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To Ashes

Chapter 3: Pick Up

Sneak Peek

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“Thank you for calling the assistance hotline, please stay on for a short survey-"

Click!

“Whatever," Asher sighed as he threw his headset off and back on its charger. He was done for the day and he wasn't going to spend another minute taking disgruntled callers. Asher was the best at handling upset customers and getting them everything they needed, but also knew when to pump the breaks.

“Hey Asher," Judd shouted at the little drake from his cubicle, the lion a large and wide man. “Can I have a word?"

Asher sighed and packed his things up to get ready to go. He wore a crimson sweater and some tight black pants that bunched up around his high top boots. The white drake headed over to his boss, the lion a young college, dude bro graduate who wanted to make a name for himself in the city. Not to say he was dumb, but Judd was always such an air head, or at least around Asher.

“Yeah Judd?" Asher asked as he made his way to his boss's cubical. “I'm on my way out and I got to pick some stuff up for dinner."

“I know, you're busy," Judd put his hands up defensively, his dress shirt bunching up at the shoulders and his dark mane tied back into a bun. “I just wanted to run something by you before you left."

“What's that?" Asher cocked his head.

“Well," Judd crossed his arms and sat down in his large chair, his desk a mess of sticky-notes and files going in and out. “You know that the company is growing and our budget is expanding, not to mention our demand for more operators is going up and I can't manage a team of over forty people."

“Judd, you don't need to beat around the bush," Asher leaned against the entrance to his boss's cubical. “Just say what you want to say."

“I'm getting to it," Judd smirked. “You and your conversation razors never cease to cut to the point, huh."

“Well, not so much a razor as just not having time for fluff," Asher gave a half chuckle and shook his head. He then looked at his boss and the big lion sat there, his eyes wide and a deep blush on his face. “Uh…Judd? You there?"

“Oh, fuck, yeah!" Judd shook his head and stood up, the towering lion a bulky beast of a man. “I wanted to know if you'd like to be my partner?"

“Your partner?" Asher cocked a brow.

“Y-Yeah!" Judd stammered. “A co-manager I mean. Like…not a life partner or anything, not that I'd-"

“It's a wonderful opportunity," Asher stood up and straightened his sweater, throwing his scarf over his shoulder and back into place. “Though, I don't know if I'd be the best fit for the job." Asher smiled. “I've got a lot on my plate already just taking the calls and training new employees."

“Oh…I…well, here's the thing," Judd was tapping his claw tips together nervously. “I don't really think anyone else could do the job. There are other's that have been here longer, but you're just so much more…I'm not trying to say attractive…but what I mean is…hmm…" Judd's face was starting to burn red under his fur and Asher could tell the big guy was about to burst.

“If it makes you feel better," Asher smiled. “You can just accept me saying 'no' now and you don't have to try to sell it to me."

“You'll get paid more," Judd answered quickly. “I mean, it's a ten percent raise from where you're at."

“I don't' know Judd," Asher sighed, his hands wringing the shoulder strap of his satchel. “I love the idea of more money, but I've already got a lot on my plate like I said before."

“Dinner," Judd blurted out, his eyes going wide before he managed to stammer more out. “I-I can take you out t-to dinner and we can discuss it?"

“I don't know," Asher took a step back. “I'm not sure that would be a good idea-"

“How about lunch tomorrow then?" Judd recovered quickly. “I mean, you'll be here and I can get you something nice from the company cafeteria."

“You don't have to spend your money on me, Judd," Asher tried to make an excuse.

“No, no trouble at all. My manager benefits cover a certain number of meals a month at the caff and I have extras in case I want to take employees or have lunch meetings." Judd put his hands together. “Please, don't make me beg Asher. I can't have Lucy by the co-manager. She can barely remember how to open a PDF let alone command spread sheets."

“I'm not sure…" Asher tapped the toe of one of his boots against the carpet.

“The meeting doesn't even need to be part of your lunch break, so you'll get an extra forty minutes off the phones."

