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Chapter 7

We laid there in my bed side by side, for what seemed like hours, as we looked out of the window, it was working its way toward sunset. Not that this time of year in the northwest was any good indicator of time. Dark came early around these parts, but right here and now, none of it really mattered.

"Want to take a shower?" he asked as he gently stroked my right ear.

"Yea, that would be nice," the juices of our love making still slightly moist splayed across our bellies.

I grabbed two towels from the closet and took them into the bathroom, with Rusty at my tail. The steam billowed up as I turned on the hot water in the shower portion of the tub. He rubbed my shoulders as we waited for the temperature to settle in at something usable. We stepped in. I stood closer to the shower head so that we could both be bathed in the warm water.

"So?" he asked, drawing out the question as to infer that I didn't need to answer right away.

"Does this make me gay?"

"Balls didn't touch, I think you're okay," he laughed.

I recalled, and they certainly had not, but then I realized that it was a joke. I smiled a bit, but I was still slightly worried that this might get me in trouble.

"Something wrong?"

"Well--"

"Hey, we're all put here to learn more about ourselves, and you can't just limit yourself through things like labels, or whether or not you fall into someone else's category.

"You should just be yourself, do what pleases you, you enjoyed it right?"

I listened to the running shower. I did enjoy it--there were lots of things to enjoy. Rusty was my friend, and I really enjoyed the connection that we shared during that time. It felt really good, for the most part. He put both paws on my shoulders and leaned in and kissed me.

"You don't have to answer just now."

We showered in silence, with a little cuddling while we just enjoyed each other presence and the hot water. Man, he was still big even when he wasn't hard. As I stood there and compared, I realized that I might not have been as small as I recalled.

* * *

I saw Rusty out. As he drove off, I already began to miss him and wished for him to spend the night with me. Yet, I knew that there would be more days to come. So I wasn't left feeling entirely too bittersweet.

Night approached, and I felt compelled to climb on the roof the way I used to with my dad. We'd sit up here for hours until dinner was ready. The sky was lined with clouds from the east, and I watched as the sky filled with a dark beautiful pink and amber. Right now, everything was right with the world. Rusty was right, labels meant nothing, I shouldn't have to fall under the status quo of other people's ideas, I was me, and right now, life was good.

Tomorrow would be the trial game, where I could prove myself.

As the sun sunk into the horizon and night claimed the sky, I simply watched the stars begin to shine.

I climbed back down and went into my room, the smell of the act still lingered in the air, and it helped to lull me into a slumber.

* * *

I woke up again, this time a little earlier than before. I was practically brimming with energy. I grabbed my sheets, though I wanted to keep the memories they held as close to alive as I could, but I wouldn't know what to do if my mother came home while I was gone. I took them down to the laundry room and threw them in, making very certain to pick up any of my clothes that I found along the way. I was missing a sock.

My shower was still hot and steamy while the washer did its thing.

I had all the time in the world to prepare myself a decent breakfast. Well, relatively. I put in some Eggo blueberry waffles and I made two eggs and washed them both down with some orange juice. I had the laptop with me, and was looking over several articles that I thought I would research while I was awake.

When I got to the bus stop, Corey was not there, and I looked over toward his house. All the lights were off and his mom's minivan was not around. I guess they were going away for the whole weekend. I made a note to stop by their house Sunday night.

My morning classes seemed to evaporate before my very eyes. Lunch was upon me, and I couldn't wait to see Rusty again.

He greeted me with a very catty smile. There was quite a bit of warmth and sincerity still in it. As I sat down, Lester had already begun to ask me if I was interested in a game that Rusty was running Saturday morning. They would teach me how to play. As lunch went on, Rusty didn't say much of anything to me at all, but would smile whenever we made eye contact.

As we walked away from the lunch hall, Lester asked me what I was doing this afternoon.

"Oh, I've got my first trial game after school," I said excitedly.

"Ah yes, jock stuff," Lester said with a bit of bitterness. "I was hoping you'd come over tonight, we watch some B-Horror movies Friday night and game in the morning after, so you can stay over if you like."

"That sounds like lots of fun," I said, "I'll just have to call my mom and let her know."

"My sister's driving me home after school, so if Rusty doesn't mind, I think he can give you a ride."

The words made Rusty chuckle, "Don't mind at all."

"That's settled then. I'll have to stop by the video rental place in town."

* * *

As I left my calculus class, Lars tapped me on the shoulder.

"Hey, it's all set. You're going to be on my team. I hope you can catch, I'm putting you in as a wide receiver."

I recalled the basketball game from yesterday, and I remember catching every pass and it help me feel confident that I could do.

"You're just going to have to be quick on your feet. Your friends from the other day will probably be gunning for you out on the field." They way he said it meant the two bullies from before.

That was a little disheartening. They were both quite a bit bigger than me.

"Don't worry, you'll do fine, even if you don't get put in, when we start playing other schools, you'll improve before the season's out." He gave me a big toothy smile and went the other way down the hallway.

I sighed. The guys who have been bullying me were just given the opportunity to take it out on me in a physical sense. Out there would be a battlefield where nobody could help me. A gloom seemed to pull over me. I didn't even notice that Rusty had caught up to me in the hallway.

"You look like someone just sucker punched you."

"I-I-ugh sorry, I didn't see you there."

He smiled, "Everything okay?"

"Yea, I just think that this trial's going to be harder than I originally thought. I might be in over my head."

"Will any of it matter in ten years?"

He had a point. I didn't think of this a something I wanted for a career or anything. Though the thought of being permanently injured didn't seem to jive too well with me either.

"Anyhow, I'll be there to watch you play. Then afterward you can explain to me what the whole point of football is." He gave me a very reassuring smile, and he walked me to gym class.

* * *

Coach let me warm up instead of having to run the track with the rest of the class. It also gave me time to wonder how I would have the unfortunate luck of having the bullies all on the same team opposite me.

