The Mark
In a bright, flame-lit cave, a teenage wolf was arguing with his pack. All the wolves were a shade of brown except the alpha and the defiant. The alpha stood up, his gold face shining as he moved. The alpha's muscles brimmed and stood out, even more by the red streaks in his black fur. The deviant's fur was a deep but bright blue fighting against his green streaks mirroring the alpha's red on black. The defiant growled at the fellow pack. Some backed away, other moved in to attack. The blue wolf jumped over 5, tore thier shirts, and landed at the alpha's feet. He stood up and the two locked gazes. "Fine, leave and never return!" the alpha said turning around. A tear formed in the alpha's eye. He threw up a fist and shouted, "You, Starcry, shall never see paw in this cave while I live!" he spun and pointed a open paw towards Starcry. "Now go!" the alpha's tears dried before he spoke. Starcry and the alpha stared for a second. The blue wolf nodded and walked off. The pack divided letting what they thought was a traitor pass. As Starcry exited tears formed. "Bye father." he cried the thought out.
3 years passed and Starcry renamed himself Crest. During the years of wandering he grew stronger, smarter, and faster. He was caught in an explosion and lived unharmed in his travels. After the experience a strange symbol covered his left shoulder. The 18 year old male virgin wolf continued to live in order to find out the purpose of his mysterious tattoo. Today he rested in a pub, eating chicken 'n rice and a bowl of vegetable soup. After he ate, he picked up a local news paper for temporary jobs or leads about his markings. While he read a lion cub walked up to Crest in awe. "Wow! Cool tattoo, mister."
"Thanks, kid, but I was sort of born with it." Crest responded drinking some wine. His travels made him more aware of what to say and how to respond to conditions, great or small. He flexed his arm proudly and lightly placed the glass down without a sound. "Do you know anyone that could tell me what this mark is?" the wolf asked softly.
"My dad might. He helped me understand mine." the lion cub showed the imprint on his lower back. "It's very bright and to me it looks like an upside-down shield." Crest examined the lion's birthmark and gotten exited for some reason.
"Well it has similar patterns like mine." he thought. "Thanks, I'll need to visit your father. Do you mind taking me to him?" the wolf wished all his questions would be answered. The more exited Crest got, the more his mark throbbed.
"We're here." the lion cub turned to Crest and looked up at the wolf. "You look very strong. So, try to ignore some of the things my dad says."
"Ok?" Crest scratched his golden head, confused. The lion cub trotted off leaving the wolf to enter the house. "Hello?!" Crest shouted inside a living room. A door opened and a mid-aged lion walked in.
"Hello. Oh, you have a Mark on you!" the easy going lion became thrilled and business-like after glancing at the wolf's tattoo. "How old are you? How do you feel?" the lion ran to Crest bombarding the startled wolf with questions.
"Whoa! Slow down. Yes, this is one of those 'marks', I'm 18, and I feel fine. I came here to know what this tattoo means." the blue wolf held the frantic lion in place and slowly released him.
"If you're 18 years old then you can use your Mark. hmm." the lion examined the wolf after taking Crest's shirt off. First sight of the blue wolf's muscular body made the lion daydream a bit. "Umm, oh, right." Crest could clearly tell the lion was distracted but didn't know why. The lion returned to reality and reexamined Crest's tattoo. "Your Mark can summon something but I can't put my finger on what. My son's Mark was more obvious to figure out but yours is a puzzle still. But if you're 18, then you can use your Mark anytime. To do so, you focus on it or get an intense emotion."
"That's it? Just a little so called magic?!" Crest raised his voice questioning the lion. He put his shirt back on and started to leave the room.
"Wait! I wasn't lying that whatever power you now have can be used right now. I may not know what your Mark does but...can you rest in my house?" the researcher and master of the house almost protested, calming himself and the wolf down. The blue wolf stopped in a doorway and thought. He crossed his arms and nodded.
"Ok, but if you bother me, you're dead." the lion swallowed his dreams and led the way. He led the wolf to a yellowish room that contained a door on every wall. They entered though one which a queen sized bed and a wooden lamp post was to the right. The door on the opposite side led to a bathroom and a door next to it on a different wall went to the backyard. The last door was a closet. The room would've been bare if a very decorative dresser didn't stand next to the bathroom door. The size of the room was half a baseball diamond. "Nice house though..." Crest whispered to himself. The older Fur left the room before the younger could ask more questions. The blue wolf lain down on the bed thinking of more questions to ask. He sighed and stood up, undressing himself. He flexed and stretched a bit then slowly sat down in the bed, his muscles brimming all the while. He wasn't bloated with muscles in the way that the muscles themselves would burst. Just enough muscle to clearly tell that he was well fit. The wolf fell upon his back and sighed. As strong as his body and mind was he always felt something missing. He never had someone by his side after leaving his pack. Crest fell asleep feeling empty and wishing for someone to be with. His tattoo responded to the wolf's wish, shining white.
