The chill of the north seemed to be little more than a minor breeze to the inhabitants of Ketchikan, Alaska. With a population of a little more than eight thousand, it was busy enough that one could mistake it for a larger port city once a ship was docked, an illusion dispelled only when one turned around to see the vast wilderness behind them. And yet not a single soul among the inhabitants seemed to pay any mind to the uncharacteristically cold spring they were experiencing – if anything, they seemed very comfortable. A wolf-dog tracker and his husky wife would certainly find it an attractive place to settle down, moreso to plant roots for their daughter.

It made having to part with them sting a bit more.

"You sure you don't need me there?" Balto asked, double-checking the dock line before turning to his wife and pup.

Jenna didn't answer immediately as she stepped off the yacht with her suitcase in hand, helping little Aleu down the gangway. She looked back up at him with a loving smile, the kind that always made his heart flutter when she gave it to him, and he found it easy to return it as she crossed back onto the ship.

"I may not be a stamina-rich runner like my mate, but I think I can handle myself and a pup for the week," she said, sliding into his arms. "If I knew for sure my kin would let you join I'd bring you with, but you how they are about..." She trailed off, looking uncomfortable.

"'Half-breeds,'" he finished for her, shaking his head and following her onto the docks. "I know. I'm just worried about Aleu."

"I'll be fine, daddy!" the pup on the docks told him, her tail a gray-brown blur as she returned to gaping at the new area with awe.

Jenna gestured to her. "You see? She's not worried at all, and neither should you. They're not going to turn away their grandchild no matter what blood she has, and maybe this will change their mind about things. I just want this one chance to make things right with them."

"I understand," he sighed, squeezing the sexy husky firmly. "You're so good, Jenna."

"I know I am. I'm more concerned if you will be alright, honestly." She glanced back at Aleu as she ran ahead, peeking into a nearby barrel as any curious pup would. "Think you can handle a week without your mate and your baby girl?"

"For sure, there's good fishing in these waters and good hunting in the forest." He jerked a thumb back at the yacht. "I checked the radio as we got here, there's barely anyone out at sea; and hunting season is more popular down south. If all else fails, I'll just hit up the local bar."

"Oh, and find a nice young girl to replace me in the meantime?" she teased, licking his cheek.

"C-c'mon Jenna," he chuckled nervously. "You know I wouldn't."

"I'm just teasing you, you silly dog," she giggled. "I know that if you were ever tempted, you'd do the right thing."

The vote of confidence put a genuine grin on his muzzle. "I love you, Jenna."

"I love you too, Balto."

Their lips met, saying more to him in the few seconds than they could express in an hour of talking – a swifter way to alleviate his worries, he realized. Now he was just as certain as his wife. The husky had followed him for miles in the wilderness, keeping up with him just as well as any rescuer, and would have traveled to hell and back with him if she hadn't injured her leg halfway there. She'd even waited for him, held out hope that he and the rest of the team would return when no one else believed they would.

He could do no less than put just as much faith in her. His tail wagged as they parted, the wolf/dog hybrid finally feeling his nerves settle as she cupped his face and stroked his cheek. "You two have fun, and call me if you need me."

"We will. I promise. Expect us to come back with good news."

"I'll be waiting." He looked to his pup. "You be a good girl for your mother, Aleu!" he told her.

"I will!" she barked, scampering back to him and throwing her arms around his waist. "It's gonna be so much fun!"

Jenna also gave him a hug before taking Aleu's paw and walking down the dock. "This will be some good mother-daughter bonding, too. Try to relax, Balto. Enjoy the area and we'll be back before you know it."

"You too," he told her, waving at both of them, keeping watch until they disappeared into the population.

With little to do besides wait for Jenna to come back with Aleu in tow, Balto spent the next ten hours exploring the city and its outskirts, pleased with how integrated with the wilderness it was. It took less than ten minutes of jogging to leave the city behind and find himself more or less isolated in a forest, at which point he returned, satisfied that he'd find plenty to do to pass the time.

Not that he was foolish enough to push his luck in the later hours of the day, fully aware of the risks of nighttime traveling. As the sun drifted deeper westward, he returned to the port and found a bar, knocking back a few beers to unwind, doing little to socialize with the locals; for even here, he knew his half-breed heritage was not particularly welcome. He had long since learned that minding his own business was the best way to handle the discrimination, having gotten used to the cruel looks and muttered words. But if anything, it seemed lesser here than it was in Nome – and to Balto, that bred a little hope that perhaps this would be the place to settle down for good. With the blessings of Jenna's relatives, that could become a reality.

Still, once he'd had his fill of beer and chicken wings, he decided to head back to his boat to get some rest. By now most of the ships that frequented the dock were out at sea, or just now starting to dock for the night; one such ship pulled near his, the sound of its engines drowning out the rest of the dock's noises. The sun was less than half an hour away from setting, a beautiful golden light on the surface of the water. As he neared his boat he took a moment to admire the scenery, the sun slipping behind his vessel. It was then that he saw her.

She must have been between ten or twelve, a full-blooded wolf pup with a body and height that almost perfectly matched Aleu, with raven-black hair tied back in a native ponytail, a string of beads hanging from behind her ear.  A mischievous glint danced in her golden eyes as she stared back at the wolf-dog with a look that was both cute and taunting, and for a moment he swore he could see her tongue darting out and licking her jowls. The act seemed to stir something in him, something that stunned him long enough that by the time he noticed the boat she was on was moving away from him, it was almost too late. He blinked, his mind finally processing what was happening.

She was on his boat. The engines were running. And it was moving away. A flicker of movement just within his peripheral vision caught his attention, and at that moment instinct kicked in. 

The dock line!

With the speed of a trained sprinter he ran ahead and caught up to the line with lunge, his paw reaching for the severed line before it could drop off the deck, catching it with his fingers and yanking it back. It was a half-second after that he realized his mistake, and in the next half-second he committed to his error, his other paw gripping the cord tight and managing a single wrap around his wrist before he felt himself get yanked over the end of the dock. Blinding shock enveloped the wolf-dog as he crashed through the surface of the freezing water, gasping as his head broke the surface.

