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This story was a commission for Nicobay, featuring a retelling of the first Balto movie. http://www.furaffinity.net/user/nicobay/

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The overhead lamp bathed the entire room in a soft, yellow glow. An old man in a red vest sat at the desk, desperately awaiting news from the telegraph machine. Even as the snow began to pile up at the window panes, the man would not wrest his gaze from the machine. He wouldn't have been able to see anything in the night blizzard, anyway. His bull dog rested below the table, near the old man's black shoes, his ears and tail twitching. When the message finally came, both leaped.

The man grabbed the receiver, talking aloud as he translated the Morse code, scribbling quickly onto the paper in front of him.

"Nome. Stop."

"Cannot send more antitoxin. Stop," he said, his voice trembling. Without that shipment... But he had to keep translating.

"Weather too severe. Stop," he continued. Heaven have mercy. No, there would be time for mourning later. He had to keep translating, his hand shaking as he put pen to paper.

"Lost sled team only hope. Stop."

"Our prayers...are with them," he translated. The dog at his feet shivered and huddled up against his owner. The sick children would need more than prayers. If that dog team didn't return with the anti-toxin...he wasn't sure Nome would recover. So many children wouldn't make it.

"Anchorage. Stop," he finished, his voice softly, deeply final.

* * * * *

Balto kept moving forward through the blizzard, following Steele's scent, or what little remained as the wind battered against him. He was weak and tired, and his side stung from his fight with the bear. At least the bear was one less worry - the monster had been trapped beneath the ice of a frozen lake. Lifting his paws to the nearest old wood oak, he scratched deep marks in the bark, as he had been for hours. He would be able to lead the sled team home, no matter how bad the snow got.

Each step was becoming agony as his feet sank into the soft, freshly fallen snow, inching his way forward into each powerful gust of wind. For what little help it was, Balto was thankful for Jenna's scarf, tied firmly around the wolf-dog's neck. He's lost the scent, and walked blindly, until finally, in the next clearing, the wind brought the scent of cold, wet dogs. He'd found them!

"Steele...!"

Balto quickly charge down the slope, his paws moving so fast that he managed to stay above the snow bank beneath him. This was one case where his large, wolf-like paws were a definite advantage. He reached the edge, and below was delighted to see the sled, with the antitoxin firmly fastened. The children could be saved! He smiled in relief, taking a step forward.

The slope was pure ice. Try as he might, Balto couldn't keep his footing and he began to slide down, building speed. This must be what had happened to the sled team! Lost in the snow, they hit this ice patch and went careening down to the clearing below. But why weren't they moving?

Star was first to notice his rapid descent, exclaiming, "Balto!" as he shook the snow from his heavy fur. The striped, gray husky's eyes bulged in shock.

Nikki stood, incredulous. "Is that Balto?"

Kaltag yelped, "Balto...how did you find us!?" The relief in his voice was obvious even to Balto has he slid down the slope, scrabbling to avoid rocks and trees.

Amazingly, Balto slid to a stop, still on all fours. Smiling, he asked in a strong voice, "Is anyone hurt?"

Huddled several feet away from the other huskies, the strong, black malamute shivered in a huddle. He looked at Balto over his shoulder, his teeth bared as he said in a voice very much unlike the relieved voices of his companions, "EVERYONE...IS...FINE."

Star's shrill voice cut the powerful winds. "Yeah, but our musher hit his head!! And...he didn't get up..." the wiry little husky said, creeping nervously toward the bearded, middle aged man, lying face first in the snow. No wonder they hadn't left the clearing!

Nikki added, "And he's not movin'!"

Well, musher or no, they couldn't stay here. Even if they somehow survived the blizzard, without the antitoxin, the children would die. And Jenna would lose her girl. Balto couldn't allow that to happen!

"All right, follow me," Balto said, picking up the harness to the sled. I can lead you home." As he stepped forward, the harness was suddenly pinned to the ground, almost knocking over the weary wolf-dog.

