Chapter 27: Token Human
Jasper steps out of the glittering portal into Valhalla, his heart pounding in his chest. The air is thick with the scent of pine and damp earth, and he can hear the distant clang of swords ringing through the air. He takes a deep breath, his lungs filling with the crisp, clean air of Asgard. He hears wolf howls, the smell of musk and some cum in the air.
He catches sight of a few wolf ears and tails bobbing through the crowds, some attached to muscled bodies that made him hard on the spot. Instinctively, he reaches down to adjust his pants but stops himself, remembering where he was and who he was supposed to be.
Jasper had been sent to participate in a week-long tournament, where gods, humans, and magical creatures of all kinds came together to compete and interact, gaining the opportunity to understand each other better.
He had been promised a once-in-a-lifetime experience, but Jasper couldn't have imagined the effect this tournament would have on him.
As he adjusted to the new sights and sounds, Jasper couldn't help but notice the wide variety of characters that surrounded him. There were women and men of every shape, size, color, and background, their skin adorned with tattoos, jewelry, and other body modifications that spoke to their unique identities.
There were centaurs, werewolves, mermaids, and minotaurs, creatures straight out of myth and legend, walking alongside humans, gods, and other magical beings Jasper never even knew existed.
Each person radiated their own energy, from the gentle, calming presence of a water spirit to the commanding, dominant aura of a male minotaur. Jasper could sense their power, their magic, even from a distance, and it both excited and scared him. He had never felt anything like this before, and he couldn't wait to learn more about these fascinating creatures.
As Jasper wandered the gathering area, a werewolf was strolling through playing on a lute.
His voice was melodious and full of soul. He sang, "Lay down your shields and weapons now. Let your guard petals fall to the ground. Let your guard down. I promise you, I am not your enemy."
The lyric and melody of the song washed over the crowd, and it brought peace to them, as if the music cleared away all the bad energy. It was a show of strength, wisdom, and kindness, the first impression that would last forever.
The werewolf surveyed the crowd, his emerald eyes gleaming in the gathering twilight.
His powerful frame was at ease, but coiled, ready for action, muscles rippling beneath bronze skin. A pair of wolf ears twitched atop his head, alert for any sign of danger.
He was the epitome of power and control, radiating a primal, wolf energy that made Jasper's heart race. He couldn't help but think of how it would feel to have those strong hands all over his body, those hips between his legs. On is back, was a triple triangle in Blue, Green and Black, almost exactly like what Jasper had.
He could almost feel the weight of the werewolf pressing him down, the heat of their bodies grinding together.
Jasper shook his head and took a deep breath, trying to calm his racing thoughts. This wasn't the time or the place to be fantasizing about strangers, even if they were as gorgeous as this wolf-man. He had a mission here, and he couldn't afford to get distracted.
Jasper forced himself to focus on the task at hand, turning his attention to his magical interface. He had received an email earlier instructing him to open a portal at a specific location and time. He grabbed his pack of magical tools his shamans cloak, an opened the portal, and stepped though. And now here he is.
The had said instructions said it was an event put on by the gods, and ran by a gregarious werewolf pack. It went on to explain that the magical tribes and gods had decided that they were done hiding and wanted to be free to be themselves. The email said that The Jockstrap Werewolf Pack, could test magical aptitude. Jasper wanted to get trained in magic and become a better version of himself, and be surrounded by muscle, cock and safety.
He didn't want any pressure, nor did he want to change who he was. He was happy being human, and being called a "catalyst" every now and then was fine with him. He opened the portal with his magical tool, the shaman's cloak.
As Jasper put on his shaman's cloak, he felt it tighten around his shoulders, fitting him better, and became lighter, feeling more solid.
It seemed to do the same to his prosthetic leg, the muscles in the thigh finding their groove and working with the leg mechanics. Magic pulsed through him, filling him with warmth and energy. The email did say that there was magic, and a portion of it would be specifically tuned to him, making sure that he was comfortable. It also said that an aide will be assigned to him because Team Jockstrap knew he was disabled, and his unique needs were being accommodated for. He had to sgin an NDA contract, that asked him alot of questions. Most of which were illegal in the united states. The contract said that this NDS is magically enforced and had no association with any earthy organization. The survey filed him under certain categories, as it would give him custom tailored access to various parts of the event.
It was respectful of his identity, stature and experiences. It was detailed, asking about kinks and fetishes, and if he had any latent magical abilities. It stressed that no one cared about his likes or dislikes. The people at the torment wanted him to be seen for who and what he is.
The email promised that most of the questions were meant to determine the sort of activities he'd be able to enjoy during the tournament, but some were just there for categorization purposes. Jasper could hardly wait to see what kind of adventures awaited him in this mystical land.
As Jasper looked around, he felt a sudden sense of belonging.
Despite the otherworldly setting and the bizarre creatures surrounding him, he couldn't shake the feeling that he belonged here. It was as if the gods themselves had summoned him to this place, and he couldn't help but wonder what role he would play in this strange tournament.
Jasper felt a warm presence behind him, and before he could even turn around, a deep voice rumbled in his ear. "Hello there, handsome. I'm Shadow, the aid you were promised."
The deep, rumbling voice sent a shiver down Jasper's spine, and he turned to see a massive, muscular werewolf standing behind him. His chiseled abs rippled with power, and his broad chest was covered in a thick layer of fur. He stood well over 7 feet tall and must have weighed close to 600 pounds. His long, thick cock hung between his legs, and his prehensile tail swished back and forth, as if curious about its new environment.
His dark, probing eyes gazed at Jasper with a mixture of lust and amusement. "So, you're the new human on the block. I hear you have quite the love for muscle, cock, and werewolves."
Jasper gulped, his body betraying him as he felt a surge of arousal at Shadow's words. He couldn't deny it; the muscular werewolf in front of him was undeniably attractive. But he quickly regained his composure and replied, "Yes, I do.
And it looks like I'm in the right place."
