Mortality Chapter 5
#5 of Jason Wolfe: Mortality
Chapter 5: Growing Together Forever
Day 4
Jason wasn't sure how to feel... Part of him wanted to scream in rage and charge at Chris there an then, driving Genesis through the Malefactor's chest and disposing of the villain once and for all... for the second time. The other part was just... confused.
What was Chris doing back...?
Why_was he back and _why was he killing people?
In the end, all Jason knew was that Chris Thornton was a threat to Enria. So far, he had caused a hell of a lot of chaos and was taking innocent lives. He had to be stopped.
"You came back for repentance, huh?" Jason snarled. "Then hold still so I can kill you!"
He lunged at Chris' right, causing the Malefactor to swiftly leap to his left and away from the window just as Jason had hoped. The instant Jason landed, he lashed out with his left leg, catching Chris on the abdomen and sending Legion flying. Chris grunted and deftly somersaulted, spreading his wings and keeping himself from slamming to the ground.
"You're not looking at what's ahead of you, Jason," Chris warned, two of his swords flying into his hands from his wings. "Open your eyes! Look through the door!"
"I'm not taking life counselling from the guy who tried to destroy that life!"
Jason recombined Genesis, switching it to its shuriken form and hurled it straight at Chris.
CLANG!
Chris easily swiped the spinning blade out of his way.
Jason was already moving, ducking his head and charging Legion.
WHAM!
His shoulders slammed hard against Chris chest, tackling the man he once admired to the ground. Jason drew himself up, putting all his weight against Chris' chest and balling his fists.
"You nearly destroyed everything!" he roared.
WHAM!
Stinging shot up from his knuckles as they bit hard into Chris' face.
"You almost killed my family!"
WHAM!
More stinging... from his other fist this time.
"You could've killed DAN!"
Swish!
Jason froze... the point of Chris' sword levelled at his throat.
"I could have..." Chris answered grimly, blood pouring down from his nose and the corner of his lips. "But I didn't."
A flicker of movement caught his eye and he instantly rolled off Chris before that decapitating blow could connect. Growling, he got up in a crouch, hackles raised and fangs bared. Genesis lay a few feet away from Chris but Legion stood just a few feet from him. Calling over the weapon would certainly been an opening.
Okay... Gotta think this through.
"You didn't but I bet you wish you did," he growled.
"That's where you're wrong, Jason."
Reason tapped Jason shoulder. "Maybe you should listen to him?"
But he was beyond reason. This was the guy that attempted to destroy the world and remake it as his own twisted version of reality. Not only that, he sought to seek out the No Ones and remake all of existence according to his warped view of the world! He could've destroyed Dan, Brett and Sam!
There was no forgiveness or reason for a person like that.
"So were you!" Jason roared, he summoned Genesis to his side, the blade flying across the room straight towards him.
Chris took the moment to charge, his own swords flashing. Jason grinned grimly and flung himself to his right, away from Chris. At the same moment Legion's blade cut into the lush carpet where Jason had been crouching, Genesis came flying at him, slicing right through his left shoulder and splattering blood on the white carpet.
"Yes... Yes I was wrong," the former Blue Wolf whispered, slowly rising to his feet. The swords around him reformed into his wings as he drew two handguns from their holsters on his hips.
Crap! He's got ranged weapons! I forgot about that...
"I feared the No Ones... I hated them for what they had forced me to do... I hated the idea of being slaves to their will... I simply wanted to break free..." His black eyes locked with Jason's as he turned around and gripped his guns tightly. "But they're mortals just like us. They can change. Their opinions can change. But like all mortals, they have hearts and the only time a heart changes is when it merges with another.
"I was foolish to try and force my ideals, my heart, into everyone else." Chris lifted his gun to hold it above his chest. "But I was shown the truth..." He flicked his guns up towards Jason. "And I won't be deterred!"
BANG! BANG!
Jason's reflexes saved him as he ducked towards the boardroom tables, kicking them over to provide a barricade. Flecks of dust and splinters showered him as Chris' bullets cut through the mahogany.
Damnit! I can't get close to him like this...
Unless...
He quickly grabbed the sides of the table, lifting it up like a shield and charged, roar ripping through his throat. Bullets screamed through the air and blasted through the wood, one biting right into his left leg and making him falter. Pain shot up from the wound but he ignored it. The instant he saw Genesis in the periphery of his vision, he hurled the table where he thought Chris stood and dove for his weapon.
Jason rolled to the ground, swiping up his sword and scrambling back to his feet.
"You're still the same!" he snarled. Chris had dodged the table but looked worried that Jason had retrieved his blade. "You're still trying to conquer the world!"
"I'm trying to save it!" Chris barked. "You wouldn't understand!"
"Why should I try to understand a nutjob like you!? You're just as prideful as you were before!"
Jason bolted for Chris just as Legion dropped his guns and drew two blades from his wings.
CLANG!