Steele's heavy paw rested on the leather strap. "We don't need your help!" he said, in slow, dangerous tones.

Star trembled, but managed to tell the huge malamute, "M-Maybe we should listen to him." For his courage, Steele rewarded him with a growling bite that Star narrowly avoided by dropping into the snow and covering his eyes with his paws.

"Well, how would you'se get us home?" Nikki asked curiously.

Well, I...I marked the trail, like this," Balto explained, scratching the bark of a nearby tree to demonstrate.

"Oh-oh-oh! Yeah!" cried Star.

Balto sensed motion, jumping back when he saw Steele leap onto the dead tree he had been scratching, knocking the entire stump over. Inches from Balto's face, Steele growled, "I'll get us back! I'm the lead dog. I'm in charge."

Balto backed off. He was in no condition to fight the massive malamute. Turning toward the sled, he said, "Then let me take back the medicine. They're getting sicker." Hopefully even Steele could see the danger the children were in.

But Steele leaped between Balto and the sled, punctuating each word with a flash of his gleaming, white teeth. "Touch that box," he panted, a wide grin splitting his face, "...and I'll tear you apart."

"Two bones says Steele takes him!" Nikki said.

Kaltag was always happy to gamble, "You're on!"

The other sled dogs formed a circle around the two, expecting - even desiring - a fight.

Balto narrowed his eyes at Steele. He couldn't win a fight, but he would do anything for Je...for the children. "Steele, I'm not leaving without that medicine." He walked toward the sled, taking his eyes off the powerful dog.

That was too much for Steele. With both paws, he leaped forward and struck Balto right in his ribs, causing the wolf-dog to roll through the snow, doubling over in pain. He was still injured from his fight with the bear! Steel growled, "Who do you think you are?"

Nikki whispered to Kaltag, "Hey, this is gonna be good."

Balto couldn't believe that Steele would refuse help. Without Balto's trail back home, all of the sled dogs would have frozen to death in the blizzard - they still might if they didn't get back to Nome and warm up. Confused, Balto said, "Since...since when do you need a pedigree to help someone?" Again he started walking for the medicine.

Black fur blurred past Balto as his furious rival yet again jumped in front of him.

"Steele...!" Balto cried, stepping back. The wolf-dog didn't stand a chance against those gleaming white, vicious teeth. All Balto could do was appeal to Steele's reason. "Let me help you."

Nikki watched the wild, furious expression on their leader's face. Balto ignored the malamute, daring to walk past him for the medicine, but Nikki could tell the action was about to start. "Look at his eyes; look at his eyes!"

Roaring, Steele charged Balto, ramming into him with his shoulder. Balto went flying through the snow, collapsed and panting.

Grinning, Kaltag cheered on the attack. "He'll feel that tomorrow!"

Nikki added, "I think he is feeling it now!"

His legs wobbling, Balto stood once more, laying his ears back as he looked at Steele, crouching ominously in front of the medicine. Balto pleaded with Steele, "I don't want to fight."

Star shivered and said, "W-what's the matter with Steele? Balto just wants to help..."

Steele just glared at Balto, ready to strike at any moment. Balto shivered at what he saw there. He knew now that Steele would rather die than lose face in front of Balto. Steele's ego was...undeniable. Balto looked the canine over.

His fur was pure black or pure white. Where the pale fur of his legs and belly met the black fur of his back, the transition was crisp and clean. Steele was larger than Balto, mostly due to the rippling muscles that framed his strong body. Physically, Steele's pride was justified. If only his personality matched his appearance.

There was a time when Balto would never have let Steele get the better of him. The wolf-dog could match Steele for stubbornness. But there was more at stake than Balto's ego. Eighteen children could die if the medicine didn't make it back, not to mention a full sled team and a musher. If only he hadn't been injured by that bear... Unable to beat Steele, Balto's wisdom got the best of him.

"Alright, Steele," he said, laying his ears back and shrinking back in submission. "You win."

