Meeting the Family (Patreon)

Some serious eldritch horseplay [romantic]

Par had a serious boyfriend, and it was pretty new to him. He'd had a lot of experience with other relationships - god, devil, owner - but rarely a proper romance. There were so many rules he wasn't used to. Things like unspoken desires you have to figure out and the need to actually speak them as soon as you do. It was usually so much easier to just make a universe and be mysterious and distant or find some galactic emperor and tell him he's special until he lets any mischief through.

But he and Nick had hit it off too hard to ignore. They were both quasi-fantastical eldritch thought entities; Par being "kind of" a genie in that he was summoned through enchanted objects and granted wishes; and Nick being "kind of" a wizard in that he manipulated reality through code-like spells that ran off magic-juice slowly produced by sentient beings. 

They had both decided to look like fat-assed rodents, though, and that counted more in Par's book. Nick had lank black hair, small round glasses, and cream colored fur, while having a somewhat burly frame ending in extra wide hips and an extra long tail. Par had poofy red fur, that ended in a slight cowlick rather than separate hair, and his eyes had the pie-eyed design of an old cartoon, just because it would be rude not to warn people that something was up; and while his frame was leaner his ass was rounder. 

So they'd bonded over physical attraction, and the difficulty of designing a proper butt starting from raw particle manipulation, and the weird tingle you get in your toes when you exist partly as a thought-manifested entity and people are confused about you. They'd swapped stories about taking 'apprentices' and leading them to glory, or karmic destruction, or a big black hole they wanted to mess with. And they got tea, first at Par's favorite place, then Nick's.

It was too -normal- of a relationship, and Par felt strange about it. His Mom had created him from whole cloth, and he knew he was a little undersocialized. He'd had millions of years to catch up in his adult life, but some feelings never quite go away. 

As a result, he actually felt awkward. He hadn't felt awkward starting a cloning program, or changing the Planck time, or setting up whatever the fuck that 'quantum' scam was about, but it was somehow tricky to ask this.

"...Hey Nick? You wanna meet my parents?"

Nick had been created the hard way, by contrast. Not just by the standard "in the birthing canal one way and out the other" method, but by hard mortal years in the council estates and technical schools of his homeworld. Until, that is, effort and will and fate collided to make him what he was in the form of a mage beyond most mortal reckoning.

But despite elevating himself beyond his beginnings, he was still definitely from there, so to speak. The rat looked up from his phone, theoretically he didn't need one given his mastery of spellcraft, practically it was nice to be able to separate oneself from Posting Online by throwing a fireball at the thing giving you psychic damage, and over to the mouse.

"Your parents? Yeah, sure, I..." he agreed without thinking, before his brain kicked into action. "Oh, hold on a minute. You know, I did actually try to use divination magic to get your mom's opinion on something once. I don't remember what happened after, but that was why I had white hair for a year or so. I don't even get the feeling she was mad at me, just... she's strong, you know?" The rat flexed his bicep a little in pale imitation, then tapped the end of his snout with the edge of his phone, thinking.

"...so I guess the answer is still yes, but we should take into account that I might not have much to say if her aura obliterates my higher brain functions. And hell, if that happens, I suppose you can just use me as a particularly handsome lamp or whatever until you leave. I don't really know that much about your dad, though... I mean, beyond what you've said."

"Yeah that's, uh... that is why we're -starting- with my dad," Par scratched his ears nervously, before thinking better of it and scratching Nick's instead. "Mom can tone it down, but she also thinks anybody who can be scared away from her baby boy just by displays of power doesn't deserve me. Which wouldn't really be overprotective if she wasn't..." Par gestured with his hands in 4d space, miming deletion of spacetime.

"Out of curiosity, what did you ask her?" Par decided he'd better quickly double check what the first impression was before delivering the dad primer

"It was a very technical question about space folding. I noticed a severe gravitational anomaly in a system I like to take weekends off in. The way the metallic rings reflect the gas giant there is so pretty, by the way, and in the next 20,000 or so years it'd probably be a real problem for the whole place."

Nick closed his eyes as he got his ears scratched. Nobody was too stuck up to love that, after all. "And messing with gravity isn't exactly my strong point, so I thought I'd ask the expert... when I came back after it all the anomaly was fixed, so either she fixed it, or I blacked out and did it myself."

