How can someone so damn sexy be so damn boring?!
A stark white fox stares with a slightly stupefied expression down at his equally stark teacher, droning on at the front of the class. The polar bear points towards a slide detailing the different aspects of a plant’s cell structure to a classroom full of stupefied students. His voice was so near a monotone that it could be mistaken for the drone of a medium sized fan.
I’m clearly not going to learn anything today… the fox thinks to himself, reaching into his bag and pulling out a sketchbook and a pen. He flips the book open to an open page and rests his chin on his fist, twirling the pen with the fingers of his other hand. But what to draw… The foxes eyes roam down towards his boring professor, standing at the front of the room in his straining polo and khakis, looking for all the world like a gym coach rather than a biology professor. With every flick of the pointer the muscles on his arms bulge and flex, and every breath almost seems to make the fabric of his shirt creak as his power-lifter belly strains at the material.
Perhaps you would be a good subject, since you’re doing nothing to teach me this subject… The fox smirks slightly and lowers the tip of his pen to the shining white paper. As it touches, a deep black spot of ink spreads slowly. The fox closes his eyes and lets his mind wander, picturing that same polar bear, muscles rippling on a Saint John’s Cross, strapped down, ragingly aroused. The fox lets out a quiet huff, his shorts bulging slightly and his tail wagging behind him. 
He could feel the ink spreading from the tip of his stationary pen, rippling across the paper like water without once shifting the tip. After a bit, he opens his eyes, and there on the sheet was a perfect replica of the scene in his head, down to the bears expression of intense lust  and need and the much smaller figure teasing his incredible member with a hand. Better if you don’t open your mouth, methinks… As he watches, the ink shifts slightly, altering the image to show the bear with a thick ball-gag in his muzzle. 
“Hey, whatcha’ drawin?” A voice whispers, startling the fox enough to make him yelp which in turn startled several more students, breaking them from their stupor enough to wipe the drool from their chin. 
The fox immediately covers the image with his body, looking around for the source of the voice, though it certainly wasn’t hard to find. A very friendly-looking timberwolf grins at him from across the aisle. He was huge, head and shoulders above the fox if they’d been standing, and an endearingly cocked ear reduced any intimidation the guy would have had, even if the grin didn’t dispel it completely. 
“Oh…uh…” Fuck. The fox looks around furiously, trying to find some other subject to picture than an erotic scene of his professor in bondage. His gray-blue eyes land on a thick tome that a lizard in the next row in front of the timberwolf was using as a pillow. Call of the Cthulu. Perfect! “Oh, just some Cthulu fanart. Ya know…like the great old one?” The fox chuckles nervously as he shifts the ink to resemble an unspeakable eldritch horror that really just looked rather like a squid. He peeks at the page and stifles a sigh of relief, the ink hadn’t dried yet and shows it to the wolf. For a rush job it wasn’t the worst… he thinks critically.
“Whoooa, dude this is rad!” The wolf whispers. Behind him his tail was wagging furiously between the slats of his chair. “You’ve got some serious talent! Made it look like calligraphy brushstrokes only using an ultra-fine. That’s some mad skills!” He hands the book back, still grinning endearingly.
“Oh, uh, thanks,” the fox mumbles, thankful the room was darkened to show the plant-cell slides so the blush would be less noticeable. He takes the book back and quickly stuffs it into his bag, looking down shyly. 
“Totally, you’ve got serious skills,” the wolf repeats, ignoring the professors drone. “Are you part of the Legacy Art Club? Cuz you totally got the goods!” 
“Me? Oh god no, I’m nowhere near good enough to be in the Legacy club!” The fox shakes his head, his pointed ears flapping slightly. 
“Don’t sell yourself short, lil dude, you’ve definitely got the makings!” He offers a very large hand across the aisle. “Name’s Isaac by the way. I’m a bit of an artist myself, though nowhere near as good as you. I mostly do comics and stuff.”
“Varren, Varren Inkwrite,” the fox mumbles, taking the offered hand and shaking it, trying hard not to notice just how much bigger it was than his.
“Varren. Vaaarren,” the wolf rubs his chin with his free hand while shaking the fox’s with his other, sounding the word out as if filing it away. “Very cool name ya got!” He grins and winks a bright golden eye as he finally lets the fox’s hand go. “Certainly better than Isaac at any rate! Anyway, why not show me what else you’ve got, I can introduce you to the head of the Legacy Club if ya want.”
Varren’s eyes go wide. “You’re a Legend?” He says in a slightly awed whisper.
“Oh yea, Mr. Joshua’s way cool! If you’ve got talent and drive, you’re a shoe-in! And you’ve definitely got the talent for sure!” 
Varren looks down, his ears feeling very warm, but he smiles shyly at the floor. “Well… well thanks, I don’t…ya know, show my stuff too much.”
“Oh god, just shut up and kiss already!” someone whispers from behind. Isaac turns around and blows a very loud raspberry at the source of the voice, though Varren just sat there mortified beyond words. 
“Hey, don’t worry about them,” Isaac says, reaching over and patting Varren’s shoulder. “How’s about this; I’ll be in the Quad by the fountain after school. If ya want to show me your stuff, you can meet me there. If not, no worries.” That endearingly cocked ear perks as the bell rings, signalling the end of class. “Well I gotta head across campus, lil dude, hope to see ya after school!” 
“Do I go over there, or do I stay? You’d think four hours later I’d have come to a decision!” Varren stands behind a tree overlooking the Quad and the fountain… and the very large timberwolf pacing slowly around the fountain. Varren had spotted him as soon as he left the building (it wasn’t hard when he was head and shoulders above most everyone else milling about) and darted behind the tree as last-minute nerves assail him… or rather every-minute nerves. He’d been dealing with butterflies in the stomach since leaving the class. 
He watched the wolf make another circuit of the fountain, seemingly unconcerned that the fox still hadn’t shown up, still smiling that goofy, endearing smile of his, looking so damn handsome in his letterman jacket and jeans and-
“Oh I hope senpai notices me! Someday, someday I hope he notices me!”
“Hey, he’s my senpai, get your own, floozy!” 
Varren whips around, glaring at the pair of heartily giggling squirrel girls as the walked away, bushy tails bobbing. As he turns back, his view is blocked by a very large pair of bright gold eyes.
“Aahh!” Varren jumps back, tripping over a tree root and ending up falling heavily onto his rump, his bag dumping its contents all over the ground.
“Oh god, I’m so sorry!” The bright gold eyes resolve into the exceptionally large wolf, now bending down and scrabbling to pick up all the pens and books and papers that had fallen out of Varren’s bag.
“Ouch, think I’ve got a knot up my ass, and not the good kind…” Varren grumbles, rubbing his butt and standing stiffly up. He’d landed on another rather large, gnarled tree root. He looks over and sees Isaac standing there holding his bag in one hand, ears flat against his head in contrition.
“Sorry about that… I didn’t mean to scare you like that,” he mumbles, looking down, shame-faced. 
Varren smiles and reaches way up to ruffle those ears back up to perkiness. “There there, no harm done, aside from slight bruising to my ego.” He takes the bag back and settling it onto his shoulder while reaching in to make sure everything was still there, checking it against a mental check-list but… “Wait where’s my…” He sets the bag down and opens it fully, shifting things out of the way searching for the one thing that seemed to be missing. 
“Where’s your what?” Isaac asks, squatting down beside the now frantic Varren.
“There should be a little mahogany case!” He bites his lip, on the verge of dumping his bag out again. 
“Uh…is that it?” He points to the ground just behind Varren, where a long slim box of highly polished wood was nestled between a set of roots. 
“Oh, yes!” Varren reaches behind and grabs the box, dusting it off with a sleeve of his hoodie before checking its contents, assuring himself that it hadn’t suffered any damage.
“Seems like its pretty important to ya, mind if I ask what it is, lil dude?” Isaac asks, head tilted and ears cocked in curiosity.
“It was a gift from my dad.” He opens the case showing two rows of calligraphy brushes, gracefully shaped of a deep red wood from a tiny brush the size of his finger to one that spanned the length of the case. In one side there was a small dish, presumably for ink. The bristles were each uniform white and perfectly curved to a fine sharp point. 
“Rad! Is that how you learned to draw in calligraphy style?” Isaac asks, thumping down on a tree root hard enough to shake the ground, seemlingly heedless of the dust his furiously sweeping tail was kicking up. 
“Oh no, these are mostly for special projects but… they’re special to me, more sentimental than useful, but…” Varren carefully closes the box with a snap and sets it back in his bag. 