Steele's jaw shifted from sharp, interlocked-teeth, dangling open in amazement. "You...what?" the malamute asked, his blood lust suddenly thwarted.

"You win. You're the lead dog. I'll follow you." Balto bowed in front of Steele, his tail tucked between his legs in humiliation.

Steele was speechless. The other six dogs watched Balto and Steele curiously. Balto's act of selfless sacrifice clearly impressed them. The three large grey, brown, and tan huskies, named Bruno, Louis, and Natan, were wagging their tails as they looked proudly at Balto. Even Steele's three lackeys were smiling at Balto.

Somehow, the wolf-dog was winning by surrendering! Steele was outraged, but what could he do? Even if he killed Balto in front of the others, the six huskies would never respect him again. How dare he! Then, the malamute got an idea, a wicked grin splitting his muzzle.

"You'll follow me, will you? Even crouching there like that, I see defiance. I'll need more than words to prove your loyalty."

Balto looked up at Steele, his ears laid back. "What, then? There isn't much time."

With a wry smirk, the big, black dog said, "Then you'd better get right to it." Sitting on his haunches, Steele took his right paw, and placed it just under his sheath, propping it up for emphasis as he said, "We aren't going anywhere until my cum is pouring down your throat."

Steele proclamation drew snickers and gasps of amazement from the crowd, and Balto's jaw dropped. He was speechless, watching as Steele's gentle tugging caused the black dog's dark, red tip to peek out of his white sheath. "W-what?" he stammered.

Steele said, "If I'm going to trust you enough to let you help us, you're going to be my bitch in front of all of us. Right here, right now."

Kaltag laughed, and said, "Better open up, Balto. Steele's gonna penetrate, no fornicate...wait, ram his cock, no, he'll pound you..."

Star exclaimed, "He'll fuck your throat!" gleefully.

Growling, Kaltag pounded the striped husky into the nearest snow bank.

Steele simply smiled and said, "Well?" patting his sheath.

Balto shrank back into the snow, crumpled to the ground. How could Steele ask this of him? The wolf-dog had already vowed to follow the big malamute. He'd already travelled for hours to find them and provide the sled team with a way out of the blizzard. Now Steele wanted to humiliate him in front of the other sled dogs.

Trembling, it took all of Balto's willpower to stop himself from snapping at Steele, choosing to fight rather than submit to Steele's cruel whims. But fighting would only leave him battered, bruised, or worse. He could never agree to suck Steele's dick. His mind raced, looking for another alternative.

But every minute that passed was another minute that the children didn't have their medicine. Every minute was another minute that Jenna waited anxiously for his return. Her beautiful red and cream fur, her breathtaking eyes, a rare, fleeting glimpse of pink beneath her tail...he ached to finally lose his virginity to his cream-colored goddess. Balto would do anything for her. Anything? Gulping, Balto stood.

"I'll do it."

Steele smirked, spreading his legs as he sat in the snow. Whatever respect Balto had gained would be lost as soon as the wolf-dog's lips slurped around Steele's cock. Slowly, the grey mutt walked through the heavy snow, blinking away the light snowfall that landed steadily in the clearing.

Balto stood inches from Steele, his head lowered as he peered at Steele's growing erection. He hesitated, blood rushing to his cheeks as the other six dogs watched with stunned silence.

"What are you waiting for, bitch?"

Swallowing to lubricate his dry throat, Balto decided that he might as well get to work. The sooner he began, the sooner this would all be over and he could celebrate with Jenna.

Steele groaned as Balto's tongue snaked out from between his black lips to gently caress Steele's tip. When the wolf-dog drew his tongue back, he tasted something sticky and salty on his tongue, and had to clench his eyes shut, pretending the other huskies weren't there. Their gasps and laughter proved otherwise.

Suddenly, Balto felt a weight on the back of his head, pushing his snout into Steele's glistening organ. Balto lost his balance and fell forward, crouching in the snow in front of Steele, with the massive malamute's front paws pushing him down. "You'll have to do better than that," Steele taunted.