I was at the end of the line. I could see Dennis on the same team with Lars and myself. However, he couldn't help protect me from the bullies. Lars let me know that he will throw it to me if I became open.

The ball was hiked and I tore off from the line, I could see one of them coming toward me, and when I glanced back, Lars took the opportunity and threw it toward me. It was a little further out than where my current momentum would've put me, but I pushed myself and met the ball in the air. As I caught it, I felt a massive force throwing me the opposite direction along with my spine. I came down hard onto the ground. I was winded.

Through the helmet, I could see Dennis standing over me, offering me help up. I took his hoof and he easily brought me to my footpaws. I was a bit dizzy, but it was clearing up pretty quickly.

"That was some hit there," he clapped me on the shoulder.

I somehow managed to get us to first down. I thought it was miraculous. When we huddled up again, Lars congratulated me. The next play he wanted to try was a hand-off. To me. I thought he was trying to get me killed, but I didn't feel as though the tackle had hurt me. Why not? Maybe I can impress the coach this way. Yea, if I were in all the plays, surely he'd see I was resilient and full of energy.

I was on the line again, hike! I dodged out of the way of the first attempt to tackle me. It was narrow, but he fell to the ground as I turned around quickly. Lars was waiting for the hand-off, and I grabbed it and ran length-wise across field, as I watched the opposite team realize that I had the ball. I had to push forward though, if I was tackled here, I would lose yardage for my team. I saw it coming out of the corner of my eye, and I juked backward and narrowly escaped another tackle, but the break in momentum meant that they would be on me soon. I spun toward the line and charged. I was heading right into more offensive, I willed my legs to carry me faster, I couldn't keep track of where first down was, but all I knew was I had to push forward. I cleared away from the line, and I ran along the boundary. I was running out of steam quickly. I saw a tackle coming right at me, and as I leapt out of bounds, he pounced at me. I tumbled to the ground, ball still in arm, I had jumped at the right time, otherwise he probably would've hit me like a freight train.

I lied on the grass for a little while catching my breath. Maybe Lars really was trying to get me killed.

We gathered up, and luckily for me it was going to be a running play that didn't involve me.

I was back in the line again. The ball was hiked again. Right off the bat something charged me and all I saw were stars. Under the stars, there was something else. I felt a rush of energy as my body smashed into the grass underneath me. Everything seemed a little bit more vibrant than it did a moment ago. I could hear the play as it was executed. We were third and six.

Dennis came by and helped me up to my footpaws again. "I must be getting tired," he said to me, "You feel heavier than before."

We needed this next play to count. The ball was snapped, and Lars held off until he could see a clear opening, and I was it. It was fast and the next thing I knew was I was in possession of the ball. There was one person rushing toward me in a heartbeat, and I wasn't sure what compelled me to go at him, but as he came down at me, I turned my shoulder into him. It sent him down to the ground as though the earth was pulled out from under him. The end zone was a ways away, but I knew that I could make it. I ran and I ran, and it seemed that nobody could keep up to me. I was there before I knew what was happening. I had scored my first touchdown.

Chapter 8

"That was pretty impressive there kiddo," Rusty admitted as I had walked out of the locker room. Lars was just as impressed, and he said that coach would definitely be keeping an eye on me as practice went on. The coach seemed convinced that my father had a football gene.

"I don't know, my body just reacted, I really didn't even know what I was doing out there."

"Well, that would be raw talent for you. I'm sure when you get more practice, you'll be able to refine it and know what your body is planning on doing."

"Yea?"

"I think I saw that in some kung fu flick some time ago."

"Everyone said that my dad was really good at all sports. Like the best athlete the school had ever seen."

"What did he go on to do at college?"

"Ugh, he never went to college, he sort of got into a business as a sales representative for a paper company. He was basically helping my mom pay for her journalism degree."

"That's nice of him."

"Yea. My mother thinks the world of him," I started to realize that I didn't know much about Rusty's home life. "What about you?"

"Dad is a CEO out at a tech company in Seattle, and my mom is a producer in Hollywood. I never see them. I take care of myself mostly. I was living with my grandmother until she died two years ago."

"I'm sorry to hear that."

"Don't be. I'm not. 'Nanna and I never saw eye to eye. She grew up a Baptist of some sort, and I liked to debate theology and philosophy. She really despised my Dungeons and Dragons group."

"So your parents didn't notice that she passed away?"

"No, no. They just asked me if I was independent enough to take care of myself. I had to tell them that since 'nanna was losing her mind anyway. I was doing all the cooking and cleaning. So they have my uncle occasionally stop by to check up on me and make sure I haven't burned down their house."

"Wow," I was slightly astonished at both his parents for being so careless in how he turned out, but it didn't seem like he was all that messed up. A bit different than the rest of the kids here, but not for the worse.

"I see that look in your eyes," he looked over at me, one eye still on the road, "Just because you don't have parents around doesn't mean that you'll be some unruly wild child. All one needs is perspective. To see one's self as a whole unit, and the path that you can create. That's what really makes you walk a straight line through life."

We pulled up to my house, and mother's car was still where she had left it. She probably still wouldn't' be back until Monday. I stepped out of the car, and as I walked behind the car, he called out to me, "Just grab whatever you might need for the weekend." I slowly meandered around to the driver's side and gently grabbed him by his collar.

* * *

Rusty kissed me again as we laid down upon my bed, "You're going to make us late, you know."

I kissed him again and slid my paw up his shirt and gently rubbed his tummy.

"He won't mind," Rusty admitted.

He let me take his shirt off and I kissed every square inch of his massive chest. I could hear his heart as it picked up its pace a bit with anticipation. His breathing also heavier as my kisses went lower and lower down past his belly. His belt was a bit tricky, but with his assistance, they came off with little hesitation. The metal ring was the first thing I saw, and was the first thing my tongue greeted. Rusty gasped a little as I slid the head of his cock into my awaiting hot mouth.

