Done With It All - Chapter 1
Written by Aurem
Done With It All Chapter 1 - Return to Mutte By Aurem Ben slammed his fist to the table, his other hand tugging his hair in frustration. Ben Tenthousand is what he had seen in his brief trip to the future, but it wasn’t his future any more. Small changes, like knowing what was ‘going’ to happen, had changed it. So now he was here, in his small apartment agonizing over a pile of bills from utilities, his college loans, and repair charges for his most recent bit of Hero Work. Being a hero didn’t pay. With the Plumbers down and all other Earth based groups not willing to take the target that employing him would be, he was solo. Spotty part time jobs were fine at first, but missing so much work when he was needed had left bad impressions and almost no one was willing to hire him anymore. He had taken his first pink slip with humor, knowing that it was worth the trade off. Saving people had always made him happy, and more aliens were immigrating here, to Earth, knowing that recent advances had made it a safe thing to do. He shook his head and sat back, head craned backwards over the chair. There, framed for irony, was the first pink slip. Unfortunately the humor hadn’t lasted and the rest were tucked into a bulging envelope on the counter. His apartment was clean, but looked almost unlived in now. Last month had seen him pawning off the last of his electronics, including the TV. A small dresser with maybe five outfits stood next to the bed that lay directly on the floor. Kitchen was stocked with a few pots and pans along with long lasting staples. No telling when he’d have to leave Earth at a moment’s notice after all. The Rust Bucket had been more home than this, truly. His Grandpa had passed away years ago now, though, and he and Gwen hadn’t spoken much in the last two. It was kind of depressing. Sometimes he just wanted to leave it all behind and... maybe he should? Ben perked up slightly at the thought, tapping his chin. What was actually stopping him from following that line of thought? His eyes traced over the bills again. Things he only really used to have a place to sleep when in human form. Other times he was out saving people and when he wasn’t able to get home, many of his forms were easily able to endure and enjoy such times. Diamondhead alone didn’t even need actual food. If he wanted to eat basically anything, then Wildmutt was an option. In fact, being in that form was very comforting. No sight and being able to focus on smell and instinct... The Omnitrix sat silently on his wrist. There really was nothing to stop him here. Just make a cache for his clothes and what was left of his money. End his lease right now since it was just month to month. Perhaps set up a P.O. Box for any mail needs... Yeah, he could do this! With the decision made, as much as he ever made decisions like that, Ben started the process to get it done. Setting up a cache was easy as pie. Something that his Grandpa had taught him so long ago now. Signing the paperwork to end his renting went off without a hitch. With some late payments in the past he was sure he caught a hint of relief from the manager. He idly wondered if the only reason that he hadn’t been kicked out before now was his status as a hero. He’d certainly broken the terms enough to have warranted the expulsion. Utilities were handled and then closed down, no longer needed and taking a bite out of his meager savings. Though the rest was in an account that he used to hire a large P.O. Box. He wasn’t sure how often he would be able to check on it but with that much space he was sure that it wouldn’t fill up between times he could! Handing over the keys on his last day felt akin to when he had been imprisoned and was being released. The cuffs falling away as it were. The day was a little dreary but to Ben it was as if the sun was shining on him as he walked away. The Omnitrix hummed on his wrist and he smiled. Where would he go and what would he do? Who really knew? But one thing was for sure, he’d be damn happy to find out along the way. ... New York was both a blessing and a curse to Ben. Full of people, and crime. The scents were a little overwhelming at times when in his new default form of Wildmutt, but at the same time it exhilarated him. Stopping petty (and some major, by human standards) crimes scratched his hero itch and between that he was content to roam. Aliens were a more common sight these days and simply requesting the Omnitrix to rest on a different location on his body left him disguised entirely. Children were actually one of his favorite things about his new life. Pure positive contact is what he had started thinking about them. Happily approaching and asking if they could pet him. He didn’t have any ears to tug or a weak tail to yank, so there was no harm done at all. A few times he was hugged or petted without permission but he always happily shrugged it off when the parents apologized for their children. Saving them was also becoming his favorite thing. Before he would go for any crime, but now he always kept his ears and nose open to prioritize. Children didn’t deserve to be caught up in crimes and unless they had a fear of dogs his presence seemed to bolster them when he saved them. A physical manifestation to say ‘It’s over. You’re safe.’ He was getting a small reputation with local police and some even approached him in the park he had decided to stay in when new cases involving children came up. Within a few weeks his most regular contact was with a detective by the name of Elisa Maza. The woman was firm in her dealings and took no gruff, not that Ben could give much without his ability to speak English. Wandering was a new pastime that cropped up in Ben’s life. By far Manhattan was becoming his favorite place. It was older and felt more lived in than the big skyscraper laden streets that were loomed over by billionaire’s mansions and corporate logos. Smaller and far older than that in some places too. Ben wasn’t entirely sure what was going on at times when his senses shouted about the age of things, but it didn’t set off any danger senses so he left it be. Roof hopping in his Wildmutt form was also becoming something more familiar. His strong leg muscles coiling and then launching him over the gaps. Feeling the wind through his short fur and the slight twist in his stomach as gravity reasserted itself was thrilling. He couldn’t resist racing across the city on the rooftops until he was panting and tongue lolling out. “Hey, you!” Someone shouted. The sun had set a while ago now, but besides feeling colder from the lack and the scents around him changing with the night it had very little impact on Ben. His sense of smell was enough to be able to read his surroundings. Until the voice had shouted, though, all he had scented was the old/age smell that had been pervading his senses the last few weeks. He turned his head, pointing it directly at the newcomer and breathed deep. He could smell the age, but also leather and air, like something with wings would smell, no smells related to fur, though. Another breath and he got faint scents of fabric and... shampoo? Perhaps long hair. A mental image formed from the scents leaving Ben slightly bewildered. He didn’t know every alien that existed, but he thought that he at least knew all those that were common on Earth! “Ah, good, you stopped! Sorry to interrupt but I’ve seen you several nights now and Elisa had mentioned you briefly when talking about a kidnapping.” A shuffle followed as the male shifted his weight and rubbed the back of his head. “I never met an alien before so I’ve been keeping an eye out. Name’s Brooklyn.” Ben chuckled at the introduction and nodded his head in response, giving a good dog style pantomime of ‘Nice to meet you.’ “Same to you.” Brooklyn replied. Ben was slightly startled at the easy understanding and Brooklyn chuckled. “I know another feral type guy. All communication is in the body language really.” ‘So what brings you here? I certainly haven’t seen an alien like you before.’ Ben huffed, approaching the other and inhaling deeply to get a real read of him. His scent actually made the hero feel pretty good. Relaxed and like he was spending time with someone close. “Haha, alien, eh? I guess we could pass as them, but we’re actually Earth native! Been here side by side for a long time, but not many of us left.” Brooklyn mused. He crouched, down, his digitigrade legs making the motion easy and intuitive. A clawed hand scratched over the top of Ben’s head and stroked down over his back. His back leg tapped a little at the good petting and he himself butted into Brooklyn to seek more attention. The gargoyle complied by dropping to his knees and using both hands, digging through the short fur and giving Ben the best rub down he had ever gotten. All leftover anxiety and tension fell away under the ministrations. Brooklyn smiled to himself as he worked. Tense muscles relaxed and the one in front of him was making a throaty growling purr that he could feel through his whole body. It was damn adorable! And quite a bit hot too... They continued like this until Ben’s deep breaths picked up a new scent. It was heavier than the chilled scent of the air and carried a heady warmth to it. A few more breaths, the gills on the sides of his neck gulping down the air, and he found both the source as well as getting himself a little drunk off the scent. Brooklyn was aroused! The Wildmutt chuffed and pushed out his chest in an animalistic pride. ‘So, you think I am worth mating, eh?’ He communicated, pressing in tight against the gargoyle and resting one weighty paw on the other’s shoulder. “Well, who wouldn’t think so?” He asked, closing the gap between them and resting his forehead against the other. They came together naturally after that, mouths meeting in a sloppy kiss that was far more tongue than lips. Neither was shaped quite right for a regular kiss anyways. Brooklyn placed a hand on either side of Ben’s head as they tangled, tongue on tongue and fur on leathery skin. They rolled and tussled, moaning in delight as they responded to each other. As the kiss finally ended Ben was laying on his back and panting, Brooklyn on all fours over him. His erection twitched against the gargoyle’s abs needily, dripping canine pre from the tip. Brooklyn himself was in no better condition as he had lost his loincloth somewhere in the action. His cock was pressed against Ben’s furred nuts, slicking them with his own pre. Both grunted and moved as if it had been planned. Ben spread his legs wider as Brooklyn dropped his hips down. A quick kiss was shared and then Ben was whining happily as his hole was stretched out. Brooklyn took it slow, but firmly pressed himself in. The alien below him had no choice but to take his long cock all the way to the base, but did so like a champ. “Fuck you’re a tight guy. First time getting bred like the mutt you are?” He teased as Ben whined and clenched hard, giving away that the answer was a resounding ‘yes’. “Don’t worry, you’re mine now and you won’t be lacking a good breeding as long as I own you.” Ben wanted to object, but it just felt so right. Brooklyn was claiming him, deep inside his ass in fact, and the closeness that they had already shared, how natural it all felt. He wouldn’t give that up after just finding it. His instincts were in play and we pressed himself down on his owner’s cock, clenching and whining as he begged Brooklyn to take him hard. The gargoyle chuckled and complied, rocking his hips and sending hard thrusts into his new pet. He dug his claws in at the back of Ben’s neck and scratched there, forcing happy growls from the feral alien. It didn’t take long until Brooklyn rolled him over and was taking him hard doggy style. Unstifled moans drifted from the rooftop as they went at it hard. Brooklyn leaned down and bit onto Ben’s scruff, tugging him back as he slammed deep. One clawed hand reached around and clenched behind The slowly inflating knot, making Ben whine as his balls pulled up. Both let out a moan as Ben’s seed splattered on the stone below them, quickly followed by Brookln’s hot seed spilling inside. Ben wobbled on his feet for a moment before his front dropped down, tired out by the night run and this very early morning fuck. Instead of pulling out, Brooklyn ground himself in deep and wrapped himself around Ben. His claws rubbed gently up and down over the vulpimancer barrel chest as he nuzzled into the fur. “You’re definitely mine now, Mutt. You’re way too fun to breed to let you go.” he murmured, holding tight. Ben really couldn’t complain. It did feel good to be ‘owned’. Having an alpha that would breed him and take care of him. “I’m going to enjoy introducing you to the others. You don’t mind messing around with a few more guys, eh?” Brooklyn asked. Ben could sturdy tail wagging in delight and Brooklyn laughed, able to feel the movement in his hips. “Such a good boy~. We’re going to have a great time together.” The two remained there, warm and entwined. Ben, or Mutt rather, could feel the slight warming of sunrise about to happen and tilted his head to accept it head on. -Abnormal biology detected in breeding partner. Temporary augment applied to assist successful breeding.- The Omnitrix rang out in Ben’s head. The fuck does that me- Ben was cut off as he felt the sun hit his face. His body stiffened at the same time as Brooklyn’s around him did. “Oh fuck.” Was all that escaped Brooklyn’s mouth before they locked up together, outsides freezing in stone and then insides following. There was an odd silence that fell on the rooftop as an odd gargoyle/alien statue lay there, one very detailed shaft pressed into the other. -Life functions no longer detected. Detaching from host.- The Omnitrix pinged before popping off of the stone Vulpimancer. It bounced off the rooftop, then over the edge. A ping off a dumpster lid and then it rolled a few more feet into a storm drain, plopping into the tepid water below and settling into a layer of dirt.