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Christmas was a merry day to be celebrate by everyone. Both humans and beastmen.

After centuries of complicated relationships and after nearly going into was a few times, the two kinds were able to live together in harmony. However, all of that prejudice that took several years to build up would not go away quietly. It was a work in progress. However, everyone did their part to encourage coexistence and living together in harmony. Especially on the small communities, like that of Nome.

The town has always made the best to create the best coexistence environment for both humans and beastmen to live together as equals and friends working as a team to improve their community. And they had a great deal of success with this. Especially in what came to their dog beastmen, who were a very important part of the town's workforce, as their keen senses and superior physical attributes made them valuable for their small town grow.

And, among them, was a certain beastman who has earned himself a position of prestige among all inhabitants of Nome due to a great act of heroism that saved the lives of all human children of the village.

This one would be Balto Siberius Dogwood, a wolfdog beastman who, while being viewed with mistrust by most of the humans for his wild appearance, inherited of his mother, a purebred wolf beastman of a village on the forest, managed to win everyone over by fulfilling the important mission of being the one to bring back the medicine needed to cure the illness that affected the town's human children, saving countless lives in the process.

That was why everyone loved and admired the dog, and why they often showered him with all manners of gifts whenever they saw him from that day onward for the years to come.

"And yet, we still live in this old boat falling apart." The goose beastman said as he looked around the place where he lived as he looked away from the mirror. A wolfdog had just stepped out of the wooden tub where he had been bathing, his body shivering from the cold he was feeling on his soaked body. He was quick to grab a towel and start drying himself.

"Boris, we talked about this." Balto said to the beastman who raised him since his father's passing when he was just a cub. "This place is perfect for living."

"It doesn't have a fireplace." Boris said to Balto. "It doesn't have beds, and it doesn't have internal plumbing. Seriously, Balto, I don't know why you refused when they offered to build you a house on the city."

"It would been too much of a hassle." Balto said to the goose as he continued rubbing the towel on his body, going as deep as he could into the roots of his fur to be sure he would dry them well. In moments like that, Balto wished he had been born a human. Much less fur to dry after bathing. "I didn't want them to have to go through all the problem just because of me. You know that I hate being a burden to others."

Boris sighed, pinching the bridge of his beak with his feathery fingers.

"Seriously, Balto. Sometimes you are just too good... Maybe should have taught you to be a little more selfish, just so you would not waste good chances like that." Boris said, and Balto laughed at his adoptive father. This was just Boris being Boris. After all those years he had been under his care, Balto grew used to his antics, and they didn't bother him at all now.

"Well, I guess I'll have to contend myself with the other gifts that I receive for being the hero's surrogate dad." Boris said, as he turned to look back on the mirror and went back to adjusting the tie of his fancy, tailor-made suit which he planned to use on his special Christmas night with his date.

"So, you really not going with me to see the cubs?" Balto asked to the goose. "I'm sure they would love to see their Uncle Boris at the Christmas party. You could go meet with Stella right after."

"Sorry, Balto, my boy." Boris said to the wolf. "But this goose already has a whole special Christmas night planned with the most beautiful goose beastwoman this world has ever known. You can go be with your family, and don't forget to give my gifts to the little ones."

"I will, don't worry about that." Balto assured Boris, as he looked at the pile of presents, which he would be expected to take to Jenna's house back in the city, where the children waited.

Balto could still not believe they had so big of a litter in the first place. Heck, he was surprised that they even managed to have children at all. Balto spent years believing he was sterile because he was a wolfdog beastman!

However, as it turns out, wolfdog beastmen were not the same thing as feral wolfdogs. While feral dogs and wolves were completely different species that, upon mating and producing offspring, generated a hybrid that was incapable of producing descendants, the same thing didn't apply to beastmen.

You see, despite all of their different appearances, skills and natural instincts, all of which reflect some feral counterpart, beastmen were all actually the very same species. Proof of it was that a dog beastman would be able to reproduce with any other kind of beastman, not only other dogs, and produce perfectly healthy and fertile offspring.

So, while Balto looked like a mix of wolf and dog, this was just the result of the "species" of his parents. Balto was a purebred beastman, at the end of the day, and so was his wife, Jenna, with who he had an entire litter together, all of them "perfect little furballs", as Boris had put it. Even little Aleu, who looked more like her father than the rest of his children. To the point where Balto was worried of the humans misjudging her like they did to him once she was older.

Balto shook his head, as he didn't want to go there yet. He was sure that people will treat Aleu nicely. He knew it.

So, all he had to do now was go to meet his family in Nome for them to celebrate Christmas together.