A paw gently eased the rest of my mouth down along the pulsating shaft as it engorged itself with a steady heartbeat. As I worked his member against my tongue into the back of my mouth, his paw moved south along my body, he easily undid my pants. He buried his paw against the jockstrap and started fondling my private parts.

My erection strained against the athletic supporter as it kept all my hormone charged junk tucked into one little package, but right now, it felt like the whole thing was going to burst at the seams. My paw naturally came to rest along the shaft of his cock and stroked it while he reach over to fondle my cock and balls. I tried to keep my mouth around his fat dick, but I couldn't keep a good pace from the electricity that was surging to get my package out of the jockstrap. He must have been able to sense my urgency, as he slid the dampened clothe to the side and my manhood was set free into the cooler air.

I moaned ever so slightly.

"Here," he grabbed me by the waist band and dragged my hips until they were over his face. He arched up a little and embraced my sweaty cock with his mouth.

I moaned ever so slightly more.

The heat of his maw encompassing my flesh felt amazing. My breathing went shallow as I searched for words to describe what I was feeling. He suckled it in his mouth, his coy and nimble tongue teasing around the head and playing with it while his lips worked upwards along the shaft. I wanted to share with him the euphoria that he was giving me, but my body was frozen from the pleasure as all I could do was let him swallow my dick.

I felt his paws part my cheeks. I hardly noticed that my own tail gave him easy access to the tender orifice back there. Rusty's digits slowly walked themselves closer and closer to my puckered hole that clamped down in anticipation for the intrusion. His paws squeezed tightly on my ass cheeks as he plunged a finger into me. This only succeeded to magnify my pleasure and paralyze me further. It wasn't as difficult to take this time. The fat member he had shoved in me the prior evening, made it easier for him to slip in finger. Then something happened, I felt him wiggle his digit, and I was harder than ever, the nerves in my dick began to sing as wave after wave of an orgasm rippled up my spine and through my body. He did it again, and I was incapacitated. Unable to say where the climax began and where it ended. He continued to work his maw and his tongue along my prick as it shot load after load into his throat.

I felt him work his digit out of me. I realized that my breathing had just resumed and I had moaned what little air was in my lungs as he finished milking my cock, and let it free to slap hard against my own abs. I collapsed down on top of his belly, letting my body recover from the paralysis of ecstasy.

He gently rolled me over onto my side. He turned to greet me, sperm still seeping out of the corners of his mouth. As he kissed me, I noticed his tongue was still covered in the salty substance. He slowly fed me my own spunk with each kiss.

Rusty took up a new position, kneeling over my face, his hard on, slapping my gently across my muzzle. He held my head firmly in place as his other free paw brought himself to climax. It splashed across my face right before he shoved it into my maw. I could taste him in each spurt, the musk driving twinges of electricity into my cock where it desired more but could not face the ache of its recent expenditure. He held my head as he slowly came down from his cloud.

He slid back enough so he could kiss me.

* * *

We still had plenty of time to clean ourselves up, so that we didn't smell of sex.

"So does Lester know?" I asked, slightly concerned that perhaps he might be judgmental.

"He probably knows about me," Rusty admitted as we walked into the QFC to grab snack foods for the movie. "It's just one of those unsaid things about me, Lester knew one or two of the girls I dated in the past, but I just wasn't all that into them. That must have been at least apparent to him."

"So--"

"I've had three girlfriends in the last 4 years," he recollected, "Let me guess, you've never been with anyone?"

He could read me like a book.

"I just, have had a hard time meeting new people. It just seemed to have all changed when high school started." I admitted.

"You could've easily fallen in with the wrong crowd, you could've been a jock," he laughed.

We walked down the aisle between the beer and the junk food, hunting something down. "What sounds good to you?" He asked.

"I don't know," I replied, "My mom hardly ever buys junk food."

"Yea, that's probably for the best. You'll live longer that way." We had grabbed two bags of chips and some salsa to go with. "Does this constitute as healthy?"

* * *

We arrived at Lester's house, which wasn't so far from the school. The house was a bit smaller than my own, and I was surprised to remember that Lester had six siblings.

"You're wondering how they all live together under a small roof?"

"I'm getting that predictable?"

"No," he smiled, "It was the first thought that I had when he first brought me over to his house in the fifth grade."

"So then, how do they do it?"

"Share and share alike. They share rooms, and this year, the twins went off to college at Wazzu, their eldest still lives here, over the weekends, he's been going to U-Dub for the last two years. Les has always known how to share."

Lester's mother greeted us at the door, she was an otter roughly in her forties, and was quite friendly; she gave Rusty and me a hug. "Lester is ordering pizza for you guys, I hope you like meat lovers. I know you do, Rusty."

"Thanks for having me over Mrs. Hoffman," I said.

"Such wonderful manners too," she smiled, "Why didn't either one of you tell me he was such a gentleman?"

"We thought it would be a good surprise," Rusty chided, "As well as a good change of pace."

"Oh you," was her response. She let us through the threshold, and it was in a pretty decent shape for the amounts of testosterone that must have been abundant in the house. It was very worn in and looked very cozy. "So, Randell won't be coming home this weekend, he's going to stay in Seattle. So you two can take his room."

Chapter 9

I had never seen the Ring before. It was a little scarier than I thought it was going to be, it was pretty suspenseful. We watched it with two of Lester's younger brothers and his mother. The pizza was fantastic and the popcorn was quite tasty. Everyone cleared out of the room save for Lester's sister, one of his older brothers, Rusty and me.

"So you're joining the campaign?" Elle asked me.

I didn't even realize that she was talking to me, Rusty spoke for me, "Yea, he's new, so you're going to have to go easy on him."

"Oh, yea, I've never played anything like this," I added.

"He's got a lot of comic book knowledge though, that's got to count for something."

