Well this is it folks. The last chapter. Balto is owned by Universal. If I owned it this fic would be the plot of the second movie. Anyway, this is not a Lemon and now on with the show.

Chapter 4

Evil…

Such an arbitrary word isn't it?

And really, what does it even mean?

What is evil?

For that matter, what is good?

How does one tell a loyal friend from a hated enemy?

What separates an act of kindness from an act of selfishness?

Where is the line between true love and black lust?

These are questions that have baffled human and animal kind since the dawn of time.

Unfortunately, as a certain red-haired husky is about to discover, there are no clear answers.

And sometimes there are no happy endings.

XXX

For what felt like an eternity, Balto floated in a great sea of darkness. He couldn't see, hear, smell, feel, or move; he just… existed. It was so bizarre, it was like his mind and body had become separated. He was beginning to wonder if he might be dead.

Fortunately his fears were soon put to rest. The world slowly returned and with it came his senses. Soon his fluttered open and he was back in the familiar bosom of his humble home. For a brief moment the noble half-breed felt completely at peace, but this peace was shattered when his other senses returned and he began to notice a few things. First there was the fact that he felt completely exhausted, in spite of the fact that he'd just woken up from a presumably long nap. Second, there was strange and pungent aroma dominating the air; it was a little like his own, only mixed with several other scents he couldn't quite place. Third, and by far the most confusing, was strange sensation he felt on the left side of his chest; it was almost as if something small and fluffy was… snuggling up against him.

That's when it all came flooding back. Dixie's unexpected visit, their long and pleasant chat over sausages, her all too generous offer to give him a tummy massage, and then they… Oh dear lord!

He remembered everything. Every breath, every position, every sweaty… dear God! What had he done? Not only had he betrayed Jenna, but he'd… violated one of her closest friends; and Dixie had been so sweet to him. How could he have lost control like that? He felt sick. He felt dirty. He felt like… like some kind of monster.

Fortunately, it was at this moment that the little powder-puff at his side began to stir; temporarily derailing the old wolf-dog's guilt trip. He turned his head slowly toward the source of his great shame and when his eyes finally fell upon her… dear God! She was beautiful! Even with her fur all mussed up and disheveled she looked like an angel. She was just lying there, curled up in a little ball, all cute and innocent. It made him absolutely sick to that he'd deflowered such a poor, sweet girl in such a… vile, animalistic fashion.

Just then, Dixie raised her head and began to scan her surroundings. Eventually her weary eyes fell upon the handsome half-breed and she just stared at him in confusion.

"Balto?"

It was just too much. He couldn't stand it anymore.

"Balto, sweetie, what's the matter?"

He didn't answer. He couldn't. Not after what he had done. So instead of speaking he just stood up, ignoring the stabbing pain in his paw, and hurried out the door. He wasn't running away, he just really needed some fresh air.

"Balto! Wait a minute!" she called after him, but by then he was out the door.

Unfortunately for the noble wolf-dog, even in the light of day he couldn't escape his guilt; his fur still reeked of the sinful deed. This was all just too much! Why did he lose control like that? How was he going explain this to Jenna? Would he run out into the wilderness for violating such a pure and innocent creature? Too many questions… his head was spinning. He soon fell to his knees in the glistening white snow.

"Oh… lord!" the handsome half-breed said with a loud whisper. "What am I going to do?"

"Balto!" Dixie called out to the suffering half-breed as she scampered after him. "Balto, honey, are you okay? What's the matter?"

"I just… and we… and the sausage… and… and the smell…"

By this point Dixie was standing directly in front of the wallowing wolf-dog, so she was able to give him a sympathetic pat on the head.

"Oh sweetie…it's gonna be okay."

"No it won't!" he said hysterically. "I'm a monster! I betrayed Jenna! I violated you! I'll be run out town! My life is over!"

Before he could go any further, Dixie gave the wailing wolf-dog a swift bop on the nose to silence him.