“But you keep em cuz they’re a gift from someone important to ya.” Isaac nods sagely and holds out his wrist where a long rope of varicolored yarn was wrapped in a crazy mishmash of knots. “My lil sister made this for me years ago at summer camp. Kinda lame to be wearing something your lil sister made for ya, but…” 
Varren smiled at the wolf. For such a big lug he kept revealing how damn sweet he was. 
“Anyway, have you decided if you were gonna show me your stuff?” Isaac leans forward, bracing his hands on his legs and looking at Varren, his tail kicking up a cloud of dust by then. 
“Well, I guess since you’re here I can show you what I got. I live just a few roads down anyway if you don’t mind a walk,” Varren says standing up and dusting himself off.
“Nah, not at all. Its almost game season so walking is definitely within my capabilities!” The wolf jumps up and dusts his pants off, hiking his own bag up higher on his broad shoulder and looking around as if Varrens house would be visible from where they were standing.
Varren grins and nudges the much bigger wolf. “Come on then. You’ve probably seen my house…or rather my parents house before.” He walks off through the grass towards his home. His feetpaws slap lightly in his flip-flops as he steps onto the sidewalk from the grass. Despite the coolness of the weather, he was perfectly comfortable in shorts, light hoodie and flip-flops, while Isaac beside him was well-covered in jeans, shoes and thick letterman jacket. 
“You live with your parents?” There was no judgement in the wolf’s voice but Varren’s ears colored a bit. 
“Sssssorta…well you’ll see when you get there.” They walked along in companionable silence for a while, Isaac slowing his much wider paces down to match Varren’s. 
“Well, home sweet home,” Varren says as he stops in front of a large Victorian with a wide porch. What caught the eye however was the deep sunset colored siding, graduating from deep gold near the ground up through dusty pinks to robins-egg blue near the peak of the roof.
“No way, you live here?” Isaac whistles as he looks up at the building. “I’ve been jogging past here for years! Always wondered who lived here!”
“My parents. I’m…well just come on, you’ll see.” Varren pushes open the wrought-iron gate and walks up the steps to the door but pauses before entering. “Oh, just as a warning, I’m told the entry is a bit…jarring.” He opens the door and steps inside.
“Ah… I see…” Isaac says, his voice strange. The entryway was dominated by a massive crystalline chandelier that reflected and diffracted light from the various lights within, sending chips and dazzles all over the bright peach walls. The colors of the next room, however, were vivid pea-soup green and they each clashed terribly with one another.
Varren grins and calls out, “Mother, I’m home. Are you decent?”
“Hardly! I’m in the Solar,” a clear, musical voice calls from deeper in.
“Dude…you have a solar?!” Isaac leans down and whispers, eyes wide. 
“And the kitchen sink too!” Varren teases as he walks deeper into the house, leading the awe-struck wolf behind.
He stepped into a hexagonal, glass-walled room at one corner of the house, filled with large green plants situated at each of the corners. In the middle was a broad, Egyptian-style chaise lounge, and on the lounge was a beautiful she-fox with brilliant white fur, painting her nails a deep scarlet red. She was wearing form-hugging leggings and a loose-fitting, low-cut sweater that did nothing to hide her ample bosom.
“What do you think of this color, dear?” She asks, not taking her eyes from the task.
Varren raises an eyebrow. “Really, mother?” He asks sarcastically.
“Ah, silly question.” She holds her hand away, admiring the color before she finally catches sight of the visitor. “Ah, you’ve brought a guest. Welcome.” The lady fox stands up gracefully, her shimmering blond hair cascading over her shoulder as she smiled warmly up at the wolf. “Rania Inkwrite,” she says, offering her unpainted hand to the wolf.
Isaac blinks, his ears flat against his head as he takes the hand, giving it little more than a convulsive shake. “P…pleasure to m…meat you ma’am!” He stutters, his eyes focused on a spot several feet above her head. 
“Such a polite boy. Anyway, dear, dinner’s at eight, your father will be home as well.” The she-fox settles back on the lounge, resuming her work of painting her nails a brilliant sapphire blue.
“Cooking again?” He asks, leaning against a wall.
“Oh heavens no, ordering pizza. Is your friend staying? If so, what kind of pizza does he like?”
“M….meat lovers Ma’am!” He stammers, still unable to look directly at the she-fox.
“Right. Anyway I’m going to show off now. Try not to keep your husband up too long!” Varren calls as he turns away. As he does he notices Isaac’s rigid posture and his attempted surreptitious looks towards his mother. Varren’s ears flatten a bit against his head in dejection, but grabs the back of Isaac’s coat and tugs him towards the back of the house. 
When they were safely out of earshot, Isaac grabs Varren’s shoulder and looks him in the eye. “Dude. Your mom’s hot,” he says, almost apologetically. 
“Pfft. Dude, you’ve known me for what, five hours and you’re already jonesing after my mom?” Varren playfully punched isaac’s shoulder. 
“But seriously! More than that… your mom’s Rania. THE Rania!” He whispers, as if she were about to pop out from around the corner.
“Yeah? And?” Varren grins. Despite himself he was rather enjoying teasing the wolf.
“She’s like… the greatest painter of abstracts! I did an entire research paper on her years ago!”
Varren snorted and turned around, passing through the kitchen, a surprisingly simple and modern looking room after the bright colors of the previous few rooms. “You should tell her that, she might even sign an autograph for ya.” 
“No, would she?!” Isaac follows after, his tail swishing once more, making Varren’s ears droop a bit more.
“Probably. She’s not quite so… arrogant as some famous people can be I guess. To me she’s always just been… mom.” Varren shrugs and steps up to a pair of French doors leading to the back yard.
“You live in the back yard?” Isaac asks, his head cocked to the side again.
“No you dork! Just come on!” Varren chuckles and opens the door, stepping out onto the back porch. 
“Ah, I see.” Isaac steps out, closing the door behind him. They were still under the wraparound porch encircling the house like a skirt, but out in the beautifully landscaped backyard sat a simple building. 
“Told ya. Come on, its way better than it looks.” Varren walked down the cobblestone path from the back door, idly slapping plants out of his way.
“I dunno man, looks pretty awesome already… I’d kill to have my own place like this.” Isaac hitches his backpack further up onto his shoulder and follows after, eyes locked on the building. It was a two story construction, though the angled roof seemed a bit strange.
Varren unlocks the door and bows the wolf inside, grinning as the much larger canid had to bend his head to avoid knocking it against the door-frame. “Sorry about that, builders made it more to my size than yours. Anyway, welcome to Casa de la Inkwrite.” The interior was dominanted by a tiled entryway that seemed to be a kitchenette of sorts with black granite counters. A small table in the middle of the room was covered in papers, half-finished drawings and the like which Varren immediately began to pile together in embarassment.  “Sorry, wasn’t expecting company,” he mumbles, tapping the edges on the table to straighten them together into a neat stack. “Do you want something to drink?” He asks, a bit awkwardly as Isaac looks around the room.
The walls were stark white, but with black splatters every which way, making it look like a Jackson Pollock painting everywhere. On the walls hung pop-art paintings and posters, the only color in the entire place. Further in, the white marble tiling gave way to soft carpet and big couch in front of a tv with games and systems stacked haphazardly. 
“Damn, you’ve got some nice digs!” Isaac says, slightly awed before shaking his head as if breaking from a reverie. “Oh yea, sure, that’d be great!” 
Varren bends down and opens up a mini-fridge door, pulling out two cans of soda and tossing one to Isaac, who catches it without even looking. “My parents built this place for me when I was about sixteen. I’d been complaining for months about being in the house with my mom.” 
“Dude, this place is awesome, way better than mine! All the privacy you could want! But then I live with seven siblings so there’s really no comparison!” The wolf chuckles and sits down. 
Varren who’d just been taking a drink coughed and choked. “Fu….Seven siblings?! Jeez! It’s a wonder you get any privacy at all!”
Isaac grins that endearing grin of his rubbing the back of his head sheepishly. “Most of the time I don’t. Little buggers are always wanting me to help with homework or take them to the movies.” The wolf grins down at his drink, but Varren could tell from his voice that he loved each and every one of those little buggers fiercely.
“Couldn’t imagine, I’ve always been an only child. Its got its perks, but kinda gets a bit lonely I guess.” Varren says, staring at his can.
“Well yea, but you’ve got your mom and dad, right?” 
“Yea, but my dad’s always working, he’s a lawyer or something, that’s how we can afford this place, and my mom’s… well my mom. She’s an artist and as scatterbrained as they come. She’s more like my older sister than my mother, some days.”
