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Chapter 3

“Get out now," my mother began angrily.

“Not until I see him," the wolf responded.

“He's not even here," she replied back, “He's out with his friends back, and even if he was here, you're not allowed to see him."

“Because you say so Verlene?"

“No because the law says so David," she responded, “you had a restraining order placed on you after the divorce because of your excessive drug and alcohol abuse."

“You're right about that at least," he said, “except the restraint could be appealed after 12 years of staying sober. As of 3 months ago, it's been 12 years, and it's been officially signed and witnessed." He pulled out a folded piece of paper out of his pocket and handed it to her. “This is a copy of the official notice of the lift. Custody has agreed to let me see Ryan every Friday and Saturday from here on." She looked at the paper in disgust and shoved it away in her pocket.

“He's not even going to want to see you," she said, “He thinks you're dead."

“Because you told him that right?" he replied, “how typical. Not that it matters, I already saw him today at his chess exhibition. His skill on the board runs in the family if I do say so myself."

“I've said it once before and I'll say it again," she began, “get out now, or I'll call the police on you for trespassing."

“I know you don't want to make this easy," the wolf replied, “I'm trying to make it easy the best I can. Fine, I'll leave for now, but I'll be back soon with my lawyer in tow if that's what it takes." He put his sunglasses back on and turned around, pulling his motorcycle key out of his pocket. “Have a nice night V." He walked away, with the mother closing the door behind him.

***

The rest of the night was pretty fun. Damien was no Morrell, but he was a fun top in bed, trying out a couple new positions with me in tow. With Morrell's permission I stayed the night with him. The sleep was rather peaceful, maybe it's just that way whenever I sleep next to a good looking Orca. Damien was just as perverted as Morrell was, and when I woke up the next morning, I could already feel his tongue rimming my ass deeply, eliciting a moan from me.

I was flat on my stomach when I woke up, the perfect position for such a rimming, his hands were spreading my asscheeks apart, massaging them all the while, the sensation causing me to pant a bit, with my cock hard against his bed. He pulled off a bit when he noticed that I was awake to acknowledge me.

“Good Morning Ryan," he began, “is this alright? I'm sorry if it's not what you want."

“No no it's ok," I assured him with a slight blush, “just took me by surprise is all." He nodded and went back to rimming me for a bit. I rested my head back on the pillow, letting myself relax to the treatment I was getting.

It wasn't long though before I could tell he wanted more. He got up and laid himself on top of me, pressing his cock deep at my entrance, before pushing in slowly. His rimming made it easy for the cock to slip in, causing another moan from me. Once he hilted, he wasted no time and began thrusting deep. His hard cock pulsed a bit from pleasure as he fucked me. It was enjoyable, and I huffed and moaned quietly in pace with his fucking. He kept the pace for a while, before speeding up slowly as he got closer.

With one solid moan he slammed in and came hard deep in my ass. I could feel his hot load as it filled me up. Once he settled he eased up and pulled out slowly before laying back.

“Feel better?" I asked him.

“Much better," he replied, “thank you." He hugged and kissed me on the lips, which I returned in kind, before getting up and dressing myself.

I stayed long enough to have breakfast with him, then left a little while later, to head over to Morrell's house. Since it was Saturday it was normal for me to head over to his house and hang out with him. Since Morrell had no obligations during the weekend besides the occasional chore, we'd usually play games together, watch tv, or go out and date/hang out with friends. It was a routine I was very happy with and didn't plan on changing anytime soon.

As I walked up the street heading to his place, I saw a motorcyclist driving down the opposite way. I normally would ignore such a detail, but I couldn't help but notice when I recognized him as the wolf who played me yesterday at the Exhibition. I didn't have time to wave or acknowledge but I was curious that he was still around, I wondered if he just moved here or something, perhaps he'd come play at the community center sometime, it'd be nice to see his talent again.

Despite that, I was quick to get to Morrell's place. I went down past the driveway down the back concrete stairs directly to the basement. I pulled out my key, as the Monteques were nice enough to provide me with my own key. Mr. Monteque said I was practically one of them when he gave it to me. I stepped inside to see Morrell with his pants at his ankles, idly stroking his long cock with porn playing on the TV quietly. He waved at me as I came in.

“You're late hon," the orca smirked at me.

“And you're wacking off," I replied.

“That's because you're late," he said.

“I was having breakfast," I replied again.

“And Damien gave you a wakeup present," he smiled, “I can smell him on you." That caused me to blush and rub the back of my head in response. He laughed though. “That's alright though, now get over here and give your boyfriend some sloppy seconds."

“You do deserve a reward for your flawless performance last night, but shouldn't we go up to your room?" I pointed out.

