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To Ashes

Chapter 1: Reunion

“Come on, you have to come," Asher complained into his phone. “Everyone else bailed on the class reunion. If you don't come I'm going to have to deal with a bunch of people who think their shit doesn't stink."

Asher was standing outside the hotel, his white fur practically glowing in the golden light of the marquee. He was trying to talk someone into coming to his class reunion who lived nearby so he wouldn't be the only one from his old friend group that showed up. The little fur drake hadn't changed much in the past five years. Still short, glossy white fur, ash brown hair that was a powdery pink in the right light, and glittering topaz eyes. He did lose some weight and had abs now, but that was simply due to the lack of stress and being able to afford a better diet with his current job.

The short stack's deer-like ears twitched as his last high school “friend" ditched him. The drake crossed his arms and tapped his foot paw, his new boots pristine and corded with belts. His mustard skinny jeans clung to his long, slender legs and showed off the little thigh gap he had. To top off his outfit, he wore a large fluffy cream sweater. It was so light and poofy that the fabric swayed and bounced when he moved. The sweater's thick collar was similar to a scarf, but plunged down into a V neck that showed off the drake's collar bone. Light tuffs of his fluffy white chest fur poked out from the bottom of that V, and his exposed neck had no fur, but had yellow soft scales to accent his pert muzzle.

“Whatever," Asher huffed, his tail long and languid flicked in annoyance as he brought his phone back into view. The call ended message faded as it went back into its lock screen. A picture of himself flashing a selfie by a massive valley when he was out camping by himself. The drake gave a big sigh, his chest heaving as the old wounds of abandonment from high school ached in his breast. He double tapped the screen with his thumb, his black claw clicking against the image of himself as he unlocked it with his fingerprint.

“Did it say this thing was a dry event?" The usual sparkle in Asher's eyes faded as his lids drooped. He could already feel himself disassociating in preparation to go into the damned place. He found the event invitation in his email and confirmed that it was not dry. A bar would be fully stocked.

Asher knit his brow, his black horns glinting in the flashing lights of the marquee.

Why should he go in? Asher thought. Obviously there's nothing he has in common with the people inside. What would they catch up on? It would probably just be a bunch of people shirking off his trauma and saying “it was just high school," and that he should “get over it". Why would he want to spend time at a hotel bar just to hear how everyone else was doing?

Asher locked his phone again and put it in his pocket, the bulge of the device ruining the perfect figure the clothes cut on him. The dragon popped his hip and put one hand on it while he rubbed his chin with a finger with his free hand. He had almost fully talked himself out of going in when the doors burst open. A tall man with a duo of girls on his shoulders came strutting out, the girls giggling like mad. Asher couldn't get a good look at the guy, but he had inky black hair that fed into a full mane that was hidden in his suit.

“Oh my god, you're sooooo funny," a white rabbit girl managed to squeak out between her high pitched laughter. Her massive jugs bounced in her blouse, the top of one of them being graced by the paw of that lumbering dude.

“Yeah, you always cracked me up back in the day," an arctic fox hung on his shoulder, her dress bunched up in one hand so the slit that went down one leg could be parted to allow her to walk normally.

“Yeah ladies, you got to be charming when you're in my line of work," the man spoke. His voice was strong, deep, and confidant. It sent shivers down Asher's spine and not in a good way. He knew that voice.

“Oh my god, Chris, you have to tell us more!"

Chris…why did that name sound so fucking familiar to the drake?

“Hey, honey, show a little respect," the man turned his head, his muzzle coming into view. The slightest ashen blue crowned a muzzle of pure white. He moved his hand up from her chest to cup her chin and forced her to look at him, his pristine white hands tipped with onyx claws. As he spoke, his words were sweet and almost joking, but there was an edge that cut through the sarcasm. “Don't use my first name, you'll address me properly as Fynx."

That name was a trauma trigger in of itself. Asher's eyes went wide, his pupils becoming slits as his fur stood on end. Asher had many tormentors, but none as terrible as Christian Fynx.