Isaac grins and lightly nudges a shod foot against Varrens, making the fox jump a bit, and blush far more. “Well at least you’ve got a friend to lighten the loneliness, now!” The wolf finishes off his soda, chugging it down noisily and thumping it against the table with a clack. “Now, weren’t you gonna show me your artwork?” The wolf stands up, looming over Vareen more than a bit, but he didn’t feel intimidated by the other males size, if anything it appealed to him even more.
With an exagerated sigh, Varren stands up as well. “I guess, it would be rude not to show you after having come all this way,” he says, and grins cheekily, “not that I think you’d let it go until I did anyway.” 
Isaac chuckles at the well aimed jab and winks his bright gold eye at the fox who walks towards a set of stairs leading up. Isaac stops before another set leading down. “Whats down there?”
“nothing special, its just a storage room. We keep the decorations and things down there, and I occasionally use it to paint, if the urge hits me,” Varren replies, walking up the steps slowly while Isaac takes them quickly, two at a time, almost bumping into Varren at the top. They’d come out into a loft area overlooking the couch and living room. The loft was dominated by a surprisingly large bed against the wall, a computer desk, and a large bookcase filled with sketch books. The floor was also littered with dirty clothes, and the entire place smelled strongly of the fox. Varren begins picking up and tossing laundry into the basket in the corner, looking distinctly embarassed.
“Ah damnit, forgot to clean up in here…”
“Ah no worries, my room’s way worse, and I’ve got old sports-wear so you KNOW the place reaks!” Isaac chuckles and walks over to the bookcase, seemingly unphased by the scent. “I take it these are the goods?” He asks, pulling one down at random, a book of still-lifes and sits down on the bed. 
“Yep. These ones are done in pencil and charcoal rather than ink, so they’re not quite as good as my normal, but I’m still pretty proud of them.”
Isaac opens the book, and it falls open to a page showing a cat-girl under a tree reading, it even showed a small butterfly on the tree above her head. “Damn, dude, you just keep impressing me with this stuff!” 
Varren blushes deeply, his ears going vivid pink and flattening a bit in embarassed pleasure. “If you wanna see my real stuff…” Varren stands up and pulls an unlabled book off the top shelf and sets it on top of the one on Isaac’s lap. “These, these are my pride and joy. It would send my mother into fits if she knew what I wanted to use my… skills for, but oh well.”
He opens the book, and instead of full sheets of paper, it seemed to be filled with trading-card protectors, each with a piece of card-stock with intricate designs on them in deep black ink. Tabs and  labels show each section from Celtic to Tribal to symbols and runes and geometry. 
Isaac’s eyes widen. “Duuuuuuuude, you did all of these?”
“Yep. I wanna be a tattoo artist after I graduate.” Varren says, fidgeting slightly. He so rarely told anyone his dreams, it felt….strange exposing himself like that.
“Not to be a downer but… I mean we’ve got fur…wouldn’t that cover up the designs?”
“Ah, but I know an ink that marks skin and… I guess rewires the folicles to grow in as black, so the fur, hair, or scales grow back in that color in that design.”
“Nice! Well hell, if you ever wanna try it on someone, I’ll be your canvas!” Isaac chuckles and strikes a pose like a greek god. Varren blushes and rests his hands over his lap, and his slight tent there. 
“I’ll keep that in mind…” he mumbles, blushing still.
Isaac stands back up, closing the books and placing them back on the shelf where they’d come from. “Oh neat! Landscapes!” He pulls down a thick binder, only for Varren to yelp, jump up and snatch it away. 
“Y…you don’t wanna look at this one, trust me, they’re…. they’re not good enough to show!”
“Oh come on, all the rest of your stuff’s amazing, dude! I’m sure these will be as well!”
Varren looks down at the binder, as much to hide his embarassment as to avoid the adorable puppy-dog eyes the big wolf was giving him. 
“Pleeeeease?” He begs, ears flat against his head, eyes big and wide.
“Alright, alright! But just because I can’t resist when cute guys beg!” He sits down on the bed and pats the spot beside him, and almost before he’d pulled his hand away Isaac was there, his tail swishing a mile a minute behind him. 
“These are a bit…. Different. They’re not landcapes, they’re action shots,” Varren explains, sliding the binder across onto Isaac’s lap.
“then why the false label,” he asks, sliding his fingers into a random set of pages and opening it up. Varren looks away, flinching unconciously.
“Ah. I see.” It didn’t sound judgemental, it sounded… flat, which was somehow much worse. He opened his eyes and looked at the page Isaac had opened to and saw a hyena laid out on a bed, tied down to the four corners, with a slim white someone riding what appeared to be a very large member. Slowly Varren’s eyes slid up to meet Isaac’s hard, piercing gold gaze. 
“This is just like what I saw in class.”
“W…what do you mean?” Varren stammers, scooting along the edge of the bed to get further from the wolf, his ears flat against his head, but Isaac stands up and holds the book right in front of Varren’s face.
“Polar bear, tied up, ball gag, ringing any bells? I knew I wasn’t crazy when I saw that first. How did you change it from that to Cthulu?” Isaac demands, stepping closer slowly, his shadow looming over Varren who looks up at the huge wolf in fright….until the wolf dropped to his knees, his eyes huge and shining. “That was so cooooool!”
“I…what?” Varren shakes his head.
“That was so cool!” Isaac repeats, his tail swishing behind him so fast it was a blur. “The ink just kinda spread out from the pen like water without you moving an inch! I’ve never seen anything like that before! Can you show me? Please please please?” The wolf was practically bouncing with excitement and Varren had to cover Isaac’s mouth to stop the exuberance. 
“Stop! Just… just stop! You shouldn’t have seen that, I shouldn’t have been doing that!” Varren shakes his head and stands up.
“What? Why not? That was so awesome though!” Isaac stands up, but his tail kept wagging engough to cause stray papers to ripple in the displaced air. 
“Because its supposed to be a secret, I shouldn’t have been doing it where others can see, I know better…”
“I can keep a secret, promise! Please just show me more?” Those golden eyes went big again, and Varren could swear he saw his reflection in them. Why does he have to be so damn cute?!
“FINE, but you cannot tell anyone about this, ok?” He walks over to the bookcase and pulls down his tattoo idea binder, opening it to a section marked Runes. “First you have to know the back-story of it, ok?” He sits down on the bed and yelps as Isaac is there, right next to him, his thigh pressed against Varren’s and his tail bapping against the big fluffy brush of Varren’s as well. Varren shakes his head to clear it, this close the wolf’s scent was strong, stronger even than his own. “Anyway, I come from a clan of… I don’t want to say mages or wizards or anything like that, they just had the ability to produce pigments and paints from their hands and control it.”
“so like… does that mean your mom…?”
“Yep, she’s an Inkwrite too. The only reason she’s not in the clan still is because she had me. I’m what they call a Grey, I can’t produce any color of pigment but black. Apparently, according to clan rules, I should have been killed at birth, but my mom refused and left.”
“Whoa…that’s messed up…” Isaac says.
“Part of the hatred of Grays is their abilities are different from normal Inkwrites. The long and short of it is the clans’ abilities stem from imagination of color. My mother can take a color she’s produced and make it… real I guess. Like say she takes fire-red, if she imagines it as fire, it becomes fire.”
“Whoa, that’s pretty awesome! But…what about yours?” 
Varren smiles and slides the binder over to Isaac. “Pick a rune and I’ll show you. My abilities are more… literal I guess is a good way to put it. I imagine something and a rune pops into my head. Now just drawing it in pencil wouldn’t do anything, its just a design. But when I draw it with my own brand of ink, it becomes….real.” While he was speaking, Isaac was scrolling through the book, looking at the runes and their labels. 
“So like, if you were to put one that meant…bear for example, would I turn into a bear?”
“Dunno, honestly, I’ve never tried. The problem is most of them don’t work on me, the ink doesn’t stick to my fur for very long. I guess its kinda like how snake venom doesn’t affect snakes. Some do though, and those can be quite…interesting.”
“Oh? Like which ones?” Isaac asks, sliding the binder back over. Varren grins and flips the pages to a few that were in different protectors. “Sensitivity, productivity, arousal… whats Twinning mean?”
“Heh, well I’d show you but you seem to have the hots for my mother, so we’ll try another. Oh, here’s one, Strengthening.” He takes Isaac’s hand in his, palm up and traces his finger along the palm, leaving a smear of pitch-black ink behind. The fur stayed stark white, but the leathery pad of his finger had gone from bright pink to deep black.
