healing, which allows her to heal others of physical injuries or even poison, and Death Inducement, the power to cause other people to die. Of all her powers, though, Jenna rarely, if ever, used Death Inducement, reasoning that she wants to nurture and protect life, not destroy it, unless she has to.

"Jen! Sorry I took a while," Steele said, walking up to Jenna. She turned, and smiled at Steele.

"Hey, Steele. How are you?" she asked.

"Much better now that I've seen you," Steele said. He could tell Jenna was blushing at his remark. "How are you, though?" Steele asked.

"I've been better, truth be told," Jenna sighed. She and Steele both sat down at a table, and waiting for someone to take their orders. "My boss has been pushing me to answer more letters for the column, and my landlady has been suggesting that she'll be increasing my rent soon."

During Jenna's speech, Steele couldn't keep his eyes off of her breasts. Jenna was a well-endowed woman, with a pair of boobs that looked heavy and desperate to be manhandled. The malamute couldn't wait to see his pups nursing from those melons.

"If that does happen, I may have to move out of my apartment and back in with my mother and sister," Jenna continued, making Steele look up at her face.

"And you don't want to?" he asked.

"Not really. Don't get me wrong, I love my sister, but she can be..." Jenna began.

"A real handful?" Steele finished for her. Jenna eyed him.

"Yes," she replied.

Before Steele could say anything else, a waiter walked up to them.

"May I take your orders?" he asked.

"Two cappuccinos, please," Jenna said.

"But can you out some cinnamon in mine?" Steele asked. The waiter nodded, and walked off. "So, other than that, how's work going?" Steele asked.

"You know I love my job. I like helping people," Jenna said. She was an advice columnist in the local newspaper, the Nome Chronicle. While she wasn't the most popular columnist in the country, she had a decent following, and she gave wonderful advice.

"You have a gift for helping others, Jenna," Steele said. He grinned. "And it's not just your powers that do it, either."

"No, but they do help. It's easier for me to help people when I'm able to understand what they're feeling," Jenna said. She knew that Steele was interested in her, but she didn't know if she wanted to be with the malamute. Sure, he was handsome, powerful, strong, and had a very large cock, but Steele's personality always put her off. The fact that, whenever she was around him, she could always sense a deep lust for her from him didn't help matters.

But Jenna was wondering if she and Steele really should be together. There was only one person she felt could perhaps outrank Steele when it came to boyfriend material, but since he was no longer in Nome, her choices had been dwindling. Maybe Steele was the guy she's been waiting for.

Steele, unaware of Jenna's internal conflict, made to place his hand on hers, but she quickly pulled away before he got it. Disappointed, but not showing it, Steele looked around. There were other couples in the café, most of them ones that Steele had inserted himself into in order to breed the women. In fact, some of the women in the café were still pregnant with his pups.

A sense of pride washing over him, Steele looked back at Jenna, just as their drinks arrived and were placed on the table.

"Hey, if you ever need any help, you know you can call me, right?" Steele asked.

"I know, Steele. And I do appreciate the fact," Jenna said. She took a large gulp of her cappuccino.

For the next ten minutes, the two just sat and chatted with each other as they enjoyed their drinks. Steele was making a very conscious effort to not talk about himself and his achievements, trying very hard to make Jenna swoon for him. Jenna appreciated the effort, but her feelings about the malamute were still very complicated.

By the time they finished their drinks and paid, they both walked out of the café.

"Say, Jen, how about you come over to my place? We can maybe have a very meat-filled meal," Steele said, gently nudging his side against hers.

"Sorry, Steele, but I can't right now. I've got deadlines," Jenna said. She quickly walked off.

Steele watched the husky go, watching her shapely ass bounce in time with her steps, and couldn't help but feel deeply annoyed and disappointed. He knew Jenna wasn't lying, though, since her job was quite demanding on when she finishes her column in time for the next paper edition.

Giving an annoyed sigh, Steele walked off back home. On the way, he scratched at his ass, and, unable to help himself, gave himself a very hard slap on the butt. His sheath pulsed, and he gave a pleased moan, before walking on, continuing to spank himself.

The next morning, Steele woke up and found himself lying on the covers of his bed, his ass raised high in the air. Grumbling to himself, Steele lowered his rump so that he was lying flat on the bed, before rolling onto his side. He looked at the clock on his bedside table, and saw it was half past nine in the morning.

Sighing, Steele swung his legs around and sat up on the edge of the bed, only to wince in pain. He stood up, and, trying his best to ignore the pain in his rear, walked over to his bedroom mirror, before turning around to face away from it. He then glanced over his shoulder at his reflection. His ass looked normal, but when he lowered a hand to gently touch it, he gasped in pain.

That's when his memories of the previous night resurfaced in his head. Before going to bed, he ended up needing to relieve some sexual tension, and used magic to rub and squeeze his massive cock. At the same time, to give himself more pleasure, he'd wound up slapping his butt as hard as he could for the entire time, before finally climaxing, and, exhausted, collapsing on his bed in the same position he eventually woke up in, his ass stinging like crazy thanks to his rampant spanks.

Thankful that his black-and-white fur masked what he was sure would still be a pair of cherry-red ass cheeks, Steele made his way out of his room and downstairs to the kitchen. Once there, he made to open the door to the freezer section of the fridge-freezer, but reconsidered, and instead went over to one of the cupboards opposite it, and pulled down a small bottle with a light-yellow liquid inside.

A couple minutes later, Steele was in his bathroom, running a bath, and having made sure to turn on the ventilation system and extractor fan. When the bath was at a reasonable level, Steele turned off the water, before adding the yellow liquid to it. The water frothed and bubbled for a moment, as if boiling over, before returning to its prior state.

Smiling, Steele got in the bath. The moment his rump touched the water, he gave a very content sigh, relief washing over him as all sense of pain vanished from his rear. The malamute relaxed, laying down in the bath until just his head was above the water surface. He closed his eyes, intending on just soaking in the tub for a few minutes.

A little after, movement got Steele's attention. Opening his eyes, the malamute turned his head to look at his side. He sat upright instantly, his eyes wide with shock and delight, when he saw Jenna, lying on the floor, looking at him.

"J-Jenna! What are you doing here?" Steele asked.

"Oh, you know. I felt a little...hot and lonely, this morning. So I came over here. I figured you wouldn't mind helping me out," Jenna said, smiling at Steele. She was lying in a reclining position, with one leg raised slightly, showing off her mound.

"You know I'd love to help you, Jen...but why now?" Steele asked.

"Isn't it obvious, Steele? I've been waiting for the perfect moment. And now...well, there's no better time than when I'm in heat," Jenna replied.

A smirk appeared on Steele's lips, and he practically jumped out of the bath. Ignoring the water that just splashed everywhere, or his own soaking wet fur, Steele went up to Jenna, who moved so she was instead lying on her back, her legs spread to give Steele complete access to her. Almost immediately, the malamute's cock was completely erect, its throbbing, leaking tip pointing directly at Jenna's waiting mound.

"Well, come on, then, stud. This belly isn't going to fill itself with your pups, is it?" the rust-and-cream-furred husky asked.

"Oh, don't you worry, Jenna. I'll make sure to pump you full of pups," Steele said. He made to thrust his hips into Jenna's.

Steele's eyes suddenly snapped open, and he lashed his arms and legs out wildly for a second, before stilling and holding onto the bath's edges. He looked around, calming down. He was still in the bath, soaked head to toe in lukewarm water. There was no sign of Jenna, or any indication she had been there at all.

"It...it was just a dream?" Steele thought, immensely disappointed. He glanced at the empty bottle he had placed on the bathroom sink. "That's the trouble with Soothing Potions. They make you so relaxed, you end up falling asleep if you use too much," the purebred remembered.

Carefully, Steele got out of the bath, pulling the plug out in the process. He shook his body for a second, sending water flying in every direction, before conjuring his wand and casting a spell to dry himself and the room instantly.

Once done, Steele walked out of the bathroom, not caring about the fact that he was half hard. He went downstairs to the kitchen again, this time opening the fridge and pulling out a cereal bar. Unwrapping it, Steele took a bite, and grimaced for a second. They weren't his favourite, but it's better than nothing.

When he was done eating, and had thrown away the rubbish, Steele headed to the front door and left the house. He felt like having a walk in the town, and potentially scout out some bitches to breed.

He ended up wandering around the town for about three hours, enjoying the day and the slightly chilly breeze on his naked body. He had come across two bitches who were in heat, and gladly bred them, all the while ignoring their husbands' pleas to give them a chance to breed their mates themselves.

Steele smirked at the memories, while his cock, still partially hard, throbbed and leaked a few large globs of cum. He shook his head, and walked on. He wanted to go into the town centre to check out a few shops and the local market to see if there was anything he needed or fancied, before heading home to brew some potions.

But when he turned the corner to head into the town centre, he ended up bumping into someone.

"Hey, buddy, watch it!" Steele snapped, before he got a look at the person.

"I'm not the one walking around with his head in the clouds." Steele made to growl in annoyance, but stopped when he finally looked at the dog in front of him. He couldn't believe his eyes, seeing before him the one person he thought he would never see again.

Balto Salvatore, his old classmate and the current Heart of Magic.

Balto was the most powerful wizard in history. As possessor of the Heart of Magic, the very source of magic itself, he was more powerful than anyone else in the world, able to use any power or cast any spell he desired, and even proved to be even stronger than any of the Heart's previous possessors. He was also a wolf-dog - half Siberian husky, half Alaskan wolf - which was evident from his rough, unkempt brown fur, scruffy tail that didn't curl like that of a husky, and wolfen facial markings. The fact Balto was a wolf-dog didn't bother Steele much, though.

Unlike Steele, who chose to remain in Nome, Balto had decided, upon finishing school, to travel the world and learn about other cultures and magic. Most in Nome were sad to see him leave, even though he did mention he would return after a few years, but Steele was delighted, as it meant his rival would be out of the picture.

"B-Balto!" Steele exclaimed, looking at the wolf-dog before him.

"Hello, Steele. Long time no see, huh?" Balto asked, smiling at the malamute.

"What are you doing here?" Steele asked, trying to look more dignified. He didn't like that he was having to look up slightly at Balto; back when they were in school, Steele was always either just as tall as Balto, or slightly taller, but now Balto's height of six foot six made him taller than Steele by a couple inches, considering Steele was only six foot one.

"Well, my world tour ended a couple days ago, and I decided to come back to Nome. Currently looking for somewhere to put my new house," Balto replied. He looked around. "This place hasn't changed much since I was last here, though. Still, how's your life been, Steele?"

"It, er...it's been great," Steele answered. He shook his head. "Wait, 'somewhere to put your new house'? You need permission from the Council to do that!"

"Oh, I've already got permission. It was one of the first things I did when I got back to Alaska," Balto said. He waved his hand, conjuring a slip of paper in a yellow glow. He held it out to Steele, who looked at it. Like Balto said, it was a permit from the American Council of Magic that allowed him to build one new house wherever he wanted in Nome.

"Okay, so you got permission. But why are you looking here?" Steele asked.

"Well, why not?" Balto countered.

"Because this is the town centre!" Steele said. Balto raised an eyebrow, and Steele sighed. "Look, Balto, I know we didn't exactly get along in school..."

"You tried to get me expelled because you didn't like the fact I was better at magic," Balto said pointedly.

"Yeah, well, that's in the past," Steele said, shrugging. "Be glad my parents pretty much forced me to use a Reducing Charm at school, or I'd have been flaunting these bad boys to make up for it," he added, shaking his hips to make his genitals wobble. Balto eyed them for a moment, and Steele could have sworn he saw him roll his eyes in an evidently dismissive manner. "Anyway, as I was saying, we didn't get along in school, sure, but I know that your family is still one of the oldest and prestigious ones in town. I mean, yeah, your parents still live on the town outskirts in a house made from an abandoned boat, but they still are respected around town."

"My dad's side of the family is one of the oldest and prestigious in the town, Steele. My mother was a 'forest dweller' until she met my dad, as you liked to remind me practically every week," Balto said.

"Was I wrong, though? And you're right. Your dad could have just used his name to get any desirable bitch in town to marry him, and he instead went with some w...olf he met in the forest. I'm surprised he wasn't made an outcast because of it," Steele said, after quickly changing words midsentence.

"I'm going to pretend I didn't sense you were going to insult my mother, and instead ask if this is going anywhere," Balto said, crossing his arms across his bare chest.

"Look, all I'm saying is that, surely it would be better for you to build your new home where most of the other 'old homes' are? Like down Forest Lane," Steele said.

"Isn't your house located on Forest Lane?" Balto asked.

"Yeah, number fifty-seven..." Steele began. "Hey, don't get any ideas, mutt. I'm not saying you should build your house next to mine."

"Wasn't planning on it, so don't you worry," Balto said, grinning. "Besides, Forest Lane may be a nice place to build a home, but that's the problem, Steele. It's just filled with fancy homes. I don't want to add another to it. And I like Aurora Avenue, so I'm sticking with here," he added.

"Suit yourself. If you want to be woken up to people rushing about, that's up to you," Steele said.

"I've heard worse, believe me," Balto said. Steele eyed him up. "And if it does get too much, that's nothing a little Soundproofing Charm won't fix," Balto added. Steele couldn't help but nod in agreement. "Well, hope your day goes well, Steele. Would love to stay and chat some more, but I've got a house to make," Balto said, turning to face away from Steele.

Steele continued to look at the wolf-dog, before he turned and walked off. He gave one last look back at Balto, and muttered, "Freak." With that, he left the town centre and went home.

Balto shook his head, before he tapped on a watch-like device attached to his left wrist by a brown strap. It suddenly turned on, with purple swirls moving fluidly appearing on the circular screen.

"Took you a while, sir. I was beginning to think you had forgotten about me." The voice of Balto's AI assistant, MISSI, was a welcome sound to Balto's ears.

"Don't worry, that won't happen. You've been a massive help since I made you, so I'm not likely to forget about you," Balto said. He looked ahead of him, at two houses. "MISSI, can you remember the house plans?"

"Yes, sir. But I don't think this location is a suitable site," MISSI replied.

"Nonsense, it'll be fine," Balto said.

"Sir, the plans for the house include grounds that extend a quarter of a square mile, and you are hardly going to fit that here without rearranging the entire street," MISSI replied.

"The grounds won't be a problem, MISSI, trust me," Balto said.

"I fail to see how, sir," MISSI said.

"It'll be fine. Just pop up an overlay on the screen right in front of me to show where the house is going to be," Balto said.

"Very well," MISSI said, resigned.

To Balto, on a holographic screen in front of his face that only he could see, thanks to MISSI, two lines appeared, each cutting through the houses in front of him.

"Right. Now I know how wide the house will be. All I need to do is shift everything either side to make room. I'll just add a bit more space on both sides, give some room - kinda like an alley either side of the house," Balto said.

"Ah, I see now. You're going to make the grounds just a little wider than the house on the outside, but the interior dimensions are going to be larger, correct?" MISSI asked.

"Exactly. Glad you caught on," Balto said, smiling. He held his hands up before him, and slowly moved them apart.

The two houses in front of him started to shift to the side, creating a gap between them. The gap got wider and wider, Balto keeping up his magical alterations.

After a few seconds, Balto lowered his hands. By now, the newly formed gap between the houses was wide enough to fit another house very comfortably, with room to spare either side.

"Well, that's the area sorted. Now, how did you intend on making the actual house? Simply conjuring it, fully constructed? Or making it piece by piece?" MISSI asked.

"Conjuring it all in one go is no fun. I'll just have it build itself," Balto said.

"Yes, that's obviously the best method," MISSI replied, her voice clearly holding some form of sarcasm.

"It's the way I want to make it, and that should be enough," Balto said. He held up his hand, conjuring his wand. Grinning, the wolf-dog pointing his wand at the gap, and flicked it forwards.

Magical energy, fluid yet fire-like, coloured all the colours of the rainbow, began to swirl around in the gap, before becoming a giant vortex of colour. Inside, the foundation of a building appeared, followed by panels of wood as they flew around as if in a whirlwind, before shooting into place.

Slowly, inside the magical vortex, a house was being built by itself. It was almost like watching a building getting torn apart in a hurricane in reverse, with the pieces being blown into shape rather than ripped apart.

A few minutes later, the swirls of magic grew more erratic and faster in movement, before dissipating. In its place stood a tall, grand manor house, with two gaps either side of it that could easily fit two people side-by-side between the homes to its left and right. Victorian in style, the newly formed manor was three storeys tall, and made of a robust wood, coloured a light red, with white and black beams surrounding the walls. The roofs were tiled black, while the front of the house had two large windows, with stained glass bordering their upper panes.

Much like Steele's home, the house was elevated above the ground, but unlike Steele's house, Balto's had about two or three feet of bricks beneath it. A porch, around five feet long, sat on the left-hand side of the house's front, with stone steps leading up to it, with a balcony above the porch acting as its roof. The right of the house extended out a little beyond the reach of the porch, but not the steps leading up to it.

Around the back right side of the house sat a conservatory, a semi-hexagonal area of the house halfway down the side of the house, with many windows with stained glass borders, and two doors leading out into what will be the back yard, and one door that led to a second, smaller porch that extended to the front of the house. The roof of the conservatory was pitched similarly to the roofs of the rest of the house, and similarly tiled black.

Balto grinned, before he raised his hand and snapped his fingers, causing a small flare of magical energy to appear for a second before dissipating. A wooden fence, around waist high, erupted out of the ground in bursts of magic, forming the perimeter of the house's grounds, with a gate at the front. As the fence went around the side of the house, it got close that it appeared to be just a few inches from the walls, while around the back, the fence became taller, and made of bricks.

Still grinning, Balto walked up to the fence, before entering the gate. He shut it behind him, and looked around. Considering the manor had only just been built, the grounds were quite bare in appearance, and smaller than Balto wanted. Fortunately, Balto knew how to rectify those problems.

The wolf-dog held his hands up to his chest, a ball of magical energy forming above them. Lifting his hands up to his face, Balto gently blew on the magical energy. The energy turned into a semi-transparent, rainbow-coloured mist that enveloped the entire area.

Everything flashed a bright white for a moment. Once it had cleared, the grounds had become lush with grass and plants. A rose bush was blooming underneath the front window of the manor, while flower beds were growing in areas scattered around. But the biggest change was the size of the manor's grounds. Originally just a little wider than the house, and around fifteen feet longer at the front, the grounds were now easily a quarter of a square mile in size, with the manor just off the centre and closer to the front fence.

And yet, from outside the manor's grounds, they appeared to be the size they were before Balto's magical change. The wolf-dog smirked, as he walked up to the front porch, silently congratulating himself on successfully constructing a house and expanding the grounds to his desired size without causing the rest of the town's layout to be changed drastically, increasing the internal dimensions within the surrounding fences, while leaving the external appearance unchanged.

"It's not too dissimilar to using an Undetectable Extension Charm," he thought to himself. He walked up the porch steps, and stood in front of the manor's entrance, a pair of handsome wooden doors with windows in their top half, with the same stained-glass borders as the other windows. The glass inside the border was frosted to make it opaque, and prevent people from peering in easily.

Smiling, Balto placed a hand on one of the door handles. Immediately, both doors swung open for him by themselves, as though the house itself was eager for him to finally enter and claim it as his own home. Chuckling, Balto walked into the house, entering a sizeable foyer, already decorated and furnished, with a soft rug on the floor, and an ornate table and mirror sat just to the left of the door. Next to the table was a small nook with a window, with a built-in sofa, and comfortable looking cushions. Ahead, the foyer opened up to a large central room, with a stairwell in the corner with two landings, with a window on the first landing, a table in the middle-left of the room, and a couch just out of sight from the foyer, with a coffee table before it.

Looking to his right, Balto saw a large double doorway leading into a rather large, and well-furnished, living-room, with a fireplace opposite him, already with a fire crackling away. There were two more doorways in the living-room, one a double doorway that led to the central area, and another single door near it that led into the conservatory. A tall, glass cabinet sat in between the two doors, filled with knickknacks and photos.

Across the central room was a large dining room, with cupboards in the corner, a set of drawers at the back underneath a window, and a long, mahogany table with eight chairs around it. In the far-left corner sat a door leading into a very small hallway that was only big enough to fit one cabinet inside, with two cupboards above it, which led into the kitchen, while the right of the dining room opened up into the conservatory.

Balto smiled, before he looked at the front doors. They closed by themselves.

The next day brought with it a rather sunny morning. Steele woke up with a grin, knowing exactly what that day would bring. Getting out of bed and stretching, the malamute went through his usual morning routine, although he mainly focused on washing his genitals when in the shower.

By the time Steele was sorted and ready to leave his house, it was already nine o'clock. Steele gave a low _growl_in annoyance - he was half an hour late. No matter, though; he still had another half hour before Sylvie would need to call him.

Just thinking about Sylvie made Steele's dick throb in his sheath, while his orbs suddenly felt larger and heavier than before. The malamute gave a soft, slow stroke along his white orbs, before, with clear reluctance on his face, conjuring his wand and waving it at his crotch.