"No problem then," she started to go through a backpack, "Did you want to set up your character now?"

Rusty and Elle went through the sourcebooks with me, and we decided that I would play a Dwarven Physical Adept. We went through and created a back story, and it was pretty funny, and most of it I had borrowed ideas from several comic books. All the while, we finished the last pieces of pizza and some other movie playing in the background.

It was nearly one in the morning when everything started to wind down. I wasn't really all that sleepy, but everyone else was. I couldn't explain it. I really should have been exhausted from all the activity today. Rusty and I were all that were left in the room. He gently rubbed my shoulder and said that he was going to bed. It was an invitation.

Mrs. Hoffman gave Rusty some new sheets to put on the bunk beds, and he had set them up while Elle was explaining game mechanics to me.

"Want the bottom bunk?" He asked as I stepped into the cozy little room.

"I-"

He smiled, "Good," he took my paw and dragged me into bed with him. He was quite warm, and he positioned me against his chest and wrapped his arms around me. It was too comfortable to deny. Slept overwhelmed me and I was passed out with his heavy and regular breathing. It felt great as we snuggled beneath the blankets he threw over us.

* * *

"Morning," Lester had come into the room in the morning.

We were still spooning, and I was awake before Rusty. He was still passed out. His gentle snoring was a perfect indicator of his status. It didn't take me long to snap into being fully awake. This was an awkward position.

"Oh, don't worry, Rusty probably has sleep apnea, it takes him forever to wake up."

"I can--"

"No need to worry," Lester said as he sat down on the bed opposite the bunk bed. "Rusty's been like a brother to me since we were in elementary school. I think I know him better than he knows himself.

"So, this doesn't surprise me." He smiled, "I just didn't think it would happen this quickly. Some people just click, I guess.

"Anyhow, I brought you a towel, if you wanted to shower, or clean off."

"We didn't--"

"I'm kidding, jeez," he laughed, "the walls are rather thin, so we would've heard if you guys were doing anything."

I didn't know how to respond.

"Anyhow, we're taking the young ones over for swim practice, we'll be back after Elle and I drop them off."

He smiled and left the room. It was silent and still, save for the snoring cougar. I was still feeling slightly awkward by what had just transpired. I guess it did happen quite swiftly. Maybe it was as Rusty had said, the body sometimes just takes over for you, and something like teenage hormones were a terrible beast to try and tame. I still hadn't come to the realization that this all might make me gay.

Rusty wrapped his arms around me tightly as he came around. How long had it been since Lester left? An hour? Rusty relaxed his hug, and returned to snoring. Well, guess he wasn't ready quite yet to wake up. It was still very comfortable, and I let myself fall back to sleep.

* * *

The game was a lot of fun. Many of Elle's and Lester's friends had come to play. It was made apparent that the otter clan had a lot of friends, and this was a social event they did quite often. Everyone was comfortable with one another and they were very friendly and welcomed me to their campaign. I had an incredible time. It was difficult to keep track of time, the sun had gone down quite a while ago when everything came to a close, and Elle left the game hanging on a thread.

Rusty drove me home that night, "You look sleepy," he told me as we drove through the night.

"Yea, this week has been pretty tough on me."

"You seem to be adapting well."

"I think it's wearing down on me, but I think after some sleep I should be better. Thanks for," I thought about it for a moment, "Thanks for everything."

He put a paw on my thigh as he drove. We drove with some Frank Sinatra piping through the speakers. The night sky coming in from the east. The lights were on at the house when we got there.

"Did you want to meet my mom?"

"Sure," he said slowly, "Anything I should be warned about?"

"You'll be fine."

We walked up to the door and walked in.

"Welcome home, honey! Have you had any--" she rounded the corner from the kitchen, "dinner. Hi. I'm Clayton's mother, Sandra." She extended her paw.

"Hi, I'm Russell."

"Ah, you must be Rusty then? I haven't heard much about you. I swear."

"Nothing bad I hope?"

"Not much, just that you want to be a writer."

"It's going go well with the International Business degree that my dad signed me up for."

"That's a tough one. Where will you be going?"

"University of Washington."

"A husky?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"I was a PLU girl myself."

They talked for a while, about authors that they liked and some various career opportunities. Mother sat us down for dinner, and they continued to talk. She laughed a lot more in the dinner hour than she had in years. She made some tea, and we sat in the den. It turned out that Rusty had read a few articles that my mother had written years ago. They discussed quite a lot of things, a lot of it above my head.

"There's just so much that we don't know about these people with powers," Rusty informed her.

"It's true, but some people are working on it, trying to figure it out. I'm writing an article on what some scientists call Presence. They say it's just a theory right now, but they're saying that these super powered people have some sort of innate telepathic link, gives off an energy."

"Like an aura?"

"Yea, that's it. Anyhow, this aura just makes people like them, or dislike them; it sort of varies from person to person."

"That's strange," Rusty admitted.

"Of course, we as normal people aren't really aware of what's going on. Out of several tests, most of the powered people don't realize that they give off any sort of energy like that."

Rusty and mom continued to talk, while I slowly began to daze off in my chair. They talked about all sorts of stuff, and my mother was smiling and having a good time. I'm glad that they got along from the get go.

* * *

Rusty was gone by the time I woke up. I blamed my fatigue on the small food coma that my mother had induced.

"Clayton?"

I unsuccessfully rubbed some of the sleep out of my eyes with my paw.

"There's something we need to talk about," she sounded quite serious. "The coach called me while I was out of town, said he was concerned about you."

"Huh?"

"Well, he said that it could be possible that your father taught you how to be good at football, but it didn't explain the fact that you nearly gave another kid who weighs over a hundred pounds more than you a concussion. He thinks you're taking steroids."

"Mom! I'm not-"

"I know you're not. A, it's not that easy to acquire, and B, you're not getting enough allowance for it. Nor have you been really been dipping from the rainy day funds."