_Genesis_struck the silver swords decorated by blue circuitry. The magical weapon slowly ate away at the swords, biting into them bit by bit and showering the two combatants in blue-white feathers and stars. Chris was forced to disengage, grunting as he discarded the partially degraded weapons. He merely drew another two.
"I'll admit that I don't deserve forgiveness," Chris replied. "That's why I'm trying to repent."
"Repent by killing people!?"
"Death is the only answer for these bastards."
"No one deserves to die!"
Chris grunted and a small grin crossed his features. "You'd be right there. That's why R3 brought be back."
...
What...?
CLANG!
Jason barely managed to block Chris' attack in time. The force of the blow sent him to his knees as he desperately held Genesis up as Chris pushed those blades of his down against him.
"That's right, Jason," Chris snarled. "R3 sent me here. If you don't believe me? Go ask him!"
Legion drew back his swords and lightning fast, he brought them crashing down mightily upon Jason. It was all Jason could do bring up Genesis in a futile block.
Crrrrack!
...
The instant he felt his sword shatter... he felt his very soul tremble.
Genesis_was a part of his soul... a physical manifestation of himself as a person. R3 told him that as long as he kept his resolve, the weapon would never break... But in the one instant that he doubted himself... Chris pounce and broke _Genesis...
... broke his soul...
Jason felt the cold carpet against his back... He felt numb all over... and terribly empty inside. There was no fear, pain or sorrow... just complete emptiness. Time slowed as the shards of Genesis scattered around him, landing against his chest and bouncing off his clothes to land beside him, flecked with blood. Before the numbness took control of his face, he felt a faint stinging and wetness against his muzzle... Warm fluid dripped down his cheek... and he guessed it was from blood...
His blood...
Chris stood over him, looking down at him with distain.
"Genesis was a weapon that came from your very existence," Legion said. "Should it ever shatter, you too would shatter."
He turned around, walking out of view.
"Pull yourself together."
*****
Day 5
Emptiness... absolute white...
Just nothing...
Alone...
****
Day 6
Footsteps in the whiteness... he was walking... Searching...
Looking for something... He wasn't sure what...
A dot in the distance... But no matter how long he walked... it never got bigger...
Am I ever going to reach it...? he wondered.
****
Day 7
The dot was growing bigger... and as he drew closer, he realised it wasn't a dot at all...
It was several dots... several clumps of... of something that, from the distance, looked like one dot...
He just kept walking... Continually walking...
As he walked... he felt slivers of words forming in his head...
He heard voices...
"Please... wake up..."
"Wake up... I know you can... Wake up..."
****
Day 8
The voices grew more and more intense just as the dots grew bigger and bigger.
"Jason... Jason Wolfe... Open your eyes..."
Jason Wolfe...
That's me... Isn't it?
My name... My name is Jason Wolfe...
****
Day 9
Thoughts began reforming in his head... thoughts and memories...
A distant childhood... several friends... Loss...
A father who he hated... then loved... loved more than a son should...
A good friend... who became a lover. Hopes forged and found...
A piece of the puzzle... a young man whom he hardly knew but was part of him as if destiny had decreed they would be together...
Hopes lifted... a friend's dream realised...
Hopes shattered... love lost... two people he loved dead...
Sorrow...
****
Day 10
He finally reached the dots...
They weren't dots at all... but the shattered remnants of what appeared to have been a marvellous, white door with a windows made of stained glass depicting what appeared to be two wolves... the one on the right had been white... and the other had been black. The shards hovered in the air not too far from each other...
... just... hanging there...
The voices... They grew stronger...
He realised they were mostly crying... begging...
"Jason... I love you... Please... Don't leave me... Don't leave us..."
"Jason... You helped me and Warren get back together... Don't do this to us! Your child needs someone like you!"
"Son... Not like this... Please..."
"Come home, buddy... Come home..."
****
Day 11
More memories came to him.
Darkness... eerie darkness that attempted to consume the world.
Countless people affected on his home... Enria... He lived on a planet called Enria... in a city called Newroads.
Darkness... evil tried to corrupt the hearts of mortals around him... trying to crush him and plot to destroy the order of all existence...
His love... a man he loved with to the bottom of his heart... that puzzle piece that fit with his so well... The darkness had corrupted him... fed on his jealousy... The darkness offered release... His light for his love...
A child was born.
A child that was his... A child he loved...
Sam...
Darkness seeping into the heart of his friend... All on Enria turned to the shadows...
The man he admired became the core of the darkness... That same man attempted to destroy existence to remake it as he saw fit...
A battle... sadness... colour...
Then happiness... Marriage... unification and a family...
Jason smiled.
****
Day 12
"So! Found ourselves at long last did we?"
Jason turned his head over his shoulder. He was a little surprised to see Sam marching through the endless white towards him but when he saw the white and gold armour and the cloak of stars, he realised that was not his son.
"R3..." he murmured. Rage boiled in him knowing that it had been R3 who had sent Chris back to Enria to once again cause chaos... but that rage ebbed as he realised there was no point in being angry at the No One. Right now, his existence was shattered. What little he had managed to pull back together wouldn't be enough.