Without another ship nearby to block the noise he could now hear his own boat's motor picking up, dragging him through the water, though it was nowhere near its potential top speed. Even as his nerves cried out in agony he managed to have enough awareness to see that the vessel was heading for the channel leading out into the greater lake. Had his muzzle not been full of water he would have cursed, though it at least left him with the energy to start pulling himself up the length of the cord, blindly reaching out to feel for the hull in the fading light. After what felt like a frozen eternity, his hand slapped against the hull and he chanced a look upwards, spotting the bottom rungs of the gunwale-mounted ladder. A desperate heave and lunge was all it took for him to catch the first rung and pull himself up, his teeth chattering and body shaking as he climbed aboard his vessel. Though far from the worst chill he'd experienced, it was deep enough to reach his core. Once he was on the deck he tore off his jacket and shirt, bracing against the taffrail as he tried to balance on his frozen feet.

His eyes flicked to either side, looking for the pup he'd seen not half-minute earlier, but she was nowhere in sight. Knowing it was more important to see to his warmth he set the matter aside, delaying only to pull in the dock line back onto the boat. He frowned at the frayed end of the line, recognizing it as a clean cut as opposed to a damaged line – the kind a sharp knife would cause.

He tossed it aside with a grunt, using his grip on the taffrail to keep him upright while he kicked off his boots and jeans, leaving him only in his black jockstrap as he stumbled for the ship, the wolf-dog brushing his paws through the fur on his abs to dry as much as he could off before stepping into the warm interior with a sense of relief.

"F-fucking great way to start a week-long vacation by myself," he groaned, his arms aching and his body still convulsing from the cold. He shook himself awake as much as he could, noticing the ship had slowed to a crawl, the docks now only barely visible in the dim light of the setting sun. He hurried over to the cockpit, bringing the mid-sized yacht to a full stop and dropping its anchor, sighing once he was sure the vessel wouldn't drift any farther.

By the time he reached his cabin, the adrenaline in his body had worn off and the full weight of exhaustion seemed to settle in. He sat on the edge of the bed with a groan, reaching to a nearby heater and turning it to high. "Gonna need to stay awake to find that little bitch," he said, feeling no shortage of calm anger.

"Oh, you don't have to go looking for her," a young voice said.

The strange voice was enough to cause him to jump, looking up to the cabin door; and for a moment he thought that Aleu had somehow come back to the ship. Once his vision sharpened enough he was able to get a good look at the pup standing in front of him, a full-blooded gray wolf with shoulder-length black hair, wrapped in a winter coat. Her smile was wide and pleased as she looked him over with with a look of hunger in her golden eyes, framed against brownish-gold markings. To Balto, it was almost as if she were a wolf who had found her prey.

Not that he was worried she would hurt him. "Who the hell are you, and what are you doing on my ship?" he growled, hoping a stern voice would cow her into getting answers. But if anything, her smile seemed to get a little wider.

"I'm Jackie," she answered, folding her arms. "And you're Balto. The Hero of Nome, Alaska. I was hoping to catch you alone."

He peered at her through narrowed eyes, ears folded back. "Yeah, that's right. I suppose you hopped onboard to get an autograph and a selfie, then? I do those for free to anyone who asks, kid, you don't have to steal my boat to get my attention."

The pup blushed and giggled, and in the space of a moment that confused Balto, he could swear that she seemed equal parts excited and nervous. He waited for her to answer, breathing in and trying to shake his head clear, still feeling slightly fuzzy-headed.

"I mean, I wouldn't say no to either of those. But I actually had a much better idea for both of us," she answered. She started to approach him. "Namely, spending some time together.

He cocked his head, now slightly curious. "What, like a date?" he scoffed, still shivering slightly. "Sorry, kid. I'm married with a pup, and you're much too young for me. You'll have to settle for telling your friends you nearly managed to pull a fast one on a popular rescue worker."

"I'm not looking to impress anyone," she said softly, and once she was within five feet he remembered that he was still only clad in his jockstrap – mainly because it was where her eyes were staring at. The look of desire in her eyes made him feel uncomfortable and for some reason strangely pleased. "Though you're plenty impressive for the both of us," she added, starting at the proud-sized bulge.

"Er... thanks," he replied with a frown. "But seriously, kid, I better get you back to town and back to your parents."

"Mmm, nah. My parents are out of town," she shrugged. "And my brothers are busy. Besides, I don't necessarily need anyone to take care of me. But you? I feel a little bad for making you so cold. Let me take care of you."

He was about to say it wasn't necessary, anticipating what would come next – indeed, he tried to avoid it, attempting to get to his feet. But a combination of fatigue from being dragged in freezing water and mental sluggishness kept him rooted long enough for her to reach out and press her paws against his abs. The moment her small fingers brushed through his fur, he locked up, hissing slightly as she pressed her palms into them and started to massage them. They slid up to his strong, bare chest and pushed him down on the bed, and there was a pause between them as Jackie stared into his eyes, her hands on the middle of his chest.

"Your heart just got a little faster, didn't it?"

"Not really," he lied. The situation was absurd, yet strangely enticing.

She smiled but didn't press him to be more honest, reaching out to his left arm and digging her fingers into the fur with a surprising amount of strength. "We gotta get the circulation pumping through your body again," she said in a soft, quiet voice, as she started to massage his upper arm. "I've done this plenty of times with my family when they've gotten too cold. You're pretty strong and fit, though," she told him, rubbing at his forearm. "Just like any other wolf."

"I'm not a wolf," he said quietly, trying to comprehend why he wasn't throwing her off and taking control of the situation. "I'm a half-breed."

"No, you're a wolf," she insisted. "You look and smell like a wolf. And you act like a wolf, too. If you were anything but a wolf, you would have run to the cops or another guy with a ship when you saw me taking the boat out; but because you are a wolf, you dove for the docking line and faced the challenge like a true wolf would."

"Hey, you don't have to be a wolf to--"

"I know." She smiled, switching to the other arm. "Jenna, your mate. She's so pretty. She's a wolf, too."

"She's a--"

"Wolf." She said it in a tone that was certain and would not be swayed, and as she worked on his bicep he could feel the warmth returning to his limbs. She seemed to notice this, her tail wagging as her efforts paid off. "We aren't defined by our bodies or our blood. We're defined by our hearts. I'm a wolf, too. That's why I did something as bold as steal a boat from the Hero of Nome in order to get what I want."