At once, his genitals shrank down. His nuts were now the size of grapefruits, at four inches, while his sheath barely reached his bellybutton.

Steele didn't particularly _want_to use the Reducing Charm, but he knew how much Sylvie liked watching his dick grow into the tower of meat she had become so used to. And if it meant making the heated bitch more willing to breed, than Steele would do it.

Sighing, Steele walked out the house.

He headed down a few streets, walking through the town centre. Practically all his mind focused on was his upcoming breeding session. He was so focused that he completely missed the husky couple he passed, the male pushing the woman against the wall of a building and fucking her hard, breeding her fertile pussy. Had Steele noticed, he would have thrown the other man aside and taken the bitch himself.

The malamute was snapped out of his thoughts when he spotted a familiar rust-and-cream husky up ahead. Figuring he had enough time (and that Sylvie would understand if he ended up being late), Steele made to walk up to Jenna, but stopped when he noticed who she was talking to.

"Balto," Steele gritted, seeing the familiar scruffy brown fur of his least favourite wolf-dog. What was he_doing, talking to Jenna? Steele breathed deeply, calming down. Surely, _surely, it was just them catching up after so long. Steele refused to believe there was any possibility of Jenna being swayed to be with the wolf-dog over him.

Unable, and unwilling, to watch Balto and Jenna talk, and not wanting to insert himself in the conversation, Steele walked on, taking a slightly longer route to his destination than he originally wanted to. He could have just Apparated or Flashed or Gleamed, but Steele wanted to use the opportunity to surprise Sylvie.

By the time he reached his intended destination, a small, enclosed alleyway just off the street Sylvie and Dixie lived on, he knew he was five minutes late. But then he got confused. Hadn't he told Sylvie to call him if he wasn't there within an hour?

Waving his hand by his side, Steele conjured his phone from the pocket dimension he kept it in. Looking at the screen, he saw he didn't have any messages or missed calls.

Still confused, Steele put his phone back in its pocket dimension, making it look like it was being split into tiny pieces that were sucked into a vortex, before he walked around the corner and into the alleyway.

Sylvie was there, like he expected. But Steele was surprised to find Balto there as well.

"Oh, hey, Steele," Balto said, looking over at Steele.

"Didn't I just see you talking to Jenna?" Steele asked, pointing at Balto.

"Maybe. But I've been talking to Sylvie for the past half hour," Balto replied, shrugging.

"Talking about what?" Steele asked.

"Well, you, mainly. I forgot to ask what it was you did for a living when we bumped into each other yesterday, so I decided to ask around. Sylvie told me everything," Balto said. He looked at Steele with a grin, adding, "I'll admit, becoming a professional runner was something I saw you doing, but I didn't expect to find out you've also been slutting about the town."

"I'm not 'slutting about', Balto," Steele snarled.

"Uh-huh, sure," Balto said, although it was clear he didn't believe it.

"Anyway, what are you doing here, Steele?" Sylvie asked, turning her head to look at Steele.

"We agreed to meet up, remember?" Steele said in a low growl.

"W-we did?" Sylvie asked.

"Yeah, we did, so I can help sort out that heat of yours," Steele said. He looked at Balto. "So how about you piss off and I can do my thing?" Although Steele phrased it as a question, it was clear from his tone he intended for it to be taken as an order.

"I would, but I'm not done here," Balto said, crossing his arms.

"And I say you are," Steele said. He practically pushed himself between Balto and Sylvie.

"What's with the Reducing Charm? You pretty much implied you only used it when your parents made you," Balto said.

"Because Sylvie likes watching my cock grow, don't ya, babe?" Steele asked, looking directly at Sylvie's face. She nodded. "See? Now scram!" Steele practically yelled, turning his head to look at Balto. The wolf-dog stood his ground, and it irritated Steele to no end. Why couldn't Balto be like the other men in town and just obey his orders?

Before Steele could say or do anything else to try and get Balto to leave, the hybrid smirked, and said, "Well, if you're going to remove that Reducing Charm, then maybe I should do the same."

"What's with this guy?" Steele thought, looking at Balto as though he had grown another head. Blinking rapidly for a second, Steele said, "What are you blabbering on about now?"

"Oh, not much. Just figured that maybe we could do a little size comparing. And maybe let Sylvie see all the merchandise before she makes her...purchase," Balto said.

"What?" Sylvie was confused.

Steele glanced down at Balto's crotch, and his face showed how unimpressed he was. Balto's balls were dangling heavily in his light-furred sack, both clearly six inches in size, while his similarly coloured sheath was pointing up a few inches above his bellybutton. A large size, for definite, but Steele knew it would pale in comparison to his true size.

"I don't need to compare sizes with _you_to know that I'm bigger," the malamute huffed.

"Hey, I'm in the same state you're in, Steele. Can hardly compare sizes when we're both not at full size, can we?" Balto asked.

"A few inches ain't going to change anything, Bingo," Steele said.

"Balto," Balto replied tersely.

"Whatever," Steele said, waving his hand in the air dismissively.

"So you don't want to go through with it? What's the matter, Steele? Scared you'll not outmatch me again?" Balto asked, deliberately playing on Steele's pride.

Steele clenched his fist, anger rising up in him. Ice started cracking around his hand, before he turned to face Balto.

"If I agree to this, and prove that I'm still bigger, will you please piss off once we're done?" he asked.

"Sure. But I think we should let Sylvie decide who breeds her once we're ready," Balto said.

"We already know who she's going to choose, wolf-dog. I'll give you a hint: he's not you," Steele said.

"T-that's not really a hint. That's just stating something outright," Sylvie pointed out.

"Considering how dense he seems to be since he came back here, I think he'll learn to appreciate it," Steele said, grinning at Balto. He just stared back coldly for a moment. "So, are we doing this or what?" Steele asked.

"Fine, Steele," Balto said, conjuring his wand. Steele did the same. "You first," Balto said.

"Oh, no, Balto. We're doing it at the same time," Steele said. He pointed his wand at his crotch, and Balto did the same. They then both looked at Sylvie. Confused for a moment, Sylvie quickly caught on what they wanted her to do.

"On three, then. One. Two. Three!" she announced.

"Finite!" Steele and Balto both said. The moment the incantation for the General Counter-Spell left their lips, the effects took place. Steele gave a content sigh as his balls and sheath began growing, increasing in size and weight until they were their usual size. He happily shook his hips for a second, making his nuts bounce around, before looking at Balto, expecting to find the wolf-dog having barely grown.

But to Steele's surprise and horror, Balto was still growing in size. He had already surpassed Steele's size by a considerable amount, yet it seemed to just never end. Twice as big, then three times! Balto had already shifted so that his balls continued to grow behind him, while his sheath, now so long and heavy that it was half his height, was leaning forwards and almost pointing directly at Steele.

On and on Balto continued to grow, leaving Steele and Sylvie to both watch in stunned silence. Once Balto had finished growing, he gave a very content sigh as he leaned back against his bollocks, arms crossed. He glanced over at Steele, and asked, "Still sure you're bigger than me?"

Steele felt like his jaw had dropped to the ground. He just stared at Balto in complete disbelief. The wolf-dog's sheath alone was easily eight feet long, and four feet wide, while his orbs were a massive ten feet in diameter each! Steele gave a glance down at his own genitals, and couldn't help but whimper, suddenly feeling incredibly inadequate now he was presented with this new, much more imposing size. His formerly unequalled package was just a twig with a pair of pebbles, when compared to Balto's oak tree and boulders.

Just like Steele, Sylvie was staring at Balto and his massive equipment, but instead of shock and horror, she was surprised and delighted. She thought Steele was the best male she's been with, but she reckoned if Balto knew how to use that thing even halfway decently, he'd be much better than Steele at his finest.

Balto gave a very smug smirk as he looked at Steele. Steele blinked rapidly a few times, hoping - praying - that he was seeing things. But to his dismay, Balto was still standing before him with a set of genitals that looked like they'd be too big for even a giant. Starting to get unsettled at the sight, and of Balto's smug smirk, Steele turned to Sylvie, trying to restore at least some of his dignity.

"Come on, Sylvie, let's get out of here. You still want some hard Steele ploughing you, right?" he asked, grabbing Sylvie's hand and making to walk off.

"Oh, but, Steele...don't you think Balto's much better? I mean, look at him!" Sylvie said, her eyes firmly locked on Balto's sheath.

"Honestly, I'm trying to look anywhere _but_at him," Steele muttered. He didn't care that the other two could hear him, and made to walk on, still holding Sylvie's hand.

"Ah, ah! I think Sylvie's made her choice, Steele. And for once, it isn't you," Balto said. As if to reinforce his point, Sylvie wrenched her hand free of Steele's, and walked closer to Balto.

"You can't seriously be thinking of having him fucking you!" Steele said, outraged.

"And why can't I?" Sylvie snapped back, with a surprising amount of bite in her voice. Steele looked at her in complete shock, never having seen her so angered.

"Sylvie, I..."

"Oh, face it, Steele. We've finally found the one person who can outmatch you," Sylvie said. She turned to look at Balto, who just smirked.

"Sure that you'll be able to take me? I can assure you that I'm nothing like Steele," Balto said.

"Believe me, I'm counting on it," Sylvie replied. She rubbed a hand on Balto's sheath, and was delighted when _feet_of cock jutted out of it.

"Well, in that case...care to see the whole package before you buy it?" Balto asked. Sylvie nodded enthusiastically, and Balto waved his hand by his head. The sound of wind rustling could be heard, followed by a bright, white light that made Steele look away and have to shield his eyes.

When the light dissipated, Steele dared to look over at the wolf-dog, and his jaw dropped. Before him stood the largest cock he had ever seen in his life! Balto's dick could only be described as legendary. A throbbing, red tower of flesh, the wolf-dog's massive member _easily_stood twenty-nine feet and three inches tall. And at six feet wide, the entire shaft was almost as thick as Steele was tall!

And that was to say nothing of the succulent knot sitting at the base. Three-foot wide spherical bulges sitting on either side of Balto's cock, it was clear that the hybrid's knot was twelve feet thick. How could anyone even hope to take that beast? Steele was ashamed to admit he felt his tail-hole puckering at the thought.

The malamute shook his head, trying to get those thoughts and images out of his head. Sure, in his younger years, he did have a slight submissive streak to those he deemed 'worthy', but he had built up a reputation of being the most dominant man in the town. He couldn't risk losing that now!

During Steele's mental turmoil and processing of the recent events, Sylvie had made her move on Balto. She had already licked and kissed all over Balto's tip, resulting in her getting a face full of a drop of Balto's pre, the size of it matching up to half of Steele's actual loads. The taste, she was also happy to discover, was much more different to Steele's, a more bittersweet taste, with an exotic feel to it.

But now that she had a taste, she wanted the full meal. Smiling up at Balto, Sylvie moved so she was on all fours, her tail raised as she showed off her heat-swollen folds to the wolf-dog, and his massive erection.

When Sylvie was in position, she shuffled back slightly until her folds were gently brushing against Balto's cock. Despite the fact that the tip was easily wider than her own hips, Sylvie didn't have even a flicker of fear in her.

Two small portals, shaped like eyes with solid blue colouring inside, mixing with purple swirls and streaks, had opened up just behind Sylvie, and Balto's hands emerged, gripping at the Afghan's hips. Sylvie jumped in surprise at Balto's touch, but didn't have time to dwell on it, as Balto immediately pulled back on her.

Sylvie's yelp of pleasure and surprise, followed by the loudest schlick that he had ever heard, made Steele snap out of his daze. His eyes widened when he saw Sylvie, stretched around Balto's tip, already filling her far wider than Steele's own cock ever could.

Balto gave a quick smirk over at Steele, before he tensed his legs and tightened his grip on Sylvie. His cock was an arrow, intending on fully hitting its mark, and therefore making his body the crossbow. Suddenly, the tension was released, and Balto's cock was fired forwards hard enough to force another dozen feet inside Sylvie's pussy. The wolf-dog then set up a steady rhythm, pulling and pushing Sylvie to and fro, while also thrusting his hips forward and back, thoroughly rearranging Sylvie's entire body so that it would only feel him. Her womb was just a cavern at this point, and his cock the raider, ready to plunder its depths and take the treasure within.

Steele shook his head, before he marched forward, saying, "All right, fun's over! Get off of her, now!"

"Naw, what's the point? Even if I did, Sylvie's already too far gone for you to make a difference," Balto said.

"I'll find a spell, or a potion, or..._something_to fix this, you mark my words!" Steele said. He was now standing right next to Balto. Unfortunately for him, standing so close to the wolf-dog, during the middle of him fucking a bitch, meant being in range for Balto's musk to practically envelop his nose. "You...you can't just...turn up here...and ruin my plans...for the day..." Steele uttered, his mind starting to go hazy.

"Oh, I think someone's getting jealous," Balto said. It was rather commendable how skilled Balto clearly was, able to hold a conversation with someone while stuffing another to the brim.

"J-jealous?! I'm not jealous of you!" Steele snapped.

"Not of me, Steele - well, not just_of me - but of _Sylvie," Balto said, pulling out a hand from one of his portals to grab Steele's face and turn it to look to his side. He could see Balto's cock, and at the end of it, Sylvie's flailing legs, wagging tail, and massively stretched out mound. As much as Steele didn't want to admit it, he didn't know which sight was turning him on more, Sylvie's cunt, or Balto's cock.

Steele jumped when he felt a hand slowly stroke at his cock, and quickly looked down. Balto was gently running a finger across the malamute's dick, and it made Steele back up, physically repulsed. He didn't even realise he was erect!

"Oh, don't be like that, Steele. You can say it - you like this," Balto said, grinning.

"S-shut up! I just...haven't been able to get off since I smelled Sylvie's heat, that's all!" Steele snapped back. But despite his assertive tone, deep down he wasn't sure if it was true. And judging by Balto's annoying smirk, Steele felt that the wolf-dog knew as well.

Not wanting to look at Balto any longer, Steele turned around, facing away from him and Sylvie. He could still hear them, though; the loud, wet sounds of Sylvie's cunt squishing and clenching around the wolf-dog's throbbing monster, her vocal exclamations of her pleasure, and Balto's grunts and growls in response. Steele refused to admit they were working to increase his arousal.

"I just...gotta jerk off. Maybe if I do, this will all turn out to be a bad dream. Yeah, it must be!" Steele thought. He moved his hands down to his cock and began rubbing at it and his knot. "When I cum, I'll wake up, with Sylvie around my dick," Steele mentally reassured himself.

He was already quite close to orgasm, which he took as further proof he was in a sex-induced dream. But to speed it up, and hopefully end this nightmare, Steele moved a hand to his backside, rubbing his cock with his other hand faster to compensate. He gave one of his ass cheeks a quick rub and squeeze, before readying himself. He lifted his hand, and brought it crashing back down on his ass with a loud slap! The rush of pain and pleasure caused his cock and balls to throb and spasm, a large glob of pre-cum erupting from his tip.

But then a much louder, much more forceful slap sounded out, sounding more like a large piece of rubber snapping in half. Whipping his head around, Steele half-expected to see Sylvie now pressed up against Balto's knot. However, she was barely around three-quarters of his shaft, with just under two feet still to go before the knot.

The source of the loud slap was made apparent a second later, when Balto raised a hand from his own ass, and slammed it back down with tremendous force. The effect was instant, as Sylvie was pulled back and Balto thrust forwards hard enough to shove just under half of his knot inside. Sylvie had given up trying to stay conscious, instead opting to just let her instincts and pleasure take over, and mindlessly blubbered and hugged the bulge Balto's cock was making in her.

Steele turned back around, and started masturbating furiously. He needed to climax at this point. Watching Balto spanking himself and causing Sylvie to take even more of his mighty tower was going too far. Whatever had caused this nightmare, Steele was certain he'd make it pay once he woke up. After finishing up with Sylvie, of course.

A few seconds later, Steele gave himself one last spank, and howled as his balls convulsed. Hot, creamy _spurts_of cum shot up through his cock and out onto the floor before him. Steele just stood where he was, riding out his orgasm, occasionally thrusting his hips forwards.

Once his orgasm was over, Steele opened his eyes and looked down. To his confusion, he was still standing alone, with a large puddle of his cum before him.

"S-shouldn't that have woken me up?" he asked himself.

"Unless, of course, you're not_dreaming._" Steele whipped around, ignoring the few flecks of cum that went flying off his wet cock.

Balto was still in the alleyway, with his genitals the same ginormous size as before, and with Sylvie still stretched across his cock and part of his knot. The wolf-dog was leaning against his enormous balls, resting his chin on the back of one of his hands. The other hand was still inserted in a portal, gripping at Sylvie's hips and tugging at her while he continued to thrust against her.

"Oh, don't look so surprise, Steele. Surely you remember I'm telepathic and Empathic, right?" Balto asked, projecting the thought into Steele's mind. Steele growled, before angrily pointing at Balto.

"Stay out of my head, weirdo," he gritted.

"Don't worry, Steele. There's not much of interest to me in there, anyway," Balto replied, smirking. He turned his full attention back to Sylvie, and asked, "Ready to take the whole thing?" He only got a pleasured squeal in response, but it was enough.

Steadying himself, Balto put his other hand back into a portal to grip at Sylvie's other hip, and pulled back with all his strength. At the same time, he pushed himself forward as much as he could. The force made Sylvie cry out to the sky, while Balto growled with clenched teeth.

POP!

The sound made Steele's ears droop. The final proof that Sylvie's cunt was now Balto's, forever his to use and abuse as much as he wanted.

Now bound to Sylvie thanks to his bulging bulb and her vaginal muscles, Balto hugged Sylvie closer to him. She was still panting and whimpering mindlessly, the pleasure too much for her to handle. The wolf-dog gave a long stroke across Sylvie's body, starting from her ass and up to her neck, before placing his index and middle finger on her temple.

Sylvie's eyes suddenly snapped wide open, and her jaw dropped at the sight of her stretched body, all thanks to Balto's cock.

"W-wow... That's..." was as far as she was able to speak, before Balto started thrusting against her. Moaning, yelping, and yipping in bliss, Sylvie felt her vagina and uterus bear the brunt of Balto's powerful movements. "Oh, God, you're practically tearing my womb apart!"

"Don't worry, babe. I won't do any permanent damage. Not when I've got other things in mind with that belly of yours," Balto said. Sylvie chuckled, which quickly changed to a choked groan when Balto gave another hard thrust.

"Mm! Oh, Balto, please! Cum inside me! Fill me with your seed! I want your puppies in me!" the Afghan Hound shouted.

"Sure you want my pups, and not Steele's?" Balto asked. He glanced over at Steele, who was now standing and staring at the two, anger clear on his face.

"NO! He's a runt compared to you! Just fucking fill me up! You've already coated my womb in pre, so you might as well go the whole way!" Sylvie moaned.

"Heh, good point. Well, get ready, cause I'm not going to hold any of it back," Balto said. He flashed a quick grin over at Steele, before giving one last, might thrust.

SPLURRRRRRT!

Steele doubted that even the most powerful of Quietening Charms could have diminished the sound of Balto seeding his new bitch. He just watched in disbelief as Sylvie wailed and moaned before Balto, all the while he filled her fertile cunt and womb with potent seed. Her tight pussy squeezed down around the humongous dick inside her, milking the wolf-dog for all he was worth.

And Balto's balls were certainly worth a_lot_. Steele watched helplessly as those brown mountains pulsed and clenched in time with every loud splurt and squirt that sounded, filling Sylvie to the brim with cum.

Sylvie was already stuffed to bursting with Balto's cock, but each spurt of cum came with enough force that they bulged in her belly, which only grew larger and rounder with every shot. The Afghan Hound watched in amazement, tail wagging, as her stomach started swelling bigger and bigger every second, slowly forming into a round ball that encompassed Balto's bulging cock. Not a drop escaped the wet seal that was Balto's knot.

On and on Balto's orgasm went, far outstripping Steele's own. The malamute couldn't take his eyes off the sight, no matter how much he wanted to.

But after twenty minutes, it was over. With one last powerful splurt, Balto's orgasm dwindled. The wolf-dog held Sylvie close, both of them panting, as the afterglow started to set in. Sylvie glanced blearily up, and her sight fell on her massively bloated stomach. Twelve thousand feet of cum-filled belly was all she could see, just a sheer mountain of Afghan stomach.

Now Sylvie knew she had definitely made the right choice in choosing Balto over Steele. With how much cum the wolf-dog had pumped into her, making Steele's own output look like a tiny drop in comparison, she was certain she would end up pregnant. Already, she could feel Balto's swimmers inside, searching out for any and all eggs they could find.

Steele stared at the two in complete disbelief. He was stunned to see how big Sylvie had gotten with just one load from Balto.

"How can she even get that big?" Steele thought to himself.

"Hey, Steele!" Steele blinked a few times, before looking at Balto. The wolf-dog was grinning over at him, still lightly humping Sylvie. "Might want to put your tongue away, Steele. Otherwise, people might think you're a little hungry for some wolf-dog meat," Balto said.