"Ah, so not -opinion- opinion, she probably appreciated that then, especially if it got fixed..." Par took a deep breath and stopped stalling. "OKAY, so, dad. Things to know about my dad: he's the nicest member of my family in conversation but outside of that tends to just do what he wants even more than the rest of us. His powers work a little differently in that they're actually much stronger than mine but are limited to a comparatively small area around where he actually is, and he is so unreasonably fucking hot my mom actually married him." 

Par probably could have provided a more useful example of the dangerous levels of hotness he was trying to describe, but as he tried to count down the warnings on his fingers, one was actually provided for him. 

Par's forearm began to swell, his hand growing thicker and more masculine, his ruddy fur bulging out around muscles and veins as his left arm developed first into the kind of beef you only get from working with a hammer all day or the luckiest kind of bodybuilding, the swelling rising up his arm as his gold armlets started to expand around a rapidly burgeoning bicep.

"Which means he just tends to show up as soon as there's the slightest chance he's wanted and also his influence on how I look and act tends to be a lot harder to hide when he starts getting close which is soon he likes food sorry thought there was more time" Par rapidly finished in a hurried breath as his left shoulder became four times the breadth and muscularity of his right.

Stronger than Par's? If the mouse thought he had not nearly enough time to get the answer out, then Nick was, almost definitely, working under an even greater time crunch. He had to hear the information, digest it, and come up with a working plan of action to deal with the information he had received.

"Uh... you okay?" He offered first, as he reached out to touch the beefier arm, but instead locked fingers with the less muscular hand on the right side of Par's body in what he hoped was a mildly reassuring gesture. What did all that tell him, if he boiled it down?

First, that Char was coming from that direction, cosmically speaking. He thought he could feel a little turbulence in the cosmic foam as he looked beyond the mouse's newly-meaty arm... though his more physical senses were a little more drawn to the new definition along the mouse's fuzzy arm.

Secondly, that Char had at least something in the way of manners, but "the nicest", "does what he wants", "much stronger" and "the slightest chance he's wanted" coalesced in his head as "incorrigible potent extrovert." Not necessarily a bad thing, certainly an all-introvert party could be a bit tame in his experience, but what was certain was that his hands were probably not going to have a strong grip on the steering wheel... and judging by how Par was reacting, the mouse's own control over how things would go was limited, too.

"Uh, don't worry about it, I'm sure it'll be fine-"

It was either not fine or much better than fine, depending on perspective. Par looked good with muscle. Par looked more with muscle. Big heavy pecs that could wrap around Nick's head, massive brick abs that looked like they were begging for a fist... or a tongue. Arms as big as Nick's thighs, and Nick's thighs weren't small.

It was a little unsettling to see his cute femboy boyfriend change body types before his eyes. Par had always been lean, but now he was ripped. His thighs had been muscular, but now they were monstrous pillars. Par's ass used to be the largest part of him by far, but at least a hundred pounds of muscle later it was...

...Well it was still enormous, and sexy, and hard to look away from; but it was no longer that much MORE big than the rest of the massive mouse stud. The gold necklace, arm bracelets, and sash that usually looked like club wear on the little femboy mouse now made the giant mouse stud look more like a god.

Which was actually probably more accurate, and very worth exploring, if a large, swirly portal hadn't started to form across the castle hall. Par only had one final warning. "Just avoid the D word and it should be. As long as I can resist you when I'm like this~"

Certainly the look was fine with Nick. He had been no stranger to muscular partners in the past, though most of them didn't really satisfy the rat's emotional requirements contending with immortal ennui or keep up to his mental standards as one of the most learned mages to exist like Par did. 

So, unsettling it may have been, but it was less important to worry about drooling over every inch of abdominal muscle and more important to put on a first impression as the horse came through the portal. He neatly arranged himself besides Par, still holding on to one much-thicker hand as he used that least impressive of magics to neaten his hair and make himself look as presentable as possible.

The air pressure differential and sudden appearance of Char still blew his hair back, his glasses ending up askew at the end of his nose as Char made himself visible instead of merely known. Nick tried to put on a smile as he fixed himself up again, but that warning tickled his brain.

"Wait," he whispered, "did you mean-" Dating could have been the right word to avoid if they were going to be introduced as just friends. Dick, maybe, if Char was liable to show his off at the drop of a hat. Dancing, if Par's old man had the old man moveset and Par really didn't want to be embarrassed.

...it could have been "daddy", he supposed, in the briefest of moments before Char interrupted him with a booming greeting and the thought was lost.

