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To Ashes

Chapter 13: Phoenix

“This is fucking stupid,” Fynx snarled in his seat.

“Well, the state mandates it,” the woman shrugged. “You’re going to be here with us for the next nine months, so get comfortable.”

Fynx huffed, his scrubs were pure white, clung to his powerful form and showed off how much larger he was than the female snow leopard therapist. His expensive haircut was shaved for prison. The therapist wore a silver blazer and matching skirt with a ruffled blouse. Her feet were in some black pumps.

“Whatever,” Fynx huffed, his claws digging into his arms as his veins buzzed for cigarettes. “Not like a woman doctor could say anything worth piss anyway. Especially one in knock-off Prada.”

“You’re entitled to your opinion,” the doctor shrugged, her tail lazily flicking to the side as she adjusted her glasses.

The two were in her office, a nice corner view of the facilities, large windows overlooking tennis courts and the mess hall. She simply sat there scribbling on her notepad, the yellow paper a grim reminder that he was being studied. Fynx was laying down on a couch, his feet on the floor, head on the arm rest, his arms crossed, and eyes looking upward.

“Great, some woke as bitch trying to tell me what to do,” Fynx grumbled.

“I’m not here to change your mind on women, Christian,” the doctor replied.

“Fynx,” he corrected her. “Show some damn respect and call me by my last name.”

“Whatever makes you feel more comfortable, Fynx,” she replied, unphased.

“I shouldn’t be here anyway,” Fynx huffed.

“You were charged with embezzlement that aided terrorist organizations,” she said, cocking her head, her bun bouncing slightly with the movement. “You’re lucky you were only sentenced to nine months.”

“With the people I know, I should have gotten off scot free.”

“Well, that’s why you’re here and not someplace less savory,” she replied, scribbling something down.

“You taking that down to report on me?” Fynx snarled, the half-hearted threat coming from a place of defeat.

“Nothing you say here can be shared unless I believe you’re going to cause harm to yourself or others.”

“Yeah, I know how you people work,” Fynx huffed.

“I’m sure you do,” she smiled.

“What do you mean by that?” Fynx snarled.

“I’m simply saying you have already formed an opinion about me,” she shrugged. “That’s all. Not here to judge, but if you want to get out of here any quicker to see the birth of your children, well, my recommendation would go a long way. And if you show improvement, real improvement, I’d be happy to make my recommendation.”

“Yeah, they said it all before, bitch,” Fynx huffed. “Play nice and we get to leave on good behavior and shit. I’ve seen the sitcoms and heard the warden. It ain’t anything special.”

“I guess to some it’s not,” she scribbled more notes on her pad. “Did you want to talk about anything?”

“I think we’re done here,” Fynx huffed and got up to leave.

“We have a half hour,” she furrowed her brow.

“Yeah, just say I showed up or whatever,” Fynx waived off, but once he got to the door he noticed it was locked. “Let me out of here, bitch.” He snarled.

“Fynx,” she started. “I think I can help you.”

“Like some skank knows anything about me,” Fynx shot back.

“Why do you do that?” She cocked a brow.

“What?!” Fynx snarled as he spun around.

“Lash out? We’re just having a conversation? Have I done something to offend you?”

“Yeah! You’re some dumb bitch that thinks she can pull one over on me!” Fynx stomped forward. “You think you can trick me, that you can get inside my head and fuck with me! Well I won’t let you bitch!” Fynx gripped her blouse, his eyes wide, but her face was calm. She didn’t say anything.

“Answer me!” Fynx huffed.

“Let go of my blouse,” she looked up at Fynx firmly without backing down. Fynx grit his teeth and shoved her back in her chair.

“Let me out,” Fynx demanded. She stayed there, readjusted her blouse, and then sighed, pressing a button on her phone and the door unlocked, a duo of guards came in and escorted Fynx away.

“This session won’t count towards your mandatory sessions,” she warned, but Fynx was already gone.

***

“So, do you want to tell me how that happened?” She asked, gesturing to the black eye Fynx had with her pen.

“You should see the other guy,” Fynx huffed.

