Power Unlocked, Power Unleashed
This piece is intended for adults. Please don't read if you're easily offended. Also all characters are original and all resemblance to any person or fur living or dead is purely coincidental. Enjoy :3
Chapter 1: Power Unlocked
The two wolves circled each other with fangs bared and hackles raised as they went through the motions to begin the sparring match. It was only a few days before culling ritual would begin, so they held nothing back. Anton and Fen had been training for every waking moment of their lives in the village academy so that one day they could join the ranks of the hunters. That was, if they were deemed worthy during the Culling. Those who failed the test were barred from the upper class of the village and doomed to a life of servitude.
As it were, Anton had a pretty good chance of passing on and becoming a hunter. He was strong, determined, and intimidating. His very presence turned heads. Anton excelled in almost all forms of combat. Built like a mountain of muscle layers upon layers of the stuff rippled underneath his slate gray fur as he moved. Not only was he strong, but he was smart enough to put his power to good use making him one of the most formidable combatants the academy ever produced. He could go through attack combinations that could easily level any that stood in his way. Those who found themselves on the receiving end of his assaults usually weren't seen out of the medical hut for at least a week. Being an able combatant, Anton always jumped at the opportunity to take up a sparring match and assert his dominance. He had potential. He had enough potential to ascend to ranks of the Alpha Council given the opportunity.
Fen on the other hand was borderline failing at the academy. He excelled in hunting theory and tactics, but always fell short in application of his plans. Fen just didn't have the muscle to get the job done. The white wolf was faster than any in the academy. He could read an opponent's motion like a book and respond with counter attack after counter attack. It was just that, whatever blows he did manage to land caused more of an annoyance than a pain. As the time of the Culling drew nearer he grew more frantic in his training and studies. If he failed, he would be deemed worthless and expelled from the academy. He had no family, he could rely on. His father and mother were long dead and he had to siblings to speak of. Living at the academy since he was a pup, it was the only place he knew as home.
With a snarl Anton lunged forwards. His right paw sweeping an arc through the air as he aimed a blow for his opponent's head. The smaller white wolf saw the obvious attack and simply ducked under. He in turn delivered two swift jabs of his own to his opponent's side and muzzle eliciting a grunt of frustration from his gray counterpart. Hoping to catch his foe by surprise, Anton brought his left fist upwards in an uppercut. Dodging at the last moment Fen leaped backwards and kicked out with both of his legs. The blow caught Anton in the stomach, knocking the air from his lungs in an explosive gush. Had the hit been more powerful, it might've ended the match, but it wasn't enough to stop Anton. Seeing an opportunity he lashed out at Fen's legs before the white wolf could fully pull away. With a firm yank he neatly plucked the smaller lupine from the air and threw him against a small tree shaking some snow form the upper boughs. Unable to get up, Fen waved his hand in defeat. When he finally extricated himself from the snow Fen sidled over to Anton.
"Hey, that was a good matc....."
He didn't get any further as Anton backhanded him across the muzzle. Spitting on his fallen opponent the gray wolf left without a second glance.
Picking himself up again Fen rubbed his sore jaw and mumbled to himself, "Man I'm gonna have it bad if I fail that test. I'll have to deal with wolves like Anton for the rest of my wretched life! If only there were a way for me to get stronger, more powerful, I know that I could beat them. I'm faster than they are, smarter, just weaker. Though the way things are it seems like that's all that matters...I train more than the others yet my body stays weaker. Where's the justice in the world?"
"Well, you just need to know where to look!" came a voice from somewhere up in the tree he had been thrown into. As he was speaking a small ferret dropped down from the upper branches. It's fur was as white as his own. Flawless and unbroken by any blemish, the fur was difficult to distinguish from the snow around them. Extending a tiny paw the ferret piped, "Pleased to make your acquaintance, I'm Grazz. I couldn't help but watch the trouncing that the other fellow gave you."
Blushing Fen thought to himself, "Great, even this runt got to see me get roughed up.." Reluctantly he shook the proffered paw. "Nice to meet you. I'm Fen. If you're quite done in taking pleasure at my pain, I'll be on my way."