It was probably daddy. 

As Char stepped out of the portal the impression of raw masculinity just washed over them, Par absorbing some to become square jawed and strong eyed as out stepped an anthropomorphic horse who was dangerously chiseled even by those standards. 

His eyes were piercing blue, his fetlocks were long and untamed, his mane and tail were white, flowing, and glowing; raw energy spilling out from him at every end and illuminating jet-black fur so shiny it was almost a mirror. 

He was actually less uncovered than either of them, wearing a pair of slacks with his hands in his pocket, the white pants fit perfectly around his sculpted thighs and massive bulge. It was secured with an equally white belt, unadorned except for a chain holding an entire -planet- dangling from each of the loops, except the one that held a chain leading into his pockets. 

It was holding tucked in a choker-neck lavender tank top  which left his arms, shoulders, and winglike lats free while still shrinkwrapping his abs, bisecting his pecs and pinching just the tiniest hint of squish into those monstrous meat slabs.

"Hey boy, and boy-friend," he introduced himself with a nod, "Nice to finally see ya in physical space."

...Par was right. That was unreasonably hot to Nick on many levels, and Par could probably feel it in the squeeze against his fingers as more tension crept up in the rat's grip. Nick watched the horse enter like he was ready for the catwalk and felt a moment of unworthiness for having put together his outfit in "wizard casual" that day.

...That is to say, a conjured set of loose clothes that were pretty much just a t-shirt and shorts. There was a lot to let his eyes settle on, from the massive bulge and the way it moved in those tight pants to the teeny planets dangling from belt loops. Real or not, he wondered. Certainly the possibility was on the table, and he got the impression that there were probably a few people out there in the universe who would be very much cool with the idea, letting the light of tail and mane illuminate their days...

He was caught staring for a moment before being prompted by Par, blinking and looking up from hip-height on the horse. "Uh! Yes, ah, hello! Good to see you too!" he offered, before looking up to his mouse again. Par's fingers felt that touch stronger in Char's presence, and that was without even doing anything to flex.

"Good to meet you," Char nodded... and his gaze looked -through- Nick, the blue eyes looking past the conjured clothes, past the assumed flesh, and straight to his core. Nick could... he could feel something tingle in the parts of him most like vital organs, the thoughts of him in civilisations he'd visited, the flavor of his casting in the mana of distant worlds.

Then the horse clapped one hand on Par's newly meaty shoulder, "Yeah! He seems 'submissive and breedable'. Good pick boy. You want me to fix him or just make you a sandwich or something?"

"No fixing please," Par said bluntly, before clapping his hands together and making some smoke materialize into the room, quickly forming furniture appropriate for their new sizes, which Char immediately sat down in.

"Fair enough," Char turned to Nick again, hands crossed on his lap and leaning in, bare arms constantly twitching. "SO, I can't really see anything wrong with you that's not inherent to being a crowdsourced tulpa, aside from maybe a bit of extra self-justification, but I think you know that angering that mouse is a bad idea and it's not like anybody's ever managed to do so anyway. Which means you get to ask daddy whatever you want instead of getting eaten."

Nick took the opportunity to sit down, unsure which side of the large couch he should put himself on to be most polite when talking to them both... then took one look at Par. The much wider Par. 

He was going to sit between Par and Char so that he didn't have to continually peer out from behind Par's pecs like he was timidly hiding under an armpit. Submissive and breedable? He wasn't... okay, well, "breedable" did become insanely subjective when high enough power levels came into play, the less said about swan transformations the better, but he wasn't submissive.

...Was he? Right? And what did fixing even entail? He briefly turned back to the mouse as Par's newly-muscular frame made the couch creak, putting a hand on a rusty-furred thigh and squeezing. There was a lot less give than he anticipated. "Why would I want to make him mad? Okay, maybe I'm a little more evil than he is, but we both like seeing people rack up a karmic debt that can only be repaid in the funniest possible manner, so it's not like I want to be that guy, y'know? Besides, he's a sweetie."

"True, and good to hear you acknowledge. Keep it up and honeybuns will leave your entire timeline uneaten. Most people in our hobby don't care that much about making other people happy. Hells, most actual genies are downright spiteful about it, so I've never had a problem with Par keeping the 'only if you deserve it' dream alive. It's just a dad's duty to menace a little bit."

Char crossed his legs, leaning a bit to the side, making himself more casual. "I guess I'm only fully his dad as long as I'm here. But that just makes it more important that I fully give the chance for him to assert himself."

