AnJ chapter 1.
#1 of AnJ(Alex and Jason)
AnJ Chapter 1.
Character chart
Alex: 6 feet 3 tall, clear, normal colored Flamedramon with white angelic wings, wingspan of 10 feet, rather muscled and always shy.
Jason: 6 feet 1 tall light colored (sky-blue) rather boisterous and cute, is secretly strong, but acts subby most of the times.
Tom: 6 foot 5 tall, pitch black fur, huge muscles, the typical "jock" of the Football LB, wolf, aggressive and the known bully and leader of the local gang.
A quiet suburb, filled with rows of rather "normal" houses, a lone bike tied on the fronch porch of a house, rather bland neighborhood. A single house stands out: colored brightly blue, with pure white ceilings, perhaps a bad idea for aesthetical purposes, but the owner(s) made sure to keep it shining: with its single, 2008 camry in the driveway, few tools lying about, was all norm in this neighborhood. The reason this house was "special" was that two digimons lived here, in the midst of humans all around. This was often topic of discussion among neighbors, and the fact they were both males added even more hushed whispers in the town meetings. But for now, all was quiet, with dusk approaching, everyone sound asleep, at least.....all humans.
Whilst, inside the house....
Loud moaning, sounds of metallic creaking, scales bustling against each other, occasional flaps of wings interrupt the two Flamedramons on the bed, lost wthin their own world as they carry out nature's timeless ritual of affection: mating.
The taller, more muscled Flamedramon, colored like a kool-aid, furiously moes his hips back and forth, slamming his thick, 12 inch, white member into his whimpering mate underneath, on their king sized bed with satin sheets. The noise would've woken the neighbors, except Alex had had the premonition to put soundproof pads into the wall when he built the house few years ago.
"A.ah!!! f......f..faster! a....agggggghlleeexxxxxxxx..............!!!!"
Jason, the smaller Flamey stuck underneath his mate's firm grip, his prostate getting positively jackhammered by the 3 inch thick cock, groaned out, his own 11 inch, deep purple member throbbed tangled up with the sheets, pleasuring him quite well while his mate moved him back and forth with the force of his thrusts.
Pretty soon, Jason was yowling in pleasure as dragon cum spurted from his member, as his tight tailhole clenched down onto his love's own tool, making him roar loudly, then stuff it all inside his anal cavity before loosening his own load, a flood of cum squirting into and out of Jason's ass, joining Jason's cum on the sheets, leaving them panting for breath, collapsed onto the wet sheets, the smaller one staring with his emerald like eyes into the sapphire ones of his mate, conveying messages of love with their mental link they shared ever since their first mating session.
'mmmmm.....that was.....amazing hun....'
'y.....yeah...you're so strong Alex.... -giggle-'
'come here you......adorable little fwamey...'
Alex imparted with his mind, grabbing the smaller one and giving him a soft kiss on his snout, then falling asleep rapidly
'mm....m.....Love you jas.....on.....zzz.....'
Jason shook his maw, smiling at how quickly yiff tired his mate out, then fell asleep with him, nuzzling into his strong pecs...
Jason opened his often-described "gemstone" eyes of the purest green, blinking a few times: confused as always when he woke up, mumbling incoherent words as he sat up.
"mmng.h......orn.ing..alr..y?"
he got up, naked, covered in crusted cum, and stared at his sleeping mate, hugging empty space he just vacated, whining softly. Rubbing his eyes a few times, the smaller dramon smiled, and picked up a life-sized plushie of himself (though it was a generic Flamedramon one) and placed it in his mate's paws, leaving Alex purring and nuzzling the plastic figurine.
"Ugh......dirty again...." Jason gave Alex a nudge with is footpaw, then trotted into the showers, shivering at the ice cold water, then starting to scrub the spunk off himself...
Alex was staring at his mate in Calculus BC, his final clas of the day, trying to keep his thoughts on L'hospital's rule rather than the sexy Flamedramon sitting in front of him, but it was futile: the soft contours of his bent back ears, long, sinuous tail, and soft looking paws were making his tight black jeans tent again.