Shadow chuckled, his deep voice sending vibrations through Jasper's body. "Damn right you are."
Shadow leaned down, towering over Jasper. His hot breath fanned over Jasper's neck, and his muscles flexed as he spoke. "I've got a lot to show you, human. And I mean a lot."
Jasper's breath hitched as he felt Shadow's tongue trace the shell of his ear.
The werewolf's voice was a low whisper, sending shivers down Jasper's spine. "I've got a special place I want to show you, Jasper. A place where you can let go of all your worries and just be yourself. A place where you can be free to explore your deepest desires and fantasies."
Jasper's mind was racing, his heart pounding in his chest. He had never felt such a strong attraction to someone so quickly, but there was something about Shadow that drew him in.
"Jasper, I read your profile and understand that you are a human wolf, with all the normal tendencies. I can see just by looking at you and smelling you, that you are exactly what you say you are. You checked the box indicating that you wanted intimacy with wolves, minotaur's and orcs. Is tis true?" Shadow asked.
Jasper swallowed, feeling a rush of desire flooding his body. It was true, he admitted to himself. He had always been drawn to the wild, untamed energy of werewolves, minotaurs, and orcs, and the thought of being intimate with one, or all, of them, made him shiver with anticipation.
"Yes," Jasper finally managed to say.
Shadow let out a low growl, a satisfied smile spreading across his face. "Good. That's what I like to hear. Now come with me, Jasper. Take this pill. It will render you immune to damage from loving one of the magical tribes."
Shadow handed Jasper a small, blue pill, along with a small bottle of water.
Jasper hesitated for a moment but then decided to trust Shadow.
He downed the pill and waited for something to happen. Noting did.
Jasper had started to pull on the big wolfs tail, getting his attention. "Am I getting special treatment? I came through an individual portal, while everyone else went through communal ones." Jasper asked.
Shadow chuckled and patted his hand reassuringly. "Yes, you are. You are a human that has a wolf that needs to be acknowledged, Jasper. We got a psychic ping when you filled out your application. I will be brutally honest with you. We own your wolf ass now. We make sure that you get the love, validation and security you crave. We won't turn you into one of us, but you will be our token human, who gets to lead his own life, separate from ours, but is part of our inner circle."
Jasper felt a sense of relief wash over him as he listened to Shadow. He had never wanted to be a magical creature, he just wanted to be accepted for who he was, and this group seemed to offer him that.
"Dark brown hair, grey eyes, a beard, and a prosthetic right leg?" Shadow asked, taking in Jasper's appearance.
"Yeah, that's me," Jasper said with a small smile.
"Interesting. You have a very strong wolf and minotaur energy, as well as some dragon energy. How did you acquire this?" Shadow asked.
Jasper looked at Shadow and then down at his leg. "I cultivated it." Jasper replied, his voice quieting. "Intentionally." Jasper placed his hand on Shadow's massive cock, and started visualizing a visceral reaction to his touch going on in Shadows enddoctrine system asking it to fixate on Jaspers pheromones. He had no idea this would work or not.
He had heard of being able to command a person's body to have a reaction like this, but he had never tried it before.
Shadow's muscles tensed beneath Jasper's touch, and his deep voice rumbled through Jasper's body. "By Odin's beard, you are a rare specimen, Jasper. I am impressed. I've been to many tournaments before, but I have not encountered many humans with energy like yours. I can feel the wolf and minotaur vibes flowing through you.
But, what's more impressive is the way you command your body. You're right, I feel a reaction to your touch, and it's not just physical. You're a powerful being, Jasper, and I can sense you're meant for great things. You don't have much in the way of magic. You can shift your vibration to match those around you."
Shadow continued, his voice full of admiration as he looked Jasper up and down. Jasper blushed slightly under his gaze. He wasn't used to being the center of attention, especially when it came to his unique and powerful energy.
"Come with me, Jasper," Shadow said, placing a hand on Jasper's shoulder and guiding him through the crowd. People parted respectfully as they made their way towards a massive tent adorned with the Jockstrap Werewolf Pack emblem.
Shadow pulled back the flap and gestured for Jasper to enter.
As Jasper stepped into the tent, he found himself overwhelmed by the sight of so much muscle and raw masculine energy. Werewolves, minotaurs, and orcs of every shape and size lounged around the tent, their bodies gleaming with sweat and cum. Jasper couldn't believe his luck - he had found his ideal playground, a place where he could indulge in his fantasies and desires without judgment or shame.
But as he scanned the room, his eyes landed on someone who caught his attention.
It was a werewolf, sitting on a throne-like chair towards the back of the tent. His massive arms were crossed, his biceps bulging as he looked down on the rest of the room with a confident smirk. A crown made of bones and fur sat on his head, and his sharp red eyes glinted in the dim light of the tent.
He was enormous, standing well over 7 feet tall, with broad shoulders and a sculpted chest. His abs rippled with power, and his thick thighs were packed with muscle. A massive 16 inch flaccid cock hung between his legs, and his prehensile tail swished back and forth as he watched the scene unfold before him.
Jasper couldn't take his eyes off of him. Jasper walked up to the male, bowed slightly, and bared his neck. "King Drake." Jasper said, politely.
King Drake's smile widened at Jasper's submission. "Well, well, well. The little human knows his manners."
Shadow leaned down, whispering in Jasper's ear, "That's King Drake. He may be a giant among us, but he's fair and just in his ruling."
Jasper nodded, still staring at King Drake in awe. The male werewolf seemed to radiate power and dominance, and Jasper couldn't help but feel a strong pull towards him. "I know that, Ive been dirking his sport drink for years. Its the only thing that calms my wolf."
King Drake said, as a servant came up and offered Jasper a bottle of his favorite sport drink.
Jasper's heart fluttered as he accepted the drink, his fingers brushing against the werewolf's massive hand. "Thank you, Your Majesty," Jasper said, unable to tear his gaze away from the male.