Par was too red to actually blush, but he could feel it in his cheeks. And everywhere else. Being in the same room as his dad was influencing what passed for his biology, making him more like the stud god. Bigger, stronger, more confident, HORNIER. He wanted to pin his boyfriend down and pound him right then and there, show his dad that he could make his own choice and those choices meant making his bitch SCREAM.

However the awkwardness induced by proximity to dad [concept] was still beating the lust induced by proximity to dad [overdeity], which meant Par was still limiting himself to throbbing quietly as his cream-colored cock steadily hardened and grew

Nick decided that the "squeezing rock hard muscle" thing wasn't working out so well as a form of physical affection, so he gave the weighty thigh a solid few pats instead, resulting in the kind of dense and meaty sound that would satisfy any livestock farmer. "Hey, if my people are happy, I'm happy too. Mostly because it's hard not to smile when you're being blasted by all those good vibes, I guess also because it's the right thing to do to keep them enriched on an intellectual level."

He leaned over into Par a little more, but kept his eyes on Char, not noticing as that cock grew stiffer behind him and he tried to play the good host. He noticed the warmth, perhaps, but there was a lot of mouse! Could have come from just about anywhere. "That's an interesting relationship, though. Seems like you kinda bent causality into a little loop there, right? I had a stepdad, but your whole arrangement is entirely new to me on quite a few levels. I suppose part of that comes from Aria, right?"

Par groped his ass in return, tail entwining with his own as he brought both their tips to tickle Nick's thighs. If he didn't admit that he'd missed the squeeze nobody would know, and it was just another reason to go a little harder now.

Char, meanwhile, looked tickled by the gesture -and- the question. "Oh mostly her I'd say. I was just a regular," Par interrupted, whispering 'giant, indestructible' into Nick's ear before Char could finish the sentence, the mouse rolling his pie-eyes like he'd heard that joke too many times before, "horse before I met her. But after she decided she probably wasn't going to dump me in a dead timeline, she figured I had better be 'worthy' of her and she started writing in infinities wherever I used to have numbers."

Char flicked the air, and spacetime imploded, an enormous gap opening in reality for him to reach into. He pulled out a mini fridge and took out a few beers, popping one with his thumb and tossing one each to Par and Nick, nodding at them in case Par wanted to explain himself. 

Par did. "Yeah... Mom keeps upgrading his virility every time she touches his balls. It's mostly a flirt, but he's up high enough at this point it counts as a law of reality. Anybody he's with will have his kids, and all his kids will be absolute studs. The fact that I don't exist in linear time is backfiring on me, because as soon as he's in range reality can tell that I "should" be his."

Nick took the bottle in his hands as Par groped him. It was playful but more forward than he expected, and he turned back to smile over his shoulder at Par while he opened the beer with his incisors.

There was a double-take and a brief snort-inhalation that left suds dripping from his nose when he saw the size of the dick throbbing up against Par's abs. Not having quite the same level of embarrassment as Par over the whole situation, there was a quiet, impressed "oh damn" that certainly graced Par's ears and almost certainly hit Char's. 

Well, if Par wanted to grope at him, Nick could make it easier. He pushed himself up a little more, resting his ass on Par's thigh, watching as his legs lay comfortably across either side of the broad, muscular seat beneath him, feeling that powerful wall of muscle at his back. And if he was closer to that dick... hey, no harm done, right?

"Aha, I get it. Makes sense... well, as much as anything makes sense in our line of work." He really meant their line of work, mostly, but even if he was a cosmic intern, comparatively speaking, to the big shot employees here... hey, they all shared the same building, right? "Well, it certainly seems like that's how it works... all I got from my familial relations was disappointment, really, hoping that's not genetic. In comparison? Seems like you're a much better daddy to have." Nick shot Char a grin, getting just a little too playful to remember which word was on the naughty list.

As soon as Nick said the word, Char's mane flared behind him, getting wilder and brighter for a moment as a sheen of sweat appeared on his fur, the room rapidly filling with his scent. In terms of mortal comparisons, it was actually a very clean musk, smelling like oak wood and apple fritters... just with significantly more lust pheromones than the human mind was really meant to parse right behind them.

Nick did feel Par's cock rising into him, at the same time as the mouse got tense, bouncing Nick on his thigh a little bit as his rumbling, muscular chest silently mouthed 'No'.