"And what is it you want?" he asked, swallowing.

"I'm already getting it," she said, releasing his arm and sliding lower, her paws caressing his strong sides until her face was mere inches from the jockstrap concealing his sheath and balls. She hesitated only a moment before breathing in deep, letting out a little squeak as her eyes widened.

It roused the wolf-dog into action, sitting up. "H-hey, that's enough!" he managed to say, trying to inject anger into his voice. "This is going too far!"

"No," she said, getting to her feet. "Not far enough."

In the seconds before it happened, Balto noticed two things. The first was that the winter coat was the only bit of winter wear she seemed to have on. She wore no boots, scarf, or hat; and while he could have assumed it was because she was a wolf who was well-adapted to the biting cold of the north, it didn't explain the second thing he noticed – that the socks she was wearing seemed to be white and see-through. Before he could ask she had gotten to her feet and undone the coat belt, shedding it off.

His eyes widened at the sight of her young, nearly nude body. She was a perfect blend of puppy and teen features, soft parts along her ass and slim stomach, with a flat chest that Balto instinctively knew would someday grow into beautiful breasts that any mate would be proud of. The curves of her body, however, were more womanly; a width to her hips and slight thickness in her thighs that came from either training, or from being well-suited for breeding. The latter seemed more likely, as her swollen netherlips were dripping with juvenile nectar, the snow-gray fur around the cleft tinted slightly pink by how flushed her pussy seemed to be.

Stunned as he was by the act of undressing before him, it was the scent of her fertility that completely immobilized him. He'd breathed in that scent only once before – when Jenna was in heat, weeks after the mission that had made him a national hero, and weeks before she'd announced her pregnancy. So when Jackie reached over and placed her paws on his stirring, jockstrap-covered bulge, he found himself offering no resistance whatsoever.

"They call you the greatest dog who ever lived," she whispered, caressing his package gently. "A hero. My brother is a hero, too. I admire that in men."

"Aren't you a little too young?" he managed to say through a shudder, unable to deny how sinfully incredible it was for her to rub his bulge.

"To fall in love? To plan out a future?" She shook her head, giving him a trembling smile. "I think I know exactly what I'm doing, what I want."

"Which is...?"

"You know what I want, instinctively," she told him, letting go of his bulge and climbing up into his lap. Almost automatically, without thought, he pulled her up into him, staring into her golden eyes. "Now take what you want."

It was strange, pressing his lips against her tiny muzzle, not least because it felt perfect. Size didn't matter, here. It all fit, her lips locked against his, his tongue sliding into her muzzle and down her throat. She accepted it without flinching, moaning and whimpering into his mouth, her arms thrown around his neck as her body moved closer into his. There was no resistance in the act, her small, budding chest pressed against his strong, muscular body, his paws sliding down her back and resting on her ass. A slight pull and her bare cleft grazed against the black fabric of his jockstrap – it might as well have not been there at all, the brief touch burning his sheath and causing it to stir to life. She repositioned, breaking the kiss and whimpering as she ground her young netherlips against his bulge.

It gave time for Balto to lean back and stare at the pup, his heart pounding hard enough to make the blood rush through his head, throughout his body, and into his cock. A strained growl bubbled in his throat as he shifted and ground up against her, savoring the feel of her heated mound grinding the tent in his jockstrap. As she leaned back, clinging to his arms and rolled her hips against his loins, his eyes lingered on her belly, estimating just how much of his cock he would be able to fill her with – perhaps just enough to accommodate every inch of his wolfhood, knot and all. And while he would have otherwise been disturbed at the idea of fucking a wolf pup less than half his age, for the moment he felt nothing but raw desire to breed the little bitch.

He looked back up at her, meeting her golden eyes, and she smiled. "I've practiced taking cock for over a year, now. My brothers made sure I'd be ready for this." She leaned back into his arms, whispering into her ear. "It's just us two for the week. It's okay, Balto. You can fuck me."

"I'd knock you up if I did," he managed to growl. Part of it out of a shrinking sens of responsibility, to put the scare in her and make her reconsider her decision to seduce a male who, without question, would make good on the threat; but most of it was a deep craving to sire his offspring in a pup who was in the middle of her heat.

"Is that a promise?" she giggled.

"Keep fucking around and you'll find out," the wolf warned more firmly.

It brought a half-playful, half-apologetic whimper from her. "Please don't be mad, I really like you. I don't wanna steal you from your mate and pup, but I also don't wanna miss out on this once-in-a-lifetime experience. It'll just be one week, and then you'll never have to see me again." A pause. "Unless you want to."

Lust-addled as his senses were, he retained enough reason to think about the situation. Jenna wouldn't be back for over a week, at the least. He could still do the fishing and exploring he wanted while treating the pup. And if he had to be honest, he'd spent much of his life alone on the boat as it was – physical company would be nice. Part of him felt a sling pang of guilt, a sting of betrayal that he wasn't being faithful to his mate; but considering she had once eyed his rival Steele in the past, and had been open enough to treat the rest of his rescue team intimately (with him present, and never vaginally), the part of his reason controlled by instinct felt that she owed it to him to let him have his fun.

And if the pup was willing...

"Your brothers," he growled softly. "What have you done with them?"

"Just about everything," she told him, shifting around and letting her ass rest just above his tenting package. "Oral, anal, plenty of knotting – they're a lot of fun to be around."

"Then why not catch a pup from them, then?" he pressed, curious to hear more.

"Oh I will. But they made prior arrangements and they won't be able to do it." She paused, looking hesitant. "I go out on my own constantly, and I saw you and your boat just as your mate and pup were leaving. I'd never mistake you for anyone else."

"I've been mostly left alone today," he pointed out.

"Most dockworkers are overworked in the mornings and drunk in the evenings," she countered. "I bet I could take cock better than any other bitch in a fifty-mile radius from here, but drinking is bad."

"Hmm... that's a very responsible thing for a little lady like you to say," he chuckled, rubbing her cute butt. The pup perked up at that, looking hopeful, so he supplied a little more. "But trying to steal a boat, though?"

