Cupid's Curse

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Tracker was laying rather comfortably on the ground outside. The grass giving welcoming kisses against his fur. After his talk with Marshall he really started to consider it. Maybe it was best that he did take life slow and enjoy what he had.

His ears twitched at the buzzing of a bee but otherwise it didn't disturb him too much. Aside from all the chaos of Chase's romantic out burst Tracker would rate the day as rather calm.

"Mind if I lay here?" Tracker opened his eyes and looked it. It was Marshall; honestly, who else would you expect? Tracker just grinned and nodded his head. Marshall gave a sigh as he planted himself down next to the smaller dog.

"Just went to go give head bitch my blanket. She snatched it from me like I stole it from her." Marshall joked. Tracker giggled as well.

"She is alpha, like Skye said I don't think she'll do anything bad to it." He complemented. Marshall huffed and rolled his eyes. The cold stare Everest gave him made him squirm. He had always known he was meant to be submissive, it was his calling. Maybe it was due to his feminine structure. Afte all, he took after his mother the most. It made him question his own roles as an individual many times. It even made him wonder about his sexuality. Maybe nature wanted to be cruel and implant this secret yern to be taken from behind and to get pregnant but never actually allowing him to have a womb to fulfil it.

Looking at Tracker, who was now asleep, Marshall gave a grin. Maybe that's why he had such a connection for him. He is the pup Marshall may never get to have. It's his only chance to be a maternal role without snatching a pup from another parent.

He quickly gave Tracker's head a kiss. He never saw Tracker as a mate at all. While he heard some rumors spread that he was secretly doing all this to create a false sense of security before attempting to breed with the smaller dog, he was quick to end them.

"I would never consider mating with you." Marshall whispered quietly. Tracker stirred but otherwise didn't awake. Marshall laid his head on the grass and drifted to slumber.

Over head in the dense cloud, Cupid fixed his hair and adjusted his clothes. Marcus was woozy and seemed to be on a bit of a high.

"My love, I feel so fulfilled by your fire." Marcus giggled like a small child as his face held red. Cupid smirked as he floated above the sleeping dogs while responding to his lover.

"Ah, your tunnels always create a pressure that allows myself to flow~" He lifted his spear and lightly tapped the glowing words of lust. Looking back at Marcus he stuck out his tongue a bit. "Whom shall I strike?" He asked. Marcus looked down at the two dogs before a mischievous grin blossomed on him.

"How bout the descendant of our region. He glows of unpicked firey passion. Awakening his dormant lust will fluster the entire body." Cupid could agree. Raising the spear towards his lips he gave a deep breath in and blew out.

The red dark shot through the sky and towards the earth, the red leaving a micro trail behind it as it gained closer to it's target. Until-

"Ack!" Marshall's head shot up at the sudden pinch near his rear. He looped his head around and looked but nothing was there. Shaking his temple he felt himself grow hot. He stood, trying his best to walk off the feeling but it only caused a bit of dizziness. Looking at him, his eyes held a red fog over them. He unconsciously looked up and was met with the smiling faces of the two gods as they laughed. He tilted his head in confusion before he stumbled on his own footing. Collapsing to the ground he threw his paws over his eyes. Hopefully, this will stop the feeling of all that spinning.

"Marshall?" The Dally's interest was pecked by the sexy voice that had entered his ears. Blinking he looked up. The sun rays modelled perfectly around the figure standing before him. His eyes were piercing and his frame, though small, was intoxicating.

"Ah you show concern for such a creature as I~?" Marshall purred, slowly rising up as to allow the dog before him to get an eyefull of his body.

"E-excuse me?" Tracker asked in a utterly confused tone. Marshall giggled a bit and stretched some, leaning his front down and his rear area up high. He slowly rotated his hips to emphasize his meaning.

"Forgive my previous speech. You are such broad maturity. However, you are still but a boy. Come night, I may be able to create a man~"

Tracker's jaw dropped and his eyes grew wide. His ears and tail stood on end. Did- did Marshall just full out admit that he intends to take Trackers virginity!?

Tracker tried to muster words but everything seemed to fail him. Marshall gave another slutty chuckle and came closer to the pup. Leaning close he licked Tracker's jaw.

"Or, if you prefer, we can deflower I at this very hour~" Tracker, finally coming back into reality, jumped back and gave a nervous laugh.

"Um, I g-got to go! Yeah! Um, see you round!!" With that the Hispanic dog ran to the distance. Marshall was dumbfounded for a split second before his mind was flooded with lewd imaginary.

Biting his lower lip as pink formed across his face, he said to himself, "Mm, mm, mm, gonna turn such pretty youth to a true man indeed~"

Far away from the sudden sexually awakened Dally, Tracker allowed his breathing to relax. What had come over his companion?

It made Tracker think. Was this always there? Had Marshall always had feelings like that towards him and figured that it was best to expose them now? After all, they just had a conversation about it. But, wouldn't that contradict it?

But something surged within him that he was a bit cautious to admit. He did have a bit of a crush on him. Slapping his face Tracker shook his head and pressed his paws hard against his eyes. Maybe when he opens them again Marshall will admit to playing it as a joke. Still, Tracker felt emotions bubble.

Just a few months ago he remembered humming sweetly and creating a fantasy where he and Marshall were married. He eventually got over it but still! Maybe this was a test to truly figure out how mature Tracker was but, what is a mature way to handle this.

Maturity is hard to pin point because of how loosely the phrase is used. A smart kid is considered mature but a violent video game with the M rating is considered childish to some adults. What is the true definition?

Glancing back Tracker saw Marshall happily bound to his firehouse, stepping inside and closing the door behind him. Giving a breath, Tracker
started to head towards the main lookout. As he passed by Marshall's home his sensative hearing picked up faint moaning. His face grew extremely hot as it came to his realization that Marshall was probably pleasing himself.

He shook his head and began to walk inside when he instantly ducked at a throw pillow. Looking in shook he saw Everest and Chase in a squabble. Currently, Everest had her paw pressed against his throat as the shepherd below her had his claws digging into her sides as if to not let her go.

"Let go or I'll kill you!!" She barked madly in his face, her fangs dangerously close to his head. Chase gave a smirk nonetheless and only gave praise.

"My love, would be an honor but not even death could hinder my beating blood for you." He sang. Everest hissed and pressed harder, Chase giving a gagging noise.

"STOP CALLING ME THAT!"

The others were cowering in the corner, too nervous to try and break it up. Tracker carefully walked over there.

"What-"

"Sshh, just watch." Tracker zipped him mouth and stood next to Rocky. In all honesty, this was bound to happen. At least it'll take his mind off of his current issue.