Char was much less quiet, sounding amused as he spoke a little louder to drown out the rumbling sound coming from the suddenly swelling bulge in his pants. "Oh? You think you want to be part of the family PROPERLY? Or just saying my name for some other reason?"

The rat blinked. As expected of a rodent, he had a pretty sensitive nose, able to detect all the tiny chemical hints and scents better than most perfumers. On top of that, he was a mage, his senses trained to see beyond the material and into the more unusual, arcane components of life.

Needless to say, it was like having a flashbang dropped in his lap. Looking briefly stunned, he turned back to look up at Par for a second, brain ticking over as lust pheromones demanded his own cock rise in turn. Oh yeah, Par had mentioned that, hadn't he... an easy slip to make while trying to be jovial.

"Uh... I mean, I like your boy, and... er..." His eyes were drawn down towards that bulge, gathering size like a singularity. A black mass of unfathomable density. "I mean, I was just being... sorry? Thank you?" The rat swallowed hard, eyes locked on the heavy endowments trapped in very stylish white pants.

"Ah, you're already too horny to think properly? Par, you need to work on your boytoy's resilience," Char shook his head, but he grinned at the mouse as he said it. 

"I should probably... step out until this wears off... but if you wanna meet the missus probably best you know AND that Par fucks it outta ya," the mouse was throbbing, hard, against Nick's back, going from nibbling Nick's ears to clutching his ass tighter, trying to keep it together.

"Whenever somebody uses that word, it reduces my ability to suppress my virility, and since Par has that same virility he ends up with more of it as well," Char looked at the panting rat already trying to huff his stepson's cock and simplified. "The D word makes us both more manly."

"Ah, yes, I can... see that. And feel it, and smell it..." Nick replied, feeling strong fingers squeezing around his ass like he was the last turkey in the store before Thanksgiving. His tail spiraled along the heavy length at his back, squeezing it tighter in coils of flesh, the near-prehensile limb feeling the considerable girth as it tried to encircle that shaft.

"...and does that only work when you're around, or..." It could have been an innocent question. A little workplace safety tip. It could have been, if Par didn't know Nick's predilections. Whether or not Char had sussed them out himself or Par was interested in keeping things mostly reasonable was another question.

The rat scooted back a little, feeling the broad muscle beneath him and the heavy, humid dick at his back. Rodent nuts were usually pretty hefty, but the ones beneath him were a cut above and ready to do some serious repainting.

Char gave Par a look. It involved a raised eyebrow, a crooked tooth, and an ear twitch that leaned just a little too far outside 3d space. But what it said was something Par understood immediately. "I can't believe you're not dominating your spouse properly. If you don't do so soon, I'll have to do it myself."

Which was a very specific thing to get from a look, but Char had used it and followed through enough times to make the meaning stick. 

"Sigh... damnit..." was all Par said, before the castle faded around them and the three of them were afloat aimlessly in deep space. 

"I LIKE being a femboy, y'know?" Par switched to telepathic communication as he casually doubled in height, vanishing Nick's clothes in an instant. "I like being little and cute and still able to absolutely wreck and ass." A throbbing, swelling cock was already between Nick's cheeks. "I like cute family stuff. Living out the little cliches of normal life."

Par's hand came down like a meteor, spanking Nick exactly -once-, before he slammed his way inside, rhythmically pounding the rat. "But I guess it wouldn't be family if we weren't ourselves."

That meteor smack might have obliterated a mere mortal, giving a glimpse as to what "work on resilience" meant. A hand with the power of an extinction event would have sounded a perfect rippling crack were it in an atmosphere as it made contact with the rat's ass. The wizard may have been legendarily tough after endless years trying to force the weave of magic to do his bidding with great success, but not tough enough to avoid calling out with a soundless moan as a massive dick rolled through his body.

...He wouldn't have been opposed to Char joining in, but it was best to stand by his man. His femboy? Both? His contribution to the psychic chatter sounded like it was on the wrong frequency, his attempts at clear and concise communication somewhat stymied by the gargantuan dick in his ass.

"I like it as well!" he offered, feeling every joint in his body pop as he was given the internal massage of a lifetime. "It's nice to just watch TV at normal speed instead of immediately knowing the plot because one of the directors wanted a bigger dick once and used my magic to do it. Or to go shopping and prank the sales attendants by having a fatter ass every time they come back with a new outfit. But... it's nice to have fantasies as well, you know?"