"I wasn't trying to--"

He raised his paw as he said it, bringing it down with a firm crack against her bare ass and generating a surprised yip from her as she jumped in his lap. A look of shock and fear painted her features, her ears pinned back from the playful admonishment, until she looked into his features and saw him giving her a smirk.

"You shouldn't have done something so reckless and stupid," he told her, squeezing her butt. "Not even to get my attention. So don't be surprised that I'm disciplining you for it.

"Y-yes, I've been a bad bitch," she said, ducking her head a little with a sheepish smile.

"Don't worry," he growled again, leaning in so his whispered words went straight into her ear. "I forgive you. And I'll teach you a week-long lesson, if you're a good girl."

He anticipated her desire to speak, to promise him that she'd do everything she asked him to, and cut her off quickly by treating her to another deep kiss. The feel of her little muzzle trying to accommodate his, her ripe and warm body trembling against his muscular frame, was like he'd found a primal position of power; the head of the pack choosing his mate. The last time he'd felt this way, Jenna had spread her legs for him and accepted his potent seed into her belly – this was no different save that his chosen mate, if only for a week, was young enough to likely be in her first estrus.

He broke the kiss off slowly, a string of saliva connecting his tongue to her lower lip as her mouth hung open, breathless from the intense kissing she'd experience. "I'm so hot, Balto," she whimpered. "Please fuck me."

Even through his arousal, the intense need to pin her down and give her exactly what she was asking for, he managed to maintain some clarity. Experienced or not, he wasn't going to hurt her. "Oh I'll get to that, don't you worry," he promised her, picking her up and getting to his feet to set her down. "But only if you do what I say. And since you thought pretending to steal my boat was a good way to get in bed with me, you're going to have to convince me first."

"H-how?"

He placed a paw on her head, giving her a reassuring pet. "Show me how a 'bad bitch' sucks a pack leader's cock."

Her eyes sparkled from the request and her paws quickly went to the waistband of his jockstrap – more than a sufficient hint that any dick at this point would be acceptable to her. The tent in his piece was painful, dulled by the sheer arousal of the situation. Even now, as her paw hesitantly wrapped around his ebony, bitch-breeder cock, the sensation was so intense that it almost seemed like a dream. If it weren't for the fact that his senses felt so sharp, he would have dismissed it as one. But the moment she leaned in and pressed her tongue against the jet-black shaft, he was in heaven on earth, paradise made reality.

She worked slow at first, her half-lidded, lust-glazed gaze staring at the ebony tool as she dragged her tongue from the base of the shaft, all the way up to the tip. In the five seconds she took to do so, a heavy bead of precum had formed at the peak, threatening to break and trickle down his length. She intercepted it first, letting out a little moan as her tongue reached it, the bead breaking over her tongue and spreading its flavor across it. A shiver seemed to pass through her and she looked up at the wolf-dog with something that felt like across between puppy-dog eyes and a bedroom gaze. Her lips kissed the tip briefly, shortly before she began swirling her tongue across and up his shaft. The warmth of her slurping and feel of her little lips laying kisses and brief suckles felt nothing short of divine to the wolf. Even something as subtle as a light lick felt like pure bliss on raw nerves.

He allowed her a few minutes to slick him up before he reached down and stroked his fingers through her raven-black hair, cupping her face and raising her chin. "I thought I told you to be obedient," he growled.

Her ears pinned back. "Is... is it not good enough?"

"It's amazing, kid," he groaned. "But I told you to show me how you suck a man's cock."

Her eyes widened at the demand, but he didn't allow her to rectify her mistake on her own. He kept a firm hand on her head and forced her lips apart with his girth, sliding at least half of his shaft into her muzzle. For a moment she put her paws on his hips and pushed back, resisting, but only enough for her to adjust and make herself comfortable on his cock. With a brief, cute glance up at him she began to service him obediently, slurping around his shaft and swallowing as much of his prick as she could manage; a good three-quarters of it, at least, moving her head to bob along the length. A burst of aroma hit his nostrils and he nearly swayed and fell off his feet, but managed to stay upright, identifying the scent as that of a bitch who had just gotten hornier. He managed to lean forward, spotting a tiny pool of  the little bitch's arousal, having dripped from her pussy or trickled down her leg.

It was enough for him to contribute in his own way, finally deciding to rock his hips into her face and giving her a steady muzzle-fucking. The pup squirmed slightly, then picked up on his rhythm and worked with him, timing her suckles and swirling her tongue around the tool. Before long, the cabin was filled with groaning, moaning, and a steady erotic sound of slick oral sex, of wet balls slapping a young chin, young lips slurping a thick cock – noises so lewd that even the married wolf-dog had never heard them. In less than a minute he was forced to admit that, as much as he loved Jenna, she was nowhere near as talented or eager a cocksucker as the pup was.

It was enough to make him shudder again. "That's it, just like that. You're such a good girl," he growled again, reaching down and petting behind her ear, and her tail reacted eagerly, practically a blur at this point. "So, you still wanna have my pups? Still eager to get a proper breeding?" The pup nodded, or at least attempted to as well as she could with most of his cock lodged in her muzzle. "Then show me how much you want it – with your mouth."

She looked back up at him again, eyes watering from a combination of oral effort and elation that all of this was actually happening, her tail wagging at his suggestion. There was no question in his mind that she was ready to do anything for him, if he would only put her on his back and plow her senseless, and in the next second she proved it by sliding her paws up his legs and onto his ass, clinging to him as she deep-throated every inch of his puppy-maker into her muzzle. The act made the wolf-dog dizzy, a gasp tearing through him as his knot started to swell behind her lips. When he attempted to pull the bulb out, the pup tightened her hold around his legs and buried her face in his pubic fluff, gulping and moaning.

"F-fuck!" he snarled, rocking his hips forward and holding her head in place, a few jets of hot seed churning from his balls and through his prick. It had happened so suddenly, been so intense that he hadn't put a full load behind the shot, but it felt copious enough draining into the pup's belly. She held in place for a few seconds more, then pulled back completely with a gasp and moaned as he splattered her muzzle with one more shot of spunk. "Oh... fuck," he groaned, backing up and sitting on the bed, regarding the cum-stained bitch with amazement.