“I have,” she answered unimpressed.

“What do you know,” Fynx huffed and crossed his arms.

“It’s been a week,” she decided to change subjects. “How have you adjusted to prison life?”

“Fine,” Fynx was short.

“No you haven’t,” she replied.

“What?” Fynx sat up. “Fuck you.”

“You can lash out again, but it won’t change the fact that your week sucked,” she took her glasses off, her eyes golden and full of concern. “You can lie to me, but that won’t change the fact that this is a transition, one that you’ve resisted every step of the way”

“I’m done,” Fynx put his hands up.

“You don’t get to do that anymore,” she replied scribbling some notes. “I made a recommendation that our sessions be mandatory.”

“Well, then I’m not talking, fuck you bitch,” Fynx growled.

“Fine,” she pulled out her phone and started scrolling, taking notes as she did so. “Either way, we’re going to have each other for a half hour every week for as long as you’re here. But just know, whenever you want to talk about something, whatever it may be, I’ll be here.”

She was there, the entire half hour, in silence.

***

“Why do you keep having me come here,” Fynx snarled. “It’s been two months of nothing.”

“Like I said,” she replied and put her phone down. “I think I can help you.”

“I don’t need your help,” Fynx snapped back.

“No, you don’t,” she replied with a gentle tone. “But I think it would help you understand yourself better if you’d let me.”

“Like what?!” Fynx threw his hands up.

“Like your obsession with Asher Anouilh for starters,” she responded.

“How do you know him?! You been looking into me you little bitch!” Fynx snarled, his fangs bared.

“Not by choice, I assure you,” she pulled her phone up showing that Asher was the victim of severe grooming and was now bearing his abuser’s children. “It says he’s having nonuplets and being harled as the next octomom. But, nonupto-mom doesn’t have as nice a ring to it. He’s been plastered all over the news.”

“What do you know,” Fynx hissed. “He’s just some skank.”

“Then why did you spend so much time grooming him?”

“He was just some bitch!”

“You’ve had plenty of other women in your life, what made him so special?”

“She’s not special! She’s just another hole!”

“If that’s so, why was he held against his will at your penthouse and cabin? You’ve never had to hold anyone against their will since you took over your company. You’re known as a playboy billionaire with throngs of people throwing themselves at you. What made Asher so special?”

“Nothing! She’s a little fucking NOBODY! She’s a skank! A Bitch! A piece of fucking rape meat! And He fucking LOVES it! He was begging me to breed him by the end! He was a little fag who loved to be beat down, fucked, cumed on like a fucking jizz rag! He’s nothing but a little cum bucket whore who hid the fact he was a cunt boy from everyone! From me!”

“Does the fact he hid that from you make you think he was afraid of you?”

“Of course he was afraid!” Fynx snarled. “I made sure of it! He was a little faggot. And to think of all the time he wasted being a little fag instead of being a girl like he is! He chose to be a faggot because he likes to be treated like shit! Was practically squirting whenever I spat on him or kicked his ass. A good little punching bag.”

“So, you’re mad at him for not telling you he was a cunt boy, even though you made sure he was afraid of you?”

“Well…Yeah! The fuck is your problem!”

“I’m not the one yelling,” she said calmly and firmly.

Fynx blinked and realized he was standing, his fists clenched, his tail thrashing, his heart racing with rage. He snarled and smacked the tissue box on the coffee table off to the side, the cardboard smacking against the wall.

“Shut up!” He barked before huffing and sitting back down. He refused to speak after that.

***

“Fynx, you’re over the hump,” the doctor smiled. “How does it feel knowing you’re over half way to freedom.”

“I’m only one day over the hump, bitch. Stop playing it up like I’m a child.”

“Regardless I got a little something for your halfway mark,” she pulled a pack of cheap cigarettes from her purse and tossed them to the snow leopard. He caught them effortlessly and he chuckled.

“You supposed to be handing these things out Doc?”

“Hey, I won’t tell if you don’t,” she smiled and pulled out her own cigarette and lit it up. “So, you going to tell me anything today?”