“Whoa…” Isaac breathes as the fox draws a simple rune on the wolfs palm. 
“This one’s super handy when doing yard-work or heavy lifting,” Varren says, slightly distractedly as he finishes the rune. As soon as he does, a ripple seems to run through Isaac’s fur from his hand, and his shirt gets, if possible, even tighter than before. 
“Dude! This feels crazy!” He stands up and flexes his arm, making the fabric audibly creak. “I feel like I could bench-press a mountain like this!” 
Varren blushes and rearranges his shorts again. “Easy there, Furcules, I wouldn’t recommend trying, the runes are only temporary like that. Here,” He says, taking Isaac’s hand and running his velvety tongue over the palm. He could taste the salt tang of sweat there on it, but as soon as he does, the rune vanishes as if it never existed, and the effects fade quite suddenly. “Once the ink dries, I can’t control it anymore, and its effects vanish as well.”
“So wait, how could you control the ink from your pen?”
“Pfft, that’s easy, I always replace the ink from my pens, mine’s a much darker color than anything store-bought!” Varren says with a grin. His index finger was slowly fading back to pink. “Ya know that brush set my dad gave me? It was actually custom made for me to use like this.” Varren rummages in his bag and pulls out the little mahogany case, picking one of the middle sized brushes and holding it in hand. Slowly the tip of the brush goes from white to black as ink flows into it from nowhere. Varren shifts his index finger, showing a small hole, presumably that ran the lenth to the tip where the ink could flow. Varren takes Isaac’s hand again and swiftly scrawls another rune, the lines far sharper and crisper than before. Again the rune takes effect, but much much stronger than before, his shirt struggling to contain the new growth and failing miserably, shredding along the seams. 
“Aaww, I liked that shirt…” Isaac complains… until he flexes his muscles. He certainly LOOKED like furcules now, muscles flexing and rippling  all over his body with every movement. He looked like a Greek God in the fur. “Damn, I guess the more accurate the rune the more powerful it becomes?”
“Yep. And sorry about the shirt… didn’t realize it’d be THAT powerful…” Varren mumbles, half contrite, half enjoying the sight of the wolf’s bare chest. 
“Ah no worries.” As if reading Varren’s mind, Isaac pulls off the shreds of fabric and wads them up into a ball, lobbing them into a nearby trashcan with a cheeky grin. “Anyway, this is super cool dude, can we try some more?” He asks, his tail still wagging a mile a minute.
“I dunno, I’ve already shown you way more than I should’ve…” 
Isaac looks down at the book then back at the “landscape” binder. “How about this, you can show me more, and you can do one of the poses in your ‘lewdscape’ binder. Sound fair?”
This stops Varren dead. “Wait, what? Really?”
“Yea, you’re pretty damn cute, I gotta say, and kinky too. I like that.” Isaac grins down at Varren, one ear cocked endearingly, making Varren’s heart melt.
“but… I thought you were straight?” He says in a small voice, his mind already running a thousand miles an hour, imaginging the things he’d do with the studly wolf, and his shorts were visibly tenting. 
“Nah, I swing both ways. Your mom’s hot sure, but…” suddenly he was kneeling down in front of Varren, getting much closer to eye-level with the shorter fox, “you’re pretty damn sexy yourself, bud.” 
Varren blushed deeply, his whole face glowing pink. “Damnit… ok, smooth talker,” he growls at the wolf who chuckles in response. He walks over to the binder and flips through a few pages till he settles on one showing a hyena tied to a chair. “Simple, but does the trick.” He shows the page to Isaac who nods in agreement as he stands up.
“We gonna do it in here?” He asks, looking over at Varren’s desk chair. 
“Nah, there’s space down in the basement. Besides, its easier to clean up down there than up here, trust me.” 
“You’re the boss!” Isaac salutes cheekily and follows the fox down the stairs to the main floor, then through another door down more stairs into the basement. Varren hadn’t been lying, it was dimly lit and was stacked with bins and boxes of every sort and size aginst the walls with a clear space in the middle with a few drop-cloth covered easels. Varren pushes them towards the edge of the room and grabs a chair from a stack and sets it in the middle of the open space. 
Varren blushes a bit and clears his throat. “I…guess we get naked then?”
Isaac pads closer, almost silently, like a predator till he’s looming over the fox. He’d already stripped off his pants and was now wearing only a jock-strap hiding little of his package. “No need to be nervous, bud. Can’t say I’ve ever done something like this, but I trust ya.” He leans down and gives Varren’s cheek a slow lick, gripping the edge of his hoodie and lifting slowly upwards. “Now, let that inner alpha-fox out, I wanna see just how wild you can get!” He pulls the hoodie off and tosses it to the foot of the stairs, leaving the fox in a tank top and his shorts. 
Varren shivers a bit from the lick and from being slowly exposed by the wolf, but straightens his shoulders, takes a deep breath and looks the wolf in the eye. “Sit down, pup, and we’ll get started.” Varren was a little shocked at the sudden straightening of the wolf, followed by instant complaince. 
The wolf grins a bit sheepishly. “Sorry, pack-dynamics are kinda instinctive.” 
“Don’t be, this is good, you can obey!” Varren steps closer, unbuttoning his shorts and letting them fall off his slim waist to the floor. He hadn’t been wearing underwear and his member was on full display. Despite his size, the fox had a decent set of equipment, thick, uncut, with heavy balls hanging low beneath. He was already hard, the sight of the wolf stud sitting there, mostly naked was doing wonders for his ego as well as his libido. 
As he walks closer, he admires the sight of the handsome wolf sitting there, his dusty golden fur shining in the dim lightbulb with his creamy belly and chest rippling with muscles. He leans forward and runs a hand over the wolfs cheek and lightly bumps noses with the other. “The safe word is ‘Rainbow’, pup, don’t be afraid to say it, ok?” He says.
Isaac nods, shivering slightly in anticipation. Varren takes Isaac’s hands and rests them on the arms of the chair. “This rune is a ‘binding’ rune. It connects two pieces together; in this case it will be binding your wrists to the chair.” Suiting words to actions, he draws two small bands of ink along the wolfs wrists, enclosing a simple rune. At first nothing happens until Varren draws a coresponding rune on the chair’s arm, at which point an almost magnetic attraction forces Isaac’s wrist against the wooden arms of the chair.
“Whoa… that feels weird!” Isaac says, tugging at the bindings. Despite the rippling of the wolf’s muscles, the bindings held strong. 
“Good, can’t have you getting up now, can we!” Varren drops to his knees in front of the wolf, between his thick, tree-trunk legs and nuzzles trhough the wolf’s silky soft belly fur, inhaling slowly and scenting the much bigger male. With both hands he slides the wolf’s jock-strap down off his hips, then down his legs and finally off, tossing it aside negligently. Only with the wolf’s jock strap removed does Varren finally look down to take in the sight of what the wolf was packing. 
He wasn’t surprised by the wolf’s canine anatomym, a thick sheath already showing a hint of tip, or the heavy package hanging beneath, but he was certainly surprised the bright gold piercing his sheath, shining in the bare lightbulb hanging above. 
“Oh, kinky pup!” Varren teases, hooking a finger into the piercing and tugging lightly. From the wolfs growl and the meaty throb to his mostly-hidden shaft, Varren could tell the wolf liked it. Varren slowly licked over the throbbing wolf-cock as it slowly slid out further from his sheath. Gods I could get drunk on this wolf’s scent and taste… he tugs the ring some more, using the slight spreading of the wolfs sheath to slowly work his tongue inside, groaning quietly to himself from the flavor of masculinity assaulting his nose and mouth alike.
Up above Isaac was growling and twitching, tugging at the bindings as if he could break out and fuck the hell out of the devious fox. But the bindings held, and the wolf soon reached full-mast from the teasing and tugging and licking. Varren leans back, admiring the wolfs appendage. And there was a lot of it to admire; almost a foot of throbbing, angry-red wolf cock, spurting pre well up the wolf’s chest with every hefty throb, with a good sized knot the size of a plum at the base, though Varren knew from plenty of porn-searches that it’d grow nice and big. Why not help things along a bit?
Varren reached out and hefted those big nuts in one hand, letting out a quiet growl at how heavy they were on his palm, practically spilling over the sides. With his free hand, he traces a thick band of ink from the top of the wolf’s sheath to just behind the wolfs balls, almost making both ends meet, but not quite. He sketches a small rune between both ends, and instantly the band of ink seems to contract, tightening around the wolfs cock and balls like a band of elastic, making the wolf yelp and groan as the spurts of pre ceased suddenly.