Par actually didn't. Wanting something and having it were the same thing for him. It was why he was currently swelling past 25 feet in height, lost in deep space, 6 feet of cock buried in his boyfriend's ass, wondering if he should cum with every thrust or hold his cum til the end. The things he had to work for were the things that might not actually exist, things like 'normalcy' and 'appropriate'. 

But if he -was- a fantasy... that had its own charm. If he was what people would drop everything for, he could hardly complain about that. 

He could loosen his own restrictions, let his body start soaking in sweat that smelled of applewood smoke aerosolizing around him and making an atmosphere just for them. He could flex and ripple his abs to massage his boytoy's back with bricks of muscle alone and to add a wave and an extra vector of raw force to the cock currently pounding his prostate. He could even make 'suggestions' to reality like 'everybody is on a hair trigger today' and get to work filling all that space.

He usually didn't. 

But if he was a fantasy then maybe he always had them.

It was a sharp departure from the wizard, who had spent a lifetime looking at the impossible and figuring out ways to make it possible. Fantasy was his bread and butter almost literally, given that it was what propelled him to the very heights of arcane power in the form of contract magic, deals done for a price to fulfil deep desires. A long war he had fought against normalcy... was this what winning that war looked like?

There were other fantasies, certainly. Toe-height to an inferno of divine vulpine power, a mere bug that was nevertheless seen. A pet to an overdeity stallion, chained to the base of a cock that could break worlds in ways both nice and nasty.

This, though... this was the one that felt closest to winning, he thought. The closest to having a seat at the table. Sure, Char had said that he wasn't yet properly dominated, and the rat wasn't entirely sure what that meant, but... he had to admit he was more than a little interested to find out.

The presence of an atmosphere gave the rat something to pant into, becoming audible as it thickened, giving him thick lungs of scented air that only made his cock spurt harder and his nuts start pulling overtime shifts to throw more rat cum into the void of space. Pinned between a cock and a hard place namely Par's abs the atmosphere also gave him the opportunity to speak... though his panted words were less intelligible and more a panted, huffed stream of "oh-god-fuck-daddy-fuck-harder-ahghghh". 

It meant pleasure. Soul pulsing, mind-breaking pleasure. 

This was Par's show now, his restraints weren't just being forced away, he was discarding them. A rat the size of the moon was free to dangle off a mouse the size of a planet. Cum could pulse forth like quasars. Every gut swelled, whether with cum or with muscle. 

The Par who'd been afraid to do it next to his dad in case he lost something by doing so was silent. The Par who was here now got it. 

He'd considered this just fucking. Growing, crushing the universe under his balls, letting physics warp around the flick of his tail when he got too large for light speed to let him move. That was how sex worked for what he was. But it wasn't just fucking as long as it was special to somebody. 

And if his little rat got too horny for a musclegod... well... Par didn't need his ass that much. As much punishment as Nick's took, the mouse could at least put his own in timeout.

He could also lean in. 

And wrap his fingers around the rat's body like dough, molding him to better fit the cock inside him. 

And will his fur to start fondling his sub's balls, reaching up to tease and tickle his ring, overstimulating every spot he had nerves.

And say "Always. Your wish is my command~" when what that meant was taking more by the minute

It was quite the wish, all considered. All the people out there giving Nick power meant nothing in comparison to this multiversal display of power, the deft touch of the mouse necessary to ensure that as more infinities were applied to the length of that tremendous cock, the rat stayed mostly intact.

But not the same. That resiliency was a must, though the physical was much easier than the mental, toughening him up enough to take every big bang against his ass. Every mind-shattering moment of absolute sensation was harder to prepare for, though, particularly when the stakes kept getting raised...

Then again, wasn't that part of the fantasy too? The lust for power could be neatly separated into the love of power itself, and the desire to be proximate to power, and right now, the latter was winning. How could it not, next to such a sight? When every moment next to the colossal mouse was rewarded, over and over again, with the most mind-bending pleasure that he had ever experienced?

Drooling and huffing and panting, there was only one response he had. Only one response he could have as his brain was fried and his feet rested on balls that could father universes, as his gut swam with loads that could do even more than that.

"Rrrrrrgh... daddy"

Char was actually having a hard time himself, after that one. He'd been proud to see Par step up, take charge, and show his boy a bigger world... but he was still getting increasingly out of control. While Par was enjoying his upgrade, his dad had needed to hide his clothes, open a few portals, and start stuffing black holes down his cock to avoid an explosive result of his own.