Steele glanced down, and his eyes widened when he saw his tongue was lolling out his mouth, and drooling at that! He quickly pulled it back into his mouth and closed his jaw, feeling utterly mortified. It didn't help that he could smell the stench of Balto's musk and cum, mixing with the now much fainter scent of Sylvie's heat, and it was making him feel horny. For the first time in his life, Steele found himself cursing his expansive libido.

"That was fun, wasn't it, Sylvie?" Balto asked. Sylvie moaned happily, hugging her massive stomach.

"You certainly didn't disappoint, Balto. Ooh, I hope our puppies will be even just halfway as good as you are," she replied.

"They will be. Don't worry about that," Balto said.

"You're talking as though from experience," Steele said, looking at Balto in surprise.

"Well, Sylvie isn't the first bitch I've bred," Balto said. He looked over at Steele, and added, "Oh, don't look so shocked. You didn't think I wouldn't breed any female I could while on my world tour, did you?"

"Um, well...I just..." Steele began.

"Wow, Steele, I don't believe it. You used to give off this feeling of power, but clearly that was just an act! Especially now you're in the presence of a real man, like Balto," Sylvie said.

"Wait a minute! You can't be serious, Sylvie! How can you say he's a better man than me?" Steele asked.

"God, Steele, are you blind? Just look at him!" Sylvie moaned.

"Just because he's got a bigger dick them me doesn't mean he's a better man," Steele gritted. Sylvie huffed, which made Balto chuckle.

"Oh, don't be so hard on him, Sylvie. He's probably still in shock," the wolf-dog said. Sylvie looked over at Steele, eyeing him up and down.

"I don't know what I ever saw in him," she finally said. Steele felt as though his stomach had vanished. "You're so much better, Balto. So much bigger, so much manlier...and so much more fertile."

"Do...does our time together in the past mean nothing to her now? What about our pups?" Steele thought. He was too scared to ask Sylvie aloud, knowing she would just laugh at his pathetic attempt to keep her with him.

"I'm sure Steele's pups won't mind having some wolf-dog half-siblings. What do you think, Sylvie?" Balto asked. Steele was sure it wasn't a coincidence.

Sylvie moaned, before looking at Balto with a lustful look, and said, "I think...that we need another round."

The Alaskan malamute's eyes widened, while the wolf-dog chuckled.

"Sure about that? I'm pretty sure we've already guaranteed the litter," Balto said.

"Who said anything about the litter?" Sylvie gave a sly smirk.

"Oh-ho! Well, in that case...maybe we _should_go for round two!" Balto replied. He was already readying himself, getting a good grip on Sylvie's hips and widening his stance. He only gave a passing glance over at Steele, before saying, "Are you still planning on watching, Steele?"

"What's it to you?" Steele nearly spat out the words.

"Eh, I really don't care if you do or don't. I just felt that you got pretty upset watching me fuck Sylvie once. Not too sure if you can handle watching a second time in a row," Balto said. He gave a hard thrust forward, and Sylvie yelped and moaned, an orgasm already setting off in her.

Steele slowly backed away from the duo, keeping his eye on them. Balto was right, he reasoned to himself. He couldn't stand and watch Sylvie get pounded by the wolf-dog twice in a row. He needed to leave.

Turning tail, Steele rushed out of the alley at super-speed, and once he was around the corner, he Disapparated, his body becoming a hazy, distorted, twisting mass that sucked in on itself and vanished in a split second, accompanied by a brief flash of blueish-white light and a rustling crack!

A few streets away from the alley, Steele Apparated in. He leaned against a building, breathing heavily. Fresh air tasted so plain to the malamute now, after having been enveloped in Balto's musk for so long.

"Hi there, Steele!"

Alarmed, Steele whipped around, brandishing his wand. Star, Nikki, and Kaltag all looked at Steele in fright, Star holding his hands up in surrender as he stared at Steele's wand tip with wide eyes.

The malamute calmed down, and lowered his wand, although it was clear he was still on edge slightly. He didn't have much to fear from those three, he reasoned to himself. They weren't as powerful as he was... Well, maybe Nikki, with his enhanced strength and surprising skill with martial magic, could give Steele a match, but Kaltag, whose power was to speak and understand any and every language in the world, and Star, who could just turn invisible, wouldn't be much of a challenge for Steele to beat, if need be.

"Hey, uh, are you okay, Steele?" Nikki asked.

"I'm fine!" Steele snapped, making the three step back in fright, with Kaltag muttering a small plea in Welsh. "Just...trying to figure stuff out," Steele added, in a much calmer tone.

"Huh. I thought you'd still be with Sylvie. I mean, isn't she in calore?" Kaltag asked.

"I'm beginning to really get sick of you switching languages like that, Kaltag," Steele said.

"I can't help it, Steele. It's difficult, trudno, muzukash?, he uaua..." Kaltag began rambling in different languages.

"His brain works differently!" Star piped up. Steele and Nikki both eyed each other, knowing what was about to happen. Sure enough, barely a second after Star spoke, Kaltag glared at him, before slamming his fist on the husky's head, dazing him and making him collapse on the ground.

"You really should take some control potions," Steele said, looking at Kaltag.

"That ain't going to help. There's no such thing as a potion to help control powers," Kaltag said.

"I meant to control your temper," Steele replied, rather pointedly.

"Oh. Right," Kaltag mumbled.

"Anyway, I saw Sylvie earlier," Steele said, wanting to push past the subject.

"Really? Well, I guess that explains that, then," Nikki said, pointing in the distance. Steele looked at where he was pointing, and saw Sylvie's ginormous belly from several streets away, towering over every building in town by a considerable amount.

"That's the biggest you've made a bitch, isn't it?" Kaltag asked.

"Yeah! How many times did you fuck her? A hundred? A thousand?!" Star asked, standing up and looking at Steele in amazement.

"Maybe I can get away with them not knowing it was that mutt," Steele thought. He turned to look at the three, and said, "Uh, well..."

Before he could say anymore, though, loud splurts sounded out. Steele turned, and to his horror, he saw the ginormous sphere that was Sylvie's womb increase in size, becoming twice as large as it was before. Steele prayed that the other three didn't notice.

"Say, Steele...are you...Astral Projecting, by any chance?" Nikki asked.

Without thinking, Steele responded with, "No."

"Then who's doing that?" Star asked.

Steele knew there was no point in lying or trying to hide the truth from them. They would find out eventually. With a sigh, the malamute said, "It's Balto."

"Balto?!" The three dogs looked at Steele in shock. He just silently nodded.

"Man. I know he's the Heart of Magic, and he got back in town yesterday, but...he's now able to do that?" Nikki said.

"That's incredible, unimaginable, it's unbelievable, it's..." Kaltag rambled.

"That's fucking cool!" Star said loudly. Again, Kaltag gave an annoyed growl, but instead of punching or kicking the purple husky, he instead conjured his wand and fired a Stunning Spell at him, sending Star hurtling into a nearby wall and knocking him out. Steele and Nikki both winced at the sight.

"Anyway, if that was Balto, then how did he do it?" Kaltag asked, looking remarkably unconcerned for someone who had just thrown one of his best friends into a wall.

"Yeah, I'm curious about it, toos," Nikki said.

"Then how about we go and see him?" Star had regained consciousness and was now standing right beside Steele, making the malamute jump. He did have to admit, he admired the fact that Star was always able to somehow get up almost immediately after being knocked out.

"Great idea, Star," Kaltag said. He looked at Steele, and said, "Hey, boss, you don't mind if we head off, do ya?"

"W-what?" Steele asked, stumped.

"I'm sure he don't care. Come on, let's go," Nikki said.

"See ya, Steele," Star said, waving. Kaltag waved his wand, and the three of them Flashed out, transforming into ethereal dust and mist the same colour as them, which quickly dissipated in a brief flash of white light.

Steele stared at the spot his three friends were once stood, and suddenly felt very lonely. If even his three closest friends were swaying closer to Balto than to him, he didn't think he could stand a chance with another person in Nome again.

"No... No. They wouldn't..." Steele muttered to himself. He looked around, before walking off, trying his hardest to block out the sounds of Balto having another orgasm streets away.

A short while later, Steele was shutting the front door of his house behind him. He made his way over to the sitting room, practically dragging his feet as he did so, before slumping in the nearest armchair. He felt defeated and humiliated. Even on his way home, he had walked past several couples engaging in sex, some of them fertile, but Steele didn't even try and intervene. It was like his mind and body refused to go along with his previously established personal rules.

"What is wrong with me?!" the malamute angrily asked himself. He sat up, and looked at the fireplace. "Before today, I took any bitch I fancied. But now..." He stopped, and looked at his sheath. "It's all that wolf-dog's fault! Why did he have to show up and ruin my life?!"

Steele stood up abruptly, causing the armchair to be knocked backwards. He didn't care, though. Instead, he made his way up the stairs to the next floor, and marched along the mezzanine until he reached a doorway that opened up onto a set of stairs.

The malamute headed up the stairs, which led to a small hallway. Several photos and paintings hung on the wall, most of them of Steele's family and ancestors. Ignoring them, Steele went to the door at the end of the hallway, and opened it.

Inside was a large attic, taking up the entire floor, which was half the size of the floor below, but closer in shape to a cross than a simple quadrangle. The large, circular window was in a nook at the back of the room, looking over the back garden, while the Norman window was on the wall to the right of the door in another nook. The ceiling was high, and covered in support beams.

Despite everything stored in the attic, including pieces of furniture and other objects, the attic was still relatively spacious, considering everything was either stacked up and pushed towards the walls, or put to use in areas that didn't hinder movement. There was an old table near the middle of the room, close to the circular window, with candles, a small cauldron, notes, and an assortment of potion ingredients on it, while against the wall before the area with the attic door sat a bookshelf filled with old books and stray pieces of parchment.

Steele didn't care for everything that was in the attic (although his eyes did linger on a set of chastity bands his parents tried to use on him to keep his libido under control when he was younger; except it turned out that, thanks to his large genitalia, the bands had no effect on him), and instead headed over to the back window.

Standing just before the nook was a lectern, made of simple varnished wood. On top of the lectern sat a large book, with a cover made of brown leather. On the front cover of the book was a black triskelion. The Blackhawk Grimoire; Steele's family's magical tome.

The malamute looked at the old book for a moment, before he opened it. The pages of the Grimoire were yellowed with age, but Steele didn't bother being delicate with them - he knew they wouldn't tear easily.

As he searched through his family tome, Steele moved a hand down to his ass and gave it a few scratches, before slapping himself a few times. He gave a content hum, while his cock pulsed and became semi-hard, and momentarily lamented he had yet to breed a bitch that day. Shaking his head, Steele got back to looking through the book.

He considered casting a protection spell he found to keep things from being taken or destroyed, but since the spell only worked on objects and not ideas, it wouldn't keep his status as the town stud safe from Balto. Plus, Balto could probably brush it aside anyway, considering his power.

Starting to get angrier, Steele began flipping through the pages of the Grimoire faster, and was barely even looking at them.

"A Charm of Blissful Forgetting; not strong enough to work on Balto and the rest of the town, but could help me forget what happened today," Steele muttered. He didn't notice the window behind him start to frost over. Flipping the pages again, Steele looked confused. "'Rules and Customs of Wizard Duels'? Why is this in here?"

Steele gripped at the side of the page, and tore it out. He looked at it again.

"I never really cared for these rules," the malamute said. The torn page started to become covered in ice, starting from where Steele's fingertips were touching the page. In a few seconds, the page was frozen solid, and so brittle that it shattered into pieces. "Maybe I should have just used a spell to incinerate it," Steele mumbled to himself, brushing the pieces of ice off the rest of the book.

For the next few minutes, Steele continued to search the Blackhawk Grimoire, while behind him, the window was becoming more and more icy, and began cracking. Most of the entries Steele found were unhelpful, while the ones that could had problems that Steele didn't want to try and risk.

"I need to find a way to organise this thing. Or maybe just create an index," the malamute muttered, flipping another page. The Draught of Living Death; while it could potentially work and put Balto into a death-like slumber, there was always the risk that the wolf-dog would somehow be able to wake himself from it. Or, in a more likely scenario, someone else woke him up with some Wiggenweld Potion. Plus, Steele didn't really favour his odds of being able to slip the draught to the wolf-dog.

Nearing the back of the tome, Steele paused.

"The Confidence Concoction? Maybe that could help me get the courage to stand up to Balto," he said, looking over the page.

The window behind him suddenly shattered loudly, making Steele jump and turn to look. He walked over to the window, being careful to not step on the shattered glass and ice, and glanced down. The back garden was empty of people.

Steele looked at the window again, before conjuring his wand and waving it. The glass flew back into place, repairing itself. Smiling, Steele walked back to the lectern, and the Grimoire. Since it was still open on the Confidence Concoction, Steele thought for a moment. The window broke when he found the Confidence Concoction entry, and Steele didn't think it was a coincidence.

"Okay. I'll brew a quick Charm of Blissful Forgetting and use it to forget Balto breeding Sylvie - just me watching it, not the whole thing - and then a Confidence Concoction so I can stand up to him the next time I see him," he thought. He pointed his wand at the cauldron on the table, and a fire was lit underneath it.

Steele walked over to the table, with the Grimoire hovering beside him. He quickly used telekinesis to flip the pages back to the entry on the Charm of Blissful Forgetting, before getting to work.

Despite intending for it to be quick, brewing the Charm of Blissful Forgetting ended up taking Steele nearly two hours. As he found out, the valerian leaves required had to be crushed by mortar and pestle until a fine powder, before adding three drops of water and mixing into a thick sludge before it could be added to the potion.

But upon adding the final necessary ingredients (two drops of Sopophorus bean juice), Steele felt the potion was ready for completion. He doublechecked the entry in the Grimoire, before conjuring his wand and waving it around the rim of the cauldron.

"Meesch-Fallorhn-Dah!" he said, before striking the side of the cauldron with his wand. A loud dong sounded out, before the potion, which looked like thin, green mud, began bubbling more intensely. Steele looked delighted. "I don't believe it. It's perfect!" he said. He looked around, before quickly summoning an ornate crystal vial - which the entry in the Grimoire stated to be vital for the potion to work - and scooped out some of the potion into it.

Steele put a stopper on the vial, and set it down. He waved his wand to Vanish the rest of the potion in the cauldron, and flipped the pages in the Grimoire to the Confidence Concoction. As he checked over the recipe so that he knew what ingredients he needed to gather, his delight faded. The Confidence Concoction took five hours to brew, and a further twelve hours to work after being ingested, before wearing off after four hours. Which meant that, by the time he'd manage to brew and drink the potion, it wouldn't affect him until half-past five the next morning, provided he makes it correctly.

"My best chance is to make it now, then drink it before I go to bed," Steele thought. He weighed his options, and decided to go through with the plan.

Luckily for Steele, despite its length, the Confidence Concoction was fairly easy for him to make. By the time it had reached half past five in the evening, Steele was putting the final ingredient (powdered mistletoe berries), before waving his wand over the cauldron. Several blue sparks erupted from the cauldron as the potion turned a pale purple, and faint, golden steam started to emit from the cauldron.

Steele quickly checked the entry in the Grimoire, and breathed a sigh of relief when it stated that the potion was correctly brewed. Knowing that the potion was ready and safe, Steele conjured a glass vial, and filled it up with the potion, before Vanishing the rest with a wave of his wand.

Now that he had both potions he had intended to brew, Steele closed the Blackhawk Grimoire and returned it to its original place. Once done, he picked up both vials, and left the attic, magically shutting the door behind him as he did so.

Heading downstairs, Steele went to the kitchen, placing the vials on the kitchen counter. He opened a door just off the kitchen, revealing a small storage area, which also had a large freezer. Steele flicked his hand up at the freezer, causing it to open its lid itself. A frozen pizza came flying out of the freezer, which shut itself again, and was caught by Steele. Grinning, Steele went back to the kitchen, opening the pizza's box on the way.

When he had the pizza out of its packaging, Steele flicked his wand at the oven, turning it on. He then put the pizza in the oven, before looking at the packaging. Shaking his head, Steele waved his wand, and the packaging Vanished.

Now that was done, Steele went over to the living-room, and sat down on the couch, turning on the TV as he did so. Not finding anything worthwhile on the TV channels, he elected to put a film on instead.

A few hours later, Steele headed up to bed, taking the Confidence Concoction with him. He had already drunk the Charm of Blissful Forgetting, not too long after he had his dinner - he didn't like the taste, but the effects were near-instant; all he could remember of his encounter with Balto was that he had shown him up and ended up breeding Sylvie at some point, but not the exact details.

Sitting down on his bed, Steele looked at the vial of Confidence Concoction. He then glanced at the clock on the fireplace mantle, and saw it was half-past eight.

"I guess an early night would do me some good," Steele muttered. He uncorked the vial, and downed the contents. He grimaced, saying, "Urgh. Tastes like piss."

Setting the vial down on the bedside cabinet, Steele laid down on the bed, staring up at the ceiling. He gave a soft sigh, and flicked his hand at the light switch nearby, causing the light to switch off, plunging the room in near-total darkness.

The next morning, fairly loud birdsong made its way into Steele's ear. Slightly irritated, Steele opened his eyes, his head buried partially in his pillow. With a low growl coming from his dry throat, the malamute got out of bed.

With his morning erection bobbing and bouncing around before him, Steele went and took a shower, before heading downstairs and making himself a cup of coffee. He glanced at a nearby clock, and saw it was quarter-to-nine in the morning.

At this, Steele grinned. He could tell the effects of the Confidence Concoction were kicking in, as already he felt far more courageous than he was the previous night. Was it enough for him to stand up to Balto? Of that, Steele wasn't sure - the potion just increased his confidence, not his certainty.

"Well, best get started, and see what I can do in the next four hours," Steele said. He practically threw his now empty coffee mug in the sink, not even concerned that the mug shattered, and strode over to the front door.

Just before he left the house, Steele held up a hand by his head. A second later, his collar landed in his hand with a soft thump! Smirking, Steele put the collar on, and left the house.

Over the next two hours, Steele found himself having a near-perfect day. He hadn't encountered Balto yet, but did come across four bitches in heat. Even though three of them were mated, Steele, somewhat recklessly, bred all of them himself. When one of their mates angrily demanded he stop, Steele sneered at him, responding that his genes were better for breeding, all the while his cock pulsed and shot his load in his current lover's womb.

With how well his day had started off, Steele wondered for a moment if he hadn't accidentally drunk some Felix Felicis - liquid luck - before reasoning that he just simply made his own luck, thanks to his heightened confidence.

"I do wonder what a day would be like if I had taken Felix Felicis," Steele thought. He gently stroked his fat sheath as he wandered down a street. Right now, he was looking for Dixie, who he knew would have gone into heat that day. If he was lucky, he'd get to her before Balto even learnt of her heat.

Rounding a corner, Steele stopped, and his previously happy demeanour turned sour.

Balto was in the alley, his cock already stretching Dixie's pussy wider than ever before. Meaning that, once again, Steele was too late.

"Oh, hey there, Steele. Fancy seeing you here," Balto said, giving a passing glance at the malamute.

"S-see? I said he'd wind - ooh, yes, faster, big boy - he'd wind up here," Dixie moaned and squealed in delight as she felt Balto rearrange her insides.

"That you did, Dix. Guess you know him well," Balto responded.

"H-how did you know..." Steele began.

"Know that Dixie was in heat? Simple. Your friends - Nikki, Kaltag, and Star - told me yesterday, while I was still breeding Sylvie," Balto said. He gave a hard thrust, shoving more of his cock into Dixie, and nearly stretching her over his entire knot. Compared to Sylvie, the bulge of the wolf-dog's cock in Dixie's stomach looked even larger.

"They...they did what?" Steele asked. This was bad; he could feel the effects of the Confidence Concoction were starting to fade. He knew he shouldn't have bred that last girl three times in a row just to spite her husband.

"Oh, come now, Steele, there's no need to get upset. They just wanted to make sure I have a good time, that's all," Balto said.

"By taking away my territory?!" Steele said in a sudden outburst.

"Territory?!" Dixie asked, looking at Steele in anger.

"Not like that," Steele tried to explain, only for Dixie to huff.

"Now I can see what Sylvie meant. You don't love us - I don't even think you like us. We were just a means for you to show off your overinflated ego and how macho you are," Dixie said, disdain practically oozing in her voice. Steele wanted to rebuke her statements, but deep down, he knew she was right.

"Don't be so hard on him, Dixie. He's just a little confused," Balto said. Dixie giggled at that, clenching hard around Balto.

"Well, I'm not. Come on, Balto, give me a litter that puts Steele's to shame," she said.

"I don't think so," Steele said, calling on every last ounce of courage within him. The Confidence Concoction was close to completely wearing off, and Steele wanted to make the most of it.

"Oh, stop it, Steele. It's clear you can't match up to Balto," Dixie said.

"Better listen to the girl, mate. We don't want you to end up making irrational decisions," Balto added.

"I'm not being irrational. You're_going to get off of her, and let _me breed her," Steele said, pointing his wand at Balto.