“An extra forty minutes?" Asher chuckled. “You think the department could handle my absence that long."

“No," Judd chuckled and scratched the back of his head. “But you are really important to me—I mean this, this is more important to me than a couple minutes of poor metrics."

“And I can still say no if I still don't want it?" Asher looked up through his lashes at his boss.

“Of course," Judd spread his arms out as though he were calling him in for a hug. “No pressure little man."

“Okay, I'll see if you can convince me," Asher shrugged. “It'll be nice to have one of those salmon burgers again."

“It's a date then," Judd chuckled. “A meeting."

“Yup, see you tomorrow," Asher waived his boss off and headed to the elevators. He scanned his badge and made his way down to the security desk.

Asher wasn't stupid. He knew Judd had a thing for him from day one. Hell, the interview for the position was the easiest job interview he ever had. He even learned the power of looking up through his lashes at that interview. He swore the guy was going to help him put on his coat and carry him out of the building like a bride by the time they were done. He got the job offer the next day and proved himself an invaluable asset ever since. If anything, to prove to himself he wasn't just a pretty face.

Asher sighed and scanned his badge on his way out, the security guard nodding at him as he made his way to the bus stop. He went down the steps with practiced ease and did a little hop onto the sidewalk. A shock of pain rolled up his abdomen in protest, his cunt still recovering. Asher just shook it off and headed down the street, but was stopped dead in his tracks.

“Hey there Anal," Fynx purred darkly.

There, just a few paces down was his bully, the large snow leopard leaning against his Rolls-Royce as the wind took the smoke from his lips. He flicked his half used cigarette away, letting a gust take it and not caring it was still lit. His dark suit accented his body perfectly. Tight jacket and silvery tie, probably the same one he used on him at the reunion, and broad powerful shoulders.

“You didn't answer any of my calls," Fynx growled through a cocky grin.

“I…but you didn't call me…"

“So you did notice," Fynx smirked and gave a little huff. “Bet you've been keeping an eye on your phone since I left you yesterday like a giddy school girl."

“Fuck off Fynx," Asher stepped aside and marched his way onward.

“The fuck did you just say to me, faggot?" Fynx's hand gripped the collar of the drake's sweater, yanking him back and forcing him against the car. Asher's eyes went wide, his knees went weak as he looked up at the warning flashers of those angry orbs.

“I…nothing…"

“That's what I thought," Fynx growled. “Watch your fucking mouth, skank. I'm in a good mood so don't fucking ruin it."

Fynx stepped back and opened the door to his car.

“Get in," he ordered.

“But…I've got to go make dinner-"

“You think I can't afford food?" Fynx bared his fangs in a half smile half snarl. “Get in the fucking car. I'm not going to ask again."

“I…" Asher felt the predatory gaze of those orange eyes. He simply ducked down into the car.

“Good girl," Fynx purred, smacking the door shut, the sounds of the city muted and the wind cutting out. As the snow leopard made his way around the car Asher looked out the window and away from the other side of the vehicle, ready to bolt if he needed to, only for the locks on the car to activate and trap him inside.

“Shit…shit shit shit…" Asher tried to grip at the pull locks, but they were sunken into the door, unable to be opened. He smacked the buttons on the handle, but the child locks must have been active.

“Don't worry miss," the chauffeur responded. “Nothing to worry yourself about."

Asher spun around to see a black and white badger behind the weal.

“I'm a man," Asher responded.

“For yours and my sake, I suggest you be okay being called miss," the badger nodded in his rear view mirror. Before Asher had a chance to ask what he meant, the other door opened.

Fynx came around and sat down, his legs spreading wide as he lounged on the seat.

“Why the hell are you all the way over there?" Fynx nodded his head up to tell the drake to come closer.

“I…I can't get closer and still be buckled-"

The car rolled into motion, Fynx still unbuckled.

“You think I give a shit?" Fynx half growled, half purred. “Now, be a good girl and come closer to daddy."