Kaltag laughed, "Yeah, come on Balto...suck it! Don't you want to save the children?"

Balto closed his eyes again, pretending to be anywhere but here. Extending his tongue, he cupped the underbelly of phallus, adding saliva to the slippery cock. At Balto's touch, Steele grew considerably, inches sliding out of his snow-white sheath. Balto's eyes opened and widened as he watched that behemoth emerge. Could he even fit the whole thing in his muzzle?

He would soon find out, as Steele pushed forward, ignoring Balto's muffled protestations. The wolf-dog's jaw split open as the soft flesh penetrated his lips. Balto dug his claws into the snow-covered earth beneath him, to hold his ground. To his relief, the malamute thrust forward only slowly, letting the audience watch as Steele pushed inch after inch of his pride into Balto's mouth.

Balto suddenly felt like gagging, as Steele's pointed tip began to tickle the back of his throat, but the wolf-dog winced and resisted that urge. Instead, Balto parted his mouth wider, dropping his tongue to make more room. Yet still Steele grew. Balto whimpered as his jaw ached wider, the full length and girth finally entering his warm, wet muzzle. Steele leaned forward, his dick several inches inside of Balto's throat, quivering.

Bruno's jaw dropped. "I knew he'd be big, but not that big."

Star cheered Balto on, "C'mon, Balto, you can do it!"

Through gritted teeth, Steele grunted, "Now suck, you half-wolf bitch." Balto felt heavy paws slide behind his forelegs as the huge, black dog mounted his front end, and he coughed and sputtered as Steele applied yet more pressure down his throat. He didn't have a choice but to obey, and so Balto wrapped his tongue firmly around Steele's wet rod, sliding it back and forth.

Steele grunted and pushed forward, resting half his weight on Balto. His knees tensed as he prepared to thrust. The huskies watching praised Steele, laughing as the malamute rammed himself forward, until Balto's nose pressed up against Steele's abdomen, his muzzle completely full of cock.

"Ooooh," Steele cried, "Good girl!" He began to rock his hips back and forth, treating Balto's head as just another bitch's cunt. Balto whimpered as he struggled to hold his ground, relaxing his throat. The fleshy, throbbing cock pushed heavily into Balto's throat as Steele fucked the wolf-dog's muzzle. Balto's yellow eyes opened, looking to each side. There, the six huskies watched, aroused and amused to see their wannabee savior as nothing more than a cock-warmer, soon to be a mere dumping ground for Steele's seed.

Balto closed his eyes again and slurped. Soon the malamute's dick was dripping in saliva, gliding easily back and forth into his muzzle. The heat of their bodies was melting the snow around them faster than the added snowfall could replace it. Balto felt a sharp pain in his ribs as Steele gripped him tighter, humping more rapidly. Balto inhaled and exhaled through his nostrils desperately, unable to pant. He tried to think of Jenna, but he couldn't. All he could think about was the other huskies laughing, and Steele grunting in pleasure, and the taste of the malamute's pre- sliding down his throat.

Steele groaned through gritted teeth, "Open wide! I'm about to tie with your cum-stained muzzle-cunt!"

Balto's eyes went wide, though he could feel it...the base of Steele's cock was swelling rapidly, just past the wolf-dog's front teeth. His mouth already strained to hold the entire girth of Steele's throbbing erection, he could never contain the entire bulbus glandis. Whining as his jaws stretched, Balto tried to pull back, coughing. He dug his paws into the ground beneath him and scurried back, but Steele held him fast with his paws, and the growing knot sealed the malamute inside of his new plaything.

Balto could feel Steele' quivering inside of him, more and more dog seed beginning to pool in his throat. At least this would all be over soon.

Steele howled, "Drink it all, slut; I don't want to see a single drop escape your lips, or we won't leave until I claim that pretty tail of yours."