King Drake nodded and leaned back in his chair, his powerful arms still crossed. "You know, I've been watching you," he said, a hint of amusement in his voice.
Jasper's heart skipped a beat.
"You have?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
King Drake nodded. "Yes, I have. And I must say, I'm impressed. You have a strong spirit and a fierce determination. You're not afraid to stand up for what you believe in, even if it means going against the grain."
Jasper couldn't believe what he was hearing. Here was this massive, powerful werewolf, giving him a compliment and acknowledging his worth. It was overwhelming, but in a good way.
Jasper had never felt more seen, more understood. These magical creatures, with their muscular bodies and dominant personalities, they got him. They saw him for who he really was, and they accepted him.
"Jasper, I hope you don't mind, but I had to tell King Drake about you," Shadow said, a hint of apology in his voice. "I thought it would be better for him to know about your unique energy and your situation."
Jasper shook his head. "No, it's fine. I'm glad you told him. My goal was to find the biggest wolf I can and offer a business deal. This works."
Jasper said, opening his eyes and looking straight at King Drake. He extended his hand. "I want to be your token human. I will be the ambassador of Team Jockstrap. I am more than happy to go home and never return. I have no desires to become a magical creature or a werewolf. I want to be sponsored by you, from the wolf's perspective."
King Drake chuckled and took Jasper's hand. "You have the most unusual proposition, but I am intrigued. I can feel the power and potential in you.
I like your spirit, Jasper." King Drake said with approval, his deep voice echoing through the tent.
Jasper's heart raced with excitement as the werewolf king gave him a nod of approval. He couldn't believe it. He had audaciously asked to be the token human for The Jockstrap Pack and King Drake had agreed.
Jasper smiled and took a deep breath, feeling a weight lift off his shoulders. He was no longer lost and indecisive about his position in the tournament, but he had found his place.
"King Drake, my wolf can year you guys talk. I want that calming bite your wolf and dragon is demanding." Jasper crosses his shoulders over his chest, string at Drake, imagining that his wolf is surrounding Drake's wolf in a big welcoming and fluffy hug. "And I dont mean a playful nip. I know full well that a pack clamming bite will heal soon."
Jasper added, giving King Drake a meaningful look.
The King of the Wolves smiled, his sharp white teeth gleaming in the low light of the tent. "Ah, so you've done your research, have you? Very well then. I accept your proposition, Jasper. You will be our token human, and we will sponsor you in the tournament. But I must warn you, my wolf is demanding."
The King of the Wolves rose to his feet, his massive muscles rippling beneath his thick fur. "Is your dragon demanding too? I desire both."
Jasper replied with a nod, not breaking eye contact with King Drake.
King Drake's deep, rumbling laugh sent shivers down Jasper's spine. "I like your spirit, little human. You're not afraid to ask for what you want."
With that, King Drake stepped forward and wrapped his massive arms around Jasper, pulling him into a crushing embrace. Jasper felt the werewolf's hard muscles press against him, and his cock stirred in his pants as King Drake's hot breath tickled his ear.
"I'll give you what you want, little human. And more."
King Drake's deep voice was full of promise, and Jasper couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement as the werewolf pulled back and leaned down to meet his lips. Their kiss was intense, a passionate joining of two powerful beings, and Jasper moaned as King Drake's tongue explored his mouth. He then bent down, thinking of his draon and wolf, and bit down as hard as he could.
Jasper felt a searing pain, but he didn't scream. Instead, he moaned and pressed himself closer to the werewolf king, feeling his own wolf and dragon respond to the piercing pain. Jasper imagined the earth beneath his feet, a well of unmiagiable power. As Drake sank his teeth down, and began to draw in a tiny bit of Jaspers soul, to make the binding complete, Jasper visualized the fangs going down into the earth, hitting Jaspers real reserve of power. The message Jasper gave to the King was, that "I am a wolf, and I am not to be fucked with." Jaspers wolf calmy told Drake, bowing in supplication, a clear message that Drake is his Pack alpha, and is worthy of respect, full respect, with seniority.
This message was received loud and clear, as Drake straightened up, basking in the glory, sensing the power, unadulterated affection and submission. Drake suddenly stands up. looking shocked (but not upset).
"Well, human, I must say, you are a ballsy little thing, aren't you?"
Jasper smirked, feeling a sense of pride and accomplishment wash over him. "I try my best."
King Drake chuckled and pulled Jasper to his feet, the two of them standing face to face. "Alright, you've proven yourself worthy. But know this, little human, there are consequences to dealing with magical creatures like us."
Jasper nodded, his eyes never leaving Drake's. "I understand. People said there were consequences to me losing my leg. None of them turned out the way anyone predicted. Frist, My name is Jasper. Not "human". And I happen to think I am doing remarkably well for cultivating a wolf into existence, without proper training."
Jasper said, looking straight into King Drake's eyes.
The werewolf king gave him a long, measuring look before nodding in agreement. "So it seems, Jasper. But know this, I will always expect more from you. You are my token human, and I expect you to hold yourself to the highest standards. Fail me, and you will face the consequences."
Jasper swallowed but didn't back down. "Understood, King Drake. I will not let you down. You are an honorable man, and a man of compassion. My wolf would never bow to anyone he does not trust. I can feel the power in this room, and I can tell who has the strongest aura, and the most power. It all flows back to you."
King Drake raised an eyebrow at Jasper's words, but then let out a low growl, acknowledging the truth in what he said. "Very well, Jasper. Let's see if you can live up to your own words." Jasper growls back, projecting the image of a large dire wolf in his place.
His wolf had sensed that King Drake wanted to dominate him, and that wasn't something Jasper was willing to accept. He was a man of his own accord and was not looking to be ruled by anyone.
Shadow, who had been watching the confrontation unfold, steps in between Jasper and King Drake. "Now now, let's not let things escalate here. Jasper has proven himself worthy by accepting the terms of the tournament, and I think he deserves our respect."