“You think I’m going to spill my guts out because you’re handing me a pack of cigarettes,” Fynx crushed them and crumpled the box before throwing them on the ground, the tobacco leaves spilling out the cracks.

“I know you smoke,” she smirked taking a puff and letting out slowly.

“And I can tell by the way you suck that cancer stick you don’t,” Fynx rolled his eyes.

“Fair,” she dropped the cigarette into a glass of water. “Though, I thought it might get you to speak.”

“I ain’t going to spill over something so stupid,” Fynx chuckled.

“I thought so,” the doctor agreed before pulling out something bright and silver from her purse. “Though, personally hand crafted cigarettes must be much better than the crap you bum off others, right?”

Fynx eyes went wide as he noticed his cigarette case, his initials blazed across the silver. She even lit it with his plasma lighter.

“Hand that over,” his heart skipped a beat as he smelled her sparking up the cigarette.

“Not unless we talk,” she took a few clumsy puffs. “So glamorous, right?” She sighed. “I hope you know I’m ruining one of my favorite blazers for this bit.”

“Bit! Those cigarettes cost more than your fucking office!” Fynx snarled.

“Yeah, I know where they come from. You can practically taste the tinny fingers of the enslaved child workers that wrapped them.”

“Then stop wasting them!” Fynx snarled.

“You stop wasting my time,” she smirked. “You know I’ve always wanted to do this,” She took the cigarette and tapped the ashes off into the glass of water. It sizzled softly as she smiled. “Oh, how fun.”

“Fine! What do you want to know?”

“Why did you bully Asher in high school?”

“Because he was a fag!”

“But he wasn’t though, right?”

“No! He was some bitch pretending to be a fag because he liked to get beat up and shit!”

“And would you have treated him differently if you knew?”

“Of fucking course!” Fynx snapped.

“How so?” She furrowed her brow as she let the cigarette continue to burn between her fingers.

“I don’t know! I would have treated him differently, maybe we could have even done something other than me just beating his gay ass.”

“Would you have still beat him if he would have identified as a woman?”

“Of course! If a bitch needs to be beat into line, she needs to be beat.”

“And would Asher have still liked it?”

“I don’t know!”

“Do you blame him for not coming out to you?”

“Yes! The fucker shouldn’t have lied!”

“Why? Didn’t you want him to fear you?”

“Yes…I mean…No. I…Fuck!”

There was a pause as Fynx finally started to see the feedback loop that he caused. His eyes were darting back and forth as he realized that he made sure that Asher never would have told him. That his actions were the reason he never came clean.

“You want to know what I think?”

“You know I don’t care what a dumb bitch has to say,” Fynx snapped.

“Humor me and I’ll let you have what’s left of this,” she said wagging the cigarette. Fynx stayed quiet. “I think, you liked the relationship you had with Asher, but because he allowed you to treat him the way you wanted to treat women, as objects and tools for your amusement.”

Fynx snarled, but his eyes were stuck on that cigarette.

“I think, that if you had known what Asher was, that you would have actually liked him.”

“Liked a little fag like that? Me and him? Friends? You’re fucking clueless, bitch.”

“Not friends, but partners,” she said standing up and handing over the cigarette. “I think you two would have worked out in a strange way, fucked up as it is, but a relationship has give and take.”

“What the fuck do you know,” Fynx snagged the cigarette and instantly started dragging on it.

“Just like now, I took your time, and now I’m giving you what you wanted. We’re both happy.”

“I’m not,” Fynx snarled, the smoke curling around his fangs as his heart and mind raced with the familiar taste of his signature nicotine.

“That’s because you’ve never had to give. For a man who has it all, money, power, and status, you aren’t much of a giver.”

“You don’t’ know what you’re talking about,” Fynx puffed smoke back in her face, but it fell short. He was out of practice. “He loved being treated like shit. Craved it, even. I could have pissed in his cereal and he would have eaten it up.”

“And yet, he was still afraid of you,” she responded.

“As a faggot should be,” Fynx snarled, but he felt something in the back of his mind, like he knew where she was going with this. “What of it?”