She looked up at him, making a show of cleaning her muzzle with a slurp of her tongue and giving him a brief glimpse of his pearly-white cum on her tongue before swallowing; she opened back up, showing she had consumed it all.

"I thought you were just looking for a few minutes of fun," he said, panting. " But you're really serious, aren't you. You really trying to get a guy to knock you up."

"Not just any guy," she said as she got back to her feet, looking unsteady as she stepped over to him and climbed onto the bed. "By you." Her tiny paws pressed against his chest and he allowed himself to be pushed onto his back, letting her get into his arms to cuddle. She smiled and looked up at him with a raised eyebrow, rubbing his chest. "Consider me your number one fan."

"Kid, none of my fans have tried to get into my pants like this."

"I doubt there are many of them in Nome. Have you never gotten those offers from other bitches?" He said nothing, though he was certain she knew the answer. "You're a national hero, you saved an entire community from a deadly illness. Everyone admires you for that. This may be the only chance I have. I'm not going to pass it up." She straddled his abs, looking into his eyes. "Are you?"

He didn't have to answer. Though his knot had reduced, his cock was still erect, still prepared to rut the little bitch senseless, balls bearing an ache for sexual release. Something akin to a veneer of dissatisfaction tore at him, mild irritation that he had succumbed so easily to the pup's muzzle and tongue, knowing his load had been relatively meager. Still, the knowledge that he had plenty more to spare kept him aroused.

In lieu of words, he let his lips be his answer, catching her in another deep kiss. She tasted sweet, too sweet, like a forbidden fruit ripe for the taking. She accepted it with a happy squeak, rolling her hips into his abs and moaning into his muzzle as her sopping-wet cleft slid across his stomach. He could feel how hot her loins were, the slickness they left behind matting his fur down, and as he reached around to grab her little ass he suddenly became aware of how close his cock was to her pussy. Even with blood keeping his cock painfully hard, his heart still hammered wildly. It was so close, all it would take was him lifting her up just a little, placing her over his lap, and impaling the little bitch onto his cock.

But he didn't need to. She broke the kiss first and put her hands on his chest, backing up and letting her butt slide back until it was resting on his pelvis, his throbbing wolfhood speared between her asscheeks.

"Hold it," Balto groaned, sitting up. "Be honest. This really isn't your first time?"

"N-ngh no," the pup whimpered, lifting herself up and teasing the tip of his cock by rubbing her pouting netherlips against it. "I've been at this for a good three years already, my brothers are almost the exact same size and shape as yours. I know I can take you, knot and all. Just let me take care of everything."

Another shiver tore through his back and he watched, eyes on the spot where his cock and her pussy were touching. He would have loved nothing more than to grab her ass and impale her on his cock, yet he settled for grabbing her ankles and keeping her in place as she adjusted herself carefully. Then, after half a minute of silent teasing, she lowered herself onto his wolf-prick, whining and whimpering as the first inch spread her pussy lips apart, then smoothly gliding down every lubricated inch of his shaft until her butt was nestled perfectly in his lap, the entirety of his cock buried in her. Both of them panted, briefly staring into each other's eyes; and while Balto wondered what she could see in his, in hers he could see the pure determination she possessed, the need and drive to get what she wanted, mixed with a slight bit of pain, worry and fear that she might perhaps be going too far.

It was the only thing keeping him from flipping her onto her back and ruining her.

"Easy, pup," he said soothingly, reaching up to put a paw on her stomach. There was a firmness in her lower belly. "Take it at your own pace. We'll get those pups growing in you tonight, I promise."

"Y-yeah?" she whispered hopefully. "So you're okay with this?"

"This is so fucked up." Even as he said it he wasn't about to deny how good it felt. "But I'm not going to say no to having you around for the next few nights," he groaned, rocking his hips up and savoring the subtle squeezes her tight, velvet walls are giving him.

His cock throbbed and pulsed deep in her cleft in return, slightly stretching her out with every heartbeat. The gentle motion was enough for the pup to shiver and moan, grinding down into his lap, and for a moment Balto swore he could feel the entrance into her vulnerable womb, nestled against the tip of his cock. If there was any sign of regret from the pup, he wasn't seeing it now, as she swayed her hips slightly to handle the size. After perhaps a minute of adjusting, she pushed her feet into the mattress and raised herself halfway off his cock, before descending down it once more. This time she was much slicker, the wolf-dog's potent precum having done more than enough to lubricate her inner walls, and Balto could not help but wonder if even now, the subtlest trace of his seed was swimming up into her belly already, dooming it to swell with his offspring – their offspring.

She paused and took in a deep breath, leaving him to wonder if she had finally lost her nerve and was giving up, but right as he started to recover the sense to put a stop to it all she dropped into his lap again, letting out a yip of joy as she provided the sheath to his length. Her hands pushed against the center of his chest, her lower body doing all of the work in bringing riding him. The wolf-dog groaned in bliss, eyes wide as he stared up at the pup in wonder, his brief urge to get her to stop now completely displaced by his desire to continue. The combination of her tight yet supple pussy lips gliding around his girth with her equally tight inner walls squeezing around his throbbing piece brought the instinct to breed back to the surface, and her moaning his name kept that feeling afloat.

But in minutes she started to slow up, panting with exertion. She shivered and laid on his chest, her breathing laced with tired whimpers. "It's... it's harder than I thought it would be," she said, nuzzling into his neck. "I'm sorry, Balto."

Stimulated as he was, he did not scold her for easing up nor fall back to suggesting she stop. Instead, he slid a paw down her back while the other petted her ears. "Shh, it's okay, pup," he told her, sitting back up and giving her an encouraging hug. "Let me guess, your brothers are the ones that do all the work, right?" She kept her face hidden in his neck but nodded. "You did really good for taking control," he said, hoping it would encourage her. "But you can stop, now. You don't need to push yourself anymore."

She reared back and looked up with a torn expression. "B-but you said--"

"I promised I'd give you what you wanted," he said quickly, picking her up in his arms. She squirmed for a moment, letting out a startled yelp as he slid out of her churned-up slit and then a squeak as he dropped her onto the bed on her back. "Not that I'd let you take it from me. Besides, that's what you want, isn't it?"

She stared up at him and swallowed, nodding.