"Don't be stupid, Steele," Balto said dismissively.

Annoyed, Steele flicked his wand forward, firing a Stunning Spell at Balto. He held his hand up, causing the spell to vanish. But instead of looking dismissive or bored of Steele, the wolf-dog was now staring at Steele with shock.

Shock which quickly changed to a devious-looking grin, which unnerved Steele.

"So, it's a fight you want, huh?" Balto asked. A duplicate of Balto, identical to the original, right down to the imposing genital size, appeared in between the malamute and wolf-dog.

"Then we'll fight," the duplicate said. He waved his hand, causing the alley, already magically enlarged to fit Balto's genitals, to expand until it was wide enough to fit several houses inside. The duplicate Balto then pointed his wand at Steele, who stood his ground, while the real Balto, having been moved to the edge of the alley, was still pumping his hips in and out of Dixie's cunt.

Steele made the first move, sending a curse at the duplicate, only for him to dodge it and respond with a curse of his own. Steele waved his wand, casting the Shield Charm to block the curse.

The duplicate waved his wand high, causing storm clouds to form in the air above them. Steele just held his hands at his sides, his wand vanishing for the moment. He then brought them up and clapped them together before his face, then raised one up and lowered the other, forming a thin line made of orange sparks. He then rotated his hands until they were in their opposite positions, causing the line to turn and form a circle with magical symbols inside it. Finally, Steele moved a hand back, causing the symbols inside the circle to split apart, before thrusting the hand forward, sending bursts of energy at the duplicate.

Caught off-guard, the duplicate was knocked back by the energy bursts, disrupting his spell and causing the storm clouds he was conjuring to dissipate. The duplicate looked impressed, before forming a sphere of fire in his hand, and hurling it at Steele.

Steele just held up a hand, sending a blast of ice-cold air at the fireball, dispelling it instantly.

"Ooh! Sex and entertainment? Gosh, Balto, you know how to make a great date," Dixie said.

"Well, I do try my best," Balto said. He ran a hand along Dixie's side, making her shiver. But then Balto suddenly stilled his movements, making Dixie whine. "But it's not as easy as I'm making it look," the wolf-dog said.

"It's...it's just a simple Duplication Spell, right?" Dixie asked, confused.

"Not exactly. I used the Duplication Spell to make the physical body, but I'm controlling it. Essentially, I'm both here, breeding you, and there, duelling Steele," Balto said. Dixie looked up at Balto with wide eyes full of admiration.

"Wow. That's so positively magnesium!" she exclaimed. Balto chuckled. "It is, though! You're able to have a duel with Steele while also fuck me, with two different bodies!" Dixie said.

"Speaking of fucking you...how about we get this knot in?" Balto asked. Dixie squealed in bliss when he began thrusting again.

Meanwhile, Steele and the duplicate's duel was still going. The malamute was certainly managing to hold himself against Balto's duplicate, but with the Confidence Concoction getting closer and closer to wearing off, he started doubting his ability to fight Balto.

After stopping and redirecting a barrage of knives sent at him, Steele looked alarmed when several of Balto's portals opened before him. Energy began building up in each portal, before they fired streams at the malamute.

Thinking quickly, Steele ran to the side at super-speed, dodging the attacks. He glared at the duplicate, who just grinned back. Growling, Steele slammed his hand down on the ground. The ground began to shake as an earthquake ensued, sending a shockwave rippling towards Balto's duplicate and ripping the ground apart.

The duplicate was momentarily subdued, but before the shockwave could knock him backwards, he and it both slowed down, before outright stopping, just before the shockwave reached the real Balto. The duplicate then leaned forwards and slammed his own hand on the ground, reversing the shockwave and sending it back to Steele. Unable to react quick enough, Steele was sent flying backwards into a wall.

Balto's duplicate stood up, but before he could take a step, his feet were encased in solid ice, stuck to the ground. He looked down in confusion, before looking up at Steele. The malamute had his hand held out, stumbling to his feet amidst rocks and dirt from the magical earthquake. He moved his hand to his side, forming a large, sharp shard of ice in his palm. He then ran forwards, holding the shard out, clearly intending on using it to pierce the duplicate's heart.

But just before the malamute managed to stab the ice into the duplicate, he transformed into a large mass of smoke, which quickly wrapped around the malamute. His vision obscured, Steele stumbled about, his ice shard knocked spiralling out of his hand. Coughing and spluttering, the malamute found his hands stuck behind his back, as though locked in chains, before the smoke cleared.

Shaking his head and blinking rapidly at the sudden increase in light, Steele gazed forward, making out Balto and Dixie, both of them staring at him. That's when he realised he couldn't move, his legs stuck to the ground as if glued in place, while his hands, when he glanced behind him, were positioned as though handcuffed.

"I never imagined you trying to kill me." The duplicate of Balto reformed from the smoke, standing behind Steele with his arms crossed. "Just a shame that you don't have the power to do so," he added.

"Let...let go of me!" Steele said, struggling to free himself.

"I will, Steele," the real Balto said, holding up a hand. The duplicate bowed his head, and vanished. "Just give a second to..." Before Balto could finish, a loud schlop sounded out, alongside Dixie screaming in pleasure. Balto gave a satisfied hum, saying, "There we go. Fully knotted and ready to burst."

Steele didn't want to watch. His increased confidence was gone, the potion having worn off just before the smoke cleared, and Steele, as much as he didn't want to admit it, felt cowed in Balto's presence. But held in place by magical bonds, he was unable to run away, forced to watch as Balto gave a few more hard thrusts into Dixie.

Spluuuuuurt!

The loud sound of cum launching into Dixie's fertile womb made Steele's ears droop. Balto's heavy balls twitched visibly, launching a full-out flood of cum battering against Dixie's innermost walls, absolutely nothing standing in the way of her getting a full, pregnant belly. Dixie already felt stretched to bursting with the wolf-dog's immense cock somehow managing to wedge its way inside of her. Gallons upon gallons of sticky, hot wolfseed stretched the purple Pomeranian beyond belief. Her eyes widened as she realized she could see her belly bulging with his cum, her abdomen growing even further as the pressure threatened to split her apart.

Dixie found herself reeling from the pure bliss of orgasm. Her belly grew and grew, larger and larger, with every huge spurt of cum from Balto. Whimpering and moaning, she clenched and suckled around Balto's humongous dick as he continued to _squirt_inside her. Her womb was bloating, already distended from just the wolf-dog's cock, becoming a huge ball thanks to the incredible tsunamis of her breeder's life-giving seed.

The Pomeranian gave a small gasp of relief, which quickly changed to yet another moan. If she had any doubts Balto would fail to give her a litter, they faded away very quickly. She was going to be a mother again, this time to Balto's pups. Pressing her lips together, Dixie_howled_ to the sky with joy and sexual delight.

Behind her, Balto threw his head back and howled in triumph. Everyone in Nome would be able to tell what the twin howls signified. Once again, Balto had claimed one of the town's resident bitches as his own - although, unbeknownst to Steele at the moment, Dixie was very far from being the second local bitch Balto had taken from Steele's collection and bred. No one would be able to deny his relentless sexual prowess as Dixie's howls joined Balto's in the morning Alaskan air.

Steele just stared in horror as Dixie was bred by his rival. Even now, with the Pomeranian's belly so full of seed it dwarfed the buildings around them, Balto snarled and kept tensing his balls, making them pulse and clench with such force that even the defeated malamute could feel them quake.

Twenty minutes later, Balto grunted, and finally stilled his hips, just simply pressing them against Dixie's. The Pomeranian found herself squished between Balto's muscular body, and her own immense stomach. Twelve thousand feet of belly, with the added bonus of knowing what was happening inside it.

Still tied and cumming smaller _spurts_of seed into his bloated, squirming bitch, Balto turned to look at Steele.

"Oh, right, yeah," the wolf-dog said, acting like he had forgotten Steele was even there. With a snap of the fingers, the wolf-dog released the malamute from his magical hold.

Steele fell forward on all fours, his sudden freedom taking him by surprise. He looked up at Balto and Dixie, and was dismayed to see that Dixie was looking down at him with disappointment.

"Dixie...please..."

"Oh, shut up, Steele," Dixie said. Steele found himself unable to speak to her. He knew of Dixie's power of persuasion, allowing her to speak commands and have people generally follow them, but usually he was powerful enough to resist or ignore them. This time, however, she seemed to have managed to force him to be incapable of saying even a single word.

"Mmm, looks like you persuaded him," Balto mumbled to Dixie. She sighed.

"Okay, you can speak, Steele. Just...don't try and get me to fuck you as well," she said.

Steele gasped, feeling his voice suddenly return. He held a hand to his throat, and swallowed, before standing up.

"H-how did you..."

"Probably caught you off-guard, Steele," Balto said. Steele looked at him, then at Dixie, then back to Balto.

"N-n-no! This...this isn't happening," the malamute said.

"Oh, look at you, Steele. So _weak_compared to Balto," Dixie scolded.

Unable to handle seeing Dixie looking at him like a worthless piece of trash, Steele fled. He ran out of the alley, down several streets, and didn't stop until he was home. He quickly shut the front door behind him, before slumping to the floor.

He didn't know how long he sat on the floor. It could have been an hour, or just thirty seconds. Time seemed indifferent to him at that moment. He just sat, slumped against the front door, mulling over the events that had taken place the past two days.

Eventually, he was snapped out of his thoughts by the sound of a familiar ringtone. He quickly conjured his phone, and looked at it. The caller ID showed it was Sylvie who was calling him. Steele quickly answered it.

"Hey, Sylvie," he said, hoping for some semblance of normality.

"I spoke to Dixie earlier, and I thought it best if I told you now," Sylvie said. Steele looked at his phone in confusion.

"Told me what? Never mind. Listen, I was thinking, and I was wondering if you'd be up for a meal at..." the malamute began.

"That's not going to work, Steele. Or have you forgotten about yesterday?" Sylvie asked, sounding annoyed.

Supressing a growl, Steele said, "Hey, now, just because you had that half-breed fuck you, doesn't mean I haven't got a chance, does it?"

"That's exactly what it means, Steele." Even though Sylvie's words had a sense finality to them, Steele refused to give up.

"Sylvie, look, I can look past the fact that Balto bred you. I'll even let you keep the pups..."

"HAHAHA! You'll 'let me'? Steele, you have no control over what I do. I'm keeping these pups because I want to. Jeez, Dixie was right about you. You don't love anyone but yourself. We're just a means for you to inflate your already overinflated ego and spread your genes around," Sylvie responded.

"Hey, you didn't let me finish..." Steele began.

"I don't need to. I've heard it all before. Honestly, Steele, I really don't know what I saw in you. Sure, your dick is big, and you are quite muscled and powerful, but Balto just has you beat," Sylvie said.

"Sylvie, please... J-just give me another chance, I..."

"Don't bother, Steele. Me and Dixie are _done_with you. We don't need you anymore; we've got Balto now. And I just know he'll treat us better than you ever did," Sylvie said.

"W-wait..."

"Goodbye, Steele."

With that, Sylvie hung up, and Steele was left standing in his foyer, hearing the monotonous drone of his phone call being terminated. Speechless, Steele shut his phone down and let it slip back into its pocket dimension. He never thought this would have happened.

Almost instinctively, Steele made his way up the stairs, and before he knew it, he was standing in the attic. The malamute made a beeline towards the Blackhawk Grimoire, and opened it. He began flipping through the pages again, hoping to find a spell he might have overlooked that could help him.

After five minutes of searching and not finding anything of use, Steele was about to give up. But then he discovered an entry near the back of the book that caught his eye.

"'To Relieve a Cuck'? What?" Confused, Steele looked at the page, wondering why such an entry would be in the Grimoire. It wasn't a spell, that he could tell for sure. Perhaps some instructions on how a person being cucked can prevent it from happening?

The more Steele read, though, the more he got annoyed with the entry. Far from being helpful to his situation, the page stated that there wasn't anything that Steele could do to fix or prevent his situation. All it told him he could do was to just accept his place.

"'If you find yourself in a situation where this applies to you, your best option (really, you're only option) is to just accept it all, and be a good, obedient little cuck'. What the fuck?!" the malamute asked, staring at the page in horror. "Why is that in here?! Just... What?!"

Still in shock at the entry, Steele slammed the book shut. He backed up from the book, before quickly running downstairs. He breathed heavily, before glancing up at the ceiling.

"So the Grimoire was useless. How am I going to stop Balto now?" he thought. The sound of a door opening behind him made Steele turn around, to find the door to the study was slightly ajar. "My study, of course!"

The malamute quickly walked over to the study door and opened it fully, before stepping in. A fairly large room, the study functioned as both a private office and library. A large desk was to the right of the room, in front of a magical window that showed a beautiful field, with a comfy chair with leather padding tucked in behind it, while lining the walls were bookshelves filled with books and scrolls, as well as chests of drawers, and, at the far left of the room, next to the door leading into the hallway beside the kitchen, an antique trunk.

There were paintings on the walls, but the majority of them depicted landscapes or objects. The walls themselves were covered in dark green wallpaper that had faint swirls running down. Steele never really liked the wallpaper, but couldn't find the heart to redecorate the room, since his mother was the one who chose it in the first place.

Steele walked through the room, looking over various shelves as he muttered to himself, "Dad kept a private collection of spellbooks in here, ones full of powerful magic. Maybe one of them can help me."

Eventually, he found what he was after. Sitting on their own shelf near the back of the room was a collection of seven books. Two of them were shackled in heavy-looking chains, which Steele reasoned to mean they were dangerous. The malamute pulled down one of the other, chainless, books, and started to look through it.

For most of the day, Steele searched through the spellbooks to try and find something to help him deal with Balto. He had already searched through five of the books, which yielded nothing of help. The closest he got was a spell in the Lexicon of Forgotten Sorcery, which would bend the will of an animal to do the caster's bidding; but since Balto was a wizard, one far more powerful than Steele, the spell would have no effect on him.

There was one book that Steele refused to look through, though: Secrets of the Darkest Arts. Laden with the heavier set of chains, the book was a large volume full of evil magic, enough to make anyone reading it feel their skin crawl. And knowing that the book would contain nothing of any help, Steele left it alone.

That left only one book for him to look through. Bound in chains as well, the book looked ancient, yet was still in surprisingly good condition. Steele tentatively brought it down, before waving his hand over the front cover. The chains broke apart and fell to the floor with a clatter, leaving the cover of the book free to be seen.

"The Ancient Codex of Celestial Magic?" Steele asked. The cover of the book was a faded blue, verging on black, with tiny white dots sprinkled across the top half, and a cosmic nebula on the bottom. The more Steele looked at the cover, he realised the dots glistened and twinkled, meaning they were really stars.

Steele hesitated, before he opened the book and looked through it. He knew that Celestial Magic (or Astral Magic) was a tricky and often dangerous subject, rarely taught in schools due to how difficult it could be. But, with how desperate he was to end his torment, he was willing to risk it.

Eventually, Steele found a spell that he felt could help him. The spell, A Change of Reality, could allow Steele to alter reality by changing or removing an event in the past and reshaping reality to Steele's desires. The only problem was the spell required three wizards to cast it.

"I should be fine," Steele said to himself, walking out of the study. "It's only a small thing I want to change. Shouldn't be too much trouble."

According to the book, the spell required five candles imbued with lavender, as well as an hourglass containing sand. So, Steele headed up to the attic to get the necessary tools in order to cast the spell.

The candles were easy to find, considering his grandmother, Augusta Blackhawk, had left a cupboard full of candles in the attic, which were specifically made for use in magical rituals. But the hourglass proved tricky to find, since the spell required one with sand. Every hourglass Steele found in the attic either contained liquid, contained fake gemstones, or were empty due to having been broken some time previously.

Finally, Steele gave up trying to find a suitable hourglass, and just conjured one with a wave of his wand. He then picked it up off the table it appeared on, and walked out of the attic, with the five candles floating after him.

Once downstairs, the malamute made his way over to the garden. The book stated that the spell needed a wide, open space that was part of the natural world, and his back garden was the best Steele could do, without leaving his home.

A few minutes later, Steele was looking through the instructions in the book again. He had placed the five candles in a circle on the ground, and had the hourglass hovering in the centre. He also sprinkled a pinch of the sand from within the hourglass over each candle before lighting them.

Feeling he had followed the instructions correctly, Steele stepped into the circle of candles. He let the book hover before him, while the hourglass moved to float slightly above it.

"Veritas et inclinabit ad voluntatem," Steele said, waving his hand above his head in a circle. A small trail of orange light followed his fingers, while a wide circular line of magical symbols formed in the air above him. "Accipe historiam et rescribe ut iussa mea facias."

Now the flames on the candles flickered and went out, one by one, before reigniting with rainbow-coloured fire.

Steele grabbed the hourglass, and opened the top of it, before pouring a handful of the sand into his hand. He held his hand before him, saying, "Sift and flow the sands of time, rework the Grand Design!"

The malamute threw the sand at the candle before him. Immediately, all five candles erupted into pillars of multicoloured fire, while the circle of symbols spun around Steele at rapid speeds. The hourglass turned into wisps of magical energy which merged with the fire, before a loud, tremendous bang sounded as everything went white, forcing Steele to close and shield his eyes.

When Steele opened his eyes and lowered his hand, he looked around. The candles were gone, while The Ancient Codex of Celestial Magic lay on the ground, still open on the reality changing spell Steele had just used. Steele quickly picked the book up, and shut it. He looked around the garden again, before heading inside.

He was tempted to head out into the town and find out if his spell had worked as intended, and what changes had been made. But with how late it was, and the fact that the spell ended up taking more of Steele's energy than he had anticipated, the malamute was content to find out the next day. For now, he replaced the chains on the codex, placing it back in the study, and went to bed.

The next morning, Steele woke up quite early. Rather than rush about, the purebred decided to take his time. He had a relaxing hot shower (making sure to pay special attention to his balls, sheath, and ass), before heading down to the kitchen to make himself breakfast. In order to make up for the fact he didn't have dinner the previous night, Steele elected to cook himself a traditional English breakfast, with a few changes (which mainly was the omission of using mushrooms).

Once he was done, Steele went over to the front door. He felt at his collar, adjusting it slightly, before exiting the house.

It was a rather beautiful day, although to Steele, a day wasn't truly beautiful unless he's bred a bitch. That specific requirement, however, Steele felt would be rather easy to achieve that day. As he wandered down to the end of Forest Lane, he decided that he was going to find Dixie and Sylvie. If his spell had worked as intended, then either they should already have been bred by him, or waiting for him to breed them.

The malamute grinned, confidant in his decision, before he made his way to the alley he had found Dixie and Balto in. His reasoning was that, since Dixie was in there the last time he saw her, she should, in theory, be there today as well. He was so focused on finding Dixie that he didn't notice many of the town inhabitants he passed watching him with wry grins.

After a few minutes of walking, Steele reached the corner that the alley was located on. He glanced around, before he headed into the alley. But upon entering, he wound up coming to a sudden stop, his eyes wide in disbelief. He was right about Dixie being there, but there was far more to it than that.

"Hiya, Steele! Come to join the party?"

To Steele's horror and confusion, Balto was in the alley, along with Nikki, Kaltag, and Star. Dixie was happily _squealing_and moaning as Balto fucked her, while off to the side lay Sylvie, resting against an enormous, cum-filled belly.

"Wh...what?" Steele was dumfounded. This wasn't what he had expected, at all. Balto was supposed to be gone, away from Nome; not still there, breeding Steele's prized collection of bitches, all the while Kaltag, Nikki, and Star gushed and worshiped him.

"You okay there, Steele?" Star asked. He was full-on hugging one of Balto's giant testicles, practically rubbing his own erection against it.

"W-what are you doing here?!" Steele asked, looking directly at Balto.

"Er, breeding Dixie and Sylvie again?" Balto asked, looking at Steele in confusion.

"You're not supposed to be here," Steele said, gritting his teeth.

"Excuse me? This is a public place, Steele. Anyone can enter this alleyway," Balto said.

"No, I mean here, as in the whole town!" Steele snapped. Everyone looked at him.

"Hey, uh, Steele, what are you talking about?" Nikki asked. He and Kaltag were both taking turns giving Balto's ass a hard slap (and despite Nikki using his super strength while doing so, Balto barely even flinched in pain).

"I'm talking about how that wolf-dog was never supposed to have shown up a few days ago!" Steele said, now getting irritated.

"Days? Steele, mate, I've been back in Nome for a few months," Balto said.

"What?" Steele asked, surprise making his voice take on a little squeak, which made Sylvie giggle at the sound.

"Yeah, I got back a few months ago. Don't you remember? We ran into each other while I was building my new house," Balto said.

"That...that was three days ago," Steele said.

"Two months. Are you sure you're all right, Steele?" Balto asked.

"No, no, no! This is all wrong!" Steele said, shaking his head and pacing.

"Whoa, Steele, calm down, man!" Nikki said.

"Yeah, Steele, you're looking stressed, I mean, panicked, hysterical, isteric..." Kaltag began.