"Now honey, I know you're upset right now, but you need to calm down. You're acting historical." The pampered pom said firmly, in spite of her faux paw. "Listen to me… you didn't do anything wrong."

"Yes I did…" Balto argued weakly; his voice dripping with shame. "I… I… raped you."

"No you didn't!" Dixie replied insistently. "Now for goodness sake you're talking crazy! You know full well you'd never deflower a lady without her permission! That's just not who you are!"

Something in her tone really struck a chord with the lamenting half-breed. She was absolutely right. Balto knew in his heart that no matter what he would never do anything to harm a lady; especially a lady as sweet and kind as Dixie. It just wasn't in his nature. But wait a minute… if it wasn't in his nature to deflower a lady without her permission then…. Oh dear!

"Dixie… Did I? I mean… Did you?"

"Let you have your way with me" the little powder-puff finished without a hint of shame or regret. "Yes."

With that one single word, Balto felt his entire world turn upside-down. Thousands upon thousands questions raced through his rattled brain; most of them concerning Jenna. Unfortunately his brain and mouth weren't really in sync at the moment, so the only thing he could say was…

"Why?"

"Because I like you, silly." She said with a sincere smile. "Can't you tell?"

At this, Balto's eyes went as wide as saucers. She liked him? This sweet, beautiful, caring creature liked him? He knew she liked him, he had no idea she liked him. This was just… wow!

Unfortunately he remembered Jenna a split-second later and his heart sank. Dixie sensed his despair and decided he needed some comfort.

"Oh honey…" the pampered pom said in an almost motherly tone. "Let's you and me have a little talk."

Soothed by the sweetness of her voice, Balto relaxed a little and allowed his head to rest on the snow-covered ground. Dixie, with her usual grace and poise, walked over to the confused half-breed and snuggled up against his weary head; making sure he got a nice snoot-full of her heavenly scent.

"Now sweetie, I know you've had a little shock, but I promise it's all gonna be okay." She purred sweetly as she gave his ear a little scratch. "What we did together was magical."

"But why would I do this?" asked crestfallenly. "I'm in love with Jenna."

"Are you really?" asked Dixie, seemingly by accident.

"Excuse me?"

"Well… sweetie, if you really loved her you wouldn't 've been checkin' out my cute little rump while we were talking before." The pampered pooch couldn't help but giggle when she caught him blushing. "Now there's no need to get all embarrassed; you're only did what comes natural. Besides, took a few looks at you when you weren't paying attention."

"You… you did?"

"Well sure! I mean just look at you. You're strong and handsome and oh so sweet. You're everything a girl could ever want." She said reassuringly. "Of course, I tried not to at first, what with you going out with best friend and all, but then when you… came at me… I realized just how unhappy you really are."

"What are you talking about?" the noble wolf-dog asked confusedly. "I'm not unhappy."

"You sure about that?"

"Absolutely."

"Okay then, let me ask you something sweetie. What did Jenna do when she found out you were hurt?"

"Well… she asked men if I was okay, I said I was fine, and then… I guess that was it."

"But you're not fine, are you honey? You're still in a lot of pain."

"Yeah… but… she knows I can handle it."

"Here's another one, what do you usually do with Jenna when she visits you? Have you two ever made love?"

"Well, no… mostly we just talk and… go for walks."

"I see… one more question, has Jenna ever once offered to spend the night with you? Just so you don't have to sleep alone?"

"No… no she hasn't."

"Uh-huh, so let me see if I understand this. Your whole relationship with Jenna works like this: she visits you whenever she can, spends a few hours talking or walking with you, doesn't show any real concern over your injuries, and then goes home and leaves you to sleep alone. Is that it?"

"Yeah… I guess that's it."

"And you're happy with this?"

"Well I… I… I…" Balto stuttered as he thought over everything Dixie had said. He didn't want to admit it, but she was absolutely right. "No… I'm not happy. I'm not happy at all."

Dixie did her best not to smile; now she had him right where she wanted him.