King Drake narrowed his eyes at Shadow, but then nodded in agreement. Drake stands up, walks over to Jasper, places his hand on the back of his neck and teleports them away. Drake teleports first. Japser stands there for a moment then waves bye, and follows Drake though to wherever they are going. He gets there about 3 seconds after Drake does, and had grabbed Shadow just in time, so that the large wolf came with.
Jasper appears with Shadow in his arm, 3 seconds after Drake teleported in. He had intended to bring Jasper with him so he could have a private conversation. Drake was frustrated that Jasper was able to ignore the teleportation, and simply stepped into the closing portal, taking Shadow with him.
Jasper was a force to be reckoned with, and Drake was starting to see the real potential in him as the token human for The Jockstrap Pack. As the three of them emerged into the private room, Drake couldn't help but stare at Jasper. His fierce determination and spirit were intoxicating, and Drake found himself drawn to the human in a way he couldn't explain. Jasper, on the other hand, was trying to gather his bearings and understand where he was.
The room was small, dimly lit, and adorned with various symbols of shields, axes, and wolf paws. It was also surprisingly warm.
"Welcome, Jasper, to my personal quarters," Drake said, his deep voice booming over the silence. "I brought you here so that we could have a private discussion."
Jasper swallowed, trying to calm the racing thoughts in his mind. "Okay, sure," he finally managed to say, holding himself up with all the confidence he could muster.
"Frist, How did you resist my teleportation? How did you follow through with Shadow?"
Drake asked, his red eyes piercing through Jasper's soul.
Jasper looked Drake straight in the eyes and said, "Thats easy, I just imagined that my frequency around my aura shifted, so your spell could not catch me. I then visualized you going through a tunnel with a closing door, and jumped though, pulling shadow along."
Jasper replied, Cool and with confidence.
King Drake's eyes widened in surprise, and he let out a low whistle. "Impressive, little human. I've never seen anyone resist my teleportation before. You're full of surprises."
Jasper shrugged, trying to play it cool. "I read a lot of books about fantasy. I always figured they were written by magic users. Im glad I am right."
Jasper had an air of calm self-confidence that was contagious.
King Drake studied Jasper for a moment, his eyes flicking over the humans slender form, taking in the way his muscles flexed as he stood tall and proud. Jasper's proximity to Shadow's body, had the wolf radiating dominance, sexual energy, eminating abundant pheromones, as he too, was becoming aroused meeting his new King and Alpha.
Drake couldn't help but feel a rush of excitement at the thought of having Jasper as a part of his team.
He had a strong spirit, a rare and valuable trait in a human, and a willingness to learn and grow. And, Drake couldn't deny the attraction he felt towards the human. The way Jasper's muscles tensed under his gaze, the way he carried himself with confidence and poise, it was a turn-on.
"Jasper, what do you want from us? Did you expect to be picked up by someone?" Drake asked, sternly
Jasper asked, his voice barely above a whisper. "Sir, do you mind if i drop the alpha act?"
Jasper asked, voicing his mind.
King Drake raised an eyebrow at Jasper's question but nodded in agreement. You may call me Drake." "Thank you, Drake. And I don't expect anything from you. I came here to explore the tournament and to enjoy the scenery. i just wanted to get fucked by a werewolf. And yes, I am curious about where I fit in this magical world. Can you do a scent test?"
Jasper asked, his voice barely above a whisper, his dark brown eyes meeting Drake's sharp red ones.
Drake's eyes widened in surprise for a moment before he nodded, his lips turning up in a slow smirk. "Ah, I see. You're curious about what you are."
Drake closed his eyes, taking in a deep breath. He could smell the faint scent of werewolf, minotaur, and dragon in Jasper's aura, but it was faint, like a distant memory.
Drake took in another deep breath, trying to focus on the unique energy that Jasper possessed. It was unlike anything he had ever encountered before.
Jasper tilted his head as Drake sniffed him, curious about what he was looking for. "Do you sense anything?" he asked, his voice wavering slightly.
Drake opened his eyes, a slow smile spreading across his face. "Yes, Jasper, I do. You have a rare and powerful energy within you. Wolf, minotaur, and dragon. All mixed together, creating a unique scent.
But what really drew Drake in, was Jasper's own scent. He smelled like cedarwood and musk, with a hint of something sweet, like freshly baked bread. It was intoxicating.
"You have a powerful aura, Jasper," Drake said, his deep voice full of admiration. "And you're right, you do have a rare energy within you. I've never sensed anything quite like it before."
Jasper's heart skipped a beat at Drake's words. "I think I'm an omega."
Jasper said, with a quiet certainty.
Drake raised an eyebrow at Jasper's words, but nodded in agreement. "That is a possibility, Jasper. But it doesn't define you. You are so much more than just a label." Drake said, sensing the uncertainty in Jasper's voice.
Jasper nodded, taking in Drake's words. He had always felt different, like he didn't belong, and the idea of being an omega, the lowest rank in werewolf society, was both terrifying and freeing. "That is true. Thank you. So, what are we going to do next?"
Jasper asked, looking up at King Drake with a mix of curiosity and apprehension.
Drake studied Jasper for a moment, before a slow, mischievous smirk spread across his face. "I have something in mind," he said, his deep voice dripping with suggestion. "But first, I want to see how far your abilities go. I have a feeling you're not telling me everything." He didn't like the idea of being tested, but he knew it was necessary. He nodded, taking a deep breath.
"Alright, Drake. You want to test me? Let's do it."
Jasper's voice was steady, but his heart was pounding in his chest. He had no idea what Drake had in mind, but he was ready for whatever challenge the werewolf king threw his way.
Drake smirked, his red eyes gleaming with excitement. Follow me."
He led Jasper and Shadow to another room, this one even darker and more ominous than the last.
Drake stopped in front of a large stone slab in the center of the room, runes etched into its surface.
Jasper felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand up, a sense of foreboding washing over him as he looked at the slab.