He grabbed her ankles again, pulling her closer to the edge of the bed before splitting her legs apart and giving him a good, clear look at her sopping-wet pussy, a film of frothy white grease smeared against her netherlips. "Then be a good girl and stay still. If this is going to happen, then I'm going to make sure you remember your first breeding fondly."

The only reservations he had left by now were connected to his mate, a guilt that was easy to ignore the face of everything else. Instinctively, he could see no wrong in what he was about to do; rationally, her talent so far was proof she was no stranger to it. She knew what she was doing, what she wanted, and how far she'd go to get it, even if that meant pretending to steal a boat to get him alone. So when he got to his knees and lowered his face between her thighs, lashing his tongue up her used slit and getting a keening moan from her, he had no self-doubts about how far he was going to go to give it to her.

She tasted different from Jenna, somehow sweeter, with an aroma that made his head swim. As the pup writhed and moaned beneath him he brought his paws to her ass and lifted her lower body up, as if he were sipping from a bowl. Her thighs closed around his head and struggled to pull him in deep, trying to force his muzzle past her folds. He obliged with his tongue instead, licking her lips clean before treating her cleft to a passionate french kiss. The moment his tongue started to swirl around her honeypot she kicked her legs out frantically, crying out like the eager bitch in heat that she was.

This would not do.

He pulled back and brought the palm of his hand up against her ass with a firm swat. She gasped and cringed, looking up at him.

"What did I tell you?" he said sternly.

"T-to stay still," she answered, shivering. "But it was so good..."

"I know it was, but you still have plenty more to learn." He smiled down at her, rubbing her ass gently. It was an act, a way to keep her in check and him in control, and as clever as she was she was still young enough that she didn't realize it. "Just try to keep still." He dipped back in and resumed, easing up on her a little more. His tongue slid into the warm depths of her pussy once again and started to swirl along the walls and ceiling of her slick passage, his nose drowning in the intoxicating scent of her heat. She squirmed and moaned again, though this time she struggled to lie as completed still as she could, her fingers gripping the sheets. Every half-minute he would slide his tongue along the roof of her pussy, giving special attention to her juvenile clit; and every time, she jerked and cried out, shivering.

The fourth time he did this, her back arched and she screamed in clear ecstasy, giving him enough warning to back away. The pup's thighs convulsed as a brief splatter of nectar stained the bedsheets beneath her backside, the rest dribbling down her inner thighs. For several seconds she trembled, spread-eagle and toes curling in bliss as she rode out the waves of orgasm, and in that time the wolf-dog had gotten to his feet and given his cock a few strokes, bringing it back to its full length and firmness. A ribbon of precum shot from the tip of his cock and landed dead against her still slick netherlips.

Tears streaked down her face and he leaned in, giving her a consoling nuzzle. "You okay, pup?"

"Y-yeah," she sniffed, wiping her face and giving her a trembling smile. "Just so excited and happy."

"I've given you a few opportunities to back out," he said, nuzzling into her neck. "There's no guarantee, but if I do this you're almost certainly going to end up pregnant."

"That's all I want, sir," she told him, reaching up and hugging around his neck.

He felt no lingering reluctance when he stood back up and grabbed her legs, pulling her up to the edge of the bed and pinning her ankles next to her head. She was so flexible she did not struggle or show any measure of disappointment, the position allowing him to slap his drooling cock against her swollen lips. With all the additional slickness his oral efforts had produced, it took little more than a shift of his hips to bury the first inch of his ebony cock into her quim. A slight thrust sheathed the rest of his prick into her belly, until she had taken all of it into her pussy without so much as a hiccup. The pup stared up at her mate, stars in her eyes as she gave him a lust-glazed smile.

"I feel so full," she panted, shuddering. "It's so perfect."

"Brace yourself, pup," he warned. "I'm not knotted in you yet."

Much as he wanted to climb onto the bed and pound away at the pup's stretched pussy, the part of his mind that had grown from having a daughter kept him in check. Even if this was what he wanted, he would not risk hurting the pup to get it, even if the pup wasn't his to begin with. But nor was he willing to be too gentle either, adamant on making her first genuine breeding a week to remember. So when he climbed on top of her, keeping her pinned down with his powerful body, he made sure to nuzzle and lick the pup with all the affection he could, all while working his back and hips into the act of siring a pup in her.

The sounds their coitus made were enough to make his ears and loins burn, and melded with the pup's excited barks, gasps and moans it was all the more erotic; though it also seemed like all she could do beyond shivering and wrapping her legs around his waist. He bent a little lower, dragging his tongue across the young, subtle buds of pre-teen breasts just beginning to rise, and to his delight she twisted and cried out as if he'd attacked them with his lips and teeth instead. What little movement she could manage from her hips involved meeting his thrusts, squeezing her tight little cunt around his girth to milk as much as she could, flexing her legs to pull him in closer. With all these elements in tandem, it did not take long for Balto's knot to begin forming.

"It's coming, pup," he whispered into her ear. "I'm gonna cum soon. But before I do, I'm gonna give you an out."

"An... out...?" she panted, staring up at him.

"One last chance to say no," he told her, touching his nose with hers. "Because if I knot you, you will become pregnant. Are you prepared for it, Jackie?"

There wasn't trace of hesitation or second thoughts in her face as she nodded, her eyes staring into his. "I'm ready, Balto!" she moaned. "Gimme your puppies, I promise I'll be a good girl!"

"I know," he groaned. "You're gonna make such a perfect mother."

He acted before his knot could swell past the point of no return, certain that his full-sized bulb would be impossible to slide past her netherlips; and just as certain that she could handle it as long as it swelled inside her first. It was a close call all the same, the pup yelping with a mix of pleasure and pain as he had to push firmly against her folds to lock it in, and yet it was enough to bring her to what he was certain was another orgasm, her quim rippling and gnawing on his knot unconsciously while she writhed and screamed in ecstasy.