"So?" I was confused.

"There's something that I've been meaning to tell you over the last few years. It has something to do with your father."

I was about to interrupt her and say that I knew that he was still alive, and she was being delusional about leaving her, but she spoke first.

"Your father was a super hero."

"What?"

"Clayton, your father was the Crimson Wolf. He made me promised to tell you if I should outlive him, but I suppose he never really specified how long after he died I should tell you. Long story short, I kept it from you, in case you didn't show any signs of coming into powers.

She sighed, "There were times that I thought, like the time you fell out of the tree and didn't break a bone, or the fact that you've never had any childhood diseases. I really should've known. I just didn't want you to be disappointed if you never developed any powers. It's a really hard let-down to be told you're the son of a super hero and just turn out to be a regular person like everyone else."

It's true; some of the greatest super heroes had children that showed no aptitude for any such powers. The Crimson Wolf though, he was a very powerful hero. I didn't know if I could believe what I was hearing, yet it didn't sound like a lie. She wrote non-fiction after all. I don't think I ever made that connection. That my father disappearing and the death of the Crimson Wolf, that they were the same person.

"I gave someone a concussion?"

"Almost. That's beside the point."

My mother went on to explain to me the things that occurred with my father when he was growing up. She said that neither one of his parents had any abilities, though he documented his changes well. One of the first things he noticed was that he was stronger, more agile, and faster than most people, not by a noticeable amount at the beginning, but it became a lot more apparent by the end of his junior year.

It was hard for my father to figure out what exactly his powers were, and what he should be looking for. In the end, he said that it was all about looking into what made him feel better, made him feel more powerful.

The Crimson Wolf was known to draw blood for energy, be it his own, or somebody else's. He could even control other people's blood. Where that tied into me, I didn't know.

"So, there are lots of theories about what exactly a child of a powered person inherits, more often than not, they're similar to that of the parent. Your father could feel other people's pulses, and it helped it figure out if people were lying to him and stuff like that. He knew my heart beat hardest when I was around, that's why he asked me out our freshman year to the homecoming game."

She sighed with the same resignation that she always does when memories come back to her.

We talked a little while longer, and we weren't able to come to a solution. We settled with trying to figure it out over time, that we just need to be careful with the powers I had now.

* * *

The conversation tapered off, left on a note about how I should really try to enjoy my childhood, and to not let any of this change who I am. That I should identify myself as me, and not by what I can do.

If I had Rusty's clever way with words, I might have been able to argue that the things I can become do help determine who I am in the here and now.

"So Russell," she said.

I didn't know what she wanted to hear.

"You like him?"

That certainly didn't help my disposition on what I should say her.

We sat in silence in my room for what seemed to stretch out into forever. She finally broke it with, "If you were gay for him, I'd be okay with that."

"You would?"

"I knew it." Did I just incriminate myself? She just smiled and gave me a hug. "I sort of knew, I just ignored all the signs. Just like your eventual powers."

"You knew? I hardly even knew," I admitted, it seemed to me that I just stumbled into it, the way one would when they stumbled into a gully.

"The signs were there, you never seemed interested in girls, you were always trying to keep Corey close to you, in something that seemed like a little more than best friends. All the little things."

It had never occurred to me that I was attracted to Corey. Granted there were times when we would go to the pool, and I caught myself looking a little longer than I should. That was just, me, comparing how our bodies had changed. Though, he had a much earlier start on the whole puberty thing than me.

"I love you, Clayton."

"I love you too mom."

"Go to sleep honey," she sighed and gave me another squeeze of a hug, "If there's anything you need to talk about, we can talk about it later."

Chapter 10

There was a lot to digest, and it made it difficult to sleep. What powers would I have? What was I going to do for a costume? I need a super hero name. I guess that came back to the fact that I still don't know what my powers were, or what they were going to be.

My mother did say that strength, agility and speed were the basics that all super powered people had. Though, stronger than the average person, didn't say much. I recalled the weight training room, and how easy it was to bench. The Crimson Wolf didn't come to his full strength until later? How strong could I possibly get?

I looked out the window and into the deep night sky, my last thoughts before I was carried off into the land of slumber were, "Maybe I can fly. That would be nice."

I dreamt of many things that night. Including a dream in which my father had needed my assistance with saving the city. Though, it didn't dawn upon me what my powers were. I couldn't fly, so I ran along under his shadow as he soared between buildings, and as we approached the harbor, there was a monster coming out of the lake. It swung at me, and as I tried to jump out of the way, it still connected and sent me hurdling out of my dream.

I woke up halfway off my bed, sheets and pillow on the ground, a long trail of saliva still connecting me to the pillow.

The sun had just come up, and I was still tired. Did I even sleep? Perhaps, I dreamt the whole thing about having super powers. I didn't feel very damn super at all.

I dragged myself into the shower, and tried to wash away the haze, but it didn't seem to help. I was still dead tired. I could smell the coffee that my mother usually puts on for herself waft up the stairs. I felt a pang of hunger. I changed into my clothes, with a grand amount of effort. I started to walk down the stairs when I realized that I had missed the first step.

I tumbled down the stairs and found myself on my back at the bottom looking up at the flight of stairs.

"Clayton!" my mother came rushing in from the other room. "What happened?"

I picked myself up, and dusted myself off, "Super agility my ass."

"You were testing out your powers inside the house?"

"No, mom. I just tripped over my tail. I was sleepy and--wow, now I'm wide awake." I was feeling energetic, and it wasn't just from a surge of adrenaline.

"Usually, falling on your butt wakes you up."

"This feels a little different."

"Well," she thought for a minute, "Obviously, you're not flying quite yet."

"How did dad know he could fly?"

"It took him a while, your father didn't inherently have a way to fly, but after he fought with Kinetika, he learned how to control blood inside of people's bodies, including his own. So just like her, she used her telekinesis to lift herself up so that she could fly, so he simply lifts the blood inside of himself to fly."