"It's okay sweetie," The little powder-puff said in her usual honeyed tone. "Jenna's a nice girl; she just doesn't know how to treat a guy."

"I feel so stupid." Balto said sadly. "I mean… I thought it was all so perfect. How could I have not seen this? It's so obvious!"

"Now honey, you are not stupid." Dixie said sweetly. "You were just so wrapped up in trying to make it work that you didn't realize that you want more than just someone to talk to. You want someone who'll be there to take care of you when you're sick or hurt. You want someone who'll go to bed with you at night and still be there when you wake up. You want someone who's not afraid to make you feel better anyway she can. You want…"

"Someone like you." The handsome half-breed said softly; not even aware he had said it out loud. About midway through her speech, Dixie had stood up and walked right in front of him, so now they were snout to snout and staring deeply into each other's eyes.

For the longest time he just sat there, staring into her beautiful orbs; for within he saw all the beauty and majesty of the Northern Lights time a thousand. The more he stared the more he felt something, something he had never felt before. It was stronger than happiness, stronger even than love; it was… it was… paradise!

"Dixie… I…" he said after what felt like an eternity, only to be cut off when the pampered pom placed a gentle paw on his muzzle.

"It's okay sweetie, you don't have to say anything." With that said she removed her paw from his muzzle, turned around, and began to walk toward the town. "Now come along honey, it'll be getting dark pretty soon and we've got a long way to go."

"Go…" Balto repeated confusedly. "Where are we going?"

Dixie stopped right in her tracks. Then she turned around, gave him a warm and loving smile, and said,

"Home."

XXX

It was about half past six when Jenna finally arrived at Balto's humble abode. The sun had almost completely set and the scarlet husky was sure her owner was worried sick about her, but Jenna couldn't worry about all that right now. No, at the moment she had far greater concerns; she needed to speak to Balto right away.

After her unpleasant run-in with the pickle barrel, Jenna had spent the better part of the afternoon undergoing a series of intense grooming regiments to try and eliminate that horrendous odor. Fortunately Sylvie was in no short supply of all the latest grooming products, so now there wasn't a trace of pickle left in her buttery fur. Unfortunately, thanks to Sylvie's incessant need for perfection Jenna had lost the whole afternoon; an afternoon she had planned on using to get very close to Balto.

Oh well, there was always tomorrow. Nothing to do about it now except find her beloved wolf-dog, explain what happened, and apologize for making him wait so long. She knew she'd be home late, but it would be worth it; Balto deserved the truth.

"Balto!" the scarlet husky called out to her beloved half-breed. "It's me Jenna! I know I'm really late but I promise I can explain!"

Jenna waited for him to answer, but was met with dead silence.

"Balto, please don't be mad at me." She said apologetically. "I had a little accident on my way up here. A pickle barrel fell right on top of me and Sylvie had to help me get the smell out of my fur."

But again there was no reply.

"Balto… are you alright in there?"

Once more the wolf-dog did not answer.

Now Jenna was starting to worry. What if he couldn't answer? What if his injury was worse than she thought? What if he was… oh dear!

Without thinking, Jenna rushed right into the derelict vessel and found… nothing.

The entire ship was totally deserted. She knew Boris was off somewhere with the boys for the weekend, but she'd expected Balto to still be here. So where was he?

Just then, a strange and overwhelming scent reached her nose; it was so potent it nearly knocked her sideways. Fortunately, the scarlet husky was much stronger than she appeared, so she was able to stand her ground. That's when she noticed something rather odd about the odor; it was like mix of several different smells. One scent was clearly Balto's, Jenna knew it all too well, while another smelled suspiciously like Dixie, but of course that wasn't possible; Dixie had never even spoken to Balto. There was third scent in the mix as well; one that she couldn't quite identify. It was so strange and yet so familiar; it was almost like…

Oh no! Oh… dear lord! No!

XXX

"Oh, Poopsie!" Dixie called to her beloved Balto affectionately as she scampered into the living room with a silver food dish balanced atop her fluffy little head. "I thought you might hungry so I had Dorothy whip you up some nummy-nummy liver snaps!"