“NGff….god that….feels weird!” He shudders, his hips thrusting instinctively, but achieving nothing but flailing his dick around. 
“Then this will feel even wierder,” Varren, still holding those meaty testicles in hand, used his other to draw two runes, one on each nut. Immediately they begin to inflate, growing slowly. Isaac growls and struggles harder, his toes clenching aginst the floor. 
“Argh! Was that the blue-balls rune or what?!” The wolf’s struggles intensify, causing the wood to creak dangerously. Varren reaches up and scrawls a quick durability rune on it and the squeaks and creaks quiet down.
“Close, but no, pup, they’re Productivity runes. Just one of these made me full up for hours, and you’ve got two of them on ya!” The fox reaches up and begins stroking the wolfs rock hard cock, looking much much thicker than before, and began rubbing the copious pre fluids the wolf had been squirting all over himself onto his dick. Isaac groaned and whined, squirming on the chair and biting his lip, thrusting instinctively up into Varren’s hand. 
Varren, when the wolfs member was thoroughly coated in his own copious fluids, stood up and straddled the wolf’s lap. He positions himself above it and takes a deep breath. Just like your toys, you’ve done this a million times… just never with anything quite so big…Varren closes his eyes and slowly lowers himself onto the slickened member. 
He felt the tapered tip poking at his hole and foguht hard to relax, letting it slowly slide in and making Isaac arch back and whine as his dick sunk slowly into hot tight fox hole. Varren bit down on his lip; it was a hell of a stretch, and he was certainly not used to anything quite so thick! Inch by inch the wolf’s cock sunk into his hole, stretching him wider and wider until his ring kisses the wolf’s knot. He could tell already that it was not going to be going in this time, but that was fine. 
“Ah, feels good, pup!” Varren says, his own cock was rock hard and gushing his own brand of pre onto the wolf’s already-soaked belly. He leans forward and nuzzles at the wolf’s neck and shoulder, huffing the other males scent as he lifts up slowly, grinding his dick into the wofl’s belly fur. “Ngff…” he groans as he suddenly thrusts himself down onto it once more, making both males groan and whine.
“Fuck, pup! Your huge!” Varren breathes, panting as he begins riding onto the bound wolf’s cock, his own slapping the wolfs abs each time he drops down onto it. It didn’t take long before Isaac was thrusting up to meet Varren’s hips, his muscles quivering with ill-suppressed lust. Varren could feel the effort to try and break free from the bindings with every trust, could feel it in the steadily increasing tension of the wolf’s body.
It wasn’t long before both males were soaked in sweat from the efforts to escape and the efforts to keep riding, the smell of them filling the confined space of the basement and spurring both further as the pheromones and musk drives them both wild. Isaac was the first to crack under the pressure.
“Varr-…Alpha, p…please let…let me cum!” He stammers, drool running down his chin as his tongue lolls from his muzzle.  “I’ve never….never needed to cum…this badly! Please, let me cum!” He begged, desperation coloring his voice.
Varren licks his thumb and brings it down beneath him, swiping it across the rune encircling Isaac’s package and causing the ring to relax suddenly, and immediately felt a sudden gush of fluids into his hole, hot and so copious Varren for a moment thought the wolf was pissing in him. He almost comments about it but can only manage a yelp as he’s suddenly borne backwards to the floor, a huge pair of sweaty wolf arms encircling him. He looked up just in time to see a huge, sharp-toothed mouth in his face, blowing hot moist breath all over him. 
It took a moment to realize that the wolf had spoken, and another to realize what it was. “Thank you…alpha!” He growled, bracing his feet on the cold concrete floor as he slowly withdrew his dick from Varren’s hole. The voice didn’t sound like the sweet, endearingly goofy wolf, this was a wild, rut-drunk beast that would not stop until it unloaded. Varren whimpered in fear and suddenly those wild gold eyes glaring down at him were no longer wild, but full of concern for him. The devious wolf was still playing the part of Alpha’s plaything! 
Isaac leans down and nuzzles lightly at Varren’s cheek, whispering quietly, “Need me to stop?” He would clearly have been totally fine with ending it there, purely for the fox’s sake! 
It took a moment for Varren to calm down and gather his wits. “Don’t…” he clears his throat, “don’t you dare stop, pup! Show alpha what you can do!”
Once again the switch flipped, the considerate, kind-hearted wolf giving way to the wild beast once more. “Yes sir,” The voice was deep and menacing, but held not a jot of fear for him, he knew the wolf would return in a heartbeat if he took even one step too far. Varren wraps his arms around the wolf’s shoulders and hangs on for dear life as the beast slams in, grinding the knot hard against his ring. He bit his lip as his hole ached fiercely, but he refused to let that get in the way, he wanted this wolf’s knot and load, no matter what. Isaac, unable to get the big bulb of his knot into Varren’s hole in the first thrust settled into a quick, sharp rhythm of short withdraws, quick thrusts, and grinding firmly against the fox’s ring. 
Varren could feel the wolf’s body against his, the rock-hard play of his abs against his dick every time he thrusts, the whipcord tightness of the muscular arms enfolding him, the silky-soft, sweat-soaked fur against his own, could smell nothing but the raw masculinity of wolf in rut. Varren shuddered, his body relaxing into the wolf’s body just as he thrusts inwards, the knot slipping in with a lewd squelching noise. 
Instinctively Isaac yanks back, but his knot had already inflated larger, locking the two together as Isaac’s orgasm hits with the weight and power of a freight train. He arches back and lets out a roaring howl at the ceiling as he bucks and thrusts wildly into Varren, each thrust grinding hard into the poor fox’s prostate. It wasn’t long before he was howling too, blowing his load all over the wolf’s abdominals,.
The pair were a long time coming down off their orgasms, leaving both panting like they’d run a marathon, sweating like they’d  spent hours in a sauna, and exhausted as if they’d had the most mind-blowing orgasm of their lives. 
“Ffffff…..fuck….” Isaac pants, lifting up weakly and looking down at the dazed fox beneat him, grinning that endearing, lop-sided way. “You ok down there, Alpha?” HE asks teasingly.
Varren looks up with bleary eyes, slowly focusing on the wolf, and grinning a slow, satiated smile. “Mmmm… oh yea I’m good,” he says, perversely giggling, about nothing in particular, and soon Isaac was as well.
Isaac recovers first and licks at Varren’s sweaty face, making the fox chuckle and push at the big wolf’s cheek. “Ah, I don’t think I’ve ever cum that hard before!” He gives Varren a shameless smooch on the lips. “I’m no virgin, but that I can guarantee was the best fuck I’ve ever had! Thanks lil buddy!”
Varren blushes and looks away, his ears flattening against his head a bit. “You’re…. you’re my first…” he mumbles.
“No kidding? Well lemme tell ya this, dude, you took it like a champ, and you dommed me like a master!” He leans down and gives Varren’s cheek a lick. “I definitely wanna do it again sometime….when my legs aren’t made of jelly that is.,” the big wolf says with a cheeky grin, lightly tugging at his knot, making the fox gasp. “oof, sorry about that lil buddy, looks like we’re stuck for a bit. It never takes too long to shrink though, don’t worry.” With a bit of effort, the wolf lifs up, taking Varren with him till he thumps down onto his rump, with Varren sitting impaled on the wolfs lap. 
Only then does the wolf look down at himself, and his cum-soaked chest and blinks. “Whoa, did you make one hell of a mess or what?” He chuckles, eyeing the black-streaked chest fur. 
“S…sorry… we should shower soon…”
“I dunno, I kinda like the stink of a good fuck-session!” Isaac grins, swiping at a bit of the fox’s mess and licking it off his finger shamelessly. “Bit bitter, but not bad, gotta say.
“No, its…its not that I like the smell too but… well, you remember how I said I know of an ink that stains skin and fur and scales? Well…. that’s it.” Varren says, looking away, very embarassed. 
Isaac blinks. “Your jizz stains?” The wolf snorts and gives the fox’s cheek a lick. “Not gonna lie, that’s kinda hot. But it’d be a bit awkward to explain why my belly and chest is suddenly dyed with streaks of black.” With one arm around the fox, Isaac shifts and stands up, albeit a bit shakily, every step making both males yelp or groan. 
“Ngff…. Y..yea, it does. Ya know… how I said earlier that one…productivity rune was bad enough?” Varren hangs onto Isaac with both arms, panting a bit. “Well…lemme put it like this… the walls…aren’t covered in paint splatters.”