Mr.Guy, busy explaining one of the problems on the school's new SMARTBoard, noticed this and suddenly called out in his gruff voice, his mane resting voluminously on his shoulders.
"Alex! Stop daydreaming and come up here. Do Problem # 32 a"
While everyone turned to stare at the muscled Flamedramon walk up to the board, wings folded behind him, Alex was busy berating himself, barely paying attention as he solved the problem (somehow with all his blood in the lower regions) effortlessly, quickly pacing back to his seat, avoiding the glare from the Lion as he resumed the lesson.
Alex had been the topic of many gossips, with many a girls and various female furs tryng to get into his tight pants, firm biceps, and his generally sexy, Flamedramon build. What they did not know: the hunk of the school, hero in the District swim meet, football RB, and top of his class was homosexual.
Alex had worked hard, with his mom, only parent, his job at GeekSquad, and 5 AP classes he was taking in his senior year, added to the sports, he was very well-rounded: Smart, athletic, somewhat nerdy, and very friendly. He only found out he was gay three months ago when he stumbled onto a website called Sofurry.com, where he saw pictures of his wingless self in many positions, mostly with other males, along with a cascade of m/m action.
As the class bell rang, he got up and quickly left the school's heavy front doors, starting his short walk back to his house, sighing to himself as he thought of Jason once again.
His mailbox shook him out of his reverie with a sharp thump to his second knee, making him jump and growl at the inanimate object, then proceed inside the house. Immediately taking a quick shower, then driving off to work in his uniform, shaking his maw a few times of the day's concerns.
It's been many months from then, when he asked Jason to be his mate, endured bullying, injuries and sometimes worse to be with the one he fell in love with, who was lying inh is arms....
He extended his maw for a kiss, and kissed Jason firmly on the snout.
When Alex opened his ma to taste his mate again, his mind went to his "confused" mode: why'd Jason taste like plastic...?
He opened his eyes, then gave a yell and a roll, throwing the plushie away, also landing on the ground with a heavy thunk.
"oomph! Ow......"
He put up a heavy paw to rub his forehead, and the v on it, grumbling to himself, quickly looking up when he heard scrabbling sounds of claws, and a bang as the bathroom door opened to his right.
Jason stared out their plush bathroom door, thinking something happened, naked and dripping from his lock of black hair atop his head, looking like deer in headlights.
"wha!? Huh!? What happened..? oh... morning.....hun!."
Said Flamedramon gave a wave with his paw, blushing as the water droplets on his mate made him look even better: those compounds of hydrogen and oxygen dripping off and from his mate's canyon that were his sixpack.....
Jason looked down, then blushed, quickly running back to the showers, finishing up, smirking to himself.
Alex smiled, and got up slowly, stretching his wings, arms, and tail, then dropping on his chest to do a few push ups to wake himself, then proceeded to put on his tight briefs, and black running shorts, walking out the door for his daily jog, waving hi to the unresponsive neighbors gawking at him: some with admiration, other with jealousy and often hatred. He ran on, ignoring his weird neighbors, and ran towards HarriotPark.
Jason got out of the shower, sighing as he shook himself of the moisture clinging to his scales, still naked as he went to the kitchen, getting out the bacon and eggs, starting breakfast...
Unaware that Alex had forgotten to lock the doors...
Tom was stomping down the neighborhood, giving a growl at everyone he saw: he wasn't what you'd call a Morning Fur. He was on his "quest" to find something to beat up. Kicking a mailbox down with a kick, he noticed an open front door, much less the door of his lifelong rival: Alex Hartnet. The two have always been competing in sports from age 8, when their first football drafts began for Junior league. Quiet as a feral wolf, he quickly snuck inside the house, glancing here and there, avoiding the kitchen area for a bit: he heard noises there.
Coming to Alex's room, he growled as he saw his trophy for his 1st place swimming in State, resisting the urge to crush the piece of metal flat, and explored further, stepping down into the basement to see if anything worth stealing was there.
He flicked the light switch on...