It was enough to rob him of what little was left of his sexual stamina, groaning as his balls ached and churned, the pressure just behind his cock too much to hold back. A shudder tore through his spine and a strangled snarl of pleasure rang through the cabin, heralding the coming flood. Every nerve along his length seemed to sing with bliss as the first ribbon of potent cum pumped through his throbbing wolfhood, blasting from his tip and into Jackie's womb. His hips flexed and held in place as he channeled more into the pup, his rich seed quickly seeking out the closest ovum deep within her belly. When at last the flow tapered off into a trickle, he looked down to witness his work, shivering at the sight of a subtle swell in her belly – it was impossible not to image it as a promise fulfilled.

His muscles relaxed and he shifted around, intent on not smothering the pup with his larger frame. All it took was for him to pick her up and carry her a few feet onto the bed, letting her lay on him as she recovered from her climax. Jackie panted, her fingers digging into his fur, nuzzling into his chest as she sniffled.

The sound worried him. "Hey... you okay, pup?" he asked, petting behind her head.

"Y-yeah, I'm... just great," she sighed, wiping her face and giving him a genuine, tremulous smile. "I'm just so happy."

He couldn't help but smile back, confused as he was. "I'm actually happy I could make you feel that way."

They laid there for a while without saying a word, opting instead to communicate with licks and kisses, signs of affection that caused both their tails to wag even as warm cum leaked out from around his knot and down his balls. It wasn't until he had gone soft thirty minutes later that the pup started to move off of him, his prick sliding out of her creamed-up cunt with a pop that made her yip and giggle. She attempted to stand, only to wobble on unsteady feet – until the wolf caught her.

She giggled again. "I got the hero to save me, too!" she said, before gesturing to her used cunny. "So, how does it look?"

The sight was on par to the look of Jenna after a round of breeding the beautiful bitch, though of a different flavor; Jackie's cum-stained quim was cute, but there was a feeling of decadence to go with the sweetness. Nevertheless, he was ready to be honest. "You look beautiful, pup," he told her with a grin. "We really made a nice mess, didn't we."

"But I promised to be a good girl," she said quickly, getting to her knees and nosing his half-flaccid cock. "And a good girl always cleans up after herself."

Long past the point of wanting to argue with her, Balto instead nodded and watched her go to work with a satisfied smile, marveling at how the talented the little bitch was. She wasted no time slurping up the excess cum from his shaft, suckling the tip to get what remaining strands of spunk were still left in his cum-vein, and squeezing his nuts gently, massaging away the residual ache. In minutes, his prick was completely clean – and hard once more.

"Ready to go again?" she asked, a sparkle in her eyes.

"Easy there, pup," he laughed. "I'm more than willing to keep you around for the week, just to make sure it all takes. But I'm a dad, so I know when it's time for a kid to eat. You hungry?"

"I'm not hu--"

A loud gurgle from her belly cut her short, the pup hiding her face.

"Thought so," he said, nodding.

"Okay... I'm a little hungry," she admitted, giving him puppy-dog eyes.

"I'll whip you up something – if you can answer me a question," he said, folding his arms and giving her a firm, stern look.

"W-what's that?" she said, suddenly looking worried.

"I believe you when you say you wanted me to knock you up. But I also think you're not telling me everything." He jerked his head towards the deck. "You used a knife to cut the dock line, meaning you came prepared. Now, I could chalk that up to you being from a northern wolf tribe, and that you'd carry that all the time for self-defense. But then you'd have to explain how you came up with your little plan, and how you knew I'd even be here at all." His brow furrowed. "Only a handful of people knew."

Jackie looked away, biting her lower lip and fidgeting her paws together.

Balto sighed, nodding. Rather than demand that she speak, he pulled her into his lap and kissed the side of his muzzle. "I promise I won't be mad."

The pup looked up into his face, relaxing in his arms and cuddling against him. "Okay... I'll tell you everything."

Fifty miles inland, another breeding was taking place.

"You're so good!" Jenna moaned.

"Thank you, ma'am," the white wolf groaned, working his young hips into the nubile husky. The first load she'd been filled with was quickly displaced with the repeated thrusts and jabs that her young lover was administering, leaving a thick mess on the sheets beneath her. It did little to bother the bitch, her tits and face painted with two different loads. Above her, a much older wolf was smiling down at her.

"My boys here have had plenty of practice with your cousins. It made it pretty easy to convince them to loosen up, especially once your father was cucked out of the picture," he said, nodding to the bed nearby, where an older husky bitch was knocked out, fresh cum still oozing out of her well-bred cunt. "Ornery fuck, that guy. I think your mother was glad to be rid of him."

"She deserves better, Cole," Jenna panted, smiling up at the white wolf. "You gave it to her. You promise to take care of her?"

"Absolutely, ma'am," Cole said, leaning in and kissing her forehead. "Just relax for now, let my son finish breeding you."

Jenna nodded, fingers curled into the sheets as Locke battered his hips against her inner thighs, drilling his handsome red cock into her folds. He wasn't as good as Balto, of course, but he was damn close to it; and Jenna was certain he would make a lucky girl happy when he grew up, at which point he'd likely have a length to rival her mate's. For now, she was the lucky girl, and she was ready for him.

She had come anticipating having to offer her body as a means of securing a new home for her family, but hadn't expected it to be a done deal by now. It had involved getting in touch with a wolf tribe who respected her husband for some of his part work, and who just so happened to be in close proximity with the husky's extended family – the only obstacle that prevented the three from moving south. But the tribal elder had either worked fast, or had been working for a long time. By the time Jenna arrived to her family's estate her father had left in shame, her mother had more or less taken a new mate (and consummated that new union by getting knocked up), and most of her relatives had formed strong bonds (not all sexual) with the pack.

They'd known Balto would not sit still for this. He was not the possessive sort, but he wouldn't simply give Jenna away without a fight. It would have been trouble enough just to convince him that she wasn't being taken from him – Nome's canine population had more than a few elements trying to seduce both of them from each other. If it wasn't Dixie or Sylvie trying to get into the wolf-dog's pants, it was the rest of Balto's rescue team trying to invite her to a night alone; as if going so far as to suck their cocks while he was around wasn't good enough for them. When Cole's daughter had offered herself as a preemptive olive branch, Jenna was hesitant. But when she witnessed for herself how close and loving the family was, both in and out of bed, the husky quickly reconsidered and gave the pup her blessing. There was no doubt in her mind that Balto would take care of her, just as Cole and his sons were taking care of Jenna, her mother, and her daughter.