They’d reached the top of the stairs and Isaac looks around at the walls. “And you put two of those on me? Damn, dude, surprised you’re looking pregnant then…” The wolf chuckles and looks around. “Where’s the bathroom then? Please tell me its not inside…”
“No, its just… beside the closet,” Varren points out the door, almost hidden by the other stairwell. Isaac waddles over to it and pushes open the door before sitting on the toilet. 
“Ok lil dude, I’m gonna try and lift you off slowly, just relax as much as you can and it’ll pop out just fine.” He shifts his hands to grip Varren’s ass, his strong fingers squeezing into the muscular globes slightly before lifting upwards slowly. Varren takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly, closing his eyes and trying hard to let his body relax. He could feel Isaac’s knot beginning to tug at his hole and instinctively clenched up before relaxing as he tugged harder.
Finally the bulb came out with a pop, causing both males to yelp and sigh in relief. “Mmm, now we can shower,” Isaac says, lifting Varren slowly off and setting him on his feet. He stands there shakily, his knees feeling like jelly and his hole aching fiercely, but feeling so damn warm and full back there, even without the big canine cock lodged inside. 

“Sure, though… might need to hold onto me, feel like I’m about to collapse.”
“That’s what happens when you get fucked properly!” The wolf stands up, his shaft pointing directly at the fox. “Was that really your first time?” he asks, stepping into the black-and-white tiled shower and wrapping an arm around Varren’s back to keep him upright. 
“Yea… all I’ve ever done is with sex-toys…” He mumbles, embarassed as he closes the curtain.
“Well you did amazingly well, dude. Wasn’t kidding when I said that’s the best fuck I’ve ever had!” He lifts the fox’s chin with one hand and gives him a kiss on the lips. “I’d love to do it again sometime, ink stuff or not.”
Varren blushes and looks away, but smiles. He reaches up and grabs the shower head and aims it at the floor before turning on the water. “this is gonna sound like a weird question, but the water’s clear, right?” he asks.
Isaac looks and tilts his head, his ear cocking as it always did. “Uh…yea, can’t you tell?”
Varren shakes his head and turns it onto hot before setting it back in its bracket, aiming it right at his back. “Nope. One of the side-effects of being a ‘gray’ is that I’m totally colorblind. Not like green-red colorblind, but I only see in grayscale, that’s why all of my art’s not colored.”
“Huh…” Isaac says, looking at the shower head. “Guess that’s why your… I guess your place is all in black and white?”
“Yep. But the reason I asked about the water is my mother decided to pull a prank on me a few years ago, she put fur-dye in the shower head, so that I ended up green for a month.”
Isaac snorted. “You sure she’s your mom? She sounds more like an older sister to me. At least that’s the kind of thing my siblings would do, anyway!”
“Well she did have me when she was like sixteen, so I guess she’s still pretty young. Sometimes she acts like an older sister, rather than my mother. And sometimes that’s ok, I guess.” Varren smiles slightly and shakes his head. “Oh damn, I’ve been hogging the water, sorry.”
“No worries, you’ll probably need it.” The wolf coughs and looks away, his ears flat against his head. “Hey uh, Varren, this…might be a bit forward but… wolves are a bit… territorial. And we…mark our territories…” He breaks off, clearly embarassed as hell.
Varren tilts his head until finally it clicks. Oh. OH! He reaches out and takes the still exposed wolf dick in hand and aims it at his chest. “be my guest. Fair is fair, after all, I did mark you.” 
The wolfs tail began swinging very fast behind him as he sighs, planting his big hands on the fox’s shoulders and holding him there as a hot golden spray of piss arcs from his tapered tip and splatters the fox’s chest. With one hand Varren guides the spray up to his neck and then down over his belly and dick, but with his free hand he touches the still wet splatters of inky spunk on Isaac’s belly and draws in slow runes. 
The steaming air carried the scent of the wolfs piss throughout the room, making Varren’s head spin slightly, but it was so damn hot to think he was being marked by the studly wolf, he couldn’t help but shiver. He worked Isaac’s chest slowly, adding his own ink to the thick ropes of cum clinging to his fur, massaging it in and under the fur against the skin. It felt…difficult, like he was trying to suck an overly-thick milkshake through a straw or paint with tar; it was moving, but so slowly, and the effort and concentration was intense. He looks up at Isaac who was staring down at what Varren was doing, shifting his hips this way and that to ensure the white-furred fox was getting a throough coating of the golden liquid. 
Beneath the effort to guide the ink into cohesive runes, Varren cuold feel…something beginning to rise, not arousal, for that was already intense in the extreme, but something deeper and far more powerful. It wasn’t until the last swirl of the ink settles into place and Varren relaxed his attention that the full weight of it hit him. Territory of Varren Inkwrite, was written in vertical runes down the wolf’s left side, just beneath his nip and over his stomach. Already the fur was stained black, shining with more than just sweat. He looked up slowly, nervous, terrified, excited of what he’d see there. 
The wolves eyes were as gold as ever, shining in the bathroom lights, but he was staring at Varren in a way that made his heart flop like a fish. Good or bad, he couldn’t tell, but whatever the wolf was feeling, he was feeling as well; a two-way connection between them had been forged, he could feel the roiling emotions of the wolf as clearly as his own, as confused as his own. 
Varren shakes his head and breaks eye-contact first, reaching up and grabbing the shower head and aiming it at the wolf’s chest. “G…good look on you, nice contrast,” he mumbles, almost to himself. In some strange way he could feel the warmth of the water on the wolf’s chest, almost, but not quite like his own. It was a bit distracting, made worse when it came time to begin scrubbing soap into the big muscular wolf’s body. 
Isaac stayed silent for the most part, shifting and lifting his arms obediently when requested, grinning and twitching as his sensitive bits are touched. Varren was very thorough, taking every opportunity to explore the wolves musculature, tracing muscles as he scrubs in the soap, lathering it up thickly, even scrubbing it into the wolf’s skin. Isaac, Varren could tell (and feel) was in heaven, luxuriating in the treatment in sheer sensuous delight. When the big wolf was one mass of white suds, he begins spraying off the mess, rubbing to get the worst of it off. 
“My turn,” Isaac says when Varren finishes. The wolf grins and suddenly Varren’s back thumped against cool tile, making him gasp and look up at the looming wolf. The shower head was snatched from his hand and sprayed, rather unceremoniously directly down his body from his head, making the fox splutter and push at the wolfs hand. 
“Hey, easy with that thing ya big lump!” Varren protests, grinning through the water at the wolf.
“There it is, there’s the cute foxy boy. Thought you’d gone cold on me after I marked ya!” He leans down till they’re eye to eye. “Normally I’d give ya a tongue bath, but its getting a bit late, so we’ll go with soap instead.” He snags the bottle of shampoo and begins scrubbing it into Varrens chest in much the same way he’d done to the wolf, working in small circles, massaging into the surprisingly wiry muscles, teasing over Varren’s nipples, all while keeping his golden eyes locked with Varren’s blue, even when the fox lets out a quiet whine of pleasure, squinting a bit as his his body twitches against the wolfs big rough hands. “turnabout is fair play, lil dude, and I love nothing more than turning the tables!” He suddenly flips the fox around so he was facing the wall, and those strong hands began massaging over Varren’s shoulders, easing away tension and practically making the fox melt against the wall. “Damn lil dude, you’ve gotta learn to relax sometime, can’t be healthy to have all this tension.” The wolf was suddenly there, pressing his broad chest against Varrens back and making him yelp and tense up once more, only to relax an instant later as Isaac laughs at getting a rise out of the fox.
“Alright alright, I’m clean.” Varren grabs the shower head and rinses off. He couldn’t see, but there was a very faint yellow tinge to his belly and crotch, but barely noticable, though the scent of it was quite clear in the steamy air. When he was rinsed, Varren turns off the water and snags a pair of towels from a rack, handing one to isaac and stepping out, drying himself off. 
“So what now, then? Gonna kick me out into the cold, leaving me to find my way back home through the wilderness, possibly eaten by bears?” Isaac asks, making big golden puppy-dog eyes. 
“Please, you’d like being eaten out by a bear, and we’re in the middle of town, not exactly the height of wildness.” The fox winks and scritches the wolf under his chin, earning an adorable shiver and furiously wagged tail. “Besides, there’s gonna be pizza for you, no doubt.”
As if on cue, a small box beside the stairs dings. Varren walks over to it and holds down the button. “Yes mother dearest, what can I do for you?”
“You can quit making out with your boyfriend and get your ass in here, pizza’s getting cold!” Came the reply, making Isaac blink and tilt his head curiously, a faint blush pinking up his ears. 