"This is where I test my contestants, to see if they are worthy of joining my pack," Drake said, his deep voice sounding even more menacing in the dimly lit room. " fotunalty for you, you already joined."
Jasper swallowed hard, trying to calm the nerves that were quickly taking over. "May I look at it before you ask me anything?"
Jasper asked, his voice laced with caution.
Drake nodded, a sly smirk playing on his lips. "Of course, Jasper. Feel free to examine it."
Jasper approached the slab, his gaze fixed on the runes etched into the stone. He ran his fingers over the symbols, feeling the deep grooves and ridges beneath his fingertips. He sensed a faint pulse of energy emanating from the slab, and a shiver ran down his spine.
"Interesting," Jasper murmured, his mind racing with questions and possibilities.
"Can you tell me what these runes do?"
"Of course," Drake said, stepping closer to Jasper. "These runes are used to channel and manipulate energy. They will test your abilities and see how far they go."
Jasper turned to face Drake, his expression serious. But before we begin, I have a question. Why me?"
Drake's eyes softened, and he placed a hand on Jasper's shoulder. "Because you have a rare spark within you, Jasper."
"Can you test me using something that isn't manufactured in the last few minutes? I read runes, and I know what Seidmenn magic feels like, and this aint it."
Jasper crossed his arms and cocked an eyebrow, looking up at King Drake with determination.
Drake let out a low chuckle and squeezed Jasper's shoulder. "My apologies, I had it made just for the tournament. As for why you, Jasper, I see great potential in you. You have a power that is unique, and I want to help you harness it. I believe you will be an asset to my team."
Jasper let out a deep breath and nodded, understanding Drake's intentions. "Alright, let's do it. Why not just stick your paws on my mind and feed your magic though my nodes and energy scaffolding? Tou should get a pretty solid read on what I can do. You are my alpha and you can wander around my mind freely if you want."
Jasper said, looking confidently into Drake's eyes.
Drake's face broke into a smirk, his sharp teeth gleaming. "Very well, Let's begin. But, I will only go as far as you allow me. I do not wish to intrude upon your privacy."
Jasper nodded, closing his eyes. He felt Drake's presence in his mind, a warm and comforting sensation. He allowed the werewolf to explore his memories, his thoughts, and his abilities. "Drake, If I have a boundary, then it means I don't trust you enough. Go all the way, If I reset, ignore it. This is how I get stronger. I have physical boundaries, not mental or magical ones."
Jasper's mind was an open book to Drake, and he explored it with abandon. He moved through his memories, impressions, and perceptions, seeking out any information that could be valuable to him. Jasper's thoughts were like a roadmap, leading him through twists, turns, and dead ends.
Jasper realized that Drake was testing more than just his abilities. He was testing his trust, his loyalty, and his resilience. Jasper kept his mind open, welcoming Drake's presence, and allowing him to see everything that he had to offer.
Drake, for his part, was careful not to intrude more than necessary, respecting Jasper's boundaries and making sure not to overstep.
As they journeyed deeper into Jasper's mind, they discovered a rich and complex reality, full of desires, fears, and a deep longing for connection. They found his thoughts and memories interwoven with intricate detail, the product of a curious and creative mind.
Drakes discoveries about Jasper were surprising and intriguing.
He found a man who was not only strong and brave, willing to put himself through such a test, but also possessing a deep and insightful awareness of himself, his surroundings, and those around him. Jasper's thoughts and memories revealed his senses for predicting others’ actions, nuanced understanding of human emotions, his intuitive nature, and his empathetic and compassionate personality. He was not just a man, he was a vessel for many unique gifts.
Their bonding ritual was a memorable moment as they shared an intense mental and physical connection, a feeling that was never experienced before.
Drake is not only impressed by Jasper's abilities, but he is also drawn to his personality and character. The way Jasper carries himself with such confidence, open-mindedness, and willingness to explore new experiences, is truly a breath of fresh air.
Drake puts his paws down, and looks Jasper in the eye. "You traded in your density as a human, and crafted one of your own design."
Drake says, admiration ringing clear in his tone.
Jasper shrugged, looking pleased with himself. "Yeah, I figured why not? I've always wanted to experience life as more than just human, and this seemed like the perfect opportunity."
"Plus, it's not every day you get the chance to design your own magical creature form." Jasper adds, with a wink in Shadow’s direction.
Drake nodded in understanding.
Your unique energy and abilities suit the needs of my pack perfectly."
Jasper's heart soared at Drake's words. It felt good to be accepted and valued, especially in a world where he often felt like an outsider. That means a lot to me."
Jasper beamed, and Drake couldn't help but return the smile. Their connection was growing stronger by the minute, and Drake couldn't wait to see what the future held for them. "Do you want to know what you can do and if you have any magic?"
Drake asked, his voice dripping with curiosity and excitement.
Jasper bit his lower lip, feeling a sudden flutter of nerves. "I guess so," he said, his voice barely above a whisper.
Drake smiled, his sharp teeth gleaming in the dim light. "Good. Then let's get started," he said, gesturing towards a circle of runes etched into the ground.
Jasper followed Drake over to the circle, his heart hammering in his chest. He had never done anything like this before, and he had no idea what to expect.
But he trusted Drake, and he trusted his instincts. He stepped into the circle, taking a deep breath as he prepared himself for whatever was about to happen.
"Now, Jasper," Drake said, his deep voice resonating through the room. "Take off your clothes and stand in the center of the circle. This will help you connect with the energy of the runes and unlock your abilities. We wont give you anything you don't have access to, nor will turn you into a wolf or anything."
Jasper hesitated for a moment, feeling a sudden surge of vulnerability. But then he remembered the bond they had just formed, and the trust that he had placed in Drake.
With a deep breath, Jasper undressed, standing proud and vulnerable in the center of the circle, as Drake had instructed.