"You look like you're coming apart!" Star interrupted. Kaltag growled and made to move over to hit the purple husky, but Balto gave him a whack in the face with his tail, momentarily stunning the chinook.

"I'm fine! But this... This isn't right!" Steele said. He glared at Balto. "You were supposed to have vanished! The spell I cast to rewrite history..."

"You used a spell to try and _rewrite_history? Why?" Balto asked.

"To get rid of you!" Steele snapped. "I used a spell, A Change of Reality, to make it so that you never came back to Nome. You were supposed to, I don't know, settle down in the Caribbean or something! Not come back here!"

"You cast A Change of Reality?!" Balto asked.

"Doesn't that spell need three wizards to cast it? Who else would willingly cast that spell for that reason?" Dixie asked.

"I cast it by myself! It was just a little thing..." Before Steele could finish, he found himself cut off.

"You cast it _by yourself?!_Steele, that is one of the most dangerous things you could have done! You're damn well lucky the spell backfired and made a few small changes to reality that you didn't intend! You could have caused time to become unstable and regress the universe back to before the Big Bang!" Balto shouted.

"And for some petty jealousy, at that! Gosh, Steele, that's low, even for you! You just carelessly cast one of the most powerful and dangerous spells in magic for an insignificant reason! Have you no shame?" Dixie asked. Steele was speechless at Dixie's words.

"Now why am I not surprised at this scene?" a voice asked from behind Steele. Steele knew that voice. It belonged to Doctor Tempus Lungbarrow, one of Steele and Balto's old classmates, with the power to manipulate time. He was a wolf with silvery-grey fur, and markings close in appearance to Balto's, except the strip on his snout was just two lines of the darker shade on either side of his nose, with the lighter grey in the middle, unlike Balto's solid brown strip.

Tempus worked for the American Council of Magic, the governing body of America, in the Department of Research. He had first started out as just an intern on a fairly decent wage, but managed to move his way up the ranks. By the time he was twenty, Tempus had become Head of the department, and was noted to be the youngest Head of Research since the Council's inception.

Steele turned around to face Tempus, but the moment he did, his jaw dropped in shock. The wolf now standing in the entrance to the alley was indeed Steele's old classmate, but he was also different. Before Steele had tried to alter reality to his liking, Tempus was one of the few people who could outmatch Steele in terms of genital size, but only by a small margin. His balls were fifty inches, and his cock eighty-eight.

But now, Tempus's genitals were closer in size to Balto's than they were to Steele's! His sheath was six feet long, and heavy enough that it had to lean forward at an angle and point almost completely forward, while the wolf's bollocks stood a jaw-dropping seven-and-a-half feet in diameter each.

"Oh no, not another one!" Steele thought, panic spreading over his body.

"Oh, hey there, Tempus! What brings you here?" Kaltag asked, looking over at the wolf.

"I felt a shift in the timestream, so I wanted to find out what caused it. And the source of the shift is somewhere here," Tempus said, crossing his arms.

"Well, you don't need to look far. He's right there," Balto said, pointing at Steele. Amazingly, despite all that had happened, Balto's hips had not once stopped moving against Dixie's.

"I'm well aware it was Steele," Tempus said, looking over the malamute. "But how could he have caused a divergence?"

"I, er...I cast a spell...to try and alter reality," Steele mumbled.

"You did WHAT?!" Tempus bellowed.

"We've already told him off for it, Tempus," Balto said. Steele looked over at Balto, affronted at being treated like a young child.

"What spell did you try and cast, Steele?" Tempus sounded resigned in his question.

"Why do you need to know?" Steele asked hotly.

"So I can make sure that nothing bad is going to happen. Reality altering spells can have massive backfires," Tempus said. He glared at Steele, who shuffled his feet.

"It was...A Change of Reality," he said quietly. Tempus looked like he was going to have a stroke.

"A...A Change of Reality? A_Change _of Reality_?!_ You cast one of the most dangerous reality altering spells to exist?! Why would you do something so stupid?!" Steele now wished Tempus had never shown up. A verbal thrashing from Dixie and the others, he could handle (if slightly wounded in his pride), but from Tempus, one of the few people he never dared try and cuck? The malamute felt like he was going to wet himself in fear.

"If you think that's bad, it gets worse. He cast it alone," Balto said. A loud slap sounded out when Nikki struck his hand against the wolf-dog's ass, making Balto groan.

"Oh, my God!" Tempus said. He held his head in his hand for a second. "An-and you knew about this?!" he asked, pointing a hand at Balto and marching up to him.

"Not until a few minutes ago. We had just finished berating him for his stunt when you showed up," Balto said, unconcerned.

"Well, he's fucking lucky he didn't accidentally erase himself from time! Or cause history to implode on itself!" Tempus said.

"Um, can I just ask...how did you know there was a change, anyway?" Sylvie asked, looking at Tempus.

"I'm a time manipulator, so I'm attuned to time. Any time someone makes a change to time, I can feel it. Like a ripple effect," Tempus said, calming down.

"You mean you can feel whenever reality is altered? Holy shit, man, you must be stressed out!" Nikki said.

"It's not too bad, really. Most of the time, the changes are small, or don't cause that much of an effect on me. Think of it like this: the continents are in a constant state of movement, but hardly anyone feels it. They know it's happening, though, and, if you concentrate hard enough, you can almost feel a slight vibration in the earth. But what that moron did," Tempus said, pointing at Steele for a second, "is like a tectonic plate jolting and causing a devastating earthquake. The fact that it was a backfire caused the shift to feel even worse."

"How come you only found out about it now, though?" Steele asked. Tempus eyed him. "I mean, I cast the spell last night, but you're acting like it was cast only a few minutes ago," Steele clarified.

Tempus sighed, and said, "Sometimes, these things take a while for time and reality to take them on. Evidently, after you cast the spell, it took until a short while ago in order for the changes to assert themselves."

"So, are there going to be any more consequences of the backfire?" Star asked.

Tempus marched up to Steele and roughly grabbed his arm. Steele didn't try and move, knowing that Tempus would likely attack him for it.

After a few seconds, Tempus let go of Steele's arm.

"No. We're fine," he said. He glared at Steele, and growled, "You're lucky that time was able to patch up your 'little' spell, Steele. Or I would have killed you, regardless of if the Head of Law is here."

"The Head of Law?" Steele asked.

"He means me, Steele," Balto said.

"What?! You mean... You're the Head of the Department of Law?!" Steele asked, looking at Balto.

"Yep, about a month after I returned to Nome, I applied for the job, and got given it the next day," Balto said, smirking. He moaned when Kaltag slapped his ass.

Tempus just shook his head, but judging from his smirk, he wasn't annoyed.

"You're never going to change, are you, Balto?" he asked.

"Nope," Balto responded. He looked at Dixie, and said, "Now that that's all sorted, let's get on with this. I've been holding this back for a while now."

With that, the wolf-dog gave three hard thrusts forwards, and howled to the sky as loud splurts sounded out.

Steele could only watch in dismay as Dixie's womb was flooded and bloated in a tsunami of wolf-dog cum. His ears drooped and his tail went limp, while everyone else around him cheered Balto on.

Over the next few days, Steele tried to adjust to the new reality, and find out what else had changed. Most of the changes he did find were rather small, such as the Alaskan Quidditch team losing the last Quidditch World Cup by ten points, as opposed to their previous loss of fifty.

To Steele's chagrin, however, he had discovered that many of the bitches he knew he had bred in the last few months were no longer pregnant with his pups, or had even been bred by him, and instead having Balto's pups. Meaning that, despite Steele's best efforts, his grip over the town bloodlines was slipping even further than before, while Balto was gaining a much larger foothold in increasing the population.

In a similar vein, Steele was finding that his options on who he could breed with were dwindling. While there were still some females he could fuck (and, more satisfyingly for the malamute, in front of their mates), most females were now enthralled by Balto instead. And for Steele, his selection was decreasing by the day. Soon, Steele doubted he would be able to find any bitch he could breed.

Much to the malamute's relief, however, Jenna had not been enraptured by the wolf-dog, yet. Meaning, if Steele got lucky and acted fast enough, he could, hopefully, take Jenna as his mate before Balto could even try.

And, as luck would have it, a golden opportunity to achieve that goal presented itself. Jenna's landlady had made good on her promise, and had indeed increased Jenna's rent. But instead of being a small or manageable increase, the rent was so expensive that Jenna realised that the only way she would be able to pay it would be by forgoing other essentials like food and water. Sure, she could have done it and relied on magic to conjure food and such, but Jenna personally found that magically conjured food was not as nutritious or good-tasting as 'real' food, and she preferred actually cooking and preparing food over conjuring it anyway.

So, Jenna decided to move out. She planned on moving back in with her mother and younger sister, Evelyne and Rosie, in her childhood home down Snow Street. And Steele saw an opportunity in the situation. He could offer to let Jenna stay with him at Blackhawk Manor, therefore still letting her stay in a home that wasn't occupied by her sister.

Steele quickly rushed out of his home and down the streets, trying to find Jenna. He hoped that asking her in person would sway her to the idea more than a text or phone call. But as he rounded a corner that led to the street Jenna's apartment was situated on, he stopped in his tracks, his eyes wide with horror.

Balto was already there, talking to Jenna. They both looked friendly, and Jenna looked like she was ready to just swoon into Balto's arms.

Worried, Steele walked up to them. Balto spotted him first.

"Hello, Steele. What's brought you here?" he asked.

"I wanted to talk to Jenna about...something," Steele said.

"Huh. Well, in the future, if you're looking for Jenna, and she's not at work, your best bet is to check my house," Balto said. Steele looked at him in confusion. "Oh, I just told Jenna she can stay at my place, seeing as her landlady got greedy and increased her rent to beyond Jenna's affordability," Balto clarified.

"No! No, no, no, no!" Steele mentally screamed. "I...I already knew about the increased rent. I thought you said you were going to move back in with your mother and sister?" he asked, looking at Jenna.

"I was. But then Balto offered me a place to stay at his, and it's actually quite convenient for me. I still get my own privacy, and Balto's home is actually closer to my place of work than my old apartment was," Jenna said. She looked at Steele, before saying, "Are you okay, Steele? You don't look so happy."

"I'm fine," Steele said. "I mean, I'm glad you found a solution to this," he added.

"Yeah. It's so sweet of Balto to offer," Jenna said, smiling at Balto.

"I'm surprised you didn't offer your house, Steele. Surely you've got room for another person," Balto said. From the grin on his face, Steele was sure Balto knew that was his original intention.

"I was...refurbishing the house. I don't think it'd be a good idea to have Jenna in the middle of it," Steele lied.

"Huh, that's quite considerate of you," Balto said, but it was clear he didn't believe Steele. "Anyway, come on, Jen. We better get your stuff moved." With an arm wrapped around Jenna's shoulders, Balto steered Jenna away, before they both vanished in a swirl of magical energy.

The next three days were torture for the malamute. Every day, he wondered and feared if Balto and Jenna had 'got it on' since Jenna moved in with the wolf-dog. There was nothing to say they were, but at the same time, there was nothing to say they weren't either; many rumours were spread around town, but Steele was unsure of the validity of them. And brazen Steele may be, he found he was just unable to even ask the two about it.

Despite Steele's fears, however, Balto and Jenna were not getting intimate with each other. Jenna had been given the largest spare bedroom in Salvatore Manor, which was down the hall from Balto's master bedroom, but she had placed some of her possessions around the house in appropriate areas. Balto didn't mind, even welcoming it - when questioned, he'd just respond, "While she's here, she may as well act like it's her own home as well."

Because Balto and Jenna were close friends, Balto gave Jenna access to and permission to use MISSI, who had been installed into the house via a data core to act as an AI assistant and controller for the manor. But despite that, he refused to create a duplicate of his watch containing MISSI, even for his oldest friend. Rather than get upset, though, Jenna agreed, knowing that MISSI was one of Balto's greatest achievements, and he was unlikely to give total access to her to just anyone.

Eventually, Steele found out that Jenna and Balto were not sleeping together, and his hope rose slightly. He still had a chance after all. But then he also realised something; Balto hadn't fucked Jenna for one specific reason, similar to himself: he was waiting for Jenna's heat.

Knowing that his time was running short, Steele devised a plan to sneak into Balto's home to find his family magical tome. He had heard a rumour around town that the Salvatore Book of Shadows, widely regarded as the most knowledgeable and powerful tome of magic in existence, contained a potion that prevented the drinker from cucking the person who administered the potion.

Just a few days later, Steele put his plan into action. Jenna had left the manor to head to work, but Steele knew that Balto was still there, getting ready to take a shower. Knowing he had a limited amount of time, he headed up to the front doors. To his luck, the doors were unlocked, meaning he could walk in easily.

He could still hear the sound of Balto's shower going, meaning the wolf-dog was still distracted, and giving Steele time to search the house. He paused when he saw a picture on the table by the doors. He picked it up, and barely supressed a growl, seeing Balto and Jenna's smiling faces staring up at him as they raised glasses of champagne.

Steele put the picture down, and walked forwards. He glanced in the living-room, and grinned. Sitting on the coffee table was the Salvatore Book of Shadows. Slightly larger than the Blackhawk Grimoire, Balto's Book of Shadows was a large book bound in green leather, with a red triquetra on the front cover, and pages yellowed with age.

The malamute hurried over to the book and picked it up, before flipping through the pages, hoping that the rumours he had heard were true. Even if they weren't, Steele figured that the Book of Shadows would have something that could help him.

The more he read, the more Steele had to admit how fascinating the knowledge stored within the Book's pages was. There were spells and potions he had never even heard of noted down, as well as entries on magical artefacts and creatures.

But after a few minutes, Steele had found the entry he was looking for.

"'The Bull's Bane. A potion that can prevent a bull from taking the romantic partner of the potion administrator'," Steele read. He grew excited; this was what he has needed since Balto's return!

However, when the dog moved on to reading the ingredients and potion directions, something odd happened. The page was magically wiped clean. Alarmed, Steele turned the page, before turning back, but the page remained blank.

"No. No, no, no, no, no, no!" Steele fumbled about as he held the Book of Shadows in one hand and conjured his wand in the other, before rapping the page with it, saying, "Aparecium!" Nothing happened. Steele tapped the page with his wand again, this time incanting, "Revelio!"

Again, the page remained blank.

Before Steele could try any other method of restoring the page, he noticed that the sound of Balto's shower had stopped. He then heard footsteps on the stairs, and realised that Balto was heading downstairs.

Thinking quickly, Steele closed the Book of Shadows and put it back on the coffee table, and rushed to hide around the corner in the conservatory, between the door leading into the central room and the door leading into the living-room.

Balto had reached the bottom of the stairs, looking content with himself. He was also at his full size, causing loud thumps to sound every time his enormous balls went down a few steps. Upon hearing the wolf-dog finish descending the stairs, Steele prayed he wouldn't enter the conservatory.

To his relief, Balto instead went over to the living-room.

"There it is. Guess Jenna took it out of the attic before leaving," Balto said, picking up the Book of Shadows.

Panicking slightly, Steele spotted the door leading to the secondary porch. As carefully as possible, he pointed his wand at the door, and cast the Unlocking Charm. The door unlocked, but was quite loud, which alerted Balto. He looked over at the door into the conservatory, and, not seeing anything immediately, started to walk over.

Steele tried to stay as still as possible, not even daring to try and rush to the door at his super-speed.

Balto got close to the door, and made to cross the threshold...

"Sir, the room you wanted to keep the Book of Shadows in is complete." MISSI's voice made both Steele and Balto jump.

"Okay, MISSI, thank you. I'll head there now," Balto said. He gave one last look at the conservatory door, before walking out the living-room and to the stairs.

Steele gave a small sigh of relief, thanking his luck. He went to the porch door, and exited it, shutting the door behind him. He then ran down from the porch, across the front garden, and practically leapt over the fence.

Now that he was outside of the manor's grounds, he Disapparated.

The next day, Steele walked over to Aurora Avenue, planning on visiting the town library and see if any of the books in there had an entry on The Bull's Bane. But as he walked down the street, he spotted Balto standing outside the fence surrounding his house. Confused, Steele headed over.

Balto was looking directly ahead at his home, one hand holding his chin, making him look lost in thought. Jenna was standing beside him, looking between him and the house.

"Hey, what's going on?" Steele asked when he reached the two.

"Just planning a few things, Steele, that's all," Balto replied, not even bothering to look at the malamute.

"Planning what?" Steele asked.

"Balto's been thinking of remodelling the house," Jenna answered.

"'Remodelling the house'? What?" Steele asked, confused. Balto and Jenna didn't answer.

"MISSI, how much space is this going to take?" Balto asked quietly.

"It's hard to tell, sir. But I'd estimate it would take up around half-a-mile in length, and a quarter-of-a-mile in width," MISSI replied.

"So I'll just increase the grounds to cover two miles, but do the same method with the manor and have it be magically compressed on the outside," Balto said.

"W-why would you need two miles of grounds?" Steele asked. Again, Balto and Jenna ignored him.

"How many floors did we say we're going for?" Balto asked.

"You said five floors, sir," MISSI said.

"Oh, yeah, that's right. Did we agree on a final design?" Balto asked.

"Yes, sir. Displaying now," MISSI said. Balto grinned, but Steele and Jenna, unable to see what he was seeing, looked at him in confusion. Holding his hand up, Balto waved it in a few small circles, causing magical energy to swirl around for a moment.

Magical energy swirled around the base of Salvatore Manor, before growing into a huge vortex that covered the entire house, obscuring it from view. Many people passing by stopped to watch the display as the vortex spun faster. The houses on either side of the manor suddenly started to move further away, while the vortex grew wider and larger.

Finally, after a few minutes, Balto clenched his fist, and the magical vortex vanished. Now that the vortex was gone, everyone could see what now it had done. Instead of revealing Salvatore Manor, a much larger, more grandiose mansion stood in its place.

Five floors high, the newly built mansion was made of smooth bricks painted a soft blue, with sloping black roofs and several dormers. Rather than a perfect rectangle, on either side of the mansion's front, a large section, roughly an eighth-of-a-mile, jutted out roughly twenty feet. The front doors were now in the middle of the mansion, underneath a large, receded balcony, which, in turn, was below a large dormer, with a tall archway giving entrance and forming a porch around five feet in size. Two other balconies sat, one each, on the extended parts of the mansion. At the top of the mansion, just off centre, was a square clocktower, with a balcony below it, and a turret on top. Another turret sat next to the tower, but was not as high. A small bridge connected the lower turret to the clocktower balcony. At the back left of the mansion was a large, glass dome.

Steele's jaw had dropped in shock. Balto's house previously had already made most of the houses in Nome look small and substandard, but this new mansion just made every house around look like primitive shacks in comparison.

"Now that is a house," Balto said, looking impressed at his own work.

"I don't even know why you made it so big," Jenna said, barely stifling a laugh.

"Oh, let's just say I have a feeling it'll be filled up quite soon," Balto said. He flashed a smirk over at Steele, clearly playing on the malamute's fears. Steele, fortunately, was able to keep his composure, although inside he was worried.

"It's, er... It's pretty impressive," the malamute said, looking at the mansion.

"If you think this is impressive, then wait until you see the inside. Come on!" Balto said, walking up to the gate and opening it.

"Wh-what?" Steele asked.

"Well, it's hardly a house-warming if it's only me and Jen, is it?" Balto asked. He held the gate open and let Jenna walk in, before looking at Steele. "So come on, Steele."

"Three people doesn't make a party either," Steele pointed out.

"Oh, don't worry about that. The others will be along soon," Balto said.

"Others? What others?" Steele asked.

"I think you know who," Balto said. He went up to Steele and grabbed his wrist, before practically dragging him forward, adding, "Come on, Steele. It'll be fun, trust me." Steele didn't try and resist, and just let himself be pulled through the gate.

The moment he stepped through, the area inside the fence grew into expansive grounds of lush, green grass, with many flowers and hedges and trees growing around. A gravel pathway, wide enough for two cars to comfortably drive side-by-side, led from the gate up to the front of the mansion, a good fifty feet away.

Balto gave Steele a pat on the shoulder, before walking up the path with Jenna. Steele trailed behind them, slightly unsure. The sound of wood creaking made him turn to look behind him. The wooden fence that surrounded the mansion's grounds was glowing with light, before collapsing into magical energy, which then reformed into large, stone walls that stood around eleven feet tall. The formerly wooden gate had also transformed, but into a wide pair of wrought iron gates.

Steele turned and quickly ran after Balto and Jenna, who were, by this point, halfway up the path.

When they finally reached the front porch, Balto went first, walking right up to the front doors. He held out a hand, and was close to grasping the doorhandle, when both doors burst open. Just like with the manor before, it seemed that the mansion itself was eager for Balto to enter. The wolf-dog smiled back at Jenna and Steele, before walking in. Jenna followed after Balto.

Steele cautiously walked up to the doors. He glanced at the doors, and noticed they were the same ones that were used for the manor's front doors, although made a few feet taller. But there was something new on one. It was a door knocker, but it was rather...oddly shaped. Made of polished brass, it was shaped to look exactly like Balto, right down to his imposing genitals, his sheath pointing out, and his balls acting as the actual knocker.