“Oh please, as if you haven’t got a lawyer’s socks to be fucking off right now!” Varren winks again.
A new voice speaks through the intercom, male this time, says “Now Varren, your mothers right, the pizza is getting cold,” in mock sternness, though the laughter in his voice was quite obvious, even if the girlish squeal in the background couldn’t be heard saying “Oh, argyle! My favorite!”
Varren snorts, “I’ll be in in a few. Don’t eat my pizza, woman!” He turns to Isaac and rubs at the back of his head, grinning sheepishly. “Sorry, told you she was more like my sister than my mother.  Makes things a bit…informal.”
“No judgement, though if I ever talked to my ma like that, I’d end up with a spoon shoved someplace unpleasant…” Isaac shuddered. “But pizza is to be had, poiint me in the right direction!”
“Gotta get clothes on, ya doofus.” Varren tosses his towel at Isaac who catches it and grins at the fox’s nudity, his own quite apparent as well. “Lets go get dressed, we can eat out here. I’ve got movies we can watch too… if you want, that is?” He asks, looking up, hopefully at the wolf.
“No rom-coms, my sisters love those and always drag me along to watch with. Can practically quote Fifty First Mates!” 
A few minutes later they were walking into the house. The setting sun had cooled the world off substantially more, and by the time they’d entered the house even Varren was feeling the chill. He closed the door and walked over to the counter where an array of pizza boxes were laid out. Varren rolled his eyes as he sees his own, marked by a pair of argyle socks. 
Isaac walks over and sniffs at the air above the socks, pausing only when Varren gave him a look. “What? Don’t judge me, wolves sniff things, its instincts!” He opens the next pizza box and grins, rubbing his hands together in anticipation. “Oh man I love your mom!” He closes it back up and, as Varren brushes the socks off his own, walks to the door. They both walk back out to Varren’s place and set the pizzas on the table. 
“Go pick out a movie, there’s a shelf beside the TV, I’ll be right back,” Varren calls as he leaps up the stairs two at a time. He quickly pulls the thick blanket off the bed and, leaning over the railing overlooking the living area, calls "Catch!" down to Isaac before dropping the bundle of blanket. He walks down a bit more sedately and spies Isaac putting the movie in and sitting down on the couch. He grabs the remote and plops down next to him, a bit of space between them.
“What’re you doing all the way over there, lil dude?” Isaac asks, grabbing Varren and pulling him close against his side and draping a big arm around Varren’s shoulders to keep him there. Despite himself Varren was thoroughly relieved, his ears deep red in a blush as he uses the remote to turn off the lights and on the tv. 
As the movie starts, Isaac kicks his feet up onto the coffee table and Varren follows suit, leaning against Isaac till his cheek rests against the bigger males chest. He could hear a quiet rumble emenating from isaac, could feel his pleasure at the closeness and felt himself relaxing against the wolf, even, teasingly at first, brushing his own paws against Isaacs. He received a playful nip to the ear and a chuckle, followed by more gentle footsy throughout the movie.
At some point Isaac reaches over and spreads the blanket over them, cocooning them in warmth as well as comfort. Varren couldn’t have said what it was that they watched that night, he spent all of it accutely aware of the wolf beside him, his heartbeat, his warmth, even his scent, he was the focus during that movie.
By the time the movie was over, it was very late. “Oh damn, didn’t realize how late it was… do you need a ride home? I’ve got my license and keys to my moms car if you need…”
“Nah, its Friday, I already texted my mom and told her I might be staying at a friends.”
Varren tilts his head, ear cocked. “You did? When did you manage that?” 
Isaac grins and winks his golden eye. “When we were grabbing our clothes. Besides, she’s used to me staying out on weekends. The pups don’t usually need coralling so I’m usually free to do it. Only time I’m not is when I’ve got a ballet recital or school play to see. I never miss those.” Varren believed him, he seemed so fiercely protective of the “pups”. 
Varren chuckles .”Well seems a bit forward that you’d think you’d be staying here, don’t you think? Why, what would the neighbors think!” 
Isaac shrugs, grinning his cheeky grin. “They’d think that you’ve gone and found yourself a big bad wolf trying to huff and puff and blow his way into your house, little piggy!” 
“Oh dear, have mercy, Mr. Wolf! Don’t devour me whole!” With a sudden motion Varren flicks the covers up over the wolfs head and out from the encompassing arm, making a run for the stairs. “Oh help! Help! Someone help me!” He calls in theatrically high-pitched voice as he takes the stairs two at a time. 
Despite the sudden bolt to the stairs, Isaac took his time, standing up slowly, draping the blanket over his shoulders, turning off the lights and television before turning to the stairs…and prowling. Varren stood at the first bend in the stairs and shudders, the smooth, graceful motion of the wolfs body in the moonlight moving closer, silently, like a predator, it was thrilling in a scary way.
“Nowhere to run, little piggy, you’re trapped!” The wolf calls quietly, walking to thef oot of the stairs and dropping to all fours, prowling up them slowly, Varren backed around the bend and up the rest of the stairs, his heart pounding. He was backing up towards the bed when Isaac rounded the bend and began prowling up the stairs. In the moonlight his eyes shone even brighter than ever, almost seeming to glow, making Varren’s pulse beat faster than ever. In his heart of hearts he knew he was safe but…
A deep rumbling noise vibrates the room, it took Varren a second to realize it was the wolf’s growl, practically making the floor shake with its intensity. Varren watched as Isaac licks his lips, his muscles clenching up for some powerful motion and suddenly he was tackled bodily onto the bed, pinned between the soft matress and a rock hard wolf’s chest.
“I’ve got you now, my piggy, and devour you, I shall!” Isaac growls before giving Varren’s neck a playful nibble. 
When Varren’s heart slowed its frantic tattoo against his chest he nips at the wolfs ear in return. “You scared me again you big goof.”
Isaac chuckled, shifts the blanket off his back and rolls onto his back, head on Varren’s pillow. “That was the idea. Its been years since I’ve played the ‘big bad wolf’ with my siblings, they grew up and out of it, but I never did.” He turns his head and winks at the fox who shifts a bit and grabs the blanket and pulls it over them both. 
“So forward, jumping into my bed without so much as a by-your-leave,” Varren mock grumbles, scooting over a bit till his thigh brushes Isaacs. The wolf slid his arm below the pillow under Varren’s head and pulls the fox a bit closer against him and closes his eyes. 
Varren tried his hardest to fall asleep, closing his eyes, mentally trying to make himself relax, but ever time he managed to let his mind wander, it was always drawn inexorably to the wolf against his side, like a magnet pointing north. Why? Why am I drawn to him so much… he silently wonders, biting his lip a bit and clenching his eyes shut tighter. 
“Can’t sleep, lil bud?” Isaac says quietly, but the sound seemed to fill the room, passing through the wolf’s chest and directly into Varren. 
Varren just shakes his head.
“Seems like you need to relax.” Isaac pulls the covers off slowly and sits up. In the moonlight Varren watched as he slipped out of his clothes once more. In the pale silver light, his whole body gleamed…except for the dark black runes on his stomach, they seemed to suck in the light. “Whenever I can’t sleep, I usually end up jerking off. But since there’s two of us…” he left the suggestion hanging, in case Varren denied, but the fox couldn’t, his shorts were already tenting at a repeat of earlier. He nods silently once more. 
“Just lay back lil bud, I’ll help you relax.” Isaac slid downwards towards the foot of the bed. Varren could see his back and rump and slowly waving tail in the moonlight. He wasn’t sure what the wolf was doing until, with a gasp, he almost ends up kicking Isaac in the nose. The wolf had grabbed his left ankle and had pressed his nose between Varren’s toes and taken a long, deep inhale. The fox blushed deeply at the quiet rumble escaping the wolf. He could feel the satisfaction the wolf felt from scenting the fox, felt the faint click of instinctive gears deep inside the other male. 
Isaac switched sides, sniffing at the other. Though nuzzling from the heel upwards slowly, hot breath and cool inhale alternating over his big sensitive sole until the fox was squirming. It was such a simple feeling, but it sent ripples across his form that seemed, unaccountably, to terminate at his crotch every time. 
Isaac’s grip on his ankle tightening was the only indicator of what was going to happen, so he was totally unprepared for the feeling of a velvety soft, moist and hot something gliding slowly across the fox’s sole. Varren couldn’t stifle the yelp and jolt, but Isaac’s grip was strong and kept holding the fox all the while until his tongue flicked up between the fox’s toes.