His door remained shattered... and there was no way back...
"I suspect you have a lot of questions for me," R3 said, wearing Sam's face as he came to stand right beside Jason, staring up at the shattered door. "Shall I answer them now or would you rather ask them?"
Jason didn't reply.
Just because he knew there was no point in being mad didn't mean that he couldn't be mad.
"Not many people know this about me," R3 said, tapping the side of his - Sam's - head. "But when I remove my helmet, people will see the face of the person they want to see the most. It's a little something my eyes allows me to do. An illusion so to speak. A person's reality is not the air they breathe or the earth they walk upon. It is their perception of the world. My eyes allow me to trick them into thinking they're seeing the one person they truly desire to look upon.
"A little defensive mechanism if you will."
Still, Jason didn't say anything. He had contemplated trying to force the pieces of the door together but they were just too big for him. Apparently here, in this shattered existence, he didn't have his superpowers.
"And I didn't send Chris. More like... I released him."
"Same thing," Jason growled.
"No. I released all my Advocates. Right now, there are an infinite number of people with ridiculous powers running around in all realities. Some went back to their home realities. Others are exploring other realities.
"The reason is that I needed to be absent from the No Ones for a while."
"Didn't think your job gave you annual leave," Jason muttered.
"It doesn't. This is different. This isn't a break. This is a necessity."
Jason glared at R3. "It's necessary for the Writer of Reality just drop out and cause all sorts of hell for everyone!?"
"Unfortunately, yes," R3 chuckled. "Because I need to make sure everyone understand that when the day comes for Enria to be judged... I did not participate. That's why I've 'disappeared'."
That only served to confuse Jason. It was the No Ones' job to interfere. If some place was to be judged, the No Ones were meant to be there to make sure everything went fairly.
"What?"
"I know it sounds confusing," R3 said with a soft sigh. "But the fact is, it has to be known that when I do interfere, it is only for my own self-preservation. I need everyone to realise that I too am mortal. Not through selfishness but through the fact that sometimes, even I am powerless."
"What could possibly render you powerless?" Jason mocked. "You're the goddamn Writer of Reality! Everyone is putty in your hands!"
"Even putty can harden and expire, becoming impossible to remould."
Huh...?
"Jason... Just take this to heart." R3 turned to him, those alien eyes staring right into his own. "Mortal fate shall and always will be in mortal hands. We have the choice to change and we have the choice to act upon those changes whether it be ours or others. As we walk the sands of life, making our footprints in the sand, we can see others walking right beside us. We are always given the choice whether or not to join them in their trek or to ignore them and continue on our own."
"Destiny, Fate and Freewill," Jason muttered. "I remember."
R3 once told him that Destiny was the path others carved in the sand for others, Fate was the path made by an individual for themselves and freewill was the power to choose which path to take.
"Correct. But in all those analogies, you're assuming that everyone is moving forward. Some will turn around. Some will walk sideways. Others upwards and even downwards. And other times... some people will stop and just watch.
"I have chosen to stop, Jason. Occasionally, I will take a step in a direction but that is only to ensure that when that big wave comes in from the ocean, I remain dry."
"You selfish bastard..." Jason growled. "Why the hell would you do such a thing!? You're supposed to help us!"
There, R3 smiled. "And I am. I'm marking out the places where people can stand to ensure they're dry."
"You could be more obvious about it."
"People won't learn if you just tell them the lesson," R3 replied, smirking and turned back towards Jason's shattered door. "Everyone will learn a lesson from this, Jason. Even myself. But for now, I believe there is still one more question that's bothered you."
Jason nodded, turning his eyes towards his shattered door. "How do I get back?"
Even without looking, he knew R3 was smiling. "Behind every door in existence, is a new story waiting to be told. Each door is placed on the endless beach where all mortals walk. We make our tracks in the sand, watching others cross our path and following this path or that as we attempt to make our way through life without being washed away by the ocean that is always threatening to wash away our tracks and force us to start anew.
"Those doors are our goals, our milestones. Sometimes, we can open them by ourselves and other times, we need help. But as soon as we open it, we enter a new phase in our lives, make a new path and have our eyes opened to a new future. However, most mortals neglect the one door they are always capable of opening but just never seem to see."
R3 held a hand over his chest. "The door we hold within ourselves. The more we look forward towards a future, the more we lie to ourselves and the more we doubt ourselves, the more locks appear on that door. Eventually, there are so many locks and chains that it shatters our door... just like your door was shattered."
Jason bristled. "I only doubted once and it was because the sword you gave me broke!"
The No One chuckled. "Jason, you've doubted countless times Genesis has been out and never once has it broken before. The reason Genesis broke and thus your door is because part of that door was taken away and that weakened its structure completely. When that one sliver of doubt crept it, it didn't take much for your door to shatter.
"Can you tell me what part is missing?"
...
Jason didn't need to think.
"Sam..."
