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AnJ Chapter 2.

Reconciliation

Not meant for children under age 18, not that we check the internet.

Not meant for anti-furs

Not meant for those that claim Flamedramon is not a furry, even though he's the hottest thing that ever happened.

Alex/Jason: Flamedramons, Alex is bigger and rather muscled, Jason more of a traditional, slim one.

'ahhh...such nice wind...'

Alex thought to himself, flying across the pavement easily with his naturally-strong legs.

Wings taut behind his muscled back, the Flamedramon continued his morning run, humming a favorite tune to himself, his breathing regular.

Humans and the few rare furs (that decided to live in the desolate Freeport) stared at him alike, even as Alex went on his run daily, they were not used to seeing a Flamedramon with wings, and sapphire blue eyes, much less a very fit one.

Partly, the stares were due to the widespread rumor (but a true one, this time) about he and Jason.

As he ignored the customary glances and few hushed words, he got to the Town hall, circling around the large building, heading back home...

Smell of bacon, eggs and toast permeated the little house, drawing a quiet murr from the cook, Jason, as he flipped the pan with practiced ease.

With his long tail wagging behind him, he put cheese on one of the eggs; just as Alex liked them, also making sure to let the bacon burn a tiny bit. (Despite his scolding awbout cancer and the like, Alex insisted having carcinogenic bacon)

Under the loud sizzling and hum of various electronic devices around the kitchen, Jason never heard the padded footfalls of a large shadow, nor could he react when a paw jabbed into the side of his neck.

"Hehe...that was too easy..."

The large wolf grabbed the limp Flamedramon, and carried him effortlessly down the stairs, dumping him on the pool table, and strut about, grabbing this and that of falex's collection of "tools."

About a mile off from his house, his sensitive nose picked up smell of breakfast, quickening his pace slightly, a soft grin on his muzzle as Alex arrived at the front door.

After bending over to pant a little, he yelled out with a playful tone.

"hey hon, is breakfast ready yet?"

The ensuing silence didn't trouble him at all, just made him creep into the kitchen, freezing instantly as he picked up another scent: that of a wolf, and oddly familiar too.

With a growl, he stomped after the scent, going to the door of the basement, freezing once again.

"yes.....moan like a slut.......mmmmm.......*schlurrrrp*"

*soft, muffled moaning noises*

His teeth gnashing, he threw open the basement door, about to hurl accusations at his mate.

The scene was quite a sight: a slim flamedramon tied to the pool table, with thick rops on his limbs and tail, looped through the slots where pool balls would normally go into, a large wolf's maw over the flamey's cock, drooling and sucking hungrily, his own shorts bulging obscenely.

Tom smirked, and pulled off Jason's cock, laving him panting through the ballgag in his maw.

"well hello there... w...."

He couldn't finish: a large fist was rammed into the side of his maw, making him fly into the brick wall of the basement. Knocking him out instantly.

Tears forming at his eyes, Alex ripped the ropes away like twigs, yanking the ballgag out of Jason's maw as he whispers.

"you're ok hon....you're ok..... did.........did he do anything to you?"

"he......he....*sniff* h.....he said he was going to take me...."

The smaller flamedramon hugged his larger counterpart tightly, nuzzling and crying into his chest.

"shhh......you're safe now...."

"thank you Alex...I...."

Alex knew Tom must've woken up, by Jason's wide eyes, and whipped around, ready to kill the wolf for daring to touch his mate, when something sharp was driven into his sweat-coated abs.

His own eyes wide, he stumbled back, not hearing Jason's cry, his brain taking a moment to realize the blood soaking his shorts, he let out a cough and fell forward.

All was blurry as he tried to focus...he could hear a familiar voice saying something...only if he could...listen....

After he saw Alex keel over with his own dagger in his stomach, Jason didn't even think: He spun a circle, his footpaw raised high, heel scoring directly at the offending wolf's neck.

"ha! Die you mother...Gak.."

Tom gasped in sudden pain and the unconsciousness that followed: he didn't expect this from the skinny slut-mate of Alex...

Ignoring the collapsing heap of fur, Jason slumped to his knees in the pool of blood: blood of his loved one...

Fat as he could, he lugged up the rather-heavy body of Alex up the stairs, yelling frantically into the 911 operator's ears, and hopping into the ambulance, whimpering as a tiger and a lion picked Alex up...

Dun Dun Dun :O

Well, I'm sitting at work, writing stories :O since my work computer keyboard conveniently decided to commit suicide.

I'm trying to keep my stories short, yet not too focused on detail as they were, so the storyline actually moves apace instead of having to write 13 chapters for few months :P.

I'll be writing more now, thank you all my fans (what fans?) and hope you enjoyed it.

-Ephemeral

P.S: someone explain to me why there are so few Flamedramon stories/pics? he's like, a total hottie...