Fuck…, Asher bit his lip before sliding closer, his ass tingling as he realized he was shifting in a moving car, unsecured, and somehow that felt safer than denying Fynx what he wanted.

He sat there and Fynx's paw came to rest on his far shoulder.

“Good girl," he purred.

“I…I should really let my roommate know where I am-" Asher was about to pull his phone out when Fynx's claws dug into his shoulder through his sweater.

“If I catch you on your phone talking or texting anyone while you're with me, I'll throw you from this moving car, you hear me?" Fynx let the threat roll out almost like it was some cute sexy talk. Did he think he was being sexy right now?

It worked on both levels for Asher.

Fear crept into his bones and he left his phone in his pocket, his pussy clenching and making him stifle a pained wine.

“Wh-Where are you taking me?"

“Fuck, why so scared Anal?" Fynx smirked pulling Asher closer just as they went over a bump, causing the drake to fall into Fynx's chest. “If you do as I say, and don't pussy out, we're going to have a fun time." Fynx purred, the smell of his chest filling Asher's muzzle, specifically…the warm humid smell of his pit that was burning a warmth into Asher's shoulder.

“I…"

“What?" Fynx growled his question like an angry order.

“I just want to know where we're going." Asher sputtered out, his fear freezing him against that chest.

Fynx paused for a brief moment that felt like an eternity to the drake. The snow leopard gave a upward nod towards the driver, the badger nodding in response.

“We're going to the mall," the driver answered as he turned down the street. “Master Fynx has instructed me to be your driver for the evening, so he expects this to be a long night for the two of you."

“Thank you Carlisle," Fynx nodded at him again before directing his words to Asher. “If you have any other dumb questions about where we're going you can always direct it to the driver instead of wasting my time and breath."

“I…of course," Asher looked up, his eyes darting down a few times before gliding into Fynx's gaze.

Fynx's muzzle was warped into a shallow and annoyed frown, but as their eyes met, the corners of his lips curled up into a sly grin.

“There's my girl," Fynx purred and pressed his lips against Asher's, his free hand coming up to gently cup Asher's muzzle. Asher didn't know what to do. If he did the wrong thing he would be punished…even if he did the right thing he might be punished. How was he possibly supposed to navigate this whole thing without being made out as a total dumb slut?!

Fynx already found something dissatisfactory as he broke the kiss to peel back and show a silent snarl on his muzzle. He gripped Asher's jaw, that gentle cup going to a powerful and threatening power hold that made his jaw ache as those feline claws dug into his cheeks.

“If I ever have to tell you to open your mouth again when I press my lips against yours, you're going to learn what it feels like to hit pavement going down the street at fifty. You feel me?"

“Y-Yes," Asher squeaked.

“Good gril," Fynx snarled, his grip never getting softer, if anything it got tighter electing a little gasp from the drake. That whimpering gasp caused the corners of that snarl to curl upwards and those claws to dig in further to his face, but never enough to really break his skin.

Fynx came in for another kiss and this time Asher's jaw yielded, shaking open and letting that rough feline tongue into his muzzle. That tongue invaded Asher's muzzle and slapped his own into action. Fynx's tongue lulled around Asher's, his feline sandpaper licks scraping against Asher's smooth draconic tongue that was already scraped to hell from the skull fucking he got only a couple days ago. Asher found it far easier to dance with that tongue, lulling in the directions it wanted as Fynx took exactly what he desired, but the snow leopard would twist his tongue to intentionally catch it on the drakes to compound his discomfort. Fynx broke the kiss by biting on Asher's lip, giving it a little nip, but nothing hard enough to break skin.

“Good girl," he growled and let go of his death grip on Asher's muzzle, giving him a few pats on the side of his face, but the last one was slightly harder than the other two. Asher gave a little gasp as he was transported back into that bathroom at the hotel, that fist smacking him across the face. Asher came back from his flash back by looking back into those warning flasher eyes, only Fynx was doing something that sent fear down into his heart and warmed his loins.