With this, the wolfdog and goose both went their respective ways, with Boris hoovering into the air at a short distance from the ground (Balto still found it hysterical for an avian beastman to be afraid of heights) to meet with Stella. Meanwhile, Balto was soon on his way towards Jenna's house, with all of the gifts for his wife and children being drag behind him in a small sledge that fit everything.

Balto was glad for that thing, for otherwise it would have been much more difficult for him to carry everything on his arms. The small sledge certainly made it all the easier for him.

It was natural for him to pull a sledge, after all.

As Balto made his way into the city, he was soon calling a lot of attention as he made his way in there.

"Hey, it's Balto!"

"Hey, Balto!"

"Mr. Balto, hi!"

"Hey, if it isn't Nome's favorite beastman! Say, want some sausages? They're still warm!"

"Merry Christmas, Balto! Say, want to take some cookies for your children? Don't worry, there is no chocolate in them,"

And many more words were given to the wolfdog, from both humans and beastmen, all of them wishing him a Merry Christmas and Happy Holydays. Everyone wanting to wish him happiness for both himself and his family, and offering him gifts and some other things as he went.

Balto was the hero of Nome, and he should be used to this kind of thing by now. However, he still felt awkward with everyone wanting to give him things. Balto had gotten enough free food and clothes back when he first brought the medicine. He thought it would have died down by now, but, years later, people were still pampering him.

This was not something easy to get used to for someone who spent most of his life living humbly.

However, Balto was very elegant when either accepting or refusing the gifts that people gave him. After all, his humble upbringing taught him to be... well, humble. He was never one to let fame and the love of people to get to his head. This was just not who Balto was. Ironically, this made people admire him even more.

Either way, Balto was very happy.

He was going to spend time with his family, after all. The children stayed most with their mother, as there was little to no space on the boat Balto lived, and the wolfdog would not feel comfortable accepting Jenna's offer for him to move on her family's house. Balto was a free spirit, after all, the wild blood running on his veins made sure of it.

"Commitment problems", was how others called it. However, everyone had to agree that, since they gotten married, Balto never even looked to other women. He was fully committed to Jenna, either he lived under the same roof as her or not.

He was also no deadbeat father, as he was as present as possible on his children's lives, as he went to see them every day, and never missed birthdays or any other holyday. Including Christmas. He was looking forward to spending the night with his family, hugging Jenna during the night and telling stories to the children until it was time to wish them goodnight, and then he would spend even more time with his wife by the fireplace, taking a break from those lonely nights on the cold boat with only Boris to make him company.

Oh, yes. Balto loved Christmas, because it was a great chance to spend time with his family. And he could already feel on his guts that this Christmas would be special...

He just didn't knew how so...

"Excuse me?" A figure asked, causing Balto to turn his head and see the person talking to him. He saw a dog beastman dressed into a heavy coat with the hood pulled over his head in a way that only his white muzzle was visible. Balto didn't recognized him, and he even tried to take a better look, but it was hard to see the beastman's face from inside of that hoodie.

"Are you Balto?" The dog asked to the wolfdog. "The Balto? The one who brought back the medicine?"

Balto looked at this dog, and confirmed that he was, indeed, Balto Dogwood. This, of course, meant that the dog was all over him as soon as he confirmed it.

"Wow, I can't believe it is actually you." The dog said, and Balto was still trying to figure out who was this dog talking to him. He was pretty sure he was not anyone who he'd seen in recent days.

He could have told who he was by his smell, but the dog was wearing such a strong cologne...

"You see, do you mind coming with me?" The dog said, "I kind of want to ask for your autograph, but I'm a bit shy and don't want to do it in front of all of those people. So, if we could go over there... please?"

Balto thought it was an odd request. I mean, it was not unusual for people to come asking for his autograph, but asking him to give it to them in private was. There was only one occasion in the past where someone asked him something like that, and it had been... quite creepy, to say the absolute least.

This dog, however, didn't seemed like he would be taking "no" as an answer. He continued to ask Balto to come with him to an area where the people would not see them so he could have his autograph. Honestly, it was so insistent that it was almost as creepy as the guy back on the day.

However, this dog was just ask him to follow him to an alley, not to his cabin by the edge of the woods like last time.

If worst came to worst, it would be much easier to push the dog away and run for dear life...

Balto followed the other dog all the way into the place where he wanted, as they walked into an alley between two wood constructions. It was dark and reeked, indicating that it was the kind of place where other humans or beastmen would not go often. The fact that this other dog was so insistent on having Balto come with him to that place was sounding more than a few alarms, so Balto was ready to run or to fight if he had no other choice.