The little cream-puff waited eagerly for him to accept her tasty treats, but received only a gentle snore in response.

"Balto? You okay honey?" she asked, sounding slightly concerned. But of course, all traces of worry melted away when her eyes fell upon her new hubby.

There he was, sleeping soundly on Dixie's large and plushy pink pillow which sat perfectly in front of a warm and cozy fire; wrapped in Dixie's snuggly pink blanket. Oh yes, he looked absolutely adorable.

In spite of his initial concerns, Balto had been fully welcomed into Dixie's home. Not that the little powder-puff had ever doubted it; her owner Dorothy always was an easy sale. You know the type; plump well to do lady who lived to pamper and spoil her pets mercilessly. Why, the very second Dixie made her feelings for the old wolf-dog clear, Dorothy let out a girlish squeal of delight, swooped up the slightly frightened half-breed, and whisked him away up stairs to give him a much needed bubble bath. Dixie let out a cute giggled when she remembered the look on his face when Dorothy joked about styling his fur to make him look like a French Poodle. At least, Dixie hoped she was joking.

Anyway, after an intense and somewhat humiliating grooming regiment, Dorothy's husband John got home from work. John, being a wealthy businessman with aspirations of public office, was completely ecstatic about having the town hero living in his home. So now it was totally official; she and Balto were living together, forever!

Oh… she could just picture their new life together; having Dorothy cater to their every whim, strutting around town in matching collars, calling each other adorable pet names in public, making love six or seven times a day, being the envy of every dog in town! Oh yes! That's exactly the kind of life a hero deserved! The kind of life the she deserved!

Unfortunately, before her fantasy could go any further, it was interrupted by a small scratching noise coming from the backdoor.

"Oh… who bothers people at this hour?" Dixie pouted as she set the food dish on the floor and made her way for the back doggie door. "Just wait right there shnookums, I'll be right back."

XXX

Once outside, the pampered pom was greeted by the all too familiar sight of one of her dearest friends.

"Sylvie! Well I'll be!" she said sweetly. "What are you doin' here?"

"What did ya think? I was gonna wait until tomorrow to hear about your little roll in the hay?" the lanky Afghan said suggestively. "So… give me the details girl! Don't keep me in suspense! How was he?"

"Oh… Sylvie…" said Dixie, her voice dripping with rapture. "He was positively magnesium."

"Ooo… do tell…"

"Now sweetie, you don't expect me to tell you all my secrets, do you?"

"Oh come on…" Sylvie whined. "Can't you just give me a hint or something?"

"Nope, sorry honey." The little powder-puff said playfully. "If you wanna bag a guy, you're gonna have to figure it out all by yourself."

"Fine…" Sylvie said with huff, before abruptly changing the subject. "So… where's the old wolf-dog now?"

"Mine sweet widdle poopsie's taking a little nappy-poo by the fireplace." She answered in a sickeningly sweet tone. "He's had such an exhausting day."

"Wow… cutesy talk and disgustingly adorable pet names; this must serious."

"You bet your sweet behind it is!" Dixie said in a cute yet sinister tone. "I've got Balto wrapped around my little paw and I'm gonna make sure he stays that way and loves it!"

Unfortunately, before their little conversation could go any further, a low and feral growl pierced the air; effectively gaining both dog's attention. That's when they noticed her standing there, not five feet away, her eyes narrowed and her teeth bared in hate.

"Jenna…" the lanky afghan said with more than a twinge of fear.

"Sylvie, why don't you head home." The little cream-puff said without even a trace of terror. "I think Jenna wants to have a private conversation."

"Sure thing Dixie, I'll see you tomorrow." She said nervously, before bolting off into the night.

Once they were alone, Jenna quickly closed the distance between them, until they were practically nose to nose.

"How could you?" the scarlet husky said venomously.

"Why Jenna, whatever do you mean?"

"You know exactly what I mean! How could you do this do this to me? I thought you were my friend."

