Dog Fight: Horndog 4 Life

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"Listen Gabe, you only got 4 things going for you: my build, your mother's tan, your granddad's chin, and the family jewels. This is a superficial world we live in and I'm glad you got the best parts of the family to keep ya on the road to success, Son."

Gabriel stared up at his father for a minute in a slightly befuddled manner before leaning, ever so slowly, to the left inorder to get a clear view of the PGC Afterschool Special. He really didn't want to miss the "Statesman says..." segment that comes at the very end of every episode.

Phillip Asher, Jr. sighed and continued to let his son zone out in front of the television and walked his way back to the kitchen where his wife was furiously working at getting dinner done early.

"Phil, leave Gabriel alone. He's just a baby for crying out lou-mmph..."

Phillip mashed his mouth on to her's in a half hearted attempt at spontaneous romance and a full attempt at keeping her quiet for at least 10 seconds.

"And what was that for, mister?" Mrs. Asher gave her husband a suspicious look.

"Nothin' at all darlin', just a little taste of whats to come... later tonight."

"What? A quick squeeze and tickle then you rolling over and stealing all the covers?"

"That really hurts, ya know."

"You know you love me."

"Yeah", he returned with a goofy grin.

"Now are you going to help me out here, mi amor, or are we going to step into time machine after dinner and time travel back to an hour before the concert starts, hmm?"

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"Remember boys and girls, drinking may look like the cool thing to do but take it from me, Statesman, booze makes you lose."

As he signed off with a helmet shaded wink and star-spangled thumbs up, Gabriel Asher lifted his tucus off the couch and wandered over to the kitchen lead by the primal teenaged instinct to feed.

"What's for... OH CRAP IN A HAT!"

His eyes wide with shock and horror.

"GABRIEL", his mother shouted, "LANGUAGE!".

"Aww c'mon not cabbage soup again..."

"Its caldo and you like it!"

"Not anymore I don't. Anyways, cabbage soup..."

"Kiddo, its got cabbage, potato, chicken... and your mother worked very hard on this."

"... and salad?!?"

"Hey, I can't cook and, besides, salad's good for you. Now get that rear in gear and wash up. Remember your mom and I are headin' out for some alone time so make sure your homework is KO'd before we eat."

"Jesus, like rabbits."

"GABRIEL, LANGUAGE!"

"Sorry, Mom."

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"All of 15 now and I can't even be left alone in peace without having the mental image of themd... doing... things", he visibly shuddered as he stomped into his room.

Crisp new posters of babes and bands, and babes in bands, covered the white washed walls. Dirt clods and muddy tracks lead to a corner of the room where a pile of sneakers, cleats, and other shoes lay in a rank pile.

Gabriel grabbed a magazine off his dresser and in a single move shifted the mountain of clean and relatively clean clothes to the side of his bed and flopped down on his stomach ready to waste a couple minutes oogling the bikini clad ladies of Sports Illustrated, swiped from his dad's collection of course, before heading back acting like he washed his hands.

"GABRIEL MARCOS ASHER, YOU BETTER BE..."

He jumped at the thunderous blast of maternal authority.

"I AM, I AM! Aye yai yai... sheesh."

Gabe tossed his mag on the dirty floor and headed for the bathroom.

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He knocked first, knowing perfectly that no one was in there, but years of being told to knock first drilled this into him, before throwing open the door and flicking on the light.

Without missing a beat he flicked on the hot and cold taps and went at cleaning his hands, not 10 seconds into it he looked up, teenage-hood having put some vanity into his tackle-damaged brain, and too his shock two, barely noticeable lumps were protruding from his forehead.

At first he assumed they were pimples gone awry, then he remembered where is dad had been working all these years and his emotions pulled a 180.

These weren't pimples. Years and years of hero worship came flooding back, costumes, capes, battles, and BABES! These were the first step to amazing powers.

'Maybe they're like organic electrodes and let shoot lightning out of my face? Or maybe they let me talk to fish... nah. Or-or...', his mind raced with ideas.

"DINNNNNNEEEEEEEER!", his mother yelled from the across the house.

He shut off the taps, dried his hands, and went about feeling his head lumps as he walked back across the house.

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"Have you ever had that feeling that someone is watching you?", Gabriel asked standing at the entrance to the dining room/kitchen area.

His parents pulled apart from thier kiss at the dining table.

"Not until you were born."

"Phillp!"

"Sorry."

"Yeah, I love you too Pop", Gabe said before sitting down before his nice steaming bowl of cabbage soup (a.k.a. caldo) and his salad (a.k.a. dad's half assed attempt at cooking).

The Asher Family started their meal without missing a beat, the pepper and salt shakers made their rounds, a quick game of frisbee was played with a dried out tortilla before being admonished by the family matriarch, and then halfway through the meal Gabriel got up and served their drinks.

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As the sound of ice hitting glass bottoms rang out from the kitchen, Phillip and Rose decided to play 20 Questions with their son.

"So kiddo, you like girls right?"

"Que?"

"Your father asked if you liked girls, mijo."

"Uhh... of course I do. Cooties were no longer a problem when I hit 13, Pop."

"So any of them you'd like to tell your mother and I about?"

Silence.

"I'll take that as a 'No' then."