The malamute stared at it for a few seconds, his eye twitching in disbelief. He shook his head and quickly walked through the doors.

Inside, the mansion's foyer was a large room, as opposed to the foyer of the manor. There were doorways on the left and right of the room, as well as two doors at back on the far left and far right. A large, wide staircase sat in the middle of the room, leading up to a large landing, with two smaller staircases twisting around and leading up to the next floor. On the floor was a luxurious red carpet that went up the stairs to the landing. A huge chandelier hung from the ceiling, while other, smaller, lamps and lights were hung on the walls.

There was a sparse amount of furniture in the foyer. A couple of armchairs beside a table near the corner of the room, a few bookshelves and glass cabinets against the walls, and the ornate table and mirror from the manor against the wall by the door. But despite its lack of furnishings, the foyer had a sense of welcoming to it.

In the room directly left of the foyer was a large sitting room, filled with couches, armchairs, coffee tables, and display units containing photos and ornaments. To the right was the main living-room. A large area of the mansion, the living-room contained sofas, rugs, tables, a gigantic television, several armchairs, and a magnificent fireplace, which already had a warm fire burning away inside. The living-room also, at it's far right, had a door that led into an expansive dining room.

"So, Steele, what do you think of my new home?" Balto asked, looking at the malamute. Steele just looked around, speechless.

"Well, I think it looks amazing," Jenna said. She looked at Balto, and said, "My stuff better still be here."

"Don't worry, it is. I didn't remove anything, just changed the layout and design," Balto said. He gave a quick glance at the sitting room, and added, "Sure, some of your stuff may have moved, but only to appropriate areas."

"Great. I'm going to go and find my room, then, and freshen up before the others get here. Won't be long," Jenna said. With that, she rushed up the stairs, and vanished from sight.

Once Jenna was gone, Balto turned to look at Steele, grinning. Steele felt uncomfortable.

"Well, now that Jenna's out of earshot...I think there's something you want to say to me, isn't there?" Balto asked.

Steele swallowed, before he nervously asked, "W-why are you...doing this?"

"Oh, I just felt like it. Sure, I liked the old design I had for the house, but then I figured, 'you know what? Why don't I have a better one'? So, I went through with it," Balto said.

"Not the house, Balto. I mean with Jenna..." Steele said. He looked directly at the wolf-dog, and said, "You keep on showing off in front of her, and I know you know that I like her..."

"Oh, it's very simple, Steele," Balto said. He walked closer to Steele, and said, "It's because I like her, too. And I know you know why I haven't fucked her yet, despite having her living with me."

Steele gave a small whimper, and asked, in barely more than a whisper, "P-please...can you just let me have one girl to myself? You can have every other bitch in Nome...just...please...let me have Jenna?"

Balto laughed. In the large foyer, his laugh seemed even more menacing than it was.

"Now, you begging me for something is quite a sight, indeed," Balto said, before his expression suddenly turned serious. "But I'm afraid I can't do that, Steele. All the other bitches in town are fine, but Jenna is that one person I feel a special connection with. I'm sure you know what I mean, yes?"

Steele nodded. He could feel his hopes getting crushed there and then.

"Now, I'm feeling generous, Steele, so I'll make you a deal. I won't claim Jenna as rightfully mine until the day she goes into heat. If you can sway her to be with you instead in that time, then I will respect that and take you up on your offer to let me have every other bitch in town. Deal?" Balto asked, holding out a hand.

Steele hesitated, wondering if he could trust Balto. He weighed his options, thinking everything through. Finally, though, he held out his hand, taking Balto's and shaking it.

"Deal."

The moment the word left his lips, Steele found himself pushed against the wall. Balto had an arm outstretched, his hand pressing against the wall beside Steele's head, while his massive sheath pinned the malamute firmly against the wall.

"Good. But trust me, Steele," Balto _growled_in Steele's ear, "if you end up winning Jenna's heart and try to go back on your word, I won't hesitate to take her from you." Steele's eyes widened in fear. "And believe you me, I don't intend on making this easy for you, Steele," Balto added, now grinning almost evilly.

"O-okay," Steele stuttered.

"Glad you understand, Steele," Balto said. He stepped back from Steele, freeing him. Steele breathed heavily for a few seconds. "Oh, and one more thing," Balto said. He suddenly grabbed at Steele's collar and pulled it off his neck, the buckle opening and letting the collar come loose.

Steele, stunned, didn't react for a few seconds, before suddenly saying, "Hey, that's mine!" He went to snatch the collar back from Balto, but he moved his hand out of Steele's reach.

"You've been wearing it constantly for the past week and a half. I'm sure you can survive having it off for a little while," Balto said. Steele wanted to argue, but then he realised that Balto was expecting it. So, begrudgingly, he agreed. Balto grinned, and hung the collar on a key hook on the mirror frame above the table.

A few minutes later, Jenna came downstairs. Her fur was sleek and shiny, having just been washed and brushed. Both Balto and Steele admired how beautiful Jenna looked, but, for once, Steele was the first to act.

"You look really nice, Jen," he said.

"Heh, thanks, Steele. It's not much, though. Just some fur-shining shampoo and a brush," Jenna said.

"Well, you look beautiful either way, Jenna," Balto said. Jenna smiled, although it was also clear she was blushing.

Before anything else could be said, however, there was a knock at the door.

"Get that, will you, Steele?" Balto asked.

"Why do I have to get it? It's your front door," Steele pointed out.

"Because I told you to, that's why," Balto said. He and Jenna walked into the living-room, while more knocking sounded at the door. Steele sighed, and went over to the front doors. He opened the left one.

"Oh, hey, Steele. Guess Balto invited you too, huh?" Standing outside the door was Kaltag, Nikki, and Star. Alongside them was Kaltag's girlfriend Erica, a chinook with fur lighter than Kaltag's; Nikki's fiancée Rikki, a black Newfoundland of a similar build to Nikki; and Star's boyfriend Sirius, a light brown and white husky.

"Er, yeah, he did," Steele said. He stood to the side as the six walked in.

"Wow. Does Balto know how to make a home, or what?" Star asked, looking around the foyer.

"It's amazing, it's impressive, it's magnifique, it's..." Kaltag began rambling.

"Just say it looks brilliant and get on with it, Kal," Erica said, lightly rubbing Kaltag's shoulder. Unlike with Star when he interrupts him, Kaltag just smiled at Erica and rubbed his head against hers.

"Hey there, guys," Balto said, walking into the foyer.

"Hi, Balto!" Rikki said.

"Hey there, Balto," Nikki said.

"Glad you could all come. Looks like we're just waiting on a few more people, but while we do, why don't you head into the living-room?" Balto asked, pointing in the direction of said room. Nikki, Kaltag, Star, and their respective partners walked to the living-room, but when Steele made to join them, Balto grabbed hold of his shoulder and pulled him back. "Just so we're clear, Steele, I'm fine with you socialising here, but if you even dare to try and fuck someone in my home, I won't hesitate to go back on our deal."

"Like I'd even try and cuck any of the guys here with you around," Steele thought bitterly. He knew Balto would hear it, but didn't care. Balto just smirked, and let go of Steele, letting him join the others in the living-room.

For the next few minutes, everyone mingled and socialised in the living-room, while also taking in the size and décor of the mansion. Steele felt a little uncomfortable, but was able to push through it.

The doorbell went off.

"I'll get it," Jenna said, getting up and heading to the door. She opened it. "Oh, hi, guys. Come on in!" She stepped to the side to let the new guests inside.

"Well, at least we know it'll be impossible to get lost finding this house." Steele whipped his head around to look at the foyer, and felt his stomach drop.

Sylvie and Dixie had arrived, but they weren't alone. Standing right by them was Tempus, along with his wife, River. Professor River Lungbarrow was a wolf with light grey fur that bordered on white, and was the current (and most popular) Headmistress of the Nome Academy of Magical Studies. She was also an archaeologist, and taught students at the school who wished to study the field as well, as extracurricular work.

"Unfortunately, Jethro and Sophia couldn't come. Sophia's busy with the restaurant, and Jethro had a date planned today with Talitha," Tempus said.

"Oh, not to worry. We'll see them at some point," Jenna said, leading the four into the living-room.

"Ah, excellent. Everyone's here!" Balto said. He raised his hand and clicked his fingers, releasing a small flare of magical energy.

Trays with food and drinks were conjured around the room, floating in the air with magic.

"Now, everyone help themselves, and let's enjoy this night," Balto said. Everyone gave cheers of agreement.

The housewarming party went on for a few hours. At one point, one of the sofas was Transfigured into a pool table, complete with ques and balls, and a few rounds were played, mainly by the guys. Balto won the most, but there were a few rounds where he ended up losing to one of the others.

While Balto set up the table to play another round, this time against Rikki, Steele walked up to Jenna. She was leaning against a wall, holding an empty champagne flute.

"How are you, Jen?" Steele asked.

"I'm fine, Steele. Just trying to regulate emotions," Jenna said.

"Makes sense. I guess parties tend to play on your powers, huh?" Steele asked.

"You could say that," Jenna said. An empty tray floated past her, and she put her glass on it. "But I don't mind parties. I was at a work gathering two weeks ago, and it was pretty fun," she added.

"I'll bet," Steele said. He eyed up Jenna's bandanna, and figured he better ask about it. "Hey, Jen, can I ask you something?"

"Sure," Jenna said.

"What's with the bandanna?" Steele asked.

"You mean this?" Jenna asked, placing a hand on the bandanna's knot. Steele nodded. "Well, it was actually a graduation gift. Balto gave it to me a few hours after we all graduated," Jenna said.

"Oh, really? I thought, from how much you clearly adore it, and how well-kept it is, it might be a family heirloom or something," Steele said.

"Oh, no. I just love it because it's one of the first gifts Balto gave me," Jenna said. Another tray, holding two glasses of champagne, floated over to the two. Jenna took one of the glasses, adding, "I guess you can say it's got more sentimental value than material worth. Which is fine for me."

Steele nodded in agreement, and went to take the other glass. But just before his hand reached the glass, the tray it was on whizzed off, and stopped beside Kaltag, who happily took the glass and downed its contents in practically one gulp. Steele stared in annoyance, while Jenna couldn't help but giggle.

"MISSI, don't be so mean," the husky said, looking up.

"Sorry, Jen, but Kaltag needed the drink more," MISSI replied.

"Yo-you mean that Balto's AI thing is controlling the trays? I thought they were being moved with magic," Steele said.

"They are. But MISSI is controlling the flight paths they go through. I'm not too sure on how it works, really," Jenna said. She took a few sips of her drink, before asking, "Anyway, how are things going for you?"

"I'm doing fine. Just a bit...side-tracked, that's all," Steele said. He glanced around the room. "How's work?" he asked.

"Oh, it's going great. My boss told me that my column alone helped double the paper's readership in the past week, and I received an award for one of my columns," Jenna said.

"That...that's great, Jen," Steele said. Before he could say anything else, though, they were interrupted.

"Hey, Jen! River's saying she can beat you at a game of darts!" Dixie said. River was grinning as she looked over at Jenna.

"Oh, is she now?" Jenna asked. She gave her glass to Steele and marched over, saying, "I hope you're willing to put your money where your mouth is, Professor."

"More than willing, dear," River said.

"Then let's play a game," Jenna replied.

A dartboard appeared, hovering just before the wall. Sylvie then conjured six darts, three with red flights, and the other three with grey flights. She handed the red darts to Jenna, and the grey ones to River.

"Okay, we'll have three rounds to get down from seven hundred and one. No magic, just skill. Closest to zero at the end after throwing all nine darts wins," Jenna said.

"I'm game. But how much are we betting on this?" River asked.

"Hmm, how's forty Galleons sound to you?" Jenna asked.

"A decent amount," River agreed.

"Well, this is going to be interesting to watch," Nikki said.

"I'll keep score," Sylvie said, conjuring a chalkboard and a piece of chalk. She quickly drew a line down the board, and wrote Jenna and River's names either side of the line, with _701_beneath both names.

"So, who goes first?" River asked.

"Both of you think of a random number between one and a hundred," Balto said.

"Thirty-seven," River said, the same time Jenna said, "seventy-two."

"Okay, now, MISSI, generate a random number between one and a hundred," Balto said.

"Eighty-four," MISSI announced.

"River goes first," Balto said.

"Hey, but Jen got the closest number," Steele said.

"I never said that she who gets the closest number goes first, now did I?" Balto asked.

River stepped up so that she was the correct distance from the dartboard, and took the appropriate stance. She took aim, and threw her first dart. It landed on the double ring for twenty, meaning she had scored forty. As Sylvie wrote down the score on River's side of the chalkboard, River aimed and threw her second dart.

This time, it landed on the triple ring for thirteen, increasing her score to seventy-nine. Once again, River aimed, and threw.

Her final score at the end of the first round was a decent one hundred and twelve. Sylvie wrote down the individual scores, followed by a large 589.

Jenna walked up to the position and took the same stance as River. Without even hesitating, she threw her first dart.

To everyone's amazement, she got a bull's eye.

Jenna's second and third darts both landed on the triple ring, one for fifteen, and the other for nine, giving Jenna an overall score of one hundred and twenty-two. Sylvie wrote down the individual scores on Jenna's side, alongside a large 579.

The next round, River's final score was one hundred and sixty-eight, while Jenna's was one hundred and seventeen. As Sylvie wrote down, River was now closer to zero than Jenna, by a few points.

Now it was the final round. River took her go, and decided to spice it up. Her first two darts she threw with the normal stance, having them land so her score was currently eighty-eight. With a grin, River turned around and threw the dart behind her without looking.

Amazingly, the dart landed on the board, on the triple ring for sixteen, increasing River's score to one hundred and thirty-six, and meaning she reduced her score down to two hundred and eighty-five.

Jenna didn't look concerned, even with River's astonishing display of skill. Instead, she took her place...and turned to face her side, throwing her three darts in rapid succession at the board.

Each one landed on the triple ring for twenty, scoring one hundred and eighty, and reducing Jenna's overall score down to two hundred and eighty-two.

"Looks like Jen's the winner," Sylvie said, placing a line under Jenna's final score.

"That was a fun game," Jenna said, a satisfied smirk on her face.

"Indeed," River said. She produced her wand, adding, "Well, I'm a wolf of my word." She waved her wand at a nearby coffee table, and a few stacks of gold Galleons appeared.

"There's no shame in it, though. It was a pretty close game," Jenna said. She waved her hand at the Galleons, and they Swirled out.

Steele watched, and even as the party resumed, only now with darts being played as well as pool, he felt even more out of place than before. What really annoyed him, though, was the fact that everyone there was there to see and spend time with Balto, not him. He mentally_growled_, wanting nothing more than to slice the wolf-dog's neck. Everything around him was made by Balto, right down to Sylvie and Dixie's current pregnancies.

Knowing that getting angry and starting a fight would not solve his problems (if anything, that would make them even worse than they already were), Steele decided to just leave. He snuck out of the living-room and walked to the front doors. He glanced back, and left. He didn't notice that Jenna had spotted him going.

The malamute walked down the pathway to the front gates, his head lowered and his tail barely moving. Just before he reached the gates, he spotted a rosebush blooming next to the path. His first instinct was to set fire to it, but he settled on a much more subtle method of 'revenge'.

Taking hold of his huge sheath, Steele pointed it in the rosebush's direction, and, with a satisfied sigh, let loose a strong stream of urine all over the plant. For a solid minute, Steele pissed over the bush, making sure to get every part of it soaked in his urine.

When his bladder was empty, Steele gave his sheath a shake to let the last few drops fall onto the bush. Now satisfied, Steele walked to the front gates, opened one, and left. Once out of the property, Steele turned, and Flashed out.

The next day, when Steele woke up and had a shower, he realised his collar was not where he usually kept it. Worried, the malamute began frantically searching his room, but when he still couldn't find it, he searched around the entire house. Still nothing, not even a hint of where it could be. Even using the Summoning Charm didn't work.

Then Steele realised where it was. He had forgotten to pick it up when he left Balto's home. It was still in Salvatore Mansion.

Dread filled Steele. He didn't want to go back there. But he also didn't want to leave his prized collar behind either. Sighing, Steele exited his house and made his way to Balto's. He thought over several scenarios in his head of what could happen. If Balto and Jenna weren't in, it would give him the chance to enter the house and get his collar without either of them seeing him, but he also didn't know if Balto had left the collar on the key hook, or moved it elsewhere.

As much as Steele hated it, his best chance of getting the collar back was if Balto was still home.

Quicker than he expected, Steele found himself outside the gates to Salvatore Mansion. He held out a hand to open one, and they both opened with loud creaks. Steele looked around, before heading through.

Making his way up to the mansion, Steele looked up at it. There weren't any signs someone was home, no open windows, no lights, nothing.

Once Steele was outside the doors, he paused for a moment. He glanced up at the doors, before he pressed the doorbell. Except nothing happened. Steele pressed it again, but still silence.

The malamute cursed under his breath, knowing what his only option was as he stared at the door knocker. It was almost like it was taunting him, the way the fake Balto's brass face grinned down at him. Giving an annoyed sigh, Steele reached out, grabbed the knocker's orbs, and rapped them against the door.

They gave off surprisingly loud knocks, so much so that Steele felt they could wake up the whole town.

A few seconds later, to Steele's disappointment, the door opened, and Balto peered out.

"Oh, hey, Steele. What brings you here?" he asked.

"I, er...I think I left my collar here yesterday," Steele said.

"Ah, right. And I take it you want it back, huh?" Balto asked.

"Yes," Steele said grumpily.

"Well, I don't think that'll be possible anymore, Steele," Balto said.

"What do you mean by that?" Steele asked, confused and angered.

"It's been repurposed. Doesn't really work as a collar anymore," Balto said. Steele raised an eyebrow.

"What have you done with it, wolf-dog?" he asked.

Instead of verbally answering, Balto just opened the other door, revealing exactly what had happened to Steele's collar. It turned out that Balto was wearing it, but not in a typical fashion. Steele just stared in horror at what had become of his beloved collar, his first ever prize.

It was wrapped around the base of Balto's sheath and balls, acting as a glorified cock ring. It had evidently been modified beforehand so it could fit around Balto's genitalia, but there was no mistaking it. Steele's collar, his prized Golden Collar, turned into a mere cock ring for Balto.

"Like I said, it doesn't really work as a collar anymore," Balto said. Despite his seemingly apologetic tone, the smirk on the wolf-dog's face made it clear he was not sorry.

"B-but...but that's my collar..." Steele whimpered.

"And now it's mine," Balto countered. He thrust his hips forwards a few times, adding, "Doesn't it look much better on me than it did on you?"

"You...you...you freak!" Steele shouted, staggering back. "Y-you... Why would you do such a thing?!"

"I just felt like it," Balto replied simply. He grinned, stating, "And I bet wearing this will make fucking Jenna feel even better."

"Hey, now, wait a minute! We had a deal, wolf-dog!" Steele said.

"I'm aware, Steele. So you might want to spend less time bothering me about my cock ring, and more time trying to seduce Jenna. Unless you want me to take her," Balto said.

"Fuck you," Steele said, gritting his teeth. He gave a glance down at his old collar. "Keep the damn thing, then," he practically spat, before turning and walking off back down the pathway.

"Glad you understand, Steele," Balto said, closing the mansion doors.

Over the next few weeks, Steele tried his hardest to persuade Jenna to be with him instead of Balto, and find a way to prevent Balto from taking Jenna from him. Unable to find a single reference to The Bull's Bane in any book he could read, Steele knew he would have to settle for different methods.

Time was running out, though. If Steele didn't find a method soon, then he'd never stand a chance at getting to Jenna.

At the same time, though, Balto had been prowling around the town, taking any bitch in heat he fancied (which was nearly all of them). Unlike Steele, who often had to force males to submit to him, Balto was able to breed a mated bitch with her mate watching without complaint most of the time. Those who did complain, though, were just as helpless to stop Balto as Steele was, if not more so.

Much to Steele chagrin, though, as well as increasing the number of bitches lusting after his cock instead of the malamute's, Balto was also displaying his new cock ring to anyone who looked. He made it no secret that it used to be Steele's Champion Collar, a fact that made many of the town's inhabitants laugh and jeer at Steele. A few dogs had even commented that the collar worked better as a cock ring, showing off Balto's champion genitals.

With only a few days to go until Jenna was due to go into heat, Steele found himself standing outside the doors to Lungbarrow Manor, Tempus's family home. A large mansion on the outskirts of the town, Lungbarrow Manor (also known as the House of Lungbarrow, the Time Manor, and the House of Time) was originally the largest building within Nome's vicinity, until Balto's mansion took the title. But taking up an area of a quarter-of-a-square-mile, with five towers, four at each corner and a taller tower in the middle of the house, surrounded by multiple roofs, Lungbarrow Manor was still an impressive house.