"Oh, it's not that. Not that at all. I just wanted to make you an offer." The ferret said with a smirk. "After all, it'd be a shame to let a fine wolf like yourself fall into such an unfortunate situation, with the Culling and all coming up."
No sooner had the word "Culling" slipped from the small mustelid's mouth that Fen whipped around and glared suspiciously at the creature.
"How would you know about such a thing?"
"I've been around these parts long enough to know your ways wolf. All I'm offering, is a way out of your "situation".
"Ok... what can you do? You're just a rodent!"
"Mustelid actually. But that's beside the point. I am in possession of certain abilities let's say. Abilities that could indeed make you stronger than your most wildest imagination. All I ask is that you, in turn, help me."
"If you're so powerful, why do you need me? Couldn't you just use these so called abilities of yours to get what you want?"
"No you see, my powers only let me amplify that of another creature." Grazz lied glibly, "Besides, the thing I'm after can only be retrieved by a wolf."
"So what exactly can you do for me and what do you want in return?" Fen asked. Desperation etched on his features. Grazz was amused by how quickly the wolf was drawn in, but said nothing of it. Instead he said,
"I can give you the strength of a bear, the speed of a hawk, and agility of a deer. In addition you'll gain mastery over the cold. The power will come slowly to you at first, but I'm sure you'll find out all kinds of ways to use it." The ferret added the last part with a cackle. "In return, you'll give me one of the Tears of the Moon. Not too big of a task given what I'm willing to offer."
Puzzled Fen contemplated the ferret. What in the word would want with a bunch of ugly pearls. Every wolf in the village had a couple lying around for good luck. Shrugging Fen fished one out a pocket on the belt of his loincloth. He then handed it over to the ferret "You have a deal. Take it" Now it was his turn to smirk as the small mustelid's eyes bulged at the sight of the pearl. He quickly snatched it up and swallowed it.
Smiling Grazzt said, "So we have a deal. The powers are yours" With a flourish of a small paw he blasted Fen with a cone of ice and snow. "Enjoy them." And then the ferret was gone leaving Fen to think over what had just happened.
As the snow settled back to the ground Fen felt a vigor fill his body that hadn't been there before. On a whim he took a leap and managed to alight on the top branch of a nearby pine. Yipping in joy he flipped from branch to branch until the sun had started to set in the sky. With a mischievous grin he headed back to the village. He knew just the wolf he wanted to pay a visit.
Chapter 2: Power Unleashed
Arriving at the longhouse that belonged to Anton's family Fen paused a moment before rapping on the door. Once he went in, there'd be no turning back. A part of him screamed that this was crazy and that all he would get is another thrashing by the gray wolf. But a bigger, stronger part of him told him that it would be different this time. This time he would win. When the door opened, it wasn't Anton that stood there, it was Siron, his father. Siron was a monster of a wolf. Standing nearly a head taller than Anton he was the alpha of the household. Not only was he the alpha of his home, but also of the small district his home was in. He was a member of the Alpha council that would conduct the Culling. Fen froze as Siron's gaze swept over him. He felt a wave of submissiveness but fought it back reminding himself why he was there. Giving him a toothy smile Siron asked,
"Why Fen, what brings you to my door. The Culling isn't for a week yet!"
Meeting his gaze, Fen replied, "I'm looking for Anton."
"He actually hasn't returned from gathering wood but should be back shortly. Why don't you come in and wait. I'm sure we can find something for you to do until he comes back" The last part Siron said with a lewd smile as he pulled Fen in.
"That would actually be great sir!" Fen quipped as an idea suddenly came to him. It was ludicrous, but it just might work.
As they entered the den Siron sat down on a log in front of the fire. Legs spread to give a view of his sheath and low hanging balls the wolf grinned as only a wolf could.
"Well, it's not going to suck itself, bitch, now is it?" he growled. "If you're good, maybe I'll keep you as our own personal servant after the Culling!"