"Right." Turning towards the door, R3 smiled. "This door in everyone, their very existence, is something most people don't realise relies heavily on the people they truly care about. The more people you love, the stronger and stronger this door becomes. But instead of becoming harder to open, it actually becomes easier. As time passes, countless hands come to your aid to hold that doorknob, to lend their strength so that you can make that final twist and throw open the portal that will lead to understanding yourself as much as the others who have come to help you. You see, this is the key to existence itself."
He gestured at Jason's shattered door. Bit by bit, the pieces began to slide back together, reforming the shape of the door. Where the cracks met, blue light sprang out and merged the shards back as one. There was still one large slab missing however... right at the centre... shaped like a heart.
"You cannot prove your existence unless someone else exists right alongside you," R3 said sagely. "If you exist in your own mind, that's great, but to truly validate your existence, you must have someone there to confirm it. Even the most insane, psychopathic lunatic needs to kill someone in order to prove their existence. Why? Because the door inside is forged from the people who prove that existence."
"So you're saying..." Jason began. "That in order to exist... we must do so with someone else?"
"Exactly!" R3 laughed. "Why do you think I have other No Ones around? Seriously, I can control_everything_ and yet I have the others around to prove not only to myself but to everyone else that I too exist, that I too am mortal."
It made sense...
Even religions that had a single god needed people to believe in that god to prove that same deity existed...
"You can never open a door that isn't complete," R3 said. "If you try to, you're breaking in. To truly exist, you need to first accept that you are an amalgamation of countless others. Every path you cross in the sand, every door you open along the way, every person you meet all contributes a bit of themselves to building the door you always carry inside you. Sometimes you doubt and forget about the door but it is always there, being built by yourself and others, building your identity and proving your existence.
"Then, when the ocean wave finally comes to you away, you hope and pray that you can open that door and find someone you can truly appreciate and be proud of on the other side."
A smile crawled onto Jason's features as brilliant, white light cascaded from the hole in his door... slowly rebuilding it... As the light faded, the hole was replaced by a big, sapphire heart...
"I exist... because of everyone else..." Jason whispered. He chuckled softly. "I... I guess I forgot that when I gave you back Legacy..."
"That you did," R3 answered. That same, white light exploded out from the divide down the middle of the door, washing them both in warming light. "You stopped looking in yourself and just kept looking for the future. While your door was being built, you forgot about it. You became enraptured in your state of bliss that you forgot who helped you get there... and you only existed in your own mind."
R3 patted Jason's shoulder. "You better get going. The guys that built this door are worried. Oh, and Sam is at this address."
He handed Jason a slip of paper.
****
Day 13
Jason groaned softly and prised open his eyes. That gesture alone shot waves of pain across his face and throat like he had just been hit by a Flaming Frying Pan of Doom and his throat had been filled with sawdust. Artificial lighting cut seared his retinas making him grimace.
"Jason...?" a croaky yet familiar voice asked.
"Brett...?" he muttered.
"JASON!"
What must have been a bulldozer slammed straight into him and he gagged as a tight vice wrapped around his neck and squeezed tightly. Brett's familiar scent filled his nostrils... as well as the scent of his mate clearly not having bathed in a while.
Blinking away tears, he realised he was in a hospital bed dressed in normal hospital attire. There were countless flowers and balloons littering the floor as well as some 'Get Well Soon' cards from what had to be several of his fans.
"What...?" he began softly.
Brett pulled away. His mate looked terribly scruffy like he hadn't slept in days... nor had he bathed clearly. His Rottweiler's eyes were bloodshot and puffy and there were streaks on his fur where the tears had carved out rivers.
"Tell me I'm not dreaming," Brett whimpered. "Tell me you're actually awake."
Jason knew the perfect reply to that.
He reached up and pulled his mate towards him, locking their lips and running his tongue gently over Brett's. As soon as he pulled back, he drew a fist and punched Brett's shoulder hard, making his Rottweiler yelp in shock.
"Real enough for you?"
Brett laughed, more tears running down his face. "I can't believe it... The... The doctors just didn't know what to do... You were perfectly fine physically, no brain damage... But when Dan said Genesis was shattered and your soul was destroyed... I... I didn't know... He said that if you ever woke up... you might not be you again..."
Brett's eyes widened in horror. "Oh my god... You didn't forget anything did you?"
Jason smirked evilly and wrapped his arms around his mate. "I think I forgot what it's like to have your muzzle around my cock. Wanna help me remember?"
Chuckling, Brett pressed their noses together. "I missed you..."
"I missed you too."
As Jason curled his arm around his mate, he felt something in his hand and paused... He pulled away from Brett, making his Rottweiler stumble.
There was a piece of paper in his hand.
He unfolded it...
... and grinned.
"How soon can I get out of here?"
****
Day 14
It was an all-night gym so it was no surprise that it was wide open so early in the morning that dawn hadn't come up yet.
Jason was even luckier when a certain black and gold wolf was manning the reception desk, slouched over the cashier with his eyes half-closer.
Thank you, R3.
He stepped through the sliding doors and Sam instantly stood up straight but was looking past Jason in the distance.