"That sounds complicated."

"It is honey. When he first started, he had to put a lot of concentration on manipulating all the blood in his body. As they say, practice makes perfect."

"So what makes you think that I can't fly?"

"Well dear, you just fell down some stairs."

"Anyone can have accidents."

She smirked, "Yes, but usually your body's going to react in ways to protect itself, it's built directly into the lower part of your brain." She turned around, "But just think of coming into your powers like puberty, it's not always over night, and you will have hiccups every now and again."

"Hiccups?"

* * *

I wanted to share the information with Corey, two things stopped me. There was the fact that you should really keep an identity secret, as so you don't make everyone else a target. The other fact was simpler than the first, Corey wasn't at the bus stop. He hadn't returned from his trip with his mother. Perhaps his grandfather was really sick.

The whole week went by and there was still no word from Corey. School went by in a dizzying blur. Football practice was not as interesting, as I started to hold back from what I could do. Did my dad have the same problem? He must have found a way to cleverly disguise his powers. So I held back.

Rusty drove me home from practice every day, and we had dinner with my mother. They thoroughly enjoyed each other's company, and both seemed to enjoy teasing me when the opportunity arose. Every night while I did my homework, my mother researched stuff on what it was like growing up to find out you had super powers.

On that Thursday, she told me that there really wasn't a comprehensive guide to growing up with powers.

"So do you think you'll write a book about it?" I asked her.

"Do you mind?"

"Mind?" Was she asking me if she could do a biography on me?

"You know, since some of it would be based on your growing up, your father's growing up. I'll publish it as fiction of course. Wouldn't want people to actually think that my son is a super powered kid and son of Crimson Wolf."

"I don't mind."

"Good, won't have to delete what I started."

"You already started it?"

"Well, sort of. I had kept a little teeny tiny journal since the day you were born."

"That's creepy you know," I muttered as I went back to my homework.

"Not as creepy as that fellow that was stalking your father. Now, that guy was a creep." She laughed, "He wasn't even stalking Crimson Wolf, just, you know, your father."

"Dad had a stalker?"

"Well, your father was very handsome. I couldn't blame the poor guy."

* * *

So I had passed the "random" urine sample test that they screened our football team. Lars thought it was hilarious that we had to take it, since we hardly ever win the homecoming game.

"It would be a damn shame too, if we could have some juiced up players, I bet we might be able to take on the other schools."

"For now," the tiger sitting next to Lars, "We just have to deal with the QB who can't throw a worthwhile pass to save his life."

Lars laughed jovially, "Too right, you'll probably do better next year."

Dennis piped in, "Short stuff over here can catch."

"Yea he can," the tiger grinned widely, "even despite those horrendous passes into a crowd of people." The tiger turned to me and introduced himself, "Hi, the name is Dirk, short for Derrick."

I shook his paw. Turns out that he was the quarterback on the opposite team last week. He was going to be Lars' replacement went Lars graduated.

Lars put an arm around me, "But he had a trial by fire, so now coach is putting him into the game. He learned the plays pretty quickly, so I think we're not going to be completely humiliated for the homecoming game." I wasn't hard to figure out that the team hasn't really seen too many victories since my father had left the school all those years ago. Now I sort of felt like perhaps my father was cheating at this. I knew the game was tonight, and my mother and I had never really discussed whether I should be using my powers for something like this.

All she had said was that she rather I didn't play, but, father turned out to still be a pretty decent human being. That this was up to me to decide. Oh, and to also let her know of my decision, and possibly how I came to that decision. She also suggested Venn diagrams on possible paths I could go with it. I suppose I could stroke her ego by telling her I tried to think what she would've done in this situation.

As we suited up and had our pep talk from the coach, who's eyes kept coming back to me, I decided that I would just try not to knock anyone bigger than me over.

* * *

Lars had planned it out to make me the secret weapon. I would warm the bench for the first half, as long as we could keep them from scoring. The only hole that neither Lars, nor the coach foresaw was that we were completely outclassed. We were down thirty-five to zero by the end of the first quarter. It didn't help that Lars kept throwing interceptions. From the sidelines, I could see that he was throwing it further than where it needed to be, they were good passes, just too demanding of the receivers.

"Hart!" the coach yelled out, "You're in."

I was on the line, and I was noticeably smaller than everyone there. It was slightly liberating to know that there was no way that any of them could seriously hurt me. Or could they? I had strength, but did I have resilience?

Defense. I could do tha--

I found myself buried underneath a hulking lineman. Ow. Okay, perhaps I could be hurt. The play continued on without me. As I let the air escape my lungs and took another breathe, I felt invigorated. What was this? I picked myself up, and I felt better than I had before. As we walked up to the line again, they had a good thirty yards to go and were first down again.

I was ready this ti--

I was once again slammed into the ground. However, this time it didn't feel like it had hit me as hard. My uniform felt a little tighter around me. The guy who had knocked me to the ground gave me a paw to help me up. He was a mastiff.

"I think your coach is trying to get you killed," he said to me through his mouth piece.

"I'm doing okay."

He laughed, "You're far more masochistic than me."

We lined up again. Twenty-one yards to goal. The ball was hiked, as the mastiff bored into me, he couldn't knock me down. There was an amazingly surprised look on his face, but I couldn't savor it for very long. I spun around him, and slipped through the line, their vulnerable quarterback was in front of me. At the last second, I remembered it would be best not to go full out into him. I slowed myself down and I could see the horror in his face as I took him down.

They called a time out.

Dennis was the first to pat me on the back. "That was amazing!"

"Yea, I managed to slip right by their defender." I was very certain that that was not the same story that the mastiff was telling his teammates. It would probably be better if I did something else, other than turn the tables on someone nearly two-hundred pounds heavier than me.