Drake watched as Jasper slipped out of his clothes, appreciating the sight of his lean, toned body. He could see the muscles of Jasper's back and shoulders tense up as he stood in the center of the circle, and he couldn't help but feel a sense of pride knowing that he had helped this human unlock his potential. He looked down at the prosthetic leg, very familiar with the ring. Fluffy had one once upon a time.
"Now, Jasper," Drake said, his deep voice rumbling through the room.
"Close your eyes and imagine your energy flowing through your body, bringing life and power to every cell. You are a warrior, a survivor, and a creator. Believe in yourself and let your true power emerge."
Jasper did as he was told. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, focusing on the energy that flowed through his body. He imagined it traveling from his core to every limb, every muscle, every nerve ending. He imagined himself becoming a force, a being of pure power and potential, and the thought made him feel alive.
Jasper's eyes snapped open, and a surprised gasp escaped his lips as he felt a sudden surge of energy coursing through his veins. He could feel the energy pulsing in time with his heartbeat, and he could sense the changes happening within him.
His muscles didn't grow, and his body didn't change, but he felt different. He felt stronger, faster, and more agile. He felt like a new version of himself, and he couldn't help but smile.
Drake watched as Jasper's eyes snapped open, a surprised look on his face. "What's happening to me?" Jasper asked, his voice shaking with excitement.
"You're tapping into your inner energy, Jasper," Drake explained, his deep voice resonating with pride. "Your muscles aren't growing, but you're enhancing your abilities.
How do you feel?" Drake asked, his deep voice echoing in the room.
Jasper thought for a moment, taking in the altered sensations of his body. "I feel... powerful," he finally said, a note of wonder in his voice.
"Good," Drake replied, nodding in approval. "Now, let's test your abilities."
He instructed Jasper to move around the room, to test his speed, agility, and strength. Jasper did as he was told, moving with ease and grace that he had never experienced before.
It was as if the energy that now coursed through his veins was propelling him forward, allowing him to move with a fluidity and power that he didn't even know existed.
" Now, Jasper," Drake said, his deep voice booming through the room. "I want you to summon your energy and direct it toward a target. See what you can do with it."
Jasper nodded, focusing his mind on the energy that flowed through his body.
He visualized it as a bright, pulsing light, and directed it towards a nearby training dummy.
As the energy left his body, he could feel it surge towards the dummy, creating a visible burst of light. The dummy was lifted off the ground and sent flying across the room, crashing into a far wall with a loud, echoing thud.
Drake observed in awe, as Jasper demonstrated his newfound abilities. He had never seen anything like it before. Jasper was not just a human, he was something more. Something unique and powerful.
And what made him truly special was the fact that he was still human. He hadn't transformed into a magical creature, but instead had harnessed his inner energy and used it to enhance his abilities.
"Fantastic job, Jasper," Drake said, clapping him on the back with a warm smile. "You've clearly found your true calling."
Jasper grinned, still in awe of what he had just accomplished. "Thanks, Drake," he said, his voice filled with gratitude. "Is this my chi taking form?"
Jasper asked, looking at the trail of energy in disbelief.
Drake chuckled. "More like your inner warrior emerging. This is just the beginning of your journey, Jasper. There's so much more we can teach you if you're willing to learn."
Jasper nodded eagerly. "I'm ready. I'll do whatever it takes to unleash my full potential and become a valuable member of your team."
Drake beamed with pride. "I knew I made the right choice in picking you, Jasper. Let me rephrase that. You picked us. You walk in and challenge us every step of the way, and prove your mettle."
Jasper's mind raced as he processed Drake's words. Is this what I really want? To join a werewolf pack and become a magical creature? "Jasper, I can see the uncertainty in your eyes," Drake said, placing a reassuring hand on Jasper's shoulder. "But I promise you, this is where you belong. You have a rare and unique energy about you, one that I've never encountered before. Do you mind if I introduce you to our patron, Connor."
Drake asked, eyes twinkling with excitement.
Jasper nodded, on board with Drake's plan.
Leading Jasper and Shadow to a nearby boxing ring Infront of a tent.
Drake gave a low whistle, signaling a group of burly men to step aside. A massive black wolf emerged from the tent, his coat shimmering in the sunlight. The werewolf's eyes swirled with electricity, and his body radiated with raw, untamed power. He surveyed the area with a fierce and commanding presence.
Jasper's breath caught in his throat as he lay eyes upon the creature. He felt his heart race and his body tingle with anticipation.
For a moment, Jasper was speechless, unable to take his eyes off the magnificent creature.
"Jasper, this is Connor, our patron and creator of the multiverse," Drake said, introducing the two. "Connor, this is Jasper, our new token human."
Connor lowered his head, his eyes studying Jasper carefully. "Interesting," he said, his deep voice rumbling through the room. "You don't have any magic, yet you possess a rare and unique energy. I can sense it.
Your energy is vastly different from the rest of the pack.”
Connor took a few steps closer to Jasper, his eyes unblinking. He stretched out his neck, close enough for Jasper to feel his hot breath on his face.
Jasper stood his ground, staring back at the massive wolf with determination. He was nervous, but not afraid.
“You’re not like anyone I’ve met before,” Connor said, intrigued.
His voice was deep and rumbling, like the growl of a wild animal.
Jasper felt a shiver run down his spine as he took in the werewolf's muscular form, covered in sleek black fur.
"I can sense your power too," Jasper replied, standing up straighter and puffing out his chest. "And I'm not afraid of it. I'm excited to see what I can do with this newfound energy of mine."
Connor's lips curved into a small smirk, and Jasper could have sworn he saw a glint of amusement in the werewolf's eyes. "Do you mind?" Jasper held up a hand, projecting an image of sending a pulse though the body, pinging the meridians.
"A living thing is not just flesh. It has a rhythm, an energy. A pulse, if you will. I want to see how elastic it is." Jasper said, his voice measured.