Fynx was taking in a deep breath through his nose, his lips parted to taste some of the smell as well. A sly grin pulled his muzzle into something dark as a low, rumbling, thunder like purr rolled out of his chest.

“You reek of bitch need, Anal," Fynx let his husky voice and cigarette breath roll over Asher. “You really are turned on by me treating you like shit."

“I…" Asher didn't know what to say. He simply closed his mouth and swallowed.

“Fuck, if I didn't know, I wouldn't ever thought that you were ever a boy," Fynx chuckled dryly to himself. “Makes me fucking pissed that I never caught on before."

Fynx leaned back in his seat and lifted his arm up over the backrest. His suit coat was open and the motion exposed his pit, the deepest crevice damp with the sweat from his day. It was just a glance, but Fynx saw Asher's eyes dip down and he smirked.

“Sniff it," Fynx gave a cocky grin. “My good girl deserves a little treat."

“I'm…not a girl," Asher glanced at the driver. Was he really going to let this happen?!

“You're whatever I tell you, you are," Fynx's voice had an edge to it, but he was still held that cocky grin. “Now, you gunna bite the hand that feeds you, or are you going to take my generous gift? Sniff my pit, pig fucker."

Asher's pussy clenched at that, his cunt quivering and stinging in pain. He leaned forward, not wanting the ire of his bully. He crawled, balancing between the dips and turns in the road as he closed in. The shadow of his abuser loomed over him as he crept in closer. Asher felt the sting of not only his pussy, but of his tears trying to come through his eyes. He clenched his eyes shut and he moved in. He took a little whiff and that's what pulled him in closer. The wafting smell of man, raunchy and sour hidden behind a thin veil of cologne.

The scent of sandalwood and aftershave tainted that particular stink. Asher had smelled it before on other men, but Fynx's was ripe while also being fresh, deep and musty without being sharp. It was like there was some man scented candle and the warmth and humidity was drawing the drake in. He flinched as the warmth of that damp pit tickled his nose.

“There ya go, now take a deep whiff, fagtard," Fynx didn't even need to say anything. Before he even spoke Asher was already taking a deep sniff through his nose. The air humid and hot as it rolled into his lungs, only the last little wisps of air were unsullied and cool. That air lingered in his throat while the rest of Fynx's manly odor filled his lungs with a muggy heat. Asher was brought back to seeing Fynx's sweaty body back when they were in high school together. The snow leopard's fur matted, droplets of sweat catching the sun like diamonds as he outmatched everyone on the court.

Asher gave a shuddering sigh into that pit, his tongue slipping out of his muzzle. He was in a trance, that smell of sour and bitter man filling his nose. He couldn't help it, the tip of his tongue traced over the seam in that shirt, the expert stitching apparent against his taste buds and teasing his tongue with the sweet salty flavor of man, Alpha man. A stray thread tickled his tongue, the tip of that appendage curling around it like a finger would a chest hair.

Then it was over.

“Good girl," Fynx gripped the back of Asher's head, pulling him up by the scalp to look him in the eyes. As Asher's vision cleared from his lusty haze he saw a much more manly version of Fynx than what his memories of high school held. This Fynx would beat the shit out of his old self and piss on his corpse. This man held more power than ever, and Asher felt that power, that natural dominance his body odor demanded from his loins.

“That's enough for now," Fynx smirked and pressed his lips against Asher's, the drake opening his mouth and letting Fynx taste his own masculinity as it dominated the drake's muzzle. “If you're good on our outing tonight, I might even let you lick it clean you filthy fucktard," Fynx almost spoke directly into Asher's mouth before pulling away to look out the window. The rest of the drive was quiet apart from a few other kisses and roaming hands. Eventually Fynx settled into a comfortable position, Asher was next to Fynx with the snow leopards hand resting on the flat chest of the drake, Asher's back to that warm and humid pit.

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