“Nah the folks are still asleep," he replied. He was correct, I saw the clock was still just a little past 8 AM at the time, the folks usually sleep in another couple of hours or so on the weekend. I set my stuff down by the side chair and lost my pants, before climbing up on his lap and straddling his cock. We looked in each other's eyes for a moment, before making out with each other passionately.

He made short work of my clothes, leaving me nude on top of him. Without missing a beat he aimed his cock in between my asscheeks without breaking the kiss. There was no need to warm up and lube, as I was still slick from Damien's attention earlier, and he slipped it right in. Because of his size, he still elicited a moan out of me despite our kissing muffling it. He chuckled lightly and held my hips, and took over, thrusting his cock deep into me.

He was in complete control at the time, just as it should be. He was careful to aim his thrusts so he hit my prostate perfectly, leaving my cock hot and erect. I reached down and stroked myself in tandem to his thrusts, leaking a little pre as he did the same in my ass. This pace went on for a solid ten minutes, before finally being sent over edge, causing me to cum on his chest. With a few more hard thrusts, he came inside me, mixing his load in with Damiens.

After basking in the afterglow for a couple minutes, we quickly cleaned up and redressed, turning off the porn and putting it away, and deciding to play a couple games to pass the morning. A few hours later, Mr. Monteque trotted downstairs to grab some stuff out of the side freezer.

“Morning kids," He spoke to us as he passed by.

“Good morning Mr. Monteque," I responded, “Having a good weekend?"

“I always do," he smirked, “Hope you kids aren't being too naughty down here."

“Is there anything you need Dad?" Morrell asked, pausing our game and setting his controller down.

“Well, you could come up for lunch. I had just come down here to get some fix-ins for sides for your mother. Come up and join us Ryan, she's making your favorite sandwich." Say no more, I said to myself in my head and nodded, getting up to join them for lunch. A lot of people have an idea of what their ideal weekend is. Camping, hiking, clubbing, partying, et cetera. For me, the real fun weekends are the calm ones, just like this. Enjoying a nice peaceful lunch with my lover and his family, and just spending time around friends that I care about.

As I ate, I figured I should get home to mom though, as I was sure she would have some chores for me, and probably wanted me to do some studying. It was then that I got a text from her. I pulled out my phone to look at it, and frowned a bit.

“That's weird."

“What is?" Morrell asked.

“Mom told me not to come home tonight." I replied, “She said the house was getting fumigated, though she didn't say for what."

“That's odd, she didn't say anything to me about any pest issues," Mrs. Monteque chimed in, “Well, I guess you'll just have to stay with us for the day then. I trust you won't object."

“Of course not," I replied, “I love it here."

“Good good," Mr. Monteque replied, the larger orca chuckling, “Let's change the subject then. Did you get a lot of new signups for the Chess Team this year?"

“Well," I nodded lightly, “It was a fair amount, though we were hoping for a few more. Still, our lineup seems pretty solid this year though."

“They got you," Morrell chuckled, “Even the Lucians can't match you there, you could carry the whole team at State."

“I suppose so, but I don't want my teammates to get complacent just because I'm on the team."

“Makes sense," Mr. Monteque stated, “But as long as you work together, I'm confident you'll come out on top."

“No worries there," Morrell replied, “Ryan will knock the competition out of the ball park. I bet you'll take First every single year."

“I sure hope so," I nodded. After lunch, I stepped out with Morrell to go hang out with a couple friends at the arcade. We met up with Fenrir, Nokemy, and Adair, the latter of which was eager to do a few co-op games. It was the perfect way to spend a Saturday. We even got a couple cute plushies at the prize counter when it was all over.

After a couple of hours, I excused myself to hit the restroom nearby. I noticed all the stalls were taken and waited my turn quietly, leaning back against the opposite wall. When I heard the flushing of the stall in front me I looked up, and was surprised to see the biker wolf step out from the stall. When he saw me he seemed just as surprised, but then gave a warm smile. Strangely, the smile emitted a form of familiarity.

“Oh, hello there," He said in his deep voice, “Fancy seeing you here again."

“Indeed," I scratched the back of my head, “Kind of hard to forget you at the club rush." The middle-aged wolf chuckled and extended a hand shake, which I promptly took.

“Well when you're good looking like me it's kind of hard to forget," he chuckled, “I hope to play against you again sometime."

“Me too," I nodded, “so are you new around here, I hadn't seen you around before."

“Somewhat," he responded, “I lived here before, but moved away for about a decade. Just recently transferred back here."

“I see," I nodded, “What's your name?"

“You can call me Dave."