They had saw it as a fluke, but the mastiff was no longer standing before me, they seemed to have swapped him out with someone more agile than his predecessor. The ball was snapped and instead of greeting him head on, I leapt back and let him fall in front of me. I was a lot more agile, even under the gear that now felt like nothing. I saw their receiver break away from the cluster, and he looked like the only one, our own guys couldn't keep up with him. I targeted in, and ran toward him. There was the pass, the trajectory was flawless from what I could see, but I managed to get there before their receiver. I could feel it in my paws, I held the ball. Intercep--

I was lying on the ground again.

By half-time, we had stalled their advantage. They simply couldn't score any more points. As we played, it became apparent that I could quickly intercept every pass they made, that I could take down their runners with ease. I didn't want to draw too much attention to myself, so I had to simply be there to make sure I stopped them from catching it.

When we had the offense, I would let them tackle me when it was appropriate, and I kept myself two paces ahead of them when I had an opening. I had to be careful still, as the tackles came in, I felt my gear getting tighter and lighter around me. It was as though the energy that I received was also manifesting itself in a physical sense. Under the gear it was hard to tell, because it was already rather bulky, but from the inside, I could feel it as it seemed to shrink around me.

We lost nine to thirty-five.

Chapter 11

I was having difficulties changing out of my gear, the fabric of the jersey didn't want to stretch any further than where it was at. I was pretty sure, that the armor was about ready to burst and hit everyone with shrapnel.

"Hey kid," Lars came up to me, "You were pretty awesome out there, next time, tell the coach that you'd rather play on offense with me." He gave me a firm slap in the ass as he walked past. I thought I heard the chest plate snap like a soft twig. I was shocked that he did that, and then suddenly very unnerved that I might explode.

I left the locker room before Dennis could do the same thing. I was sure it would pop the rest of my gear.

Rusty was waiting for me. He smiled and waved at me. He cocked his head out and brought out a pair of spectacles and put them on.

"Something's different about you, you look, bigger."

"I can exp--you wear glasses?"

"Yea, absolutely hate them though."

"They make you look more sophisticated."

"They make me look old. You were going to explain how you suddenly look like you put on fifty pounds of muscle?"

"I--can we talk on the drive home?"

We got in his car and left the school grounds, heading in the general direction of my house. I just needed to get away from there, before I would have to explain it to more than one person.

"So," he said, dragging the word out to fill the empty part of the conversation, "Game was good, you need a new jersey."

I looked down, and across my chest, the jersey had ripped. "Yea, I don't know how exactly I should tell you this." I really didn't. I couldn't exactly start from the beginning. Though, to say my father was the Crimson Wolf might have done it. Though, I am not sure if that was okay for me to do that. Mom might not want other people to know. So that left me with the option of just telling him about me.

"You juicing?" he asked rather meekly, it sounded as though he didn't want to offend me with the term. Though I really had no idea what that was.

"Juicing?"

"You know," he said lightly, "steroids?"

I laughed, "No. No."

"Okay, I had heard that people on steroids were typically really aggressive and easily angered."

We continued to drive. I think he was giving me time to try to figure how exactly I wanted to phrase what I needed to tell him. The words were all blank, I couldn't even begin to paraphrase. Perhaps, I could start off with "Have you ever met anyone with super powers? Now you have?" No, that would just sound lame. The night had fully engulfed us, but I started to realize that we were not on our way to my house. I had begun to see heavily forested areas.

"Rusty?"

"Yes?"

"Where are we?"

"We're almost to my house."

"Oh."

"I figured you wouldn't mind, you didn't say where you particularly wanted to go."

"I--" he was right. I didn't specify whether or not he should be taking me home. I had just assumed that we were going back to my place.

"Don't worry, I asked your mom already."

I wasn't sure if I should be slightly concerned that Rusty and my mother were communicating outside of when he visited. "When did you, ugh, ask my mom?"

"She was at the game, she left before the end, and she told me to congratulate you on doing your best."

She must have seen that I was holding back, I'm sure she had known that father held back a lot toward the end of his high school days. She also must have known that Rusty and I were dating. Maybe she wanted to give me time to spend with him and perhaps reveal to him that I was a lot more different than either one of us could have guessed? Is that how my father did it?

"She also told me that I need to teach you the way of gay buggery."

"What?"

"I'm kidding," he laughed, "She said to have fun, so I assumed she meant that it was okay for me to drag you into my bed and have my way with you."

"I'm pretty sure that's not what she meant when she said to have fun."

"Oh, I think it is," he laughed, "She even winked."

He had to be lying. Right?

"You think I'm lying?"

"And if I do?"

"I say you get tickle tortured when we get home!"

* * *

We drove along through the woods, Rusty didn't bring up the conversation we really needed to be having. I still hadn't figure out the necessary words that needed to be said. He played Ella Fitzgerald in the background as we drove up a windy switch back laden hill. Time still ticked away, and it didn't seem to improve the improper sequence of words that needed to pass through my maw.

He came to a halt in the middle of no-where. Maybe this was where he was going to make a stand and tell me to spit it out?

"Damn, there's a tree in the middle of the road."

It all clicked. "So Rusty? I've been meaning to tell you something for a while."

"Well, there goes the hope of me tickling it out of you later."

"I'm serious."

I undid my seatbelt and stepped out of the car, he followed suit. I walked up to the fallen tree that lay across the road. "I didn't know about this until just yesterday, and it's sort of seemed to come out of nowhere. I have super powers."

He didn't take his eyes off of me, "I don't know what to say to that."

"Here, just watch," I squatted and wrapped my arms around the trunk of the tree. It was awkward to lift it from where it was, but I managed to get it up, and prop it on my knee. That afforded me a better grasp on it, and I swung it so that it lay just off the side on the road. It landed with a mighty thud.