"Good evening! Welcome to Kenny's All-Night Gym!" Sam announced though it was clear he really wasn't paying attention to who he was talking to.
Poor guy... Must've been up all night...
"It's actually morning now," Jason replied, checking his watch.
Sam blinked and was instantly alert.
For a second, Jason didn't recognise him. It had been nine days - running on ten - since Jason had fought Legion and been knocked out into a soul-shattered coma. However, that was nowhere nearly enough time for Sam to have put on more than fifty pounds of muscle and about another foot of height! He must've been level with Jason and only about a pound or two lighter!
Whoa...
Superhero genes kick in quickly...
"So you're out of your coma," Sam snarled, crossing his bulking arms. Jason had to fight hard not to pop an erection when he noted a particularly large vein crossing over those huge biceps. "Doubt you're fit enough to be doing any workouts. Come back when you're better."
"Better physically or a better person?" Jason offered.
"Why not both?" Sam turned around and tried to look busy with some papers. "Now if you'll excuse me, I'm very busy."
There was no one else in the gym.
"I see you've bulked up. You're not taking steroids are you?"
Sam instantly flung back around. "No! Of course not!" Realising that he was facing his father, Sam spun around again, letting out a loud grunt.
Man... His back looks awesome...
It was a wide, muscular plane. Since Sam was dressed in nothing but a muscle shirt and a pair of gym shorts, his son looked absolutely smoking hot. Jason pressed himself up against the counter to prevent his son from seeing his boner.
"I know I've been out a while but that's a lot of mass you've put on, Sam."
"Superpowers," Sam grunted.
"Even I took a month or two to get big..."
"I said 'superpowers' not 'superhero'," Sam muttered. "Apparently, the more I use my powers, the bigger I get."
Jason's eyebrows shot up. "Really?"
"Yeah... Some kind of 'feedback'. I teleport from one place to another and my clothes rip because I pack on the muscle really quickly. Been having trouble looking for new clothes that fit..."
"Had to work extra shifts just to get by?"
Sam grunted in reply.
Jason took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "Sam... I'm sorry I kept this secret from you for so long... It wasn't right of me... It was a mistake, I'm sorry. I hope you'll forgive me... If you're still mad, I'll go but if you ever need help, I'm still here for you... son..."
The gold and black wolf didn't reply.
Well... That's all I've come to say...
"I'll see you around, son."
He turned for the door.
"I'm not mad."
Jason stopped and regarded his son. Sam still had his back turned.
"I just... I just don't know how else to feel right now," Sam continued. "It's stupid to be mad for so long, I know. And you're mortal just like me. You make mistakes. I know. But... it just doesn't stop me from hurting. Sometimes... there are just those things that you can't avoid... You want things to turn out differently but... you just can't help it... That's just how it turns out..."
R3 had said pretty much the same thing. Even the No Ones could feel powerless at times... and Jason realised that regardless of anyone's understanding, regardless of how prepared anyone could be... it could never prepare them for the real thing.
Doors were meant to be opened...
No matter how many locks and chains were wrapped around a door, sometimes it just flung open and something got through...
When more and more people lent their strength... the door became easier and easier to open...
"Sometimes, the best thing you can do is just to stand back and watch," Jason said. "Just let the feelings run their course. It's not good to shove them back in that door to your heart because the one thing all mortals should strive for is to open that door and let what's inside out. Not keep what's inside trapped forever."
"And what if you don't like what you see on the other side?" Sam murmured.
"Then that's what the ones you love are there for."
At those words, Sam turned around, giving Jason a puzzled but no longer angry look. "The ones you love..." he murmured softly. "Da - I mean - Jason... You still love me after what I did...?"
"You still love me, right?"
Sam chuckled softly. "Yeah... I do... I just... I just don't think things can be the same between us anymore."
Jason reached over the counter and grasped his son's hand. "It doesn't have to be, Sam. Hell, I don't want it to be. We have to keep moving forward. We shouldn't 'go back to the way things were' because that'd just be lying to ourselves and others. I want to move forward. To learn from this lesson and make sure that the future we make is one where you, me, Brett and Dan are one family."
It sounded sappy... it sounded a little out of character... but it was the truth.
Jason had just had his very soul shattered and he had managed to pull it back together not thanks to just some supreme, divine deity but predominantly because of the connections he had made with those around him. Those voices that called out to him in the endless white... they had pulled him back together, brought back the memories and reforged him.
Now... he understood.
He was who he was because of the people he knew and loved.
And he loved Sam... his son.
"I guess this is how it feels..." Sam sniggered.
"How what feels?"
"To be on the receiving end of that 'life-changing advice'," Sam responded. "Dad... I'm sorry I ran out on you... It wasn't fair of me... You gave me so much and I just threw it back in your face over something so trivial."
"Trivial?" Jason repeated, throwing his head back and laughing. "Sam, you were born because of some twisted plot by R3 and manipulated so that you'll end up back with your real parents. That's barely trivial."
"Trivial when compared to how much a love you."
Jason pulled away from his son, sticking out his tongue. "Okay, you just ruined the moment."