"Here." The dog said, handing Balto a piece of paper and a pen, which the dog took.

"So, who do I sign for?" Balto asked, and the other dog said:

"You can sign if to S.M." And then he added, with his voice adopting a much more serious tone "And you can add 'sorry for making all of Nome turning against you and ruining your life'..."

Balto paused as he heard that. His alarms became even stronger now, as he looked on the back of the paper, in which he had already started signing "To... S.M."

S.M.? S.M.?

Balto blinked, and he flipped the paper realizing it was a photograph. The photograph of a dog beastman standing proudly with his arms crossed as he showed a toothy smile to the camera.

Steele Malamud.

"Steele?" Balto asked, looking up from the photo to the dog, who pulled his hood back and revealed a familiar dog-like face with white muzzle and dark fur. He had scars on the side of his muzzle and underneath his left eye which were not there before, but that was Steele, there was no doubt in that.

"Hello, Balto." Steele said, smirking. "Did you miss me?"

The alarms on Balto's head had stopped by now. All that remained was silence. The kind of silence that precedes an event so destructive that it can leave no trace behind, like the drop of a meteor, such as the one that killed the dinosaurs.

He could run. He was faster than Steele, he proved that at least twice in the past. He was smaller and had less muscle, so he could not win Steele in a fight, but he was faster than him, and he was sure he could outrun Steele, especially if he sprinted into running right now. Even if Steele chased him, Balto was sure that he could reach the main street and cry for help before Steele could place a hand over his muzzle to silence him and drag him back to that dirty alley to do God-knows-what to him.

"I see you are surprised for seeing me." Steele said to the wolfdog. "The dumb expression on your face says it all. Man, I have to say, I imagined this scene in my head for a while, and that face you just made makes me want to giggle."

Steele was said that with a smirk on his face as he looked at Balto. The wolfdog looked at him, his body tensing as he gave a few steps back, aiming to open a greater distance between him and Steele, so the malamute beastman could not reach him so fast when Balto sprinted into running.

"What do you want, Steele?" Balto asked, cautious, while he checked on Steele's features and stance for any sign of aggression, and ready to react at the smallest one. As he did, he could easily notice that the years had not been kind to the Malamute, as the scars were not the only new thing on his face. Balto could also notice the obvious signs of aging, like the wrinkles around his eyes and the greying fur on the sides of his head and on his ears, as well as the tip of his snout.

Steele was not that old, if anything, he was just a few years older than Balto himself. Still, those small things on Steele's face made him look at least a whole decade older than Balto himself, if not more. Balto knew that beastmen, as well as humans, could have wrinkles and graying hair/fur earlier in life, if they had too taxing lives.

Balto wondered how hard of a life Steele may have had until now...

"Wondering where I've been, Balto?" Steele asked, causing the wolfdog to look at him with surprise. "You must be, after all, I've been away for years, haven't I?"

Balto said nothing, but Steele seemed to assume that he wanted to know, for he explained how, after every human and beastman on the city turned against him, he had no choice but to flee for his life, and that he had been traveling ever since. He explained how he went from city to city after some labor and place to stay, but he quickly ended up chasing away because his bad fame would inevitably catch up with him and make him completely undesirable in nearly every village and small town in Alaska. As a result, Steele would spend most of his time on the woods, away from any civilization, only having contact with feral animals and wild beastmen...

"And it is all because of you..." Steele said the last part bitterly. "All because you decided to steal my thunder by playing hero. Because of this, the people of Nome turned on me. They stopped liking me and started liking you."

As nervous as Balto was for Steele reappearing before him after so many years, and as much as he could be afraid of him for the idea of Steele being after revenge, as the resentment on his voice clearly showed. However, there was no way he could just allow Steele to pin it all on him like that and avoid any and all responsibility on the matter.

"They turned on you because of what you tried to do." Balto said to him. "You tried to keep me from bringing the medicine back. You even sabotaged my markings to make us get lost! You tried to prevent us from coming back all so you could play the hero! All human children of Nome could have died because of what you did!"

Balto was glaring at Steele as he said that. He half expected to Steele to, once more, try to pin the blame of everything on him. That was just how Steele was, he gladly took the credit for anything good, but when it came to taking blame for the bad things, he was always pushing it to others.

Like he framed Balto for having stolen that meat from the local butcher and forced the wolfdog to spend a few days in prison.

However, he was surprised when, for the first time since he met him, Steele agreed with him.

"Yeah, you might be right about that." Steele said, looking down, "I did do a lot of reflecting since that day and I did conclude that I went too far. That I should have not tried to do something that would have screwed all of those human children alongside you."