The reason Steele was there was because he needed to ask Tempus a favour. The wolf's power over time was second only to Balto, and thus he was the only person Steele felt could help him. Because what Steele wanted to do was reverse time to before he cast A Change of Reality, and therefore, hopefully, buy him more time to seduce and claim Jenna as his own.

Feeling humiliated that he was stooping to such a level, Steele sighed, and knocked on one of the front doors, which he noticed were similar in appearance to the front doors of Balto's home. No one answered. Instead, the door Steele knocked on unlocked and opened by itself.

A little worried, Steele walked in, and found the ground floor of Lungbarrow Manor was almost identical to that of Salvatore Manor before its transformation into Salvatore Mansion, only much larger. There were also a few additions to Lungbarrow Manor that Salvatore Manor did not have, such as a second, smaller, living-room to the left of the foyer in place of an alcove.

Whether it was a coincidence or a case of someone copying the other, Steele didn't know. And, to be honest, he didn't care, either.

"Tempus?" he asked, walking forwards.

A loud schlick sounded, followed by a male voice shouting, "Oh, fuck yeah! Damn, I love fucking you!"

Steele was curious, and so he tentatively approached the currently shut doors to the main living-room. Slowly, he slid one of them open, and peered inside. He quickly backed up in surprise. For inside the living-room, on the floor, was Tempus, pounding his humongous cock into River's hungry pussy. Massive puddles of pre-cum had formed around them, as well as covering their groins, causing every connection of their hips to give off loud, wet slaps each time. Judging from the size of River's belly, though, this was hardly their first fuck of the day.

The malamute didn't know how to react. Should he still try and ask Tempus to help him, or bail on the plan entirely?

"And what are you doing here, Blackhawk?"

Nervously, Steele turned his head to look at his side. Standing in the entrance to the sitting room was Jethro Lungbarrow, Tempus's younger brother. He was a black wolf, with a set of genitals a little larger than Steele's, and the current Potions teacher at the local school, as well as the school councillor. But despite that, Jethro was a rather intimidating wolf, able to make even grown men cower in fear.

Unable to handle it, Steele fled. He rushed out of the mansion, and all the way back home. He didn't want to risk asking Tempus for help anymore. He'd find his own way. He was determined to.

And, to his fortune, the day before Jenna was due to go into heat, Steele had managed to ask her out on a date the next day. He felt he had lucked out, because surely, surely, that should be enough for Balto to back off, right?

Confident he had won the deal, Steele went to bed and slept easily that night. He dreamt of the future he hoped to have with Jenna, of her, massively pregnant with his litter, dutifully attentive to him and his needs, and his alone.

When morning arrived, Steele woke up, happier than he had been in weeks, and got ready. He had a thorough shower, making sure to make himself as clean as possible. When done and dried, he meticulously brushed at his fur until it was smooth, sleek, and shiny. Finally, he sprayed some nice cologne on his body, and, satisfied, he left his house.

The malamute excitedly made his way down to Aurora Avenue, where he and Jenna had agreed to meet up. Since Jenna wasn't out on the actual street, Steele decided to check a few of the alleys before heading to Salvatore Mansion.

To his luck, he found Jenna in the second alley he checked. To his dismay, however, she wasn't alone.

"Gee, Steele, you're really starting to make a habit of this!" Balto said. He was fully erect, and the tip of his cock was already inserted in Jenna's pussy. The husky was moaning in bliss as she pressed herself back, trying to cram even more of Balto's cock in her. She was so lost in her pleasure that she didn't even notice Steele.

As Steele watched, dumbfounded, Balto thrust his hips forwards, while telekinetically pulling Jenna back. Jenna screamed and_yelped_ in shock and pleasure, feeling her formerly virgin cunt spread apart wider than ever before, while her abdomen stretched out, conforming to the shape of Balto's embedded penis.

"Ohh, God, Balto! Fuck, I feel so full!" Jenna yelled.

"Aw, don't be like that, Jen. You've not even taken a quarter of my cock!" Balto commented.

"W-what? Oh, oh, God!" Jenna moaned in response, her tail wagging like a flag caught in a storm. Balto flashed a smirk over at Steele, before opening two portals before him and inserting his hands in them, with them exiting portals just behind Jenna and allowing him to grip at her hips.

The wolf-dog noted that Steele didn't look away, even as he thrust himself forwards against the small husky, his throbbing tower slamming further inside of her than before. Jenna flung her head back, squealing so loudly that Steele figured all of Nome heard her.

Balto waggled his rump, saying, "I reckon she's enjoying herself, don't you, Steele?" Steele just watched, mesmerised, as Balto's ass shook and jiggled, while his gigantic cock turned Jenna's pussy into a cave fit only for him.

Jenna didn't seem to care, however. Her heavy moan filled the air. It felt even better than she had ever imagined. Her swollen lips spread wetly with a squelch for her lover, wider and more ready than ever thanks to her aching, itching heat. His giant rod speared her apart easily, excavating her insides like a giant industrial drill. His bulging staff split the small husky in half, sending her into quivering fits of bliss. This was the first time she had been waiting for; one of pure pleasure, the bliss of performing the intimate act with a male who felt the same amount of love for her as she did him.

"Balto!" she cried; all inhibitions gone for the time being. "Harder!" She made to scream more, but all that could come out of her mouth after that were wavering whines.

Balto made sure Steele was watching intently as he began to properly thrust in and out of his bitch, pulling his massive dick out of her wetly, only to force it further inside her stretched and spoiled cunt a second later.

Somehow finding the confidence to speak, Steele said, in a quieter voice than he wanted, "J-Jenna..." Jenna didn't answer, her senses all but dulled to anything that wasn't Balto. Instead, Balto answered.

"Looks like Jenna's a bit distracted at the moment, Steele. Guess she'll be running late. Sure you understand. But if you want, you can wait a bit, and I'm sure she'll be able to see you soon," he said, loudly.

"You mean you knew about my date with her?!" Steele asked, outraged.

"If you can even call it a date," Balto muttered, still thrusting away at Jenna. Somehow, by now, nearly half of Balto's shaft had been forced into Jenna's rapidly expanding pussy. Steele doubted Jenna would even be able to feel anyone else's dick now, let alone his own. Not that it would matter; with how far Balto was ploughing Jenna, his tip was certainly filling her womb, meaning any and all bursts of pre-cum would already coat her eggs in wolf-dog sperm easily.

"But...but we had a deal! We had a deal, Balto!" Steele said.

"And so we did. I agreed to leave Jenna alone and never breed her if you managed to sway her to be with you instead. Sorry, Steele, but asking Jenna out on a coffee date doesn't count," Balto said.

"You motherfucking cunt!" Steele growled, but there was no force behind it. Like it or not, he was helpless against the wolf-dog.

"Mm, what was it you said to be yesterday, Jen? That you never see spending time with Steele as a date?" Balto asked.

Jenna groaned, her mind still reeling from the intense pleasure she was being given, but she dutifully answered Balto, saying, "I know Steele likes me, but I can't ever see myself being with him. Especially not when I now have you, Balto!"

"Aw, how sweet," Balto replied, punctuating Jenna's response with a hard thrust, which sent Jenna into blubbering whimpers of delight. With how wide Balto's cock was stretching her, Jenna felt her legs get splayed unnaturally wide, almost painfully so, but her sore legs were the last things on her mind. The wolf-dog's dick had already formed a massive bulge in her stomach, the exact shape and size of his shaft.

Balto rammed himself into her again, making Jenna yelp! This time, more than half of his cock was forced inside, getting closer and closer to the knot. Not long now.

Whimpering and thrusting her hips against the large, brown wolf-dog, Jenna said, "Now I know for definite how the others felt."

"Surely you already did, thanks to your Empathy," Balto mused. He brought a hand out of one of the portals so he could slap at his ass repeatedly, while speeding up his thrusts.

"Ooooh, yeah, but...nngh, this feels even better than what they felt!" Jenna moaned. She clenched her fist, clawing at the ground, and a burst of blue energy shot from her fist, hitting a nearby wall. Balto pulled back and sunk into her again, sending his and her mixed fluids splashing out of her pussy, dribbling down to coat the ground in their essences.

"Well, from today onwards, you get to have all the pleasure I can give you," Balto said. He pulled back, and gave himself an extremely hard spank, causing one of the loudest slaps Steele had ever heard, which led to Balto reaming into Jenna once again, so hard that he ended up stuffing her right up to the knot!

Jenna glanced over her shoulder at Balto. He was so big and strong; he was the perfect mate for her. And he was about to fully satisfy the deep, burning craving that was between her legs. Already, she knew her womb and ovaries had been flooded with his pre-cum alone. Soon, he would properly fill her womb, and thus, give the final proof that she and he were destined to be together.

Balto growled, hammering into her now. His knot smacked against her tender lips again and again, spreading her lips further with each thrust. He knew Steele could see everything - every inch deeper Balto's knot burrowed, threatening to seal his seed forever in Jenna's womb. He knew the malamute could see her spread legs, her own plaintive humps up against the wolf-dog. He was so powerful, in complete control. The slender husky whimpered in delight, gritting her teeth against the pain of her vulva stretching slowly around his pumping bulge. "Do it!" she cried, "Tie me, breed me! You're the only man that deserves my cunt!" As if to emphasise her words, blue light erupted out of her vagina, wrapping around Balto's enormous knot and tugging at it to pull it in deeper.

Hearing those words hurt Steele more than anything else. He had hoped that, someday, somehow, he could prove to Jenna he was worthy of her love. But that, combined with her previous comment of not seeing him as someone she would be with, left the malamute deflated.

Balto tensed his legs, placing his hand back in the portal to grip at Jenna with all his strength. Jenna just trembled and whimpered underneath such a powerful specimen, her heated cunt begging to be fully filled. And there was no one else who could fill her like Balto could.

Balto launched himself forwards at lightning speeds, yelling out loud. At the same time, his power combined with Jenna's, pulling her folds so far apart that Balto's knot slid inside with a wet splortch! Jenna's vulva clenched around his cock lewdly, refusing to let him go. Steele whimpered in defeat. There was nothing he could do now. Balto wouldn't be separating from Jenna until he'd finished having his way with her.

Jenna yelped, her entire body shuddering as she came. She kicked her legs uselessly, her tail shaking, unable to fully move now that it was trapped between her back and Balto's muscled chest. His unbelievable knot throbbed against her clitoris, and like all his other bitches, there was little she could do to resist writhing in bliss against him. More than that, she was certain that the beautiful wolf-dog holding her would fill her quivering womb, ensuring an incredible litter of handsome puppies.

But Balto didn't release yet. Instead, he kept his thrusts up, bucking his hips into Jenna's at an unrelenting pace. Steele had to admit, Balto's stamina and control over his bodily functions was impressive.

Despite the rough, almost violent fucking, there was a tenderness to it as well. Jenna felt no pain from her pussy being stretched and pulled and tugged with every movement Balto's cock made. In fact, they instead set of multiple orgasms for the husky, so many in rapid succession that Jenna couldn't tell when one ended and another began. To compliment this, Balto began gently running his hands along her body, while letting her rest her head against his neck, hearing the rough, ragged _growls_rumbling in his throat.

Steele wondered how much longer Balto could handle it. He, himself, never normally lasted too long after knotting a bitch, only a few minutes, at the most. But Balto had already beat that by lasting ten minutes of relentless fucking.

Eventually, after another ten minutes of knot-deep mating, Balto couldn't last much longer. He gave three last, hard thrusts, before howling as he held himself deep inside, balls convulsing and pulsing frantically. Splurts rang out five times a second, so loud and plentiful that they could be heard for miles! But Balto didn't care, so into his orgasm that he just rode it out to its fullest.

Steele ended up stumbling and falling on his ass, the pulsations from Balto's balls being so powerful they were causing the entire town to quake along with them! If that wasn't enough, Jenna pressed her lips together and howled alongside Balto, letting her voice meld with his as the final proof of her choice. And all the while, Jenna's belly became a humongous ball of cum, growing larger with every loud _splurt_from Balto as he grunted and tensed his balls more.

When Balto's orgasm finally dwindled, twenty minutes later, he and Jenna both kissed each other passionately, before lovingly nuzzling each other. Small trails of cum had managed to squeeze through the otherwise airtight seal of Balto's knot, but it didn't matter. The husky's belly was a clear twelve thousand feet in size, filled to the absolute brim with wolf-dog puppy-batter.

There was no way that Jenna would not be pregnant after this.

"Did you enjoy it?" Balto asked, making Jenna giggle.

"Oh, yes, I did. That was amazing, Balto," she responded.

"You weren't so bad yourself, Jen. I think Steele enjoyed watching," Balto said with a grin. He looked over at the malamute, and added, "So you see, Steele, Jenna was always meant to be mine. It may have taken a while, but the reason she never got with you was because _I'm_the only man she can ever be with."

Steele took a step back, unable to deny the truth in Balto's words. Why else would Jenna be so against becoming his mate? The malamute's lingering ego refused to accept that his personality was a contributing factor, instead choosing to solely believe that his destiny never aligned with his plans in the first place.

Hearing Steele's name made Jenna turn to look at her side, and finally, she saw Steele standing in the alleyway. "Oh, hi there, Steele," she said. "What brings you here?"

"H-hey, Jenna... Erm, we were...we were supposed to meet up, remember?" Steele asked.

Jenna's eyes widened for a moment, and she said, "We were? Oh, shoot, I totally forgot about it. Um, well, if you want, we can still have that...meet up, at some point."

"N-nah, it...it's fine, Jen. I can see you're busy, and..." Steele stammered. His already crushed heart and hopes felt like they had been turned into dust from how dismissive Jenna was over their previously established 'date'.

"Why don't you head to the café you planned on going to with her? I'll make sure she gets there soon," Balto said. He was grinning, and it made Steele uncomfortable.

"You're so sweet, Balto," Jenna said, leaning herself fully into Balto's embrace. "Are you sure you're okay with me spending time with Steele?"

"Oh, don't worry about it. It's not like it's an actual date, after all," Balto said. He flashed a smirk at Steele, saying, "So go on. Jenna will be with you shortly."

Steele didn't know what to do, except just obey. He backed out of the alley, before running off. He made his way down the street and to the next, stopping outside King's Buns. But even then, he could still see the giant sphere that was Jenna's belly, towering over the rest of the buildings in Nome.

As Steele looked at the huge ball, he suddenly heard another set of loud splurts, followed immediately by the ground shaking like in an earthquake. It didn't take a genius to figure out Balto was cumming again. The final proof came when Jenna's belly doubled in size.

With a sigh, Steele went into the café and sat down at a table. He ordered himself a coffee, before waiting. He didn't expect Jenna to arrive any time soon, considering Balto had seeded her for the second time in a row just seconds earlier. The interior of the café started shaking as more splurts sounded. Balto had just came in Jenna a third time.

A waiter came over and placed Steele's coffee on the table, before moving on to another table. Steele just took the coffee cup and drank some of it.

For the next ten minutes, Steele waited, sipping at his drink. Every now and then, the town would shake and echo with Balto's cum-splattered orgasms, to the point Steele didn't even know how many times the wolf-dog had claimed Jenna.

SPLURT!

Yet another orgasm from Balto, rocking the town with his nuts alone. But to Steele's surprise, just two seconds after the quaking stopped, magical energy began swirling around next to the table he was sitting at. Steele's hopes went up when the energy became a swirling pillar.

But when the energy dissipated, Steele's face fell. For Jenna had indeed just Swirled into the café, but so had Balto. The two were still tied, and Balto still pumping his hips into Jenna's, but Jenna's massive belly was gone. Instead, she looked her normal, slim self.

Seeing Steele's confusion, Balto said, "I figured it'd be best to shrink Jenna's outer appearance so she and I can fit in here. But don't worry, she's still just as stretched and bloated as she was before."

Before the malamute could object, Balto had sat down at the table, with Jenna bouncing lightly in his lap. Steele flattened his ears, but said nothing. He knew there was no point in arguing with Balto.

So, after Jenna ordered her and Balto a drink (she took a cappuccino, while Balto asked for a strawberry and cream smoothie), Steele's 'date' with the husky started. It was one of the most humiliating experiences Steele had ever had. Throughout the whole thing, Balto didn't relent in his fucking, and kept pumping his cock in Jenna's pussy.

Trying to push past that, Steele asked Jenna, "S-so, how's work going?"

"Oh, it's going fine...ooh, yeah, Baltooooooo!" Jenna moaned, looking back at the muscular wolf-dog. He grinned at her.

"W-well, that...that's good..." Steele began, only for Balto to interrupt him, very loudly announcing, "FUCK YEAH! I'M CUMMING, BITCH!"

SPLURRRRRRT!

Jenna and Balto both moaned and howled_as Balto's balls pulsed and spasmed, filling her already completely flooded womb even more. Large bulges appeared on Jenna's stomach, matching every time Balto _splurted inside her. Everyone else in the café cheered for Balto, with some even laughing at Steele.

By the end of that orgasm, Jenna's belly now looked like she was fully pregnant with a massive litter. Just a precursor of what was yet to come.

Ashamed, Steele wanted to end the meet up there and then, but found himself unable to. Instead, he was forced to sit through another forty agonising minutes of trying to talk to Jenna while her wolf-dog lover seeded her again and again.

When Balto was done with the situation, he calmly stated as such, and, after giving himself a hard spank, vanished in a flurry of tiny blue and white orbs of light, taking Jenna with him. The only evidence he and Jenna had been there at all was a few cum stains on the ground. Steele was left alone at the table, and found himself also footing the bill. Annoyed, he begrudgingly paid the amount, and left.

On his way home, he noticed everyone looking at him, some with smirks on their faces, others almost dismissive. Realising that news of Balto breeding Jenna and humiliating Steele at the café must have spread around the town by this point, Steele hurried home, unwilling and unable to face the town at the moment.

Over the next few days, Balto and Jenna made it no secret that they were a couple. Every day, it was common to find Balto and Jenna publicly fucking each other. The town didn't complain, and instead enjoyed the situation. Some of the bolder townsfolk even went as far as to slapping Balto's ass during his and Jenna's public romps, which would spur the wolf-dog on to fuck his lover harder.

At the same time, Steele had found what little reputation he had left in the town had all but vanished. He was still one of the town's best runners, of that no one questioned. But his status as a town stud was practically non-existent at this point. The only bitches who came to him were the desperate, and even then, it was only few of them, with the vast majority going for Balto instead.

Despite all of this, however, Steele could often be found trying to sway Jenna to be with him. It was a lost cause, but the only reason Steele even attempted was because of Balto toying with him. Every now and then, the wolf-dog would play on Steele's hopes and desperations, subtly suggesting the malamute still had a chance.

Of course, that all just made his failures and humiliation much more satisfying and hilarious for the rest of the town. Even Nikki, Kaltag, and Star, although they and Sylvie and Dixie remained friends with him, would laugh at Steele's pathetic moves.

Jenna's pregnancy with Balto's pups brought about a lot of joy to the town. Admittedly, every other pregnancy that was Balto's doing brought joy to Nome as well, but Jenna's was a special case. Purely because she was the single woman Balto had chosen to be his mate.

Which was why it came as no surprise to anyone that, midway through Jenna's pregnancy, she and Balto announced their engagement. What did come as a surprise, however, was the date they chose to get married on. January thirty-first, just a week before Jenna's due date.

Invites were sent around to everyone on the date and place of the wedding (it was going to be held in the Salvatore Mansion grounds) not too long after. Steele had been at home when he received his invitation, in person, from Balto. The wolf-dog had managed to make Steele jump when delivering the invite, because instead of knocking on the door, he had snuck into Blackhawk Manor, and struck Steele hard on the ass while he was unaware, before handing over the invitation.

Steele was initially going to decline the invite, not wanting to watch his now lost crush be married to his rival. But Balto managed to convince him to attend, by saying to him, "If you come to the wedding, then I promise, once I'm finished with Jenna, I'll let you have a go at fucking her." The offer was too much for Steele to miss, and he accepted.

The wedding day arrived, and everyone invited headed to Salvatore Mansion, where, at the back, pews had been set up in rows. A flowering archway, crafted by magic, had been erected in front of the pews, while a lustrous blue carpet, covered in violet flower petals, ran down the aisle towards it.

The minister, a rather handsome horse, stood in front of the archway. He was the only one clothed, wearing robes of a beautiful cream colour.

Jenna also stood at the archway, completely naked aside from her bandanna, which she had charmed to be white instead of orange to mark the occasion. Her belly had also been enchanted to look smaller on the outside than it actually was, so that she looked pregnant with twins instead, because otherwise, her belly was actually larger than she was. As it turned out, her current litter gestating inside her was a _very_large one, with many doctors speculating she had at least thirty pups inside her.

Jenna, and Balto, couldn't be happier when they learnt the news. Balto had a reputation around the world for producing large litters with women, ranging anywhere from sixteen pups to twenty. And Jenna, far from breaking the trend, helped enforce it.

Music began playing, alerting everyone what was happening. Steele, sitting in the front row, turned with everyone else, just as the groom appeared.