Sam laughed brightly and grinned. "Well... Trivial compared to these!" He flexed his biceps and Jason drooled a little. "I mean, this is awesome! Who would've guessed genetics could be so good!?"
You got part of Dan's power to alter physical matter, Brett's ability of flight and my hyperactive libido.
Yeah, good combo.
Sam's grin took on a lewd edge. "Come on, dad. Stop playing coy. You know you want some of this!" He struck a double bicep pose and Jason's jaw dropped.
"D - D - Don't you have to work?"
"I get the feeling I might quit after this shift," Sam answered, leaping over the counter to stand right next to Jason. His large, muscular arms slipped under Jason's, pulling the two of them together. Their massive, muscular chests rubbed against one another's and the feeling of having his huge, muscle-teen of a son pressed against him was indescribable.
"Erm... Heh... Take it easy, son... I'm still a little beat up..."
"I noted," Sam responded, bending upwards slightly and running his tongue up Jason's muzzle from nose to forehead, brushing against the big, red 'X' shaped scar on his face.
It was odd. Despite Jason's regenerative abilities, that big 'X' on his face remained. Brett said it made him look more rugged, stronger somehow. Apparently it brought out his eyes. Jason didn't mind it but it worried him that Chris could inflict such harm on him without it healing.
"Heh... Looks like your dear old dad has a few battle scars..."
"I like it," Sam chuckled, kissing Jason's cheeks tenderly. "I always liked big guys with scars."
Jason smirked and returned the kiss, slowly drawing his tongue down from Sam's cheek to those thick veins along his son's neck. He loved how they felt pulsing against his tastebuds. Brushing his cheek against them felt like he was pressing himself against Sam's heart... just where he always wanted to be. Slowly, he bent his son against the counter, their huge, muscular bodies pressing against one another, large, bouncy pecs compressing his sensitive nipples between them and sending wave after wave of pleasure through Jason's body.
Kiss by kiss, Jason drew his lips along his son's new, improved body, unable to get over just how amazing his son looked and felt. His hands explored every inch of that thick, muscle-bound body, navigating the thick, black and gold fur and finding the rock-hard muscle beneath. He made a note to fulfil his fantasy and bury his muzzle in that thick, golden chestfur and find the cleft of his son's pecs.
He ran his tongue over Sam's huge, mountainous right shoulder, eyes hungrily watching the flesh bulge and twist beneath that ebony fur with bright, white lines cutting through -
Huh...?
Jason pulled away in surprise and Sam flinched.
"Why'd you stop, dad?"
Jason ignored his son for the moment and grabbed his son's right arm, twisting it so he saw the side of the appendage. Crawling from shoulder down to elbow was a bright, white fur tattoo. It looked like some sort of arcane symbol that he couldn't understand. There were three concentric rings of letters he couldn't understand with multiple lines drawing from the central ring to dance along Sam's arm in vague shape of a wolf.
"You got a tattoo?" he asked.
"Uh..." Sam rubbed the back of his neck, averting his gaze and clearly blushing. "Erm... I can get it taken off if you want... It's just... I was mad and... stupid... and..."
Jason silenced his son with a firm, loving kiss. When he pulled away, Sam was in complete shock. "I love it. Makes you less of my little boy and more my hot, sexy son."
Sam gave him a shaky smile. "You really don't mind...?"
"Nope. Just let me see what else has changed about you," Jason answered, reaching up that muscle shirt and exploring the new, iron-like abs.
"Nothing much... Just - ah!"
Jason gave Sam's nipples a hard twist and he felt his son's erection surge out of those gym shorts, poking out and riding up those abs while dripping precum all over them.
"Your nipples got really sensitive, huh?"
Sam was breathless, eyes wide and breathing hard, the shock of pleasure probably sending him into a temporary state of sheer bliss. "Uh-huh..."
"God, I love our family," Jason sniggered, slipping off Sam's shirt and burying his muzzle into that thick, golden fur.
He took a long, whiff, filling his nasal passages with his son's clear, crystal like-scent that was mixed with the overpowering musk of male arousal. His thick arms wrapped around his son's waist, probing for a good grip on those shorts and gently pulling them down Sam's thick, muscular legs. The instant that cock was free, Jason was hit by such an enormous wave of musk that he was made almost numb from the lack of oxygen. The only thing that shook him back to reality was the realisation that his son's cock had gotten bigger!
"Oh my god..." he gawked.
"Uh..." Sam began, blushing beneath his black fur. He grabbed his cock and bobbed it slightly. "Hi dad..."
Jason grinned and pulled away from his son's impressive torso, pressing his nose against the dripping head of that monstrous, foot and a half long cock. "Hey there big boy."
Precum squirted out of that big, black, cock, splattering all over his nose. With a devilish smirk, he licked at the head and savoured his son's taste. He wrapped his lips around its tip, gently suckling on it like a boy to his mother's tit, drinking in the precious, salty milk that his son produced. Sam groaned and thrust instinctively, pushing more of that titanic cock into Jason's muzzle.