Balto looked at Steele. For a moment, he thought that Steele was going to apologize. However...

"I should have only screwed you over." Steele said to Balto. "I should have just stood by the trees and wait for you to come. I could have jumped on you and snapped your neck and then come back with the medicine and be an actual hero. The rest of the team would have kept silent, they feared me enough for that. It was not fair with those children to screw them when I could have only screwed you. But, I guess I was too nervous and didn't thought clearly."

Steele sighed, and then he looked at the wolf.

"That does not change the fact that it was your fault. That I only did what I did because you decided to poke your nose where it didn't belonged, and that it was the fact that you, like a hero from a cheesy fairy tale, decided to come into the village right when everything was working for me and tell everyone what I actually did."

There was resentment on his eyes as he glared at Balto.

"My whole life got messed up on the day you decided to come to the town and try to act as if you had any right to be around me."

Balto sighed. He could clearly see that Steele did not changed. He may have "reflected", like he said, but it was obvious that he was never going to change. Hoping that he would repent for what he did wrong and become a better person was just didn't seemed something that would ever happen.

Steele would always be selfish.

"That said..." Steele spoke. "Since my whole life is messed up because of you, then it is only fair for you to make it up to me for all the problem you caused me. And what better time to come to you for you to make up for me than Christmas, where everyone is making up to each other for something bad they did? I even know how you will be making up to me for all of the trouble you caused me..."

Balto had no idea what Steele was going on about, or what he had in mind for Balto to "make up to him", but he knew from the way Steele looked at him as he smirked that it would not be something he would enjoy doing. He was even afraid of knowing what it could be...

"Steele, I am truly sorry for everything that happened with you." Balto said, "I do wish we could have been friends. If we did, then everything would have been different. But, things are the way they are, and there is no changing them. But, let me tell you something, Steele..."

Balto looked him in the eyes. "I think everyone can turn their lives around. I've always believed in that, even though you have showed that you are not willing to. But, I still think you can be happy, as long as you try to do it without putting other people down."

With that said, Balto then picked the cart again.

"Jenna is waiting for me with the children." Balto said, "I have to go now."

Steele said nothing, as he only continued to look at the wolfdog beastman.

"Merry Christmas, Steele. I hope you can fix up your life." Was all that Balto could say to him, before turning around to leave.

However, that was when Balto made a terrible mistake: to give Steele his back.

Perhaps he didn't feel that threatened by Steele after talking to him. Perhaps he thought that the malamute beastman would let him leave with no problem. Perhaps his belief in the good of people was leading him to give Steele the benefit of the doubt, just like he did with that creep who lured him into his house and tried to give him a drugged coffee so he could take Balto to his soundproof basement.

The point was, Balto made a terrible mistake by turning his back on Steele.

The malamute reached inside of his jacket, pulling a folded paper from his inner pocket.

"Balto!" Steele said, and this caused the wolfdog to turn around to look at him, just as Steele unfurled the paper and blew its contents into Balto's face.

Balto was caught by surprise as the cloud of green sparkling powder hit him square into the face. He gagged in surprise as the powder entered on his nose and mouth as he breathed. This caused the wolfdog beastman to have a coughing fit, which caused him to inadvertently to breathe in more of that strange powder that Steele had blew on his face.

"S-Steele!" Balto said in the middle of his coughing fit. "What the heck!?" Balto said, and he continued to cough, as the powder was still inside of his lungs.

Then it was quickly absorbed by them, and spread from them into his bloodstream, eventually reaching his brain, where its unique properties started to take effect on him...

"Y-you..." Balto said, opening his eyes, which had changed from their regular color to green. "You..."

Balto's words got lost to him. He forgot what he was trying to say, as his mind grew fuzzy. His head was becoming empty as he continued to look at Steele, as more and more things slipped from his mind. From the face of the beastman who raised him to what he ate for lunch that afternoon. And even the place where he had originally been going that night.

As his head became emptier and emptier, his eyes became greener and greener. So green, in fact, that they seemed to glow in the darkness of that alley.

Steele watched as Balto's expression went slack, as any and all thoughts and free will abandoned him, and his eyes changed from their normal color to green. All the while, the Malamute beastman could not help but grin to himself as he saw that the powder worked just as it had been promised.

That shaman apparently wasn't lying. So far, the powder had done exactly as it had been promised to Steele.

And all it costed him was to give that old hag a good knot-fucking.

In less than one minute, Balto's arms had gone completely slack, as well as his expression. He only stared forward with his neon-green eyes that nearly seemed to glow ever so lightly. Steele waved his hand before the wolfdog beastman's muzzle, and even snapped his fingers a few times.