Balto winced. Could he do that? He had to. Balto steeled himself, readying his throat for his next challenge. He slurped powerfully around Steele's cock, hoping to end his humiliation sooner.

That did it. Steele groaned loudly and shoved his hips forward, almost knocking Balto over. The wolf-dog had to go wherever Steele did, with the malamute's cock locked firmly inside his jaws. He was equally helpless when the malamute's heavy, black balls began to pulse and quiver, and a flood of semen gushed down his throat.

Balto gulped greedily, eagerly, because if he didn't swallow it all, Steele would certainly fuck him like he was a bitch in heat. Not only would that further delay the return of the medicine, but Balto wasn't sure he could fit the malamute's huge cock. Again and again Balto swallowed, but the storm was never ending. Steele groaned and strained against him, humping fiercely as his genitals did their dirty business.

Balto had never felt more humiliated, stained, and soiled. Waves of cum slid into his stomach, and it was all the wolf-dog could do to keep up with the spurts. Thankfully, Steele's tip was already lodged halfway down Balto's throat, or there would have be no way for Balto to gulp down quickly enough. He felt like he was drinking from a hose!

Steele panted and moaned, finally stepping over Balto's muzzle to stand with his back facing Balto. All Balto could see now was Steele's dark pucker and wagging tail; he closed his eyes, whimpering. The spurts came steadily slower, but Balto had done it. Not a single drop had escaped his lips. He'd swallowed the entire load.

Steele grinned to the other huskies, watching in awe, and said, "Took it all, like the good little bitch that I know you are. Well done."

Nikki grinned to Kaltag and said, "You owes me two bones; Steele 'took' Balto."

Kaltag sputtered, "Hey, but that's not what you meant..." He groaned.

While Balto coughed, his lips fastened securely around Steele's still ejaculating cock, Steele began barking orders. "Nikki, Kaltag, start getting everyone back into their harnesses. Bruno and Natan, get the musher onto the sled. Star, my horny little bitch will be taking your spot behind me; you keep the musher warm."

Balto could say and do nothing, nor would he choose to. He had sworn to follow Steele, if only to get the medicine. But it burned at Balto's pride to hear the other huskies busy at work, while the wolf-dog himself was just a sleeve for Steele's spurting penis. He doubted any of them even took notice of the great, inconsequential Balto, gasping for breath as he stood locked beneath Steele's tail. But it would all be worth it when they returned with the medicine, and Jenna greeting him as a hero, not a glorified cockslut. Then it would be Balto tied in her, the one thing Steele wanted that he couldn't have.

Finally, Steele grunted and pulled himself out of Balto's muzzle. The gray canine had to stretch his mouth painfully, narrowly avoiding dislocating his jaw, but Steele pulled free, with a splatter of cum. Balto quickly lapped up any seed that was still in and around his mouth, but when the big, black dog turned to face him, a sneer crossed his face. "What's this? A drop of cum you missed?" Steele pointed to his dripping cock, still half-hard from excitement.

Balto whimpered, "But...but that's new...Steele, I did as you asked." He could still feel the pool of cum sloshing around inside his stomach.

"And you'll do it again, slut. Or need I remind you who is your leader?" he snapped his teeth shut with a clack. The other huskies were all watching now, with interest. Steele said, "Turn your little tail around," spinning his paw in a circle to demonstrate.

Balto could no more fight Steele than argue with him. "Please, Steele...the medicine...the children!"

"And the sooner I see your boy-cunt beneath your raised tail, the sooner they will be saved. Every second you delay puts them at risk."

The wolf-dog opened his mouth to protest, but he knew it would do no good. Kaltag said, "I bet you those two bones, Nikki, that Balto won't do it."

The large, dense husky grinned and said, "Yous on."

Balto stood, looking Steele defiantly in the eye. But why seek his own death now? Laying his ears back and tucking his tail between his legs, Balto shook as he turned himself around, presenting his rump to the malamute. The huskies all gasped in chorus. Kaltag groaned, losing yet another bet.