"I knew that his Mark could summon because I've met someone already that had a similar Mark. But this wolf's Mark is just confusing...maybe I'll find out in the morning..." the lion thought and gave up tired of the day. He walked down a hall and was almost knocked down by a quake that shook the house. He hit his head on a table and wondered what the flash quake was all about. He gave up on that too as he managed his way to his bed.
Crest slept though the quake. His tattoo no longer shined white. Instead, it emitted dark glittering orbs. Crest shuffled and groaned feeling his fur being moved. The wolf sat up rubbing the sleepies out of his eyes. When he opened his eyes, Crest saw a strange but appealing creature. He noticed his strong interest and covered himself with a blanket, not knowing why he felt like this. The creature had dark short fur, stood at 7 feet tall, and had two, what seemed to be, tails that are about 7 feet long. Both tails were white but one was slightly longer than the other and had a set of bright blue blades along it. The mystery Fur's body was covered with blue, always vertical streaks. Crest noticed a tattoo exactly like his but white on the strange Fur. Its head looked similar to a wolf's. The dark Fur's eyes remained closed the whole time the blue wolf examined it. Crest looked at his tattoo wondering why it wasn't throbbing in his excitement. His tattoo continued to emit dark flickering orbs. The wolf almost yelped in fright but didn't remembering that the other Fur had the same markings as he did. Crest stood, his erection full and firm 9 inches as he dropped the blanket that covered him without care. He stood at 6'10" feet in height and 10 feet away from the guest. The wolf smiled seeing that his guest was also naked. He stepped back suddenly in shock when he saw a pure sapphirine ring in the other Fur's right ear and a partly full member. "I expressed strong feelings for another guy?" Crest couldn't stop admiring the strange Fur though. The wolf took a step toward the dark male. The guest's eyes opened sharply and Crest caught a strange aroma. The wolf knew it came from the other Fur and slowly smiled. Beads of pre formed on the virgin wolf's erection, giving off a soft musk of the wolf. The other Fur locked its bright soft green eyes with the wolf's dark deep green eyes. All Crest thought was how honestly beautiful the other's eyes were as both stood rigidly. They stood for what seemed to be hours. Crest's erection throbbed with pain and the wolf couldn't wait. He took a step towards the mystifying Fur. Before he could take another, the other Fur's bladed tail moved between his legs and wrapped around Crest's waist. None of the blades touched the wolf as it pulled him to the owner of the tail. The beads of pre on the tip of the wolf's erection trickled down the warm spire when it touched the other's member. The creature, well in control, became shocked to see his own erection grow.
"Give me a name and tell me your's, master." the creature's voice sounded throughout the room, strong and deep. The creature pointed to thier tattoos.
"My name is Crest, and I will call you," he paused trying to think strait in his ecstasy. "Styx," Styx smiled to his master's voice "after my father...the only one who truly cared for me..." Crest added in thought
"Then let me do one of me duties to you, Crest" Styx lifted the wolf off the ground with his tail and lay himself down on the bed. With both tails between his legs, Styx farther lifted the wolf and 'introduced' Crest to his erection. Crest whimpered a bit feeling the warm member against his virgin tail. Styx pulled the wolf down and thrusted his stiff member into Crest. The wolf howled in pain and joy, taking in the pulsating member. Crest grabbed his flaming erection, but before he could do anything, Styx pumped his seed into the wolf. That put the wolf off its limit not ready for anything. Crest howled again, releasing his seed over both males' chests. Styx lifted the wolf off his member and dropped him on the bed. Crest was still leaking his seed and wanted to return the love with revenge. He grabbed Styx's waist and swiftly connected. Styx roared demonically in pleasure feeling himself invaded by the wolf's still firm and leaking erection. Cum splashed and roped every limb of thier bodies as Crest removed his ending climax from Styx.
After he cooled down, Crest licked his cum off of Styx and himself clean. The wolf lain down next to his partner and fell asleep. Styx never felt something so honest inside him. It felt like he lived a thousand years and met his match. But he was a summoned being! How could he feel true feelings?! Styx lightly wrapped one of his tails around one of his master's ankles. The other tail, the bladed tail, curled over the wolf's waist, slid up to the neck, and rested the tip on both thier chests. The blades guarded the two new lovers, bonded by more than tattoos and magic.