"Balto?" He asked. "Can you hear me?"

There was a pause of a few seconds, before Balto nodded slowly. This was enough to Steele, who looked at the sides, seeing if there was anyone seeing them. Luckily, there was no one around. This was good, it meant that Steele's night would go as he planned.

"Follow me." Steele said, gesturing to the wolfdog to come after him. Balto only took two seconds to obey, walking close behind to Steele as he guided him in direction to a certain place where no one would interrupt them.

You might think it would be hard, to sneak around a small town like Nome without being seen. However, it was surprisingly easy for Steele, who grew up there. He still knew each alley and road, and he knew well the ones where no one else went. This was how he managed to escape being mauled by the humans and beastmen of the city years ago. Now, he used those same deserted crossroads and the special shortcuts to guide Balto with him without anyone noticing.

It was Christmas, which meant even less people out in the streets tonight. Everyone was worried about celebrating with their families and friends, so no one was paying attention to someone walking on the street, not even if it was the famous Balto and the infamous Steele.

Everyone had much better things to do on this merry night.

Including Steele.

Soon, they were moving out of the town, and in direction to an abandoned place that barely seemed livable at all.

No, it was not Balto's boat/house. It was an old shed, that was in as much disrepair as the boat. It had once been used as a storage for valuables and as living quarters for the workers back when they were still building the village of Nome.

Now, however, it was all but abandoned.

Save for Steele, who had been using that place as his home for the longest time to have a roof, as broken as it was, over his head so he would not freeze to death in winter. And a place to hide from the people who still had it out for his neck.

Once they were inside, Steele closed and locked the door, pulling the cord that caused the one lamp on the place to go up. The inside was as dilapidated as the outside, and there was only an old bed, table and chair, which looked like they were held together by nothing other than sheer force of will.

"Balto." Steele said, causing the wolfdog to look at him, his expression still slack. "Do you see those clothes on the bed?" Steele said, pointing at the clothes of a bright red coloration on the bed. They seemed quite new. To tell the truth, they seemed to have been bought today. A great contrast with the moth-eaten sheets of the bed they were on.

"Take your clothes off and wear it." Steele commanded. "I'll go get something."

With this, Steele left Balto to carry on the order he was just given, while he went to get something he had prepared just for tonight. He went deeper into the house, where it was his photography studio.

This was something that Steele had improvised. Luckily, he had learned enough about taking photographs from the people of Nome's journal to know how to take and reveal them. It was not that hard, with those new modern cameras.

I mean, they were "new" back on the decade of 1930's, when Steele and Balto lived.

Those were other times.

Still, the camera that Steele had was top notch for that time, and he knew very well how to operate and use it. And it could take some pretty good pictures.

It would be good for what Steele had in mind.

As he adjusted the camera, making sure the flash worked and that the film was in there, he went back to the main area of the shed, where Balto had just finished putting the clothes that Steele got for him.

Steele got those clothing from a town nearby, which made those special things for the holydays. He picked a general size because he was not sure of Balto's number. Still, he was glad to see that everything fit like a glove on him.

From the red long gloves to the red long leggings. From the red corset to the red high hells he now had on his feet. Even the obscenely small red skirt he was wearing fit him as a glove, just like the pair of red silk panties that it barely hid from view.

Now that was a look that most people of Nome would be shocked if they ever saw the great hero of their small town into.

For Steele, it was perfect.

"You never looked better, Balto." Steele said to Balto and, for his own surprise, he sounded a lot more sincere saying this than he intended.

"Here." Steele said, after shaking his head as he handed some papers to Balto. Steele got them from the city hall... okay, he paid a boy to get it for him, but it was money well spent.

"Sign your name on the dotted lines." Steele instructed to Balto. "Leave the rest blank. Those will be filled later."

Balto took the papers, and the pen that Steele gave him, and he did exactly as the Malamute beastman instructed of him. He signed his name and any important information about himself on them as Steele has instructed.

Once he was done, he handed the papers back to Steele, who took a read of them, and saw that everything seemed to be in order.

"Now..." Steele said, handing Balto a piece of paper. "I want you to write something in this..."

Balto listened to what Steele wanted him to write, and he wrote as Steele dictated to him, word by word, before handing the paper back at Steele, who checked on it like he did with the documents.

"Good." Steele said, seeing that Balto had signed everything exactly as instructed. "Very good, Balto."

Steele then placed the papers aside. He would be using them later, as soon as he was done with everything there.

"Now..." Steele said, getting the camera ready. "Stand there, Balto. Smile for the camera."