Connor lowered his head, allowing Jasper to place his hand on his head. Jasper closed his eyes, taking a deep breath and focusing. He could feel the warmth of Connor's fur beneath his fingers, the steady pounding of the werewolf's heartbeat.
Slowly, Jasper began to... hum.
Jasper's hands started to glow with a soft blue light as he manipulated the energy in Connor's body. He sent it pumping through the werewolf's veins, watching as a low growl started to rumble in Connor's chest.
"Interesting."
Jasper murmured, impressed with the werewolf's response. "That's incredible. I've never felt anything like this before."
Connor pulled back, and Jasper opened his eyes to see the werewolf watching him with a newfound respect.
"You have a unique gift, Jasper," the werewolf said, his deep voice rumbling through the room. "One that I have not encountered in many years."
Jasper's heart swelled with pride at the werewolf's words, and he couldn't help but feel a sense of belonging as a part of this strange and wonderful world.
"Good job," Drake said, clapping Jasper on the back with a warm smile. "You've clearly impressed Connor.
"Connor, I got a question."
Jasper said with a determined look in his eyes. "How long have you held this form?"
Jasper asked, his curiosity piqued.
Connor tilted his head to the side, as if considering the question before answering. "I have held this form for as long as I can remember," he said, his deep voice rumbling. "But it is not my only form. I am a shapeshifter, able to take on many different forms. But this one is my favorite. And it helps that I am the creator of this form and the multiverse."
Jasper's eyes widened in surprise. "I get that. But I can somehow sense that you created a backstory and wove it into this timeline, so its like you always existed. I am asking, how long has this body been real? Not according to the Calander, but in time relative to you. I know this place has subjective time. So I'm betting you compress it quite often."
Jasper commented, intrigued.
Connor nodded, a hint of admiration in his eyes. "Indeed, I do. Time is a precious and malleable resource. It's a matter of necessity. And I require a lot of it to create and tend to my creations. Compressing and expanding it as I see fit, allows me to achieve more than what would be feasible in a single lifetime. And besides, time is relative. I created this multiverse after all, I know a few tricks here and there."
Jasper let out a low whistle. "You choose a mortal body, and a very hot one at that. And you keep it in excellent physical shape. Why have you been neglecting the Spiritual and emotional care? Your chakras and meridians are clogged!"
Jasper exclaimed, laying a hand on Connor's broad chest. "Your energy is stagnant and barely moving. No wonder you're feeling lethargic and uninspired."
Connor looked taken aback, his jade green eyes wide with surprise. "I hadn't noticed," he admitted. "I've been so focused on creating and maintaining this multiverse that I've neglected my own spiritual and emotional well-being.
I suppose I have become complacent in my own power and strength," Connor said, a hint of embarrassment in his voice.
Jasper shook his head, a compassionate smile playing on his lips. "That's understandable, given the amount of responsibility you have. But neglecting your own well-being can lead to bigger problems down the line. I can help you clear your energy channels and get your chi flowing again. It's the least I can do, given that you've given me this opportunity to discover my own potential."
"Drake, can I take over as the teams wellness coach? Id like to open up a booth targeting to the magical tribes teaching basic energic wellness principles."
Jasper proposed, eyes sparkling with determination.
Connor nods, impressed by Jasper's proposal. "I believe that would be beneficial to many of my creations. I am often so focused on creating and maintaining this multiverse that I neglect my own spiritual and emotional well-being. And I can certainly use your help, Jasper."
Drake nods in agreement. "I think that would be a great idea, Jasper. You have a gift for understanding energy and the human body.
You do not scare easily, nor do you back down from a challenge. You possess the strength and courage to face whatever comes your way, whether it be clearing Connor's energy channels or standing up to the other magical creatures in the tournament.
"I had to. My life sucked. I gave up my lower leg as an act of defiance against the status quo and demanded the universe give me something better in return."
Jasper said, determination flaring in his eyes. The light from the torches reflected off the metallic surface of his prosthetic as he spoke.
Drake nodded in understanding. "I like you, Jasper. You have spunk and a warrior spirit. You're not afraid to take risks and demand more from life. And that's exactly what drew me to you," he said, a slow smile spreading across his face.
Jasper's eyes widened. "What do you mean?" Jasper asked, a mixture of excitement and anxiety coursing through his veins.
"Exactly what I mean, Jasper," Drake replied, a teasing smirk playing on his lips. "I was drawn to your lively spirit, your unbreakable spirit, and your determination to overcome adversity. And that's why I choose you to be our team's token human."
Jasper's heart swelled with pride at Drake's words. Being chosen by the leader of the Jockstrap Werewolf Pack was no small feat, and Jasper knew it.
"Connor, is there anything you think that Jasper can use to help him get attuned to his new life with us?"
Drake asked, his voice laced with concern.
"As a matter of fact, there is," Connor said, with a mischievous glint in his eyes. "I have a special gift that I saved just for the person who would become our token human."
Saying this, he walked over to a large wooden chest, emblazoned with ancient Norse runes, and began rummaging through it. After a few moments, he pulled out a large, intricately carved crystal wand, which seemed to radiate an otherworldly energy.
"I created this wand specifically for the role of token human," Connor said, his voice filled with pride and reverence. "It holds a unique vibration that will allow you to connect with the magic of this realm, and amplify your own abilities. I also infused it with my energy and essence, so you can have access to the powers of the entire multiverse."
Jasper's eyes widened in awe and gratitude as he took the wand in his hands. It felt alive and buzzing with energy, and he could feel it pulsing in harmony with his own heartbeat.
"Thank you, Connor," Jasper said, his voice filled with emotion. "This means the world to me. I won't let you down. I promise to use this gift to honor the trust that you've placed in me, and to be the best token human I can be."
Connor nodded, a proud smile on his face. "I have no doubt that you will, Jasper. I have a feeling about you. And I'm rarely wrong about these things."