Jason scrambled to get himself undressed, tearing the shirt from his chest by sheer force alone and tossing the shards to the side. The cool, breeze washed against his huge body, every muscle tensing and flexing as they moved in tandem with his son's. His hands slowly drifted down from Sam's massive chest, crawling over those washboard abs, through the thick forest of golden crotchfur and sailing along the crevasses and valleys of Sam's thick, vein-covered, godly thighs.
He quickly began unbuckling his own pants, tossing them aside as his cock broke free, bobbing in the air and squirting a burst of precum at his son's legs in greeting. Jason looked up as he pushing his entire muzzle as far as it would go over his son's cock. Sam was shaking uncontrollably, his eyes glazed over in bliss and his tongue drooping out.
It was perfect... That look on Sam's face... the look of pure bliss and love... It was one Jason would always remember.
"D - D - Dad... S - Stop..."
Jason blinked... and gave Sam's throbbing cock one last lick before he pulled his muzzle away and stared up at his son in curiosity. "What's wrong...? Did I hurt you?"
Sam shook his head, shaking and swallowing loudly.
His son suddenly turned around, sprawling himself against the counter and lifting his black tail with the golden tip.
"Dad... Mount me..."
Seeing that cute, bubble butt and the tight, pink pucker inviting him gave Jason no choice. He got up from his kneeling position and wrapping his thicker legs against Sam's. It surprised him that his own legs were bigger considering how Sam was on the track team but he dismissed it, knowing full well that his son would have time to grow yet. Grinning at the prospect, he rested his broad, muscular chest against his son's thick, hard back, feeling the warmth transfer between. His heart pounded against his chest, each pump pressing him closer and closer to Sam not only physically but emotionally as well.
Jason pressed his cheeks against Sam's, closing his eyes and shuddering at the close contact he shared with his son. He slipped his arms under Sam's chest, his fingers navigating the thick muscular mounds of those abs. Another set of fingers met his own and it wasn't from his other hand. Sam's fingers wrapped around his, locking them in place. His other hand crossed against Sam's chest, gripping that tattooed shoulder. Sam's spare hand curled around Jason's back, seizing Jason's ass and gently pushing them closer.
Inch by inch, Jason pressed himself into his son, the top of his cock pushing into that tight, pink pucker. Those big, bubbly ass cheeks clamped hard around his thick member, making him gasp as a burst of precum to shoot straight into Sam's ass.
Sam grunted, his voice slightly deeper now and a hell of a lot sexier.
Jason couldn't get over it...
The muscle, the voice... the tattoo... His son was one hot, hunky wolf.
_His_hot, hunky wolf.
"Sam... I love you, son," he groaned, his cock pressing into that ass. Hot, pulsing, fleshy walls pressed in around his cock. He could feel every breath his son made, every beat of his son's heart in his cock. Shuddering, Jason pressed deeper, yearning to become one with his son.
"Dad... Ngh!"
Jason gently kissed Sam's neck, reassuring him that he would never hurt him. He licked his son's cheeks and Sam turned to him, turning those licks into a passionate kiss. His cock completely slipped into his son's ass and Sam let out a moan of unrivalled ecstasy that echoed down Jason's throat.
Suddenly, Jason felt must lighter...
He gave a murmured 'Huh?' as his feet left the ground and gravity seemed to lessen. He pulled away from the kiss, gasping as the counter dropped down far below them and they hovered in midair a good five metres off the ground.
"Whoa...!" he gasped.
"Take it easy, dad," Sam soothed, smiling back up at him. "Trust me. I won't let you fall."
Jason gulped loudly, holding onto his son all the tighter. Despite the coldness of hovering in midair, his son's body was pulsing with so much heat and passion that it enveloped him in a brilliant, warming embrace. He turned towards his son's cheek, kissing Sam tenderly. Sam met his lips midway, their tongues exploring each other's muzzles with a new connection between them.
It wasn't just between father and son...
It was something more... something stronger.
Sam was part of his soul... part of his identity.
He never wanted to lose that part again.
The back muscles pressed against his chest suddenly shifted and tensed. Sam groaned softly, causing Jason to open his eyes. A new sense of arousal filled him as he watched his son's neck thicken slightly, the veins pulsing out against the thick fur and easing back into the flesh that grew bigger and stronger.
He couldn't help it. Jason placed a hand against his son's left pectoral muscle and felt the veins pulse and push beneath his palms. The muscle stretched, tensed and grew bigger. His palms rested against that sensitive nipple and the fleshy nub pulsed beneath his grip, almost molten in heat. The already massive ass cheeks squeezing his cock together became covered in a lattice of veins that pressed up against Jason's groin. As they faded, the muscle grew, compressing Jason's cock and squeezing more and more of his precum out of him.
Jason began pulling in and out of that ass. Each time he pulled out, his son just grew bigger and every time he pushed back in, there was just more of Sam to fill.
Oh god...
There was something to having his son grow right beneath him that drove him into a wild, animalistic state. All he wanted was for his son to become bigger, more muscular and hotter. Each time he shoved his dick up Sam's ass, his son just grew bigger.