The man turned, the girls at his wings moving with him like a pair of fancy coattails. There he was. No wonder Asher didn't recognize him before. He had grown and bulked up. Fynx was a snow leopard that must have had lion's blood with how large he was for his breed. The man had a powerful muzzle, black lips that split the pristine of that white maw into a cocky grin of dazzling razor teeth. His hair had been given the designer treatment, the raven black locks were cut into a fancy and wild up do that looked both very professional and expensive to accent the thick mane he sported. That mane was the envy of so many women and men back in high school with how it started as black to match his hair, and then bled down into the gray blue of his hide, then melded into the pristine white of his chest fluff. His tie had been fully undone and hung loosely around his neck. His shirt was untucked and opened to expose his powerful chest and snow white down that accented his pecs, his abs having gotten thicker as he matured. His ashen blue hide was covered in gorgeous spots like the ones on his tail. A few of those spots encroached on his obliques like the tempted fingers of the woman who clung to his chest. The girls on his arms each had a hand stroking over his chest hair or fluttering down that angry washboard.

The worst though were those eyes.

It was the signature color of the Fynx bloodline. Those vicious orbs were a mix of coral orange and warning flashers as if they were daring you to cross their owner. Like any feline eye, they practically glowed in the dark, glinting in the lowlight like a pair of cautionary signs that said, “you're playing with fire."

Asher froze. Those eyes didn't even need to graze over him to paralyze the drake on the spot.

Fynx grabbed something from his suit jacket. A silver cigarette case monogramed with a CF. He flicked it open, his image glinting off the mirror like case as he showed off the hand rolled cigarettes. He pushed down on one with his thumb claw, tilting it up so he could bring it to his muzzle.

“Either of you ladies got a light for me?" The cocky bastard spoke the words out of the corner of his muzzle.

Both of the girls answered no, but that only made Fynx's cocky grin grow.

“Don't worry, I got one in my pocket. You're closer princess," Fynx nodded to the fox. “It's in my left pocket.

The fox smiled and her hand slid down those abs, brushing the fluffy happy trail leading into his pants, her nails clicked over the expensive belt buckle, then she stroked over the monstrous salami sized pole that was throbbing in those slacks. She lingered there for a moment, Fynx giving a low purr.

“Don't worry, you can smoke that stogie later," Fynx flexed his cock, that bitch breaker literally lifted his pant leg. “First, get me my light."

Both the girls giggled and the fox snagged the lighter from Fynx's pocket. It matched the cigarette case. Polished silver into an almost mirror like coat with his initials stamped onto it.

“You ever use one like that?" Fynx asked. “It's a little big, I know."

The girl flicked the lighter open and realized it wasn't a traditional lighter. It was one of those laser plasma torches.

“Yeah, you take your thumb and push down on that end-"

The fox gave a little jump, her ears twitching as the blue lasers flashed into existence on that lighter. The snow leopard smirked, his cigarette rising.

“Good girl," Fynx purred as he adjusted his cigarette to angle towards the enthralled fox. “Now light it." Those words weren't just a request, they were a husky order.

The fox brought the lighter up and Fynx took a few little puffs before taking a nice, long drag of that custom shisha. The embers of that cigarette made the leopard's eyes almost glow.

He took the cigarette between his fingers and threw his head back to blow out a slow sigh.

“The worst fucking thing the liberals did to this country was ban smoking inside," smoke curled around his fangs as he spoke. He accented his point by flicking the ashes off his cigarette, the embers fluttering away forgotten.

Asher watched in horror and raptured fascination. The way Fynx's paws shamelessly rolled over the woman's curves, feeling them up from side of breast to curvy hip and ass was as impressive as it was dodgy.

As the leopard was enjoying his cigarette, the three continued to flirt with one another, proving that as much as Fynx had physically grown in the past five years, he was still the misogynistic asshole he always was. He was in the middle of a story about how he had spent a night out with his bros fucking hookers and doing blow when a Rolls-Royce came up and stopped in front of them.

“Alright ladies, our chariot awaits," Fynx opened the door for them. As the girls slipped in he slapped the rabbit's thick ass.

That's what did it. That little slap echoed back into Asher's past. It sounded just like how he was smacked by that hand in the locker rooms, those claws digging into his face. The drake couldn't help it, he jumped and gave a little yip.