Jasper felt his heart swell with emotion at Connor's words. The human takes the wand, and it vanishes. In a moment, his shaman cloak vanishes, as does his backpack and belongings. A long think prehensile tail appears, grey and brown, thick and powerful. A staff appears in his hand, with a Valknut on one side of the top and a Wolf Paw Print on the other, His clothing changes. He wears tight dragon scale Lether pants....not form fitting, but tapered. He is wearing a leather vest of dark green dragon scale, with blue edging. The back has a Gold Pawprint, and the front has a black Valknut on the breast pocket.
Jasper smiled as he felt the weight of the staff in his hand, the smooth texture of the scale leather under his fingertips.
He looks over to Drake, who smiled back, eyes sparkling with excitement. "Ready to continue the tournament?" Drake asked.
Jasper nodded, feeling a surge of energy and determination. He was ready for anything. "Connor, can I do one thing for you first?"
Jasper asked, his voice curious.
Connor tilted his head, intrigued. "Sure, Jasper. What is it?"
Jasper's eyes narrowed, his gaze focused on the massive wolf. "Psychic Hygiene. I want to wash away the stagnant energy you have."
Jasper said, determination in his voice.
Connor looked at Jasper and slowly nodded his head. "Okay, Jasper. I trust you. Do what you need to do."
Jasper positioned himself in front of Connor, his eyes closed and his hands glowing with a soft blue light. He stood tall and confident, a warrior ready to take on any challenge. His loose shirt clung to his lean, toned muscles, showcasing the definition in his arms and chest.
Jasper let out a long, slow breath and began to hum softly. He places a hand over the musclebound chest, and on the back between the shoulder blades.
The Valknut glows bright, surrounded by electric-blue energy.
The energy begins to flow, tendrils of it reaching out from Jasper's hands and wrapping around Connor's body. The stagnant energy is lifted from the werewolf, transformed and then absorbed by Jasper's staff.
Jasper's aware of it, the buildup of energy hurts, but it is necessary. The process feels natural. Almost as if Jasper has been doing it for years. He sighs and feeds it back into Connor. A small ball of dark energy is left in the palm of his hand. He places it in the earth, asking that it be purified properly.
It will draw power from the earth, purging itself of the stagnant energy. Jasper opens his eyes, stepping back from the massive wolf.
Connor's body trembles as the last of the stagnant energy leaves his body, replaced by a newfound vitality.
His eyes glow with an inner light, and his fur stands on end. Jasper can feel the shift in the air, the power of the werewolf amplified by the energy purification.
"Thank you, Jasper," Connor says, his deep voice rumbling with gratitude. "I feel... alive again.
I can't remember the last time I felt this good," Connor said, his voice filled with a newfound sense of awe and wonder.
Jasper smiled, a feeling of satisfaction and completion washing over him. He had done what he set out to do, help the powerful entity unblock his energy channels and regain his vitality.
"It's my pleasure," Jasper responded, his voice gentle and reassuring. "It was an honor to be able to assist you, Connor."
Drake nodded in agreement, a proud expression on his face.
"Jasper, I can see that you have a kind heart, and a pure soul. You possess a deep understanding of energy and the human body. You have a rare gift, and I believe that you will be an invaluable addition to our team.
Welcome to the Jockstrap Werewolf Pack, Jasper. As our token human, you will be treated with the utmost respect and kindness. We will support you, and help you to unlock your full potential.
But before we proceed to the tournament, I must ask you one more thing.
I am curious about you, Jasper. Who are you, really? Where do you come from? And what brought you to this tournament?"
Jasper sighs. "Guys, Im an Oracle. Do you really want an answer? i can simply tell you if you ask the question again. I came though a portal because the email told me to. I have no idea if im in my home universe or not. But if ask the oracle part of me, I can answer."
Jasper's voice was calm and measured, and he looked Drake square in the eyes as he spoke. "But I don't think you're ready for the truth. It's not as simple as a name or a label. I am an oracle, a conduit for the energies of the multiverse. And I have come to this tournament for a purpose. One that has yet to reveal itself to me."
Drake studied Jasper for a long moment, his eyes narrowed in thought. "You're right, Jasper. I dont think we are ready for that. I am cofortable knowing that we have a friend out there who sent us help. Jasper, you are the second person tha has joined us that is an oracle. Fluffy started off human, and went wolf on us. He feels like you quite a lot." Drake replies, his deep voice rumbling with amusement.
"I read your application, your kinks and likes and dislikes. Why don't you go to one of the adult tents and let Shadow fuck you. Time won't pass there so you can take as long as you want."
Drake suggested, his deep voice rumbling with mischief. "Really?" he said, unable to hide the excitement in his voice.
"Yes, really," Drake replied, with a slow nod. "You deserve some pleasure and release after all the hard work you've done. And besides, Shadow is more than happy to help. He's been eyeing you since you arrived."
Jasper couldn't believe what he was hearing. He had never been propositioned like this before, but something about it felt right. 'Drake, Is this my new normal?"
Jasper asks, unable to keep the uncertainty out of his voice.
Drake chuckles and wraps a burly arm around Jasper's shoulders. 'It can be, if you want it to be. You have a rare gift, Jasper, and you can use it to help many in the multiverse. But remember, you always have a choice. As for the werewolf love? It is your new normal. We need you on the ouside world. But you will never be left unattended. We plan keeping you safe and warm. I sent Pyro a message to some wormhole stuff to your home in Santa Cruz to merge it with ours. WE aleady paid off your student loans and yuor debut and sent your parents a letter in the mail explaining to them that you got employed, and there are major family medical plans. We also took the liberty of notifying your SSDI rep that you are now suitably employed." Drake said....."And as your Apha.....just know that your not allowed to worry about this sort of bullshit. If a worry comes up long these lines, just send an email to me and ill make it go away. "
Jasper nods, feeling a sense of relief wash over him. It's comforting to know that he's not trapped, that he can still decide who and what he wants to be.
Jasper nods, taking it all in. He feels a warmth in his heart, knowing that he has a community that cares for him and wants to support him.
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