He’d never considered his feet much, they were a natural part of being who he was; he was most comfortable in flip-flops, hated wearing dress shoes, and lotioned them up when winter caused them to dry out, but he’d never considered they’d be this… pleasurable. He never imagined that it would feel so good to have someone doing…anything to them. He groans audibly as Isaac slides his tongue up the sole again, over the wrinkling sole and up over the curled toes. 
“Hehe, sorry little bud, I have a bit of a foot-fetish. But…judging from how tight and wet your shorts are, you do too.” Varren looked down and he was achingly hard, and his clothes looked like he’d pissed himself.  He looks away in embarassment, shuddering as the devious wolf begins attacking his other foot, flicking between each of his toes in turn, wether Varren clenched or not. 
“Rememeber the safe word’s Rainbow,” Isaac says, taking two of the fox’s toes into his muzzle and suckling at them firmly. Varren gritted his teeth and whimpered quietly; his head was fogging up so bad from the overwhelming sensation, it was hard to get words out. 
“Ngf….not….on your life!” He pants.
Isaac smiles and sets the fox’s feet down onto the bed and slowly nuzzled upwards, prowling in that same predatory way up the bed, nuzzling, sniffing, and occasionally licking at the fox’s legs, all the while keeping his golden eyes locked on Varren’s. It wasn’t until the view was blocked by Varren’s tented boxers that the fox shook his head as if breaking from a spell. He braced his feet and worked his shorts down, his dick springing free and slapping him firmly against the stoamch, splattering pre well up his chest. 
Isaac helps pull the soggy shorts down and off, tossing them over his shoulder negligently, his eyes focused on the Varren’s thick member. He rumbles quietly and presses his cool nose against the foreskin-covered tip and inhales deeply. As he pulls away, a thick strand of pre connected the two together until Isaac licks it off. 
“I’d deep-throat ya foxy, but I think tht you’d end up filling my stomach with fox spunk before I make it half way,” the wolf teases, reaching up and fondling Varren’s heavy testicles. Indeed, Varren felt like he was standing on an incredibly high cliff comprised entirely of pleasure. He could see the bottom, pleasantly close, but terrifyingly high. “Roll over foxy, I’ve got something else in mind.” Varren shivers and rolls over with a bit of guidance from Isaac’s strong hands, pushing Varren’s knees under him and raising his ass up high.
The fox rests his chin on his pillow and blushes deeply, instinctively keeping his tail raised up high. Isaac, as always subverting expectations, pushed his nose directly between those pert round globes and took another deep inhale. Varren whimpers quietly, burying his face in his pillow. He could feel the ripples of pleasure from the wolf augmenting his own. He couldn’t see but he knew the wolf was as hard as he was, leaking as much, soaking the bed in his musky scented pre, pratically laying claim to-
Varren gasps and arches, his hips hiking up higher as Isaac runs that exquisite velvety tongue up his crack from his heavy balls up to the base of his tail. Gods is this what being rimmed is like?! Varren shuders and whines more as the wolf licks slowly along the fox’s crack, deviating occasionally to lap at his cheeks, but focued most of his attention on the hidden pucker beneath his tail. Varren could feel it relaxing, loosening up beneath the wolf’s tender ministrations, allowing that wonderfully talented tongue to slowly push inside him. As it finally slips past the ring the fox gasps and bites onto the pillow to muffle his long drawn out moan. He could feel the wolf shuddering as well as he tastes the fox’s insides, tasting his own load as well. 
Isaac gropes Varren’s ass cheeks, spreading them apart to give himself better access inside, withdrawing his tongue and reannointing it with drool (which seemed to be in very copious supply judging from how much was running down over the fox’s balls) and diving back in, lubing the fox up with saliva. 
By the time he pulled his tongue free, Varen was internally begging for the wolf to mount him, his ass was nice and prepped and he had never felt so much need for something to dive in nice and deep into his hole. He shivered with expectation as Isaac scooted closer, his cool nose grazing up the fox’s back and making him squirm with anticipation until it reached the fox’s shoulder.  
“I never told you, foxy boy. I view sex in three ways.” The big wolf’s tapered tip settled comfortably against the fox’s ring, spurting ridiculous amounts of pre into his hole before slowly sliding inwards. The going was smooth and slow, and Varren could feel every meaty pulsation of the huge spire as it made its way into him. Inches vanished in one slow slide until the knot presses against Varren’s ring, making Isaac growl and Varren whine.
“The first,” Isaac says, wrapping his burly arms around Varren’s chest, who instinctively grips onto them, lacing his fingers between Isaac’s, “is sex between strangers, for the sole purpose of getting off.” With a slow movement, he draws back, leaving Varren feeling terribly empty without the meaty filling of the wolf’s dick. “It means nothing beyond the desire to drop a load.” With a firm thrust, the wolf settles his knot back against Varren’s ring, making the white-furred fox squirm and moan louder.
“The second,” Isaac says, withdrawing again and thrusting in smoothly, “is sex between friends, a bonding experience between two equals.” The lewd slapping of hips on ass began to fill the air as Isaac slowly picks up the pace. The motions were smooth, the force gentle, but the momentum making Varren’s whole body shudder. “The closer the friends, the greater the pleasure. Some people make the joke about ‘bro-jobs’ and that, but I find that they mean far more than just pleasure.” The wolf leans down and runs his velvety tongue across Varren’s cheek and neck. He could feel the wolf’s muscles against his back rippling and flexing. The motions were so much slower, gentler, but… why were they so much more intense than even the lust-crazed fucking he’d received earlier?!
“The third, and most important,” Isaac says, resting his chin on top of Varren’s head and hugging the fox firmly as his pace begins to pick up, the force increasing and every time the bulb of Isaac’s not ground against Varrens hole. “The third and most important is sex between lovers. A joining of two into one. The heights of pleasure attainable only by two individuals giving their all for the sake of that perfect union of body and soul.” The wolfs voice was beginning to deepen, growling quietly on the exhale of his bellows-like panting. 
Varren shuddered, he could feel through the connection between them that Isaac’s orgasm was mounting, the fire inside hot enough to burn him even across the link, kindling something just as powerful inside of Varren. He groans and bares his neck instinctively, nudging away the pillow so he could speak, “W….what was our last…encounter?” Varren asks, a safe question that edged aroiund the one beginning to gnaw at his heart.
“Sex between friends. You showed me your artwork, you told me your secrets, you allowed me into your home and fed me. If that’s not what friends do, I don’t know what is.” The wolf chuckles quietly, still gripping Varren firmly around the chest, holding him tightly but… tenderly, rubbing his big hands over Varren’s chest fur. 
The fox shuddered, he was getting closer, every thrust shunting him closer to that terrible, incredible orgasmic edge, but he needed to know, couldn’t stand the thought of not knowing…
“And….and what is…is this?” He asks, panting heavily. The matress beneath him was completely soaked in pre and sweat, both his and Isaacs. He was terrified of the answer even as he knew it in his heart of hearts exactly what they were, what they would soon beccome.
The wolf grins and gives Varren a slow, gentle kiss to the cheek, wrapping his arms tightly around the fox and hanging on for dear life. “Number Three, my adorable, sexy, foxy little mate.” With that, the wolf shoves firmly in, the work of the last eternity of stretching the smaller male open with his dick paying off in spades, the huge bulb slipping in with barely any resistane, but immediately inflating as the wolf instinctively pulls back, locking the two into place.
Varren felt his body reacting on pure instinct, arching back and pulling against the knot, only for Isaac to push forward, grinding it hard against his prostate and sending him over the edge. He felt Isaac’s orgasm reach its peak just as his did, both males arching back and letting out a howl to the sky as they release their seed in an earth-shaking, mind-shattering orgasm. Every pulsation sent waves, tsunamis of pleasure rippling across the mutual link, mounting again and again and again back and forht until neither knew when or where they were, too lost in the all-encompassing pleasure of their coupling. Neither was Isaac or Varren, they were one mind and soul, sharing that glorious, pure, golden pleasure, howling and bucking until they collapse onto the bed in a sweaty, completely exhausted mess. 
They lay there, panting and whining as ripples of their afterglows course back and forth across the link, their arms never coming unlinked, their bodies not leaving eachother for an isntant. They were loked together, tied by more than just Isaac’s knot. They were each other’s mates, and they were together. 
Varren shifts a bit and Isaac follows, no words needing spoken as they roll to the side, spooning together comfortably, basking in the closeness of their contact and love they were experiencing for each other. 
They fell asleep that way, pressed as closely as if they were trying melt together, for the first time relaxed in utter and complete comfort, safe in the knowledge that they were together forever.