He didn't react at first, and I didn't know what the typical reaction was for people showing you that they were a super hero, or possibly super villain. Some people freak out, some people struck with awe and amazement, some people pass out. Comic books at this point wouldn't prepare me for what happens in the real world. To most people, you don't see anyone with super powers. You see super heroes or super villains, never their less than super, average, mundane alter ego. There was only really ever one super powered person for every other hundred million people. So the odds that you reveal your powers to someone is not a regular occurrence, by any small measure.

"Rusty?"

It pulled him out of a daze, "Huh? Oh, right. Sorry, I didn't mean to, I was just thinking."

"Just tell me whatever you're thinking."

"I, ugh, I wish my powers were as cool."

"If you never want to talk--your powers?"

"I can sort of control light."

He put his paw out, and as he closed his grasp, the headlights on his car dimmed and they went dark. He held his paws closed for a little while, and when he opened them, the light came back. We walked back into the car and drove the rest of the way.

"Can you focus it into like a laser beam, like Lazer Gun Lioness?"

"No," he sighed, "My powers kind of suck. I just never found a practical use for it."

"Can you, black out a room or anything like Shadow Fox?"

"I couldn't at first, and it's been getting easier to do since I started practicing in my own time."

* * *

"You could be called, the Flashlight."

"Do you know how stupid that sounds?" We walked up his driveway with the three port garage. The place was a mansion, built with stone, almost like a castle. It wasn't very old, and looked somewhat modern in style.

"Oooh, how about Nova?"

"Oooh, how about no? Besides, you don't even have a name, and you're a lot more powerful than my stupid power."

"A power is a power, doesn't have to be super strength or anything like that."

"So," he asked as we made way up the wide circular staircase, "How are we going to get you out of that uniform? From a purely academic standpoint."

"Academic my ass."

He simply smiled at that. The gear wasn't as tight fitting after I had lifted the tree, so I presumed that I was a little like a bank for energy. My body probably absorbed the impacts from the tackles and Rusty suggested that I probably metabolize it, feeding my muscles and strengthening myself.

"I think I can slip out of it."

"Funny, you seemed to have shrunk a little since we first got into the car," he sized me up as he took off my jersey. "Oh wow."

I looked where his eyes were, and underneath my gear, I was ripped. My pecs stood out, my abs were distinctly cut masses of muscle, my biceps had filled out well. I looked like I could've been right out of a magazine.

"Let's get you out of the rest your uniform, for some less than academic study."

* * *

The task of getting out of my uniform wasn't as difficult as I had thought it would be. Rusty couldn't help but stare. I knew exactly what he was looking at. The process of whatever my super power was, also added muscle to my body. The muscles were powerful and I looked like hundreds of hours worth of bodybuilding. Yet, it didn't hinder any of my agility nor flexibility, as Rusty would soon find out.

As he laid me down upon my back, inspecting every tuft of fur on my chest, pressing his paws against the firmness that wasn't there before. He explored my whole body with both paws and his kisses. He removed the last article of clothing, the jock strap. Free from its restraints, it slapped hard against my abs. I looked up to see why Rusty had stopped what he was doing, and then it became apparent. Like everything else that had suddenly oversized; my dick was a lot quite a bit longer and much thicker than it was just before the game.

The head of it rested on my belly-button, pre-cum slowly filling it like a small wolf-made lake. Rusty dipped a digit into the small pool of it, and rubbed it between my glans, it send sharp jabs of ecstasy down my shaft and up my spine and finally into my brain. My hips bucked a bit into his paw as it wrapped around the top of my shaft.

With his free paw, he reached over and grabbed the lube off his countertop. He dobbed a few squirts of it onto the head of my cock and let it run down the shaft, I could feel the cool liquid as it warmed its way down my balls and into the cleft of my cheeks. He began to stroke the entire length of my member slowly, his other paw rubbing the tender edges of my tailhole. I arched my hips instinctively to grant him easier access.

He played with me gently for what felt like forever. Several times he brought me close to the edge. My eyes were shut as he did this, but I could feel him watching me ever so closely to gauge how close I was to having an orgasm. As a wave of relaxation passed over me, I felt him slowly introduce a digit inside of me. I tried to relax the best I could.

"You're tighter than ever," he said.

"Sorry," I tried to apologize and relax further.

"No, that's a good thing," he raised my legs just a little higher and rubbed the head of his cock against my hole. I could feel the searing heat of it while I tried to relax my muscles more. I fought against the anticipation that wanted to close myself off to him. He leaned toward me, and it slipped in. It filled me and I couldn't help but feel complete. As he pushed deeper, his tummy brush against my balls and gently squeezed them between the two of us. He continued to drive his hard prick inside of me, quick on the upstroke and slow on the down stroke.

He pulled out completely, and rolled me over and propped me onto my knees. He grabbed my tail, and pulled me back down onto his awaiting hard-on. I gasped as he barreled his fat dick inside of me, I wasn't sure if he could see my eyes roll back into my head as he guided my head down into his pillows. They smelled of him. Rusty struck something inside of me, and it made a glob of precum jet out of my pulsating cock. His paw engulfed my cock and he began to pump my rear end harder and faster. As he slammed into me, it forced my own prick to rub up against his paw. I could feel my heartbeat racing between his paw and my cock.

My face hard pressed against his pillows breathing his scent in, his erection slamming against my insides, I let loose a torrent of sperm into his sheets. I could feel his pulse as his own dick began to shoot his cream inside of me. He pulled out, he jerked himself the rest of the way, I could feel the hot juices and they rolled down along my nutsack and down my legs. As I began to relax and let the afterglow consume me, I felt him grab my hip and shove it right back into my hole. He bucked against me for a while longer, until he grew soft inside of me. He collapsed on top of me, and I lied down in my own spunk.

I wasn't very sleepy, but I could hear the cousin of death carry Rusty off into the dream world. He snored ever so slightly, his prick finally slipping out of me. I let the warm feeling of sex fill me with its rapture, enjoying what I could before sleep finally took me to join him.