Fynx's ears twitched and those eyes turned to face the drake.

Asher felt his high school life flash before his eyes. Endless days of pain and torment and nights of crying himself to sleep. Four years of constant fear and abuse before everything landed on his greatest shame. The nights after the abuse where he would…

Asher's face tried to flush with fear and blush at the same time.

“Hey there cutie," Fynx smirked as he closed the door for the girls. “You been there this whole time?"

Asher's face finally decided on blushing. Did he really not recognize him? He didn't look that different from five years ago.

“I…um…" Asher tried to form words, but just those two little syllables were enough. Fynx's ears twitched again and his eyes narrowed.

“Asher? Asher Anal? Is that you?" That name struck a nerve and the drake's face flashed red with embarrassment before boiling right off into rage.

“It's Asher Anouilh!" The drake shot back, but those eyes of the snow leopard quickly pierced through any momentary bravado the drake had. “It's…um…French." The drake crossed his arms and brushed a lock of hair back behind his ear, his tail curling behind him.

“Oh my fucking god," Fynx seemed to ignore whatever the drake had said as his grin widened. “It really is you. Didn't think I'd ever run into you again." The snow leopard's eyes flicked up and down the drake. “You got cute."

“Uh…thanks?" Asher didn't know how to react to that. The Fynx Asher knew would gay bash all the time.

“I didn't see you inside," Fynx continued. “Did you just show up?"

“I…yeah. I just got here," Asher lied. He had been standing outside for quite some time trying to contact a few people to figure out if anyone he knew was inside. In reality he got there about forty minutes ago.

“Fynx!" the window of the phantom rolled down to show the faces of the girls waiting for their rich playboy.

“Sorry ladies," the Leopard pulled out a silver money clip, much like his other accessories it was also flashy and monogramed. “Here," he continued with his cigarette in his maw as he pulled a few hundreds from his clip. “Carlisle here will take you to the penthouse and get you set up. I won't be long."

The girl's eyes went wide as he basically threw money at them to shut up and go away. That's what he always did back in high school too. The asshole always managed to get out of anything with either his good looks or enough of daddy's cash.

It worked for him though. The girls chuckled, took the money, and the car drove off.

“So, Anal, how've you been?" The snow leopard threw the old shitty nickname at the drake again.

“That's not my name," Asher growled.

“Fine," the leopard blew smoke as he talked. “Asher, what have you been up to?"

“I…not much…" Asher was completely confused by everything Fynx did. He was treating him like the entire time they were at school together wasn't him just using him as some personal punching bag. “Listen, I really should be going."

“Hey, come on in for a drink," Fynx had a smirk on his muzzle, but those eyes were hungry, like a beast staring him down. “Ya know, to make up for how I treated you, or whatever."

“Or whatever?" Asher felt that anger boil up in him again, but he quashed it with a deep breath. “No, I don't think I should-"

Asher cut himself off as a twitch of the leopard's brows caused those eyes to have a darker gleam. How could such a small change trap the words in Asher's throat? Even after all these years this man terrified him. That's when the cigarette the leopard was holding cracked, splitting in two.

“I said, I wanted to buy you a drink," Fynx's voice was calm and controlled, but Asher could feel the warning behind those words. “I'll give you the time it takes me to finish my cigarette to turn your ass around and go in that door." The leopard dropped the cigarette onto the ground, his expensive shoe slowly grinding it into the concrete to snuff it out. “So what'll it be?"

“I…I'll take the drink?" Asher squeaked out.

“Good girl," Fynx smirked, his eyes getting softer, but never losing that predatory gleam. The leopard grabbed the door and opened it for the drake.

“I'm…I'm a boy…" Asher was so stunned he didn't even know why he would say that. Of course Fynx knew what he was. They spent four years together. Asher didn't even realize he was walking in until he felt the gaze of those eyes burning over him as he moved.

“I know exactly what you are," “Fynx smirked, his next words growling between his lips. “Pussy boy."

Asher felt a dark shadow loom over him. He felt like some prairie mouse in the maw of the big feline being dragged off to be eaten.

“How did you…"

“Drink," Fynx ordered. It was a single word, but it shot straight to the drake's core.

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