"Gabriel, its okay if you don't want us to know about your love life."

'Oh god are we really discussing this?', he thought to himself as he poured some Back-Alley Brew Rootbeer into his glass.

"We were both teenagers once. Besides you're too young for girls, your still my baby."

"Oi."

"C'mon you know your mother loves you. Its why we kept you. It was that or get a dog but I don't want to raise anything that eats garbage and humps all day."

Rose gave her husband a disapproving look.

"What'd I say...?!?"

"So anything 'groovy' going on at school, Gabriel?"

"Mom... do not say groovy ever again, okay? And nothin' important really."

"I heard at the plant that you're really using your head on the field."

"Yeah, coach says if I break one more helmet he's going to start charging me for them."

"The hell I'm paying that namby-pamby for faulty equipment!"

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Okay so I see some of you are reading this so for those of you keeping up with this you might need a brief explanation for what I'm doing with the story:

1) Horndog 4 Life is going to chronicle Gabriel's life leading up to becoming Horndog, whom later becomes Dog Fight

2) I am in and out of creative ruts all the freakin' time and since Dog Fight is such a blast to RP I decided I'd give him a little background as to why he's such a Horndog.

3) Being a relatively young hero in PCity, 26 to be exact, and being almost 15 at the beginning of the story there will be a few jumps in time coming up. Sorta just slices of his life from time to time.

4) I don't plan on posting every day to the story but weekly seems to be good and the posts should be longer and longer each time, but this is something I'll be workin' on for the next month so it shan't be very long.

5) I'm gonna put this story at PG-13, as he gets older he gets randomu... err randier, as should his shenanigans.

6) This is not at all pre-planned its basically written on the fly with 99.9% of the editing being done in my head and the spell checker .1% of the time. So bear with me

7) And finally any questions about the story or its author feel free to PM me. Who knows... what you may ask me might impact the story.

NOW BACK TO THE SHOW!

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"Listen Pop, its fine... I'll just, just... try not to bust any more equipment."

"Anyways, mijo, anything else going on?"

Gabe was quiet as he brought 3 glasses to the table.

"We really wanna know, Son."

He sat down, head hung low and spoke.

"I think something's wrong with my head."

"What?"

"I-I-I kinda have these lumps growing out of the top of my forehead."

Phillip leaned towards his son and inspected the raised and slightly reddened skin just within his son's hairline.

"Rose... these sure ain't pimples."

"PHILLIP!"

"I'm just saying, is all."

"Well, its our son. This isn't a time for joking."

Rose sighed, got up out of her chair and went to her son.

"Listen Gabriel its... uhh... theres something we need to tell you and it might not be all that pleasant to hear so bear with us."

"Yeah?", he said, looking up into his mother's eyes.

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"Well...", Rose looks over her husband her eyes reddening, tears held back.

"Son," Phillip spoke up, "ya see..."

"Am I dying?"

"WHAT?!"

"Is this like cancer or something... of the face?", Gabe asked honestly, a bit of fear wavering in his voice.

"No, no... no", was all Rose could muster before hugging her child close to her body.

"Gabe, you're not dying for anything you're just going through the change some of the Asher's and your Mother's side of the family go through at this age."

"Mijo, we're not quite, exactly normal."

"We're a bunch of aliens?"

"Not aliens, just not 100% human, kid."

Phillip shifted uneasily in his seat watching his wife cling so tightly to their teenaged son.

"Gabriel, mijito, you must understand theres a reason your father and I came to Paragon City."

"What are we?"

"I don't know, exactly. Your mother and I sort of sought each other out unknowingly years and years ago, sorta on instinct, and one thing lead to another and POOF! Thats why you're here."

"Poof?"

"Well it get complicated and awkward for me to discuss with you but I'm sure your high school Health Education class can give you the gist of it."

"Mom?"

"Yes, Gabriel?"

"Can I breathe now?"

"Oy, sorry Gabe its just I didn't want you to be sad..."

"I-I'm fine with it, I guess, it doesn't explain why I have lumps on head though."

"That never happened to me as a kid. How 'bout you Rose?"

Rosa Asher ran her hand over the red lumps on her son's head.

"No, this is... is new. No one in mi familia ever experienced this."

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"Anything else strange happening to you?"

"Well I ha-have been growing ha-"

"NO! I mean non-pubescence related, Gabe!" Phillip visibly mortified.

"Oh, well. Hmm, well I have been alot more... eager around women."

"Your father already said..."

"No, you see. I'm a tad more -- more excitable than what the counselor says is normal."

"Counselors?!!?"

"Gabriel, why didn't you come to us first? We're your parents."

"I thought you'd get mad or something. Its weird talkin' 'bout this stuff with you guys."

Rose shot her husband a nasty glare, he returned an awkward shrug.

"Okay, we can understand all this. Its very natural, our kind have strong urges and desires, it becomes easier to control over time. You're just so very young, mi amor, thats all."

"Anything else 'fore eat, then me and your mother take off for the night?"

Gabriel thought for a second.

"My visions gets a bit blurry sometimes."

"Stuff tastes or smells different too?"

"Yeah. More changes, right?"

"Righto, big guy."

Gabriel gave his parents each a big hug before they went back to dinner.

<END OF PART I>