With his head down Fen slowly walked over to the sitting lupine. Getting on his knees he looked up into Siron's face and whispered, "No, tonight you're my bitch!" and lunged into a tackle. Taken by surprise the larger wolf fell over with a crash before letting out an angry bark. He was more annoyed than hurt by the fall. Rolling to try to pin the smaller wolf under him Siron only managed to get on his hands and knees before Fen wriggled out. Before the larger wolf could react Fen brought his knee up into Siron's side and punched him twice in the kidney. Normally the larger wolf would have been able to shrug off the blows, being used to constant combat, but the areas where Fen struck were strangely numb. A pervasive cold washed over Siron as he was pummeled into submission. Severely bruised he lay panting for breath when Fen was sure that the larger wolf wasn't going to resist.
"Amazing!" He thought to himself. "Just a day ago those blows wouldn't have even tickled him! Now he's mine for the taking". Stripping off his own loincloth he tied Siron's paws together while they were still cold. Then he waited. He waited until he could hear footfalls approaching the house from a distance. "You here that old wolf? Your time is over, and your pup will get to watch!"
Hearing the last words Siron renewed his struggles, but couldn't break free. Fen's magically enhanced strength made it all too easy for him to yank up the soon to be former alpha's tail. Lining up his wolfhood he leered down at the bigger wolf before thrusting all seven inches in in one thrust. Siron's ring exploded outwards as the wolf meat was rudely pumped in. Fen couldn't help but moan as the alpha's virgin tail hole squeezed all along his length. Starting slowly Fen thrust at Siron's pleasure spot before speeding up his pace. Soon the formerly dominant gray wolf was thrust back in turn. A soft whine of pleasure escaping from his maw as he started to pant causing Fen to gloat even more.
"So the little bitch likes being fucked does he? Don't worry, there'll be plenty more where that came from." Fen emphasized each word with a thrust. By the time he got to "came" Siron's throbbing length released a stream of seed which so happened to land on a very shocked Anton. The wolf dropped the logs he was carrying when he saw his sire being bred like a bitch in heat. It didn't take a genius to know that, Fen, of all wolves, was now master of the household. So when he growled, "Come here pup and lick up the mess this bitch just made" Anton scrambled to comply.
Fen laughed when he saw the look of shame on Siron's face as he watched Anton lick up the spilt seed. Anton even went so far as to clean the sheath and now flaccid cock of his sire before sitting back stunned. Fen knew that the small glimmer of hope Siron had held onto that his son would save them died when Anton had starting lapping instead of attacking. Siron let out a sigh of anguish when he felt Fen climax inside him, filling him with seed and marking him forever. Pulling his knot out with a deft flick of his hips Fen turned Siron around before pushing him into Anton's sitting form. As luck would have it, neither father nor son had time to move out of position before Siron landed in Anton's lap. The smaller wolf, having been aroused by the pheromones in the air had already been hard and he slipped smoothly into his father knotting them together. Though his wolfhood was smaller than Fen's, even if his muscles weren't, Anton was firmly stuck inside his father's already stretched hole. He couldn't help but shiver in pleasure as the inner walls, slick with semen, sucked on his needy length. Anton was shaken out of his reverie however when Fen shoved them forwards and yanked Anton's tail up. The gray wolf looked back in time to see the white hips draw back for a thrust. His dominant side struggled to the surface and he tried to scream in denial but it was too late. Fen drove his length into Anton and claimed him for his own. With squelching thrusts he pounded Anton's pleasure centers leaving the wolf feeling submissive and weak. Fen howled in pleasure as he continued to claim his rival as his bitch.
After two dozen full thrusts Anton no longer felt the urge to struggle. When Fen came, the gray wolf took his alpha's seed willingly. He didn't even complain when he felt a second stinging pain as Fen marked his inside with his scent before pulling out and spraying him and his knotted father with acrid urine. Fen smiled down at them and said, "Rest up bitches, the night is still young." Anton and Siron groaned. It was going to be a long night for them indeed.