Balto did exactly as commanded, opening a goofy smile as he stood in there, wearing women's clothes as he allowed Steele to snap one, two, three pictures of him, changing slightly the angles so he would not miss anything.

"Yes, that's good. Now make a few poses, as if you are a model from a catalog. Ever read one of those, Balto?"

The wolfdog did as was requested, but the poses he made didn't matched. He was posing as if he was a male model.

"No, you dumb mutt!" Steele said to him. "You are wearing women's clothes! Then pose like a woman! Like on a porn magazine! Yes, that's more like it."

Balto was now making a pose with a finger on his lips and a hand on his waist. Steele took a picture of him on this pose, before commanding Balto to make more poses for him. Balto obeyed, and he was now with his hands behind his head, elbows above his head as he had his mouth partially open as he looked at the camera. Next, he was sitting on the bed, with a hand over his chest and the other one covering his crotch as he had his legs spread. Then he was with his back turned to Steele, looking over his shoulder and licking his lips as his skirt was lifted, giving a gorgeous view to his panty-clad butt.

At some point, Balto removed the skirt, now standing only on his underwear as he continued to make poses under the Malamute's command. And Steele continued to snap pictures of each scandalous scene that Balto was making for him.

Man, Balto was got at this.

In fact, he was so good that Steele could not help but get more than a little hot under his collar. His pants felt tight all of a sudden...

"Balto, come here." Steele said, and Balto walked to him, standing before him only on lingerie.

"Kneel before me and open my pants." Steele commanded. Balto looked at him for two seconds, before doing as it was commanded of him, kneeling before Steele, and soon fumbling with his pants, unbuckling them and opening the fly.

"Yes... that's it." Steele said, "Pull my dick out. Yes, that's it. Now start rubbing it. Yes, just like that. Now lick the head. Yessssss. Just like that. Good little bitch. Keep licking."

Normally, Balto would never consider doing what he was doing right now. He would never consider having anything sexual with anyone else when he was happily married and in love with Jenna. He would never cheat on her. Especially not with Steele, of all possible people.

However, he could not bring himself to care anymore. He could not bring himself to care about Jenna, about his marriage with her, about the children they had together. He could not bring himself to care about any of those things. The only thing he could bring himself to care about at that moment was to do as the Malamute wanted.

And Steele wanted Balto to keep licking the head of his dick as he continued to rub it with his hands. So that was exactly what Balto said, not voicing any type of protest or resistance as he simply carried on with all of Steele's orders without any question.

Even as those flashes came from above him right on his face.

"Yes, keep doing that." Steele said as he adjusted the camera, pointing it down at Balto as he changed the focus so he could capture that scene perfectly. "Open your mouth more and put your tongue against my dick. Ohff, that's it, Balto. Just like that. Now take it in your mouth and suck. Yes, just like that, keep sucking, you fucking crossbred bitch."

And Steele snapped more pictures. He snapped pictures of Balto taking his dick on his mouth and sucking it like a candy cane, as he looked up at Steele with his green eyes like a puppy looking up at the mother. Oh, fuck, that scene was even hotter than Steele had anticipating.

"Fuck!" Steele said, as he let go of the camera. He was still holding it in one of his hands, while the other one went to Balto's head, grasping his fur and using it as leverage as he fucked Balto's mouth.

"Keep sucking!" Steele commanded to the wolfdog beastman. "Keep sucking it like the bitch you are! Suck it hard! Suck it good! Yes! Just like that, you fucking whore! Suck my dick like your life depends on it! Yes, suck it good you slut! Suck it! Oh, fuck! Here it comes!"

Balto gagged and choked around that cock as it was forced in and out of his throat repeatedly, but he didn't stopped sucking. He just took it like a good little bitch like Steele wanted him to.

Even when the Malamute grabbed his whole head and shoved his dick all the way into Balto's muzzle, knot and all, and kept the dick in there. This, of course, meant that Balto could not breathe properly, as his throat was plugged. However, as he tried to pull back in reflex, Steele held him in place, as his dick continued to throb and unleash the content of his balls into the mouth and throat of his partner.

Balto choked around the dick as it continued to unleash a torrent of cum down his gullet. As the thirty seconds turned into a minute, and then into two, Balto started to tremble and choke harder around the cock. His hands gripped on Steele's thighs as the Malamute held his head in place. Even as Balto's hands went limp and let go, Steele continued holding the trembling and choking wolfdog in place, as Balto continued trying to breathe.

He tried so hard that some cum came out of his nose.