"Ugh... Dad... I..."
Suddenly, Jason felt like he was being hurled through a vast, empty space, a biting cold snapping at his fur. He blinked and for a second he was wrapped in complete darkness. The next second, he was cloaked in cold, fluffy clouds, hovering high above the constant overcast over Newroads and gripping onto his son with both fear and elation.
"Ah - urgh!" Sam grunted.
Jason's jaw dropped as Sam slowly spun around on his cock so that they were facing each other. His son's powerful legs ballooned on, veins pushing past his fur as muscles expanded. The thick, luscious fur suddenly no longer seemed so thick as it was stretched taut against the widening frame. Rock-hard abs grew even harder and a defined eight-pack formed against Sam's torso. His son's frame stretched a little further away from him, becoming taller and broader large, highly-defined arms curled around Jason's frame and held him tightly. Those same legs, wrapped around Jason's back, nestling just above his tail and crossing there securely.
Sam's huge cock rode up further and further against Jason's chest, slipping in between his pectoral muscles. Jason grinned and flexed those mounds, squeezing his son's member against his chest.
Never once did Jason stop pumping into his son.
"D - Dad... Oh god... Dad!" Sam moaned.
It was like a scene right out a dream...
Here was, Jason Wolfe, and his son, Sam Wolfe, floating high above the clouds, his son growing before his very eyes and his arms wrapped firmly around his son's body. The heat from their union built and built, condensing the moisture around them and causing glistening droplets of water to coat their fur.
Jason watched one particular droplet slide down from his son's thick collarbone, navigate along a pulsing vein that bulged out even past Sam's thick, golden chest fur that was already pressed tightly against those godly pecs... and slide down across those washboard abs before landing securely on the throbbing, black head of that monster of a cock.
That cock...
His son...
Jason bent forward, burying his muzzle into the cleft of his son's pecs before gently bending down to kiss that hot, pulsing member. His son's clear, crystal-like scent filled his every being, calling him closer and closer to that cock. All inhibitions left him as he wrapped his muzzle around that black meat, not at all surprised - but still awed - that it wouldn't fit.
Fear temporarily jolted through him as he felt that member jerk upwards, still growing and forcing itself into his muzzle. His moans became muffled as it shoved itself down into the back of his throat, thick wads of precum filled with overwhelming saltiness flooding his tastebuds. Everything became instinctive, animalistic and so... natural.
His cock slipping in and out of his son... his knot forming painfully and yearning to be pushed into his son... to be one with Sam... And Sam... growing before his very eyes, cock pushed deep into his throat and moaning... A thick, pulsing orb formed against the base of Sam's cock and Jason gently pressed against it, making his son moan in pleasure.
It was perfect...
A dream come true.
"Dad! I'm gonna...!"
Sam suddenly arched his back and let out an ear-splitting howl that seemed to cut through the very clouds themselves. Molten, salty seed blasted into Jason's throat, flooding down straight into his stomach. Jason's gag reflex made him splutter but those same, primal instincts quickly took over as he drank, suckled and slurped every drop of his son's cum.
He felt filled... full...
The torrent suddenly intensified, blasting stronger into Jason and he was forced to pull away. At the same time, he thrust his cock deep into his son, his knot firmly tying himself into that tight, lovely ass. With each blast of that volcanic, white seed that splattered onto his face, he gave his son a hard thrust, pushing himself closer and closer to the edge.
But what pushed him clear off was...
"Dad!"
His eyes locked his Sam's.
"I love you, dad!"
Bam!
Jason's cock erupted, filling his son's tight ass and himself with endless pleasure.
He had felt full before... but now... he felt complete.
Sam had given some of himself to make Jason whole... and now, Jason had returned the favour and gave his son a part of himself.
Jason's gasps became ragged as he pressed himself against his son, Sam's cock still twitching and bursting out litre after litre of cum against his chest. To his surprise, Sam's form slowly began to shrink. His son's muscles became less and less defined, the thick forest of black and gold fur taking over once more. That precious cock began to slide back down his chest with every burst and Sam was finally able to rest his head against Jason's shoulder again, back to his original size and shuddering contently.
The thick, white seed from his son coated their chests, gluing them together and dripping around Sam's back to fall to the ground below.
Jason vaguely wondered what would happen to that drop... and giggled at the thought that some poor guy down on the streets would look up, mouth agape only to have a drop of semen fall into his mouth.
"What're you thinking, dad?" Sam asked softly.
He held his son tightly against his chest. Behind him, he could feel the sun's warm rays.
Dawn had broken and the sun cast its brilliant, colourful lights against the clouds.
_Now_this was a dream come true...
Him and his son, together as one in the skies above their home... the sun against their backs and opening the way to their new life together.
A door had been opened... And through it, Jason stood with his entire family... Brett... Dan...
... and Sam.
"I'm just thinking how lucky I am to have you, Sam." He gently turned his son's head to face him and pecked Sam's lips lightly.
"I love you."