"Oh sweetie, of course I'm your friend. That's the only reason I waited this long."

"Dixie… I swear… if you've done anything to hurt Balto…"

"Hurt him? Honey, you're the one that's hurt him."

"Excuse me?"

"You heard me! You had him for over a month and you never even once tried to pleasure him! What's up with that?"

"We were going to wait for the right… that's none of your business! Balto and I love each other! You're just using him for… for… sex!"

"Oh really? Well if he loves you so much then why did he make love to me? Why is he living with me? And why does he want to have puppies with me?"

"You're lying!"

"Believe whatever you want honey, but facts are facts. He doesn't want you anymore, he wants me!"

That was the final straw! Jenna wasn't going to listen to any more of this nonsense.

"Get out of my way."

"Excuse me?"

"I said get out of my way. I need to talk to Balto right now so I can straighten this whole mess out."

"Sorry sweetie, but my Poopsie is sleeping right now. You'll have to wait 'til tomorrow."

"He is not your… anything! Now just get out of my way!"

"No!"

"I said… Ahhh!"

Before she could finish her threat, Dixie bit the scarlet husky right on her nose; causing her to cry out in pain. Once the little cream-puff let go Jenna had to take a few steps back. She could tell by the look in her former friend's eyes that this was one fight she wasn't going to win.

"I don't want to fight you Dixie. So I'll leave for now, but I want you to know that this isn't over." said Jenna as she reluctantly slunk away into the night. "Not by a longshot."

Dixie gave no response, save for a snort of contempt and a snide remark.

"That's what you think, honey."

XXX

With her foe momentarily defeated, Dixie was finally able to get back to more important matters; namely playing with her handsome new hubby.

Once she returned to the living room, she found that Balto was still fast asleep; although now he appeared to be having a nightmare.

"Well now… we can't have that now can we." She said to herself aloud as she daintily walked over toward the sleeping wolf-dog. Then, with great grace and poise, she gave his nose a gentle nudge with her oh so gorgeous butt; rousing him from his slumber a split second later.

"Huh… what's it… wha happened? Where am I?" Balto said groggily as slowly regained his senses. "Oh… hey Dixie, what's wrong?"

"You were having a nightmare sweetie. Are you okay?"

"Yeah… I fine. It's just… I'm having some second thoughts about all this."

"What are you sayin'?" Dixie asked with a slight sniffle. "You don't like living here with me?"

"No! Heavens no! It's just that… I just feel guilty about doing this to Jenna."

"Now sweetie, we've been over this. We haven't done anything wrong. These things just happen."

"I know… but I still think we need to talk to her about this. I don't want her to get the wrong idea."

"Shh…" she said as she gave him a gentle scratch behind the ear. "It's okay shnookums. We'll talk to Jenna tomorrow and get this whole thing straightened out. Okay?"

"Okay…" he said in a pleasure induced daze.

"Good. Now is Dixie's widdle Poopsie-Whoopsie ready for more lovey-wovey time?"

Balto only nodded in response; a delirious grin spread across his lips.

"Alright, but this time I'm on top."

As the little fluff-ball prepared to mount her handsome half-breed, she once again imagined their future together. She would of course be the more dominant and he her obedient love slave. She would shower him with love and affection and he respond in kind. Over time they would start a family; several if she had anything to say about it. And they would all live happily ever after.

Oh yes… this had been her greatest hunt ever and now she was going to enjoy her spoils….

Again.

And again.

And again.

End Notes: Well… that's the end. I hope everyone enjoyed it. I also hope that this fic inspires a new wave of BaltoXDixie fics. As you may have guessed, I support this shipping. In fact most of the shippings I support are not necessarily canon. In Naruto I ship Naruto and Ino. In Silver Spoon I ship Yugo and Tamako. In Medabots I ship Ikki and Samantha. In Mulan I ship Mulan and Chien-Po. Why? I don't know. Anyway, now you know a little more about me. Please leave a review before you leave. Later.