“Ok Dave. I'm- "

“Ryan. You're a bit of a celebrity so I already knew." I chuckled lightly and he washed his hands before heading off “Good to see you again." These chance encounters seem to happen to me all the time I thought to myself. After shrugging at the metaphysical coincidences of the weekend's events, I did my business and washed up before returning to the group.

***

When Monday rolled around again, it was back to school all over again. It was still the tail end of summer, but despite school more or less still starting the year, I was already used to the routine. Assignments and classes were now starting to slowly kick in to the actual curriculum, starting with Biology class. I sat next to Lucian Canad, and had my notes out ready to take.

As was normal in biology class, we were talking about Evolution today, always a complex subject, and while I didn't understand every facet of it, I was always interested by the basic details. Throughout the lecture though, Lucian would whisper to me in conversation.

“Enjoy your little weekend?" He asked.

“Yeah, thanks again for covering for me."

“Sure thing. I know you'd do the same thing for me."

“Of course," I nodded and faced forward quickly with the teacher clearing her throat to get our attention. The portly badger seemed a bit irritated we weren't paying attention.

“This is pretty important stuff, so you might want to listen in," she began. We apologized and she continued. “Now as I mentioned earlier, there are strands in our DNA that have hierarchy factors that determine our genetic makeup. How many of you here have mixed species parents raise your hands." A good amount of the class did so, except for me and a fair amount of others. “Ever been told why you resemble one parent or the other? Yes Loboron." She pointed at the Wolftaur sitting near the back.

“I had heard it was because of dominance of one trait or the other."

“That's right," she began, “See, while there is the rare hybrid in our society, your species when you are born is determined by whether you have inherited the Dominant gene or the recessive gene. Take for example, you have a Fox mother and wolf father. If you have the Recessive gene, you are more likely to resemble your mother than your father, and if you have the dominant gene, then the opposite is more likely to occur."

“But how is it possible for the different species to intermingle like this?" Another student asked.

“It's pretty simple when you think about it," The professor responded, “we can trace all of our evolutionary background to fairly common ancestors, when these ancestors were able to walk upright and begin building societies, we all shared a very familiar DNA structure, which allowed us to breed and reproduce, while sharing and building new structures on top of them, that make each person unique. I guess you could informally call it Wildcard Biology if you wanted." It was definitely an interesting subject, and it made me think of a subject I hadn't thought about before. Because I learned of my father's death when I was little, I never bothered to ask mom what he was like. I didn't even see any pictures.

After class we stepped out slowly, Lucian yawned and stretched.

“Onto the next one I guess," he chuckled lightly.

“Better be careful," I noted, “she'll give us more homework if she catches us talking again."

“Sorry about that," he nodded, “I'll see you next time." I nodded and waved him off, then started down the hallway. I saw Loboron trailing down the hall slowly, it was hard to miss him. I figured it would be fun to chat with him along the way. While I did, Lucian hurried down the opposite hall in a quick walk. As he passed another nearby class however, he collides with another unknown individual, both losing their books on the floor. The cat sees who it was and helps her grab her things.

“My apologies," said the cat as he handed her things to her, and he saw her as a young feline, roughly his age.

“Tis alright," she said with a formal tone, “I don't mind. I'm a bit lost you see, seeing as I'm new here."

“I see then," said the cat, “may I ask for your name?" The cat asked as he started to admire her beauty, the feline in question merely stands up and smiles at him.

“My name is Meeya," She said with a giggle, “What's yours?"

“Lucian," he replied, “Lucian Canad."

“Well then, I'll see you around Mr. Canad." She waved bye and continued along, leaving him to just stare at her from behind. He was entranced by her looks. Meeya's fur was a bright pink, making her stand out well compared to her peers, and she was dressed moderately enough, but there was no hiding her feminine features, each one screaming beauty.

“W-wait a minute," he interrupted, “did you say you were lost?" She stopped right in her tracks and turned to face him.

“Oh yes that's right," she smiled and nodded, “would you be so kind as to show me to my next class please?"

“C-certainly," He nodded, his tail twitching in excitement at the prospect, “Can I see your schedule?"

***

The rest of the day went well enough. Homework was fortunately sparse, since I got most of it finished during Chess that day. As it was uneventful, and there was no additional Chess meeting after school since Coach said he had things to take care of immediately after, so I bid my friends farewell and immediately headed for home alone.

As it was still the middle of summer here it was stinking hot, and wearing all black didn't help either. I was in my chess shirt from last year, which was pure black cotton, and black jeans, which were brand new so they hadn't faded yet. I had made it a habit of keeping a water bottle with me at all times to stay hydrated.