Balto strode confidently down the aisle, his massive bollocks bouncing and trailing behind him. Like Jenna and her bandanna, he had charmed his cock ring so that the brown leather was now white.

As Balto approached Jenna, who waited excitedly for him, many hands brushed against the wolf-dog's body, focussing mainly on his sheath and balls. Balto made no complaint, and let them continue. He wanted everyone to touch him, to let their hands feel his powerful body. The excitement of it all led to his fat tip poking out his sheath.

By the time Balto reached the archway, his cock was fully erect. Which is exactly what he (and the attendees) wanted. The minister didn't seem annoyed at the groom's current state; in fact, judging by the sizeable bulge in his robes, he was enjoying it as much as the audience.

Balto grinned at Jenna, who smiled in return, before she made her way down to the tip of Balto's cock. There, she knelt down, and raised her tail. She shuffled herself back, while also using magic to manipulate Balto's cock so it was pointing directly at her pussy. The wolf-dog just let his bride adjust his cock into the right position, putting his hands on his hips as he waited.

A few seconds later, the wolf-dog's tip was in the prime position, and Jenna pushed herself as far back against it as she could. She and Balto both groaned when Balto's cock speared into her by nearly a foot. Almost immediately after, Balto thrust his hips forwards, shoving several feet of dick inside Jenna.

As everyone watched, Balto and Jenna began fucking. Balto used his usual method, opening two portals and inserting his hands, so he could grip at Jenna's hips, while Jenna used her power over gravity to make inserting Balto's cock inside her easier, by manipulating his knot's gravitational pull on her.

It didn't take long for Jenna to have been pulled down to Balto's knot, only roughly five minutes. All that was left was the knot, which, despite the dozens of times the couple had mated, always presented a challenge. Considering the size of the bulbous glands, it was unsurprising that, even after so many times being spread around it, Jenna struggled to take it fully in one go.

While everyone around him enjoyed the show, Steele sat quietly. He had, at first, been confused as to why he was seated in the front row, alongside Balto's parents and Jenna's mother and sister, but seeing the bride and groom fucking each other there and then, he figured it out. Balto hadn't put him there as a sign of respect; he wanted him there so he can have a literal front row seat to watching Balto fuck Jenna hard.

With a loud growl of utter dominance, Balto pulled Jenna back against him with all the force he could muster. At the same time, Jenna propelled herself backwards, and the combined speed and might led to Balto's knot shoving itself inside Jenna's cunt with a thunderous, wet POP!

Now that they had tied, Balto held Jenna close to him, pumping his hips into hers, and turned so she and he were both facing the minister. The minister was about to speak, but Balto held up a hand. He then waved it before Jenna's belly, reversing the spell that was keeping it shrunk. Immediately, Jenna's belly expanded to show off every last inch and contour of Balto's dick bulging through.

Now that was done, Balto looked at the minister, and nodded. The minister nodded in return, before he began speaking.

"We are all gathered here today to witness..." he began. Even with the minister reciting the traditional wedding speech, Balto's hips kept thrusting in and out of Jenna, making him and her grunt and moan. Wet squelches sounded out whenever Balto's knot tugged at Jenna's tight pussy, while every now and then, the wolf-dog would move a hand to slap at his ass. Fortunately, the minister was able to keep his voice loud enough to be heard over the couple's noisy motions.

Steele felt his sheath thickening, and had to clench his legs together to try and keep his erection from rising. Not because he felt it would be rude (after all, plenty around him were openly masturbating), but because he didn't want anyone to see him getting turned on by the sight.

"Now, do you, Balto James Salvatore, agree to take Jenna Amanda Crowe as your lawfully wedded wife? To honour and keep her, in sickness and in health? Until death do you part?" the minister asked.

"I do," Balto said.

"And do you, Jenna Amanda Crowe, agree to take Balto James Salvatore as your lawfully wedded husband? To honour and keep him, in sickness and in health? Until death do you part?" the minister asked.

"I...ooooh...I do!" Jenna nearly screamed, an orgasm setting off when Balto's cock throbbed at just the right angle on her sensitive clitoris.

"Very well. If anyone should see reason why these two should not be wed, speak now, or forever hold your peace," the minister said.

For a brief second, Steele swore he saw Balto stop thrusting, and turn his head to look directly at him. He knew what Balto expected - what everyone was expecting; for him to loudly announce that Jenna can't marry the wolf-dog because she should marry him instead. But Steele would not do it; he refused to make a larger fool out of himself in front of everyone.

"So be it," the minister said.

"Oh, fuck, I'm cumming!" Balto announced.

SPLURT!

Both Balto and Jenna let out long, loud _howls_of pleasure as he began flooding her. Everyone could see the pulses of sperm erupting inside Jenna's stretched abdomen, watching as her womb was forced to expand further the more wolfseed Balto spilled into her.

The minister didn't look fazed. He just stepped to the side as Jenna's belly increased in size rapidly, soon reaching Balto's usual size of twelve thousand feet in just two minutes. While Jenna and Balto panted, the minister held out a hand, conjuring a thin, golden cord. "This cord represents the love between Balto and Jenna, and with it, I shall bind them, and their souls, for all eternity."

The cord slid, snake-like, through the air, and wrapped itself loosely around Balto and Jenna's right hands, which were both clasped together tightly. The cord then split, and one half bound itself around Jenna's ring finger, and the other around Balto's. The split cords then glowed, and transformed into gold rings.

"The ceremony is complete. I now pronounce you both wolf and bitch. You may kiss the bride," the minister said.

Everyone except Steele cheered loudly when Balto and Jenna kissed each other deeply, only to have their cheers drowned out when Balto howled loudly as he began seeding Jenna once again.

The reception happened shortly after, being held under a marquee covered in flowing curtains of silky purple. Happy music was playing as everyone mingled and congratulated the newlyweds. Balto's parents, Aniu and Kitok, were the first to congratulate their son and his new wife, while Evelyne and Rosie were the second.

Even during the reception, Balto didn't stop fucking Jenna. It was fairly amusing to almost everyone how Balto or Jenna could wind up interrupting someone talking by climaxing. The only person who clearly wasn't enjoying it was Steele. He didn't want to leave, since he was still clinging to the promise Balto made him, but at the same time, he was clearly uncomfortable. It didn't matter where he looked or who he talked to, there was always a way for the happy couple to remind him of their current situation.

The cake was eventually rolled into the marquee, to general delight. It had three tiers, the base tier coloured red and cream, like Jenna's fur, the second tier dark and light brown, like Balto's fur, while the top tier was red, cream, dark, and light brown. The cake topper was what was truly interesting about the cake, however. From a distance, it simply looked like three orbs, one large and cream-coloured, the other two smaller and coloured brown. But on closer inspection, Steele realised the topper was actually shaped like Balto and Jenna, and animated too - the mini-figurines were actually mimicking their real-life counterparts!

In order to actually reach the cake, Balto ended up opening a portal above him that led to just in front of the table the cake was on, before lowering it over him and Jenna until it reached their waists. Jenna giggled at Balto's ingenuity, before conjuring a knife (admittedly, it took her a few goes, since Balto's thrusts wound up jolting her enough to disrupt her concentration).

Together, Balto and Jenna held the knife, and cut the cake. Everyone applauded as the wedding photographer took a few photos. Steele politely clapped his hands a few times, not wanting to draw attention to himself. However, he was starting to grow restless.

The day passed on through the afternoon and into the evening, and some of the guests ended up leaving, offering final congratulations to Balto and Jenna. Steele remained, and finally walked up to the still mating couple.

"Hey, so, er...congratulations, I guess," he said, uncertain.

"Yeah, thanks, Steele. Urgh!" Balto said, grunting as he snapped his hips as far forward as he could. Both his and Jenna's tails were wagging in sync, and Steele wondered just how much longer Balto would take.

"Is there something else you wanted, Steele?" Jenna asked, looking at the malamute.

"Er, I was just...wondering... When's it going to be my turn?" Steele asked.

"Ha! Wondered how long it was going to take for you to ask that!" Balto said, laughing. Steele rubbed the back of his neck, embarrassed. "But, like I told you, Steele, once I'm done with Jenna for today, I'll let you have a go. And I'm far from done with her today. I've only given her, what, thirty loads so far?"

SPLURRRRT!

"Make that thirty-one," Balto said.

Realisation struck Steele like a bolt of lightning. He stared at Balto in horror, and anger.

"You never planned on letting me have a go with her, did you?" he asked.

"Oh, I had every intention of letting you have a turn fucking Jenna once I finished. I just don't plan on actually finishing tonight," Balto said, grinning.

Steele knew he couldn't raise a ruckus over it. Not with so many witnesses around. He couldn't risk losing even more of his reputation.

"Say, maybe if you give me a bit of...encouragement...I might be inclined to actually finish off today," Balto said.

"What do you mean, 'encouragement'?" Steele asked. Balto wiggled his rump for a second, before sticking it out.

"I think you can guess from this," was all the wolf-dog said.

Steele looked at him, and then at his ass, thinking things over. Eventually decided that he had nothing to lose, the malamute agreed. He placed his palm on Balto's left buttock, before bringing it up and slamming it down.

The loud slap, coupled by Balto's pleased howl, made a few of the other guests look over. Steele ignored them, and kept striking his hands against Balto's ass, slapping and spanking the wolf-dog as hard and fast as he could.

He had to admit, he was impressed at how well Balto was taking it all. Rather than whimper or cry in pain, Balto just took each blow in his stride, using them as fuel to make him fuck Jenna harder and faster.

Eventually, after five minutes, Steele gave up. He couldn't believe how resilient Balto was, being able to take such a punishing amount of ass strikes and not break once. Steele felt that he, himself, wouldn't be able to last under such a situation, despite his liking of spanks. But, of course, his efforts to make Balto finish were fruitless, instead only spurring Balto on to fuck Jenna so much harder than before.

To the malamute's credit, he stayed around a little longer after that. Perhaps he was hoping Balto's stamina would run out, and force Balto to concede. But, of course, that never happened.

Over time, more and more of the guests left, until it was just Steele left with the couple. By this point, Balto had came in Jenna at least forty-eight times, meaning Jenna's belly was absolutely gargantuan in size, well over one hundred miles in diameter. It was a wonder how her womb could grow so much - Steele suspected magic was involved.

Seeing as Steele was the last guest, Balto glanced over at him, before saying, "All right, Steele." Steele looked up, his hopes rising. "Reception's over. Time for you to head home," Balto continued.

"Well, that'll teach me to get my hopes up," Steele thought, somewhat bitterly. He stood up from the chair he was sitting on, and watched it and every other chair whizz and shoot over to stack themselves in corners. He gave one last glance at Balto and Jenna, before leaving, making his way to the mansion's gates.

Once outside, he turned, and Disapparated.

Balto and Jenna both looked at each other, before kissing. All around them, the setup for the wedding and reception began dismantling and packing itself away. The archway dissolved into magical energy, while the framework for the marquee, once the curtains had folded themselves up, took itself apart and placed itself, neatly, in a nearby box. Champagne flutes and other drink glasses flew through the air towards trays, which then floated calmly towards the mansion, alongside plates and cutlery.

While all of this occurred, Balto and Jenna remained in place, nuzzling each other.

"I love you, Balto," Jenna whispered.

"I love you, too, Jenna," Balto whispered back. He brought a hand up, and gently ran a finger along part of Jenna's bandanna. The husky felt the area he traced grow hot for a second, before cooling down. She felt at the bandanna, before pulling it back and looking at it.

There, stitched on the inside, as if it had always been there, were words.

Balto & Jenna

31 January 2030

Jenna smiled as she looked at the inscription, before looking up at her husband. He smiled down at her, kissing the top of her head. Giving a happy sigh, Jenna relaxed in his hold, before an idea sparked in her mind.

Grinning, Jenna ran a finger along part of Balto's cock ring. Similar to Jenna's bandanna, Balto felt the part of his cock ring Jenna touched heat up, and cool down. He didn't need to guess what happened, but even so, he undid the ring's buckle, and pulled the cock ring off so he could look at the inside. Just like he thought, Jenna had written the same inscription on the inside of the cock ring that he put on the inside of her bandanna.

The wolf-dog smiled and kissed Jenna on the lips, while he let the cock ring snake its way back around his scrotum and sheath, the buckle refastening itself once properly in place.

Over the next few years, Balto and Jenna lived a very happy life together. Their first litter had been born exactly a week after their wedding, and, as suspected, consisted of thirty adorable puppies, all of them perfect mixes of their parents. Amusingly, though, the eldest of that litter, a boy Balto and Jenna decided to name Kodiak, was born breech, meaning he was born ass-first. Although it meant his birth was more difficult due to the danger of him dying, it actually led to Kodi and Balto bonding over it, since Balto himself was born breech.

Much like every other litter Balto had sired, the sons in this one had inherited his massive cock. And, much like their brothers, none of them truly matched their father in size. Only Kodi was the closest in size, and the largest of all his siblings, which became apparent more and more the older they all got.

Shortly after the litter was born, Balto performed a complicated piece of magic that Steele didn't even want to attempt to wrap his head around to make it so his litter with Jenna is his first litter overall. This is in spite of all the other litters he's had over the world, and in the town itself, before Jenna's was born. While complicated, Balto stated he simply changed the order his pups existed in, but not the times, therefore making Kodi and his siblings his eldest pups, but still be several years younger than the other litters.

When he was a teenager, and still in school, Kodi decided to create a cock ring of his own, similar to his father's. He used magic to do it, but succeeded. Rather that outright copy his father, though, Kodi made a few changes. Instead of brown leather, his was made with black, and the bumps were silver instead of gold. He also proudly stated he went as far as to make the cock ring a collar first, before adapting it, so it matched Balto's even more. Balto couldn't be prouder of his eldest.

That wasn't the only litter that Balto and Jenna had, though. To the town's delight, Balto and Jenna's litters always turned out to be the largest litters Balto had - even the smallest litter he and Jenna made was twenty-four pups.

Despite all this (or, perhaps, _because_of it), Steele would continually try to get with Jenna. Balto had to hand it to him, the malamute sure was determined and stubborn, since he was willing to try and go after Jenna, even after so many years of seeing her bred by and having Balto's pups by the dozen.

Nothing pleased the town more, however, than to watch Steele try and fail to sway the ever-faithful Jenna away from her loving husband and massive family. But no matter how hard he tried, or how far he'd be rejected, he refused to back down.

All around the town, more and more of Balto's pups could be found, as more and more of the females were happily letting Balto breed them, including married ones. And Balto was loving it all. He had Jenna as his wife, and all the pussy he could ask for. There were only a few males that Balto chose not to cuck: Nikki, Kaltag, Star, and every male in the Lungbarrow family.

Even his own kids weren't exempt. Whether it be him claiming one of his daughters, or cucking one of his sons, Balto enjoyed it all. Fortunately, his pups and their spouses had more leniency than the rest of the population. Should they, for whatever reason, wish for Balto to not insert himself in, he respectfully obliged. But most of the time, they just let him breed whoever he wanted to.

Kodi, for example, married his long-time crush and eventual girlfriend, Dusty Thompson, with the ceremony being held in the grounds of Salvatore Mansion. However, during the wedding, from Dusty's walk down the aisle to the announcement of the two as husband and wife, it wasn't Kodi fucking Dusty, but Balto. The wolf-dog had discussed it with his son beforehand, and Kodi agreed to allow it to happen, but asked that, from the reception onwards, he get to breed his bride. Balto was happy to agree.

Everyone else was surprised at the situation, watching Balto cucking his son at his own wedding. What made it even better, though, was the day of Kodi and Dusty's wedding was the day Dusty went into heat, meaning that Balto was claiming his daughter-in-law's eggs even as she was wedded to Kodi!

Fortunately, Balto was a wolf of his word, and, once Kodi and Dusty were officially married, he tugged free of Dusty, and let Kodi take over. Kodi proved to truly be his father's son in that moment, almost brutally pounding at Dusty's already bred cunt like it was his final mission in life. Steele, who had been invited to the wedding, suspected that Kodi may be releasing his frustrations at not being the first to breed Dusty via his movements.

Dusty's litter after that consisted of both Balto and Kodi's pups, but Kodi got the majority of them, with sixteen pups as opposed to Balto's six.

One fine morning, Steele woke up and headed into town. The night previously, he had received a text message from Balto, stating that Jenna's heat was starting that day, and he was feeling generous, and would give Steele the opportunity to breed Jenna himself.

Steele, desperate for the chance to breed someone, somewhat naïvely decided to believe the wolf-dog. Which is why he had woken up so early, and made his way to Aurora Avenue.

Naturally, the sight he found was Balto and Jenna, in the middle of the street, fucking. They'd clearly been at it for a while, as Jenna's belly was easily larger than during her and Balto's wedding, at roughly one hundred and ninety miles wide; how Steele managed to miss that on his way to the town centre, no one would ever know.

"D-damnit, mutt, you said I was supposed to breed her this heat!" Steele said, angrily marching up to Balto.

"Nnngh! Sorry, Steele, you say something? Too busy giving Jenna our fifth batch of pups," Balto grunted, while his balls pulsed and clenched, making wet squirts and _spurts_sound in Jenna's bulging stomach.

"This is the nineteenth time you've impregnated her, Bingo," Steele said, through gritted teeth.

"Huh. Guess time flies when you're breeding a sexy bitch. Say, speaking of, how many litters have you given her?" Balto asked, smirking at Steele.

"I haven't been able to even touch her, let alone breed her!" Steele said, frustratedly throwing his hands in the air.

"Oh, yeah, that's right. Nngh! Well, it serves you right. Not like she'll be able to feel that tiny dick of yours anyway," Balto said.

"My dick's great! Yours is just...overgrown," Steele said.

"I don't hear Jenna complaining. But let's ask her, anyway. Hey, Jenna!" Balto said. Jenna snapped out of her daze, and looked at him. "Whose cock do you prefer? Mine, or Steele's?" Balto asked.

"Yours! No doubt about it! Ohh, fuck, I love how full it makes me. You can fuck me for as long as you want with that thing!" Jenna moaned.

"Good girl," Balto commented. He snapped his hips forwards, causing Jenna to squeal in bliss. Turning back to Steele, Balto said, "See, Steele? She loves my cock. So do the other bitches, actually. Hey, why don't you go and breed one of them?"

"I can't. Either you've already bred them, or they won't let me near them," Steele said.

"Heh, can't help that. Gotta spread my genes. You understand, Steele," Balto said.

As Jenna screamed in orgasm and Balto howled, joining her, something inside Steele snapped. His determination and stubbornness just seemed to melt away, leaving behind a weak-willed malamute.

The malamute mumbled something, which made Balto paused (for once), and look at him.

"What did you say, Steele?"

"...can I at least lick her clean when you're done?" Steele asked.

"Sure. If you're up to cleaning _me_as well," Balto said.

"Fine," Steele answered.

"Great! Now get your mouth to my ass," Balto said. He patted his ass invitingly, and Steele obeyed. He brought his muzzle close to Balto's well-toned and perfectly sculpted ass, and gently ran his tongue along both cheeks. Balto shivered, before using a hand to grab Steele's head and shove his muzzle as far up between his cheeks as he could. Steele made no objections, and just dutifully licked and kissed at Balto's anus.

For the remainder of the day, Balto bred Jenna while Steele obediently rimmed him, worshiped his ass and balls, lick up any of the cum that leaked out of Jenna's cunt, or gave Balto as many spanks as he desired.

By the end of the day, Jenna's belly was so full of Balto's fertile puppy-batter that it was easily one thousand miles in size. It was genuinely a sight to behold. And despite the certainty that Jenna was already pregnant, she and Balto both knew they still had the rest of her heat to breed.

Balto grinned down at Steele, who was obediently kissing both of his cheeks.

"Okay, Steele. Time to put that mouth of yours to better use," he said. With a grunt, he tugged his cock free of Jenna's cunt. The sudden absence of Balto's dick made Jenna give a pitiful moan, while torrents of cum began spilling out of her gaping hole. While the flow was quickly halted by Balto, he grabbed Steele by the neck and shoved him towards his cock. "Get to it, Steele. I want this thing spotless."

Steele quietly whimpered, but obeyed. He started licking and sucking on Balto's knot, making sure to drink up every last drop of semen that coated it. He then moved on to the shaft. It did take him a while to clean the entire thing, but once he did, he looked at Balto for his approval.

Balto had his arms crossed, before he nodded. Steele then turned to Jenna, and began licking at her cavernous vagina. Jenna moaned appreciatively, before, with evidently conscious effort, used magic to shrink her vagina down to normal. Steele continued to clean her up, even plunging his tongue into her pussy to make sure he got everything.

"Well done, Steele. See how easy your life is now you're an obedient little cuck?" Balto asked. Steele mutely nodded. "Good. Now come on. I'm done breeding Jenna for today, but I've still got a load of bitches to breed. Starting with Aleu."

Steele followed Balto and Jenna quietly, his head bowed respectfully, as they made their way to Salvatore Mansion, where more bitches were waiting for Balto.

Perhaps his life really was better off this way.

The End.