That was when Steele finally pulled out, letting Balto gasp and take deep breaths as he remained on his knees, still trembling due to nearly having suffocated to death, even though his conscious mind was still so gone that he could not bring himself to be horrified or scared at the thought as he should.

All he did was look up at Steele, with his eyes half-lidded and his tongue out of his mouth, with fresh cum still dripping from it.

Steele looked at Balto with cold eyes and snapped another picture of of. Balto remained still as the flash went right on his face, his features not even flinched as yet another proof of his shameful situation was added to the film of the camera on Steele's hands.

"Get on the bed, Balto." Steele said, "On all fours, with your butt turned to me."

Once more, Balto could do nothing more than to obey Steele's command. He crawled to the bed like a feral dog, and climbed in it like one, his butt, clad in red panties, turned to Steele as the Malamute continued to give Balto instructions on what to do.

Pull his panties to the side and lift his tail, exposing his tailhole. Run a finger over his tailhole. Put two fingers on his mouth and suck on them until they were drenched with his saliva. Take his fingers to his tailhole and start fingering himself. Pull his fingers out and give Steele a gorgeous view of his wet and slick tailhole. Remove his panties for Steele. Put the panties on his own head and spread his ass-cheeks with his hands.

Balto did all of them for Steele. All the while the Malamute continued to snap pictures of Balto's actions, making sure to adjust the focus of the camera and the zoom so he could catch the best angles of Balto's lewd actions.

As he snapped one picture after the other, Steele's cock, gone flaccid after cumming down Balto's throat, surged into full hardness once more, glistening with the mix of cum, saliva and throat-slime as it stood proud and powerful.

Steele walked to Balto, and put his dick against Balto's tailhole, rubbing it in between the wolfdog's cheeks. He snapped two more pictures of this, making sure to compare his dick to Balto's, which had gotten hard as the wolfdog fingering himself under Steele's commands, and Steele could not help but smirk to himself as he saw that his cock was nearly twice as big as Balto's.

He snapped a very clear picture of it.

Then, Steele went down to business.

He placed the camera on the bed, but he held something on his hand. A button that was connected to a long cord that lead all the way to the camera.

"Now..." Steele said, "Relax your tailhole, Balto."

Balto did, and the Malamute was soon forcing his cock on his tailhole. Balto shivered and groaned in pain as he was penetrated, but the fact that he had fingered himself and that Steele's cock was still coated on that mixture that worked as a lube made the penetration not as painful as it would have been if Steele had just gone in dry.

Could it be that Steele was doing it out of a little consideration for Balto, because he didn't want him to feel pain, or even to make it enjoyable for the wolfdog?

...

Pfft! Yeah, right!

Steele thrusted, sending half of his cock into Balto's tailhole, making the wolfdog gasp and shiver as he was penetrated by the malamute's massive cock. As he did, Steele pressed the button. This caused the camera, which was lying on the bed on the perfect angle, flashed as if snapped a picture of Balto's ass being penetrated from the side.

From there, Steele continued to thrust. He pulled his cock out only to shove it back inside Balto's tailhole. The wolfdog took it as a good little bitch, allowing Steele to do as he wanted with him. Eventually, it started to feel good, as Balto's groans and whines turned into moans, as his own cock throbbed and leaked as he was fucked by the malamute. Steele made him shift position, so he was now fucking him as Balto laid sideways and Steele held his leg with one of his arms.

He changed it for two reasons: first, so he could fuck Balto better. Second, so the camera could catch Balto's throbbing dick, and leave no doubt that the wolfdog was enjoying it.

Steele snapped more pictures as he continued to fuck Balto. The wolfdog was moaning like a bitch in heat now, as Steele was pounding on Balto's tailhole now, and he had really gotten into it. He was calling Balto all manners of bad names under the sun (or moon, since it was night), like whore and bitch and everything else in between as he pounded his tailhole with the wild abandon of a feral dog fucking a female in estrus.

"FUCK!" Steele barked. He dropped the little button, forgetting all about the camera as the need to breed became too much for him. He flipped Balto so the dog was laying on his back on the bed, holding both his legs by the ankles as he bred the wolfdog hard and fast, eventually going as far as knotting his tailhole, locking them both together.

Balto gasped as he was knotted, the overwhelming feeling of fullness pushing him over the edge, making the wolfdog cum all over himself as his cock throbbed uselessly, his own knot surging but not locking with anything. Instead of filling a female to fertilize her, all Balto's spunk was wasted by spilling all over his chest and belly, and some of it even going as far as to hit Balto in the face.