If anything could describe St. George besides the red rocks it was the intense dry heat. Having fur must suck around here I told myself as I was walking. I could only imagine how Morrell and his family manage to stay moisturized during it all, especially during Morrell's sports escapades.

As I pondered the world's mysteries on my own I made it home after about a half hour of walking. As I reached the house I stopped, and found that there were a couple additional vehicles parked in front of the house. One was a motorcycle, the other a van of some kind. Van's and motorcycles were nothing out of the ordinary here, but I was curious why they were parked outside my house, but I was curious to find out. I stepped up to the front door and tested the door to find out it was unlocked. That was unusual as it was only unlocked when mom was home. I hesitated for a second, before quietly opening the door and stepped inside. What I saw shocked me a fair amount.

“Hello there, are you Ryan?" There were three people sitting in the living room looking at me as I stepped in. Mom was the first, the second was a grizzly bear wearing a blue button down suit, and the last one was… Dave? The wolf in question greeted me with a wave, but what was he doing here?

“You are Ryan, correct?" The bear repeated waiting for an answer.

“Yes, that is Ryan," Mom answered, sounding really annoyed for some reason.

“What's going on here?" I asked confused. None of it was making sense.

“Mr. Lewis, my name is Darion Greywater," the bear began, “Attorney at law. I represent Mr. Dave Lewis here, your father." My eyes widened, a shock being sent through my system.

'Lewis, father?' I thought as I processed the thought in my head.

“Is this some kind of sick joke?" I asked.

“I promise you it is no joke," Mr. Greywater continued, “your father has completed his 12 years' custody charge against him and has earned partial custody rights from the court over the weekends. We're here to confirm this with you directly, as we hadn't been allowed to see you by your mother before."

“Are you kidding me?" I began, looking at the wolf in disgust, “My father's dead. Mom said so herself." I looked to her in confusion, and she turned her head away from me.

“Would you give me a chance to explain myself?" Dave began, but I shook my head frantically.

“I don't want to hear it!" I yelled, “Get out of my house."

“I understand you're upset Mr. Lewis," the lawyer spoke, “but he is your father and does have the right to see you."

“No he's not," I remained firm, “this is some sick joke. Why would I be told I was dead for over 12 years?"

“Simple, to keep you from trying to look for me," Dave interjected.

“Well think about it Mr. Lewis," Darion continued, “Did you ever see an obituary or a death certificate confirming the death?"

“I…"

“Have you ever seen a photograph of him before to confirm what he looks like?"

“But I…"

“I'd say the evidence is pretty clear, wouldn't you agree Dave and Verlene?"

“Mom?" I turned to look at her again. I felt a pit clench my stomach as I saw her look away again. Was it really true? This isn't making any sense at all. This was a major problem, and not one I wanted to face right now, not without conclusive proof.

“I want a paternity test," I demanded. The bear turned to face the wolf.

“Are you up for such a test?"

“Certainly," he replied, “if it'll assuage any doubts."

“Very well," Darion replied, “I shall make the arrangements."

“No," I shook my head, “I want to choose the place where the test takes place."

“Very well," He nodded, “I shall keep in touch." The two stepped up and the lawyer handed me his business card. “I hope you have a good rest of your day Mr. Lewis."

“It's been good to see you Son," Dave said as he stepped out with the lawyer. “Keep up the good work on the chess board." He patted my shoulder, and I shrugged away, refusing to look at him in the eye. This was one shitty stunt he pulled. He scratched himself on the head before closing the door behind him, leaving mom and me alone.

The room was dead silent for a few minutes. It just seemed so surreal what was revealed just barely. My brain just couldn't process it and it began to hurt.

“Ryan?" My mom called to me questioningly. I looked up at her quietly, and saw her just looking at me. She had a look of worry on her face, but I couldn't say anything at the moment, a myriad of emotions flowing through me. I headed up the stairs.

“I'll be in my room. I have homework to do." That was all I could say, trying to dismiss myself as soon as humanly possible. I hurried to my room and slammed the door behind me, getting really upset. I threw my backpack to the side and kicked my shoes off before collapsing onto the bed. I stared up at the ceiling, filled with uncertainty. I really needed to talk with someone about this, but didn't want to disturb him. Still, I knew I needed to confide in someone, and he made me promise to not keep him in the dark about these issues.

I pulled my phone from my pocket and trailed down the list of contacts, seeing Morrell's contact info and face pic in the list, and dialed the number. I listened to the dial tone for a few seconds before he picked up.

“Hey there beautiful," he answered, “how's my lovely squeeze doing this afternoon?"

“Morrell?" I asked, “I need to talk about something big that just happened, it's urgent." He could tell I sounded upset and his tone changed to be more serious.

“What's going on honey?"

***

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