It was a testament to Par stepping up that Char could be hard and naked near somebody and not have them paying attention to him, and it was actually kind of nice. He chuckled to himself at the idea that he was having the moment of normalcy his boy had asked for. He knew that that was simply what romance did to you, it made nothing normal for you because it could be better.

...He did hope they stopped saying that word, though. He was now fully on to self sucking to stop the universe from flooding, and all those singularities were already backing up on him. One more and he'd have to do something drastic.

But for once, that wasn't his decision.

Somewhere in the recesses of Nick's brain, a few synapses rubbed together, posing the question again.

...he wasn't really submissive, right? Sure, he was taking a dick that could snap a universe in half and was filled with more cum than the average universe had space. Every single strand of fur and muscle fibre on his boyfriend's body was squeezing a frankly irresponsible level of pleasure from his body as he was continually forced to get better just to survive it all.

Sure, his house, his homeworld, his universe was probably stuck under a ball wrinkle or cock vein by now, forever doomed to smell like his beau (and much improved by the honour, he thought). And, sure, he realised that being in the presence of overdeities was more than humbling.

...but what really tipped him from a moderately bratty "not me, surely" to an enthused, prostate-flattened "oh god yes" was just how much it was enhanced by a single word. A word that Par had all the ability in the world to prevent from leaving the rat's mouth, but one that he wanted to say nonetheless because he was taken by how it turned the dials past eleven and into the realm of entirely theoretical superhuge numbers. One that started to come out of his mouth with a teasing lilt, easily stopped with a finger or a nudge, but with the full intent to complete it in mind.

"Da-"

 "-ddy."

Just like that, he was allowed to finish. He was allowed the whole universe, that was the point. Swelling to galactic sizes, cumming more than the brain could possibly allow, reality itself seized by the neck to wrangle it into cooperation. Par was growing forever, rumbling with a bass voice even unspoken, he couldn't be anything else. He was thrusting harder, strength increasing by the second, by the planck time, he couldn't be anything else. The more Nick took the more he had to take. His mouse fantasy was beyond his wildest dreams. 

The 'kindred spirit', the little magic femboy in club wear, was everything that he had wanted from a stud even if it was still him, still them, still everything all at once. 

Until he was reminded they weren't alone.

"Honey, help!" Char's voice was washed away. By space, by cum, by the rumble of his -own- body as he was about to lose control. By the fact that he hadn't even said it out loud, barely even thinking to himself that he needed his own partner. But the intent was there. He'd never tried just not having sex after that many uses of the word before, and he was about to pop the universe. He needed relief.

And so he invited trouble.

The whole family wasn't quite as generous.

And only gave them a moment before…

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Small.

That was Nick's first thought, after the comedown, it was the exact opposite of what he expected.

One moment he had been very nearly LITERALLY on top of the universe, with the only part preventing it from being literal being the fact that he was bottoming. The next he...

Wasn't... sure where he was, actually. 

Suburbia? He guessed? 

He was walking down a solid but faded grey driveway past a practical but aged sedan, next to his femboy boyfriend who was wearing a banana colored polo shirt and slacks... that matched his... polo shirt and slacks. 

Par knocked on the door of his... childhood... home? And it swung open, revealing a perfectly normal foxgirl with salt and pepper hair, who hugged them both and brought them in, showing off a plateful of lemon squares with an inordinate amount of pride on her face.

Then she got out the slide projector. Of the variety that was obsolete in most universes and annoying in all of them; as she immediately cooed, "Now the hardest relationship test of all, you have to see baaaaaaaby pictures!"

Nick knew for a fact that Par had told him, several times, that he'd never actually been a baby. That did not seem to deter the fox, who was now grinning wildly and flipping through pictures depicting a teeny tiny mouse boy trying to eat his own tail, missing, and rolling over onto his head, again and again until he hit the wall of a crib.

Nick spared a glance at Char, sitting on the couch in a ratty tank top, his head buried in his hands.

Par just looked bemused. But did still have just enough boldness to whisper to his boy, "See, this is why I warned you about Mom," he said, before picking up a lemon square and stuffing his mouth in a way that prevented him from elaborating.

He was happy, though. Not because he got that normalcy after all  though he appreciated the gesture  but because he realized he actually might be the one in the family with the most big dick energy. After all, his dad had his mom, and his mom, well...

The only thing she couldn't do was meet expectations.