A part of her was still a little guilty for deceiving Balto this way, but it was a trade she was more than willing to make to keep her family happy and together. Nome was a beautiful place, but too small for an adventurous pup like Aleu; and too small for Balto to keep avoiding the bitches who kept trying to seduce him. Better Jackie than Dixie, she thought with a smirk. It was the knowledge that her husband was going to get his cock buried in a cute little bitch that admired a hero like him, which made it easier for Jenna to enjoy being rutted by the pup on top of her.

The white-furred, blue-eyed pup groaned, his paws resting on her tits and groping them as he gave several desperate thrusts, driving his knot past her pussy lips and sheathing the rest of his length inside. Jenna shivered and gasped, holding him close to her.

"It's gonna be you, pup," she said sweetly. "It'll be our pup, I know it. Just let it out in me... give it to momma..."

It was all he needed to let out a wolfish whine, gritting his teeth and blasting her heated womb with his young, virile spunk. Jenna threw her head back with a moaning howl, wrapping her legs around the young stud and keeping him in place, ensuring that his seed would win out against the load that had preceded it. To feel the deep, blooming warmth of a load of cum boiling in her belly was incredible; to know it was not her husband's cum made it that much kinkier.

The white wolf pup leaned in and kissed her deeply, eagerly taking his place as her temporary mate by doing so. She giggled to herself, pleased with the way he was treating her, licking his nose once he broke it off. "Such a good boy... we're gonna make a beautiful puppy together." The boy groaned and buried his head between her tits, looking up at her with a tired but extremely satisfied grin, making her giggle and reach down to pet his ears. "You and I are going to have so much fun."

"What about... my brother?" he panted, wagging his tail.

Her eyes flicked over to the pup in question. "I think the poor boy is in love," she replied, smiling as the gray wolf pup treated Aleu to another deep kiss. He was quite handsome for his age, bearing golden eyes, black braided hair, and a steel-gray pelt, as well as a thick ebony cock – which was currently buried balls-deep in her daughter.

Aleu wore a look of complete bliss, embracing her lover tightly while he rutted her, her legs clamped tightly around his hips. When Jenna had seen the twins at their full size, she was worried; their cocks looked almost too big for them, more like what she would have expected to see on a wolf stud twice their age. But Aleu was more than prepared to meet the challenge, such that Jenna suspected she had taken a liking to the brothers; and she had met the challenge admirably and without complaint, riding her first lover's cock with no reservations. If Jenna had underestimated anything, it was her little girl's estrus culminating in an honest eagerness to be bred.

"How is he, pup?" Jenna asked, reaching over to touch her arm.

She flinched for a moment before relaxing, giving her mother a sexually-exhausted smile. "I like him... I wanna have his pups."

"Mmm, you sure about that?" the husky asked. "His brother is just as talented."

"I know, and I wanna play with him too," came the reply. "But I like this one more, he's... really nice and sweet. And he reminds me of daddy," she added with a blush.

Jenna blinked, surprised at the comment, then grinned. "Oh yeah? Are you wishing it was your father doing this to you, then?"

"N-no," the pup said, looking away with a red face. "I like this boy, but-- I mean... maybe..."

She gave the black-cocked pup a look, amused by her daughter's admission. "He does look a little like Balto, doesn't he. Well, I suppose your father and I will have to have a talk when we meet up again – I'll be surprised if he doesn't turn out to be interested." She turned her attention to the lad fucking her little girl, tapping his nose with a finger. "As for you."

"Y-yes ma'am?"

"Don't do this halfway, little stud. Give her everything, knot and all. If you expect to be a part of my little girl's life, you're going to have some literally stiff competition from her father. Best you knock her up now – it might be your only chance."

It was almost as if the pup had been waiting for permission, putting extra power into his thrusts and making Aleu scream in bliss as she suffered through another climax. The pup mounting her went rigid, whining through his teeth as he buried his thick knot past her slick labia, arching his back as he pumped his balls into the eager little bitch. Aleu's scream had lessened into a moan, her hips rolling into his cock, trying to milk every drop he had to offer, and seconds later the excess trickled out from around his knot and trailed down Aleu's ass, staining the base of her tail.

"Good boy," Jenna said, petting his back, but it was likely he couldn't hear her; he had locked his muzzle with Aleu once more, giving her a passionate kiss to muffle her whimpering and moaning.

"Satisfied?" Cole asked, sitting next to the husky and petting the white pup's ears, the pup having dozed off into a nap while still tied to the husky.

"Very much," Jenna said softly, rubbing the pup's back. "Even though it's..."

"Weird?" he finished for her with a grin. "Not so much to us. But you took to it like the wolves you and your husband are."

Jenna laughed. "I'm not a--"

He chuckled. "Oh, yes you are. I'm not even talking about genetically related. You and your pup are bold, adventurous, and willing to do anything to protect your family, to keep them together. A wolf isn't defined by blood or body; they're defined by their hearts, how they bond to others and how they honor those bonds."

Jenna nodded, feeling it in her heart. "I hope Balto feels the same way."

"I do, though," Balto said, touching noses with the pup.

It was morning now, the sun threatening to peek above the horizon. Jackie was resting against the wolf's chest, sighing as her older lover pumped more seed into her aching womb. She had spilled everything after dinner, revealed what was happening with Jenna and Aleu, and why. Balto was sure the pup was anticipating being tossed off the boat and told to swim to shore.

Instead, he'd picked her up, threw her into bed, and spent the next several hours making love to the pup. It was impossible to be angry for the deception, when it gave him peace of mind that he would be allowed to stay in such a beautiful area, and when it was clear that his mate wasn't offering her heart to anyone else. Even if he wasn't sure how he felt being told that both she and his daughter would likely be pregnant when he saw them next, he was sure he wasn't feeling angry; and he was also sure that he was a little happier knowing the next mother of his pup would be around.

"You feel the same way?" Jackie asked, licking his chin and smiling up at him.

"Sure do," Balto said, smiling back. "It's a little weird, but it doesn't really bother me. Maybe there's more wolf in me than I take for granted." He looked out at the sea, just as the first shaft of sunlight broke past the horizon.

"Besides – this is a great place to settle down and plant some roots."