And Steele? He didn't give two shits. He just kept knot fucking the wolfdog, moving his dick as much inside of Balto's ass as the bulging bulb of flesh would allow him to, seeming not to care if he hurt Balto or not. All that mattered to Steele now was getting his rocks off.

And he eventually did, as he howled loudly, in a way that would put a wolfdog like Balto to shame, as he filled Balto to the brim with his thick and pearly-white puppy-batter.

By the end of it, Steele sighed. Man, it has been so long since he cummed so hard that Steele honestly could not remember when it was.

He knew he had to wait for his knot to deflate to pull out. However, Steele was not on the mood for that. He had things to do. So, he just started tugging and pulling on his dick until, with a loud and wet *PLOP*, it came out of Balto's ass.

The wolfdog yelped and whimpered as the cock was forcefully unplugged from his ass, followed by a small spurt of cum.

Steele looked at Balto, and then he reached for the camera again.

"Grab your legs and pull them up, Balto." Steele ordered. And Balto, once more, did what he was told to do without voicing anything even close to a protest or resistance.

Balto pulled his own legs up, causing his ruined tailhole to be in perfect view, loose and leaking cum. As visible as the cum on Balto's belly, chest and face. And as visible as the panties he had on his head and the dazed look of pleasure on his green glowing eyes.

Steele adjusted the focus of the camera and snapped a final photo...

---

Balto was laying on the bed, whimpering softly as he touched himself. The panties were still on his head and the cum on his body had dried by now, matting his fur. However, he was not minding any of that. He just continued to touch and masturbate himself, keeping himself on the edge but never making himself cum. If he felt he would be coming close to cumming, he would either stop or squeeze his cock's head or knot hard enough to make himself fall back before starting over.

He had been doing this for the past three hours, just like Steele ordered him to.

But Steele was not there to watch. Instead, he was in the backroom of the shed, which he had been able to convert into an improvised darkroom. The kind of place illuminated by a special red lamp where one could develop pictures.

Steele worked diligently with the film of his camera, developing one photo after the other, and making sure they all came out as he had wanted. From the photos of Balto posing like a lingerie model while wearing actual lingerie, to the final photo of Balto's post-orgasm shame.

And they all did. Balto's face was perfectly visible in most of the photos, leaving no doubt that it was him. However, on the pictures where Steele was fucking him, the camera was angled in a way that was impossible to see who the person fucking him was, with the only thing one could tell was that it was a beastman with black and white fur and a knot, what was not enough to give away Steele's identity. At least, no one would think it could be him.

Steele was still in great wonder over the vivid colors of the colors, when he had only saw black and white colors when he was younger. It was amazing how much technology was evolving...

It was possible to see the clear red color of the Christmas themed lingerie Balto was wearing, as well as the white of the cum on his face and leaking from his tailhole. It was also possible to see the hint of green on Balto's eyes, but that could easily be chalked as glare from the flash. No reason to think it was a sign of him being under the effect of a powerful curse that forced him to do exactly as Steele ordered him, after all.

As Steele hanged the pictures on the wire above to allow them to dry and set, he could not help but smirk to himself, as he saw just how perfect all the pictures were.

They would certainly do fine for the final stage of his plan.

---

It was Christmas morning, what meant that the postal service didn't work. However, this didn't really matter to Steele.

He just walked to the nearest post box, with the envelop on his hand, and stopped by it to check everything inside.

The many outrageous and reputation-ruining pictures he had of Balto from last night? Check. The divorce papers that Balto signed under Steele's command? Check. The single note wrote by Balto himself with the words "I can't lie to myself anymore, please don't look for me, goodbye"? Check.

With all of it checked, Steele closed and sealed the envelop with Jenna's address written in it and placed inside of the postal box.

On the following day, when the post office opened again, the envelop would make its way to Jenna's house and into her hands. Then she would open it and...

Oh, how Steele wished that he could stay and see the aftermath of his revenge on Balto. To see how his image as a hero and family man to be tainted forever and ruined beyond repair.

However, he had other intentions.

He simply walked back to the shed, where Balto was waiting for him, all dressed in his winter gear and looking ready to go on a travel. His eyes were still green, showing that he was still under Steele's sway and control.

He would be for the rest of his life, unless given the antidote, were the words of the old hag after Steele was done fucking her senile cunt in exchange for the drug. This worked just fine for Steele.

"Okay, Balto." Steele said to him, "Time for us to leave."

Balto only nodded, and he got up from the bed and obediently followed Steele as they made their way out of the shed and away from Nome.

Steele was over this small city now. Now it was time to move away from the past for good and start off a new start for himself somewhere far away. And he would be taking Balto with him to be his little plaything on his new life.

Next stop: Canada.