“Think on that for our next session,” she smirked and shook the cigarette case. “I’ll have more of these waiting for you.”

***

“So, I had time to think about what you said,” Fynx started, walking into the session, oddly excited for it. “And I wanted to tell you that you’re stupid for thinking we might get together. I couldn’t have ever been with that bitch.”

“Okay,” the doctor sat back in her seat, the cigarette case on her armrest.

“I mean, I had a great time in high school.” Fynx sat down on the couch, his arms slinked over the back. “I was the fucking man of men, the dude of dudes, the alpha of alphas. I ruled that place. I fucked who I wanted when I wanted, and beat anyone who told me no. Asher wouldn’t have changed that.”

“I suppose,” she agreed with a nod.

“And I think you’re dumb for suggesting that I might have been different.”

“I never said you would have been different,” the doctor corrected. “I simply said, that your relation with Asher may have been different.”

“Well, duh!” Fynx shot back.

“So why do you think that Asher coming out to you would have changed you?”

“I…I don’t!” Fynx snarled and crossed his arms.

The doctor smiled and took a cigarette from the case, lit it up and pulled a file from her purse.

“I’ll tell you what I think and we can see if that statement still stands, but first look over these.” She handed the file over to Fynx. He opened it and saw it was full of pictures of women. Arctic foxes, white hares, Dalmatians, swans, white ferrets, zebras, even petite polar bears.

“Why do you have a pile of bitches in your purse? You a lezbo or what?”

“All of these women have two things in common,” she responded. “Look closer.”

Fynx was about to throw the file away, but then he saw the cigarette and he huffed and filed through them quickly. Some were models on runways, some were paparazzi pictures, some were just headshots or photos of paintings on walls.

“I mean, they’re all white,” Fynx scratched his buzz cut with one of the photos while looking at the others. “But I can’t figure out what else. Some of these bitches ain’t even mammals.”

“Look closer,” she urged.

Fynx huffed, and a whiff of that cigarette graced his nose, his veins thrummed for it. He took a closer look, slowing down and then he blinked as he saw the model on the runway.

“Wait…I know that bitch,” he pointed to the picture of a pure white husky. “I nailed that bitch during fashion week in Milan.” The doctor stayed silent as he looked over the photos and he realized all of them were bitches he banged at one point or another. “So they’re all bitches I’ve fucked. You jealous?” he flicked the file onto the coffee table, half the photos spilling over onto the ground.

“I have just two more photos for you,” she pulled two loose photos from her purse. Both of them looked to be print outs from news articles. One was a picture of Fynx’s penthouse from a fashion designer’s website, and the other was an update article an Asher becoming the new octomom. “Do you see anything in common with these two pictures?”

Fynx looked them over and noticed Asher was really starting to show. He looked like he would be ready to pop if it werent’ only starting his third trimester. Then he looked at his penthouse and shook his head.

“They ain’t got shit in common besides the fact I’ve been inside both,” Fynx slapped them on the table on top of the photos of women.

“That’s what I thought,” she sighed. “You don’t see it.”

“See what?” Fynx cocked a brow.

“How deep your obsession with Asher goes,” she shook her head.

“Obsession? The fuck you talking about bitch,” Fynx growled low, but muted it as he saw the glowing embers of that cigarette.

“Listen, this is just what I think, in my professional opinion, I think you have a deep fixation on Asher. Just look at the women you’ve been with. They’re all white and black, and wore some sort of gold or pink that caught your eye. Your apartment is like a matching dollhouse for Asher. You’ve been subconsciously seeking out women that look like Asher because he has such a strong psychological hold on you for some reason.”

“Bitch you’re fucking crazy,” Fynx laughed. “You think I chose all my women, all my bitches, even my fucking furniture, because of some fag.”

“She isn’t some fag though, is she?” The doctor cocked a brow. “She’s the one who got away.”

“What! Fuck you!” Fynx snarled. “No one turns me down! NOBODY! Especially not some fucking faggot who likes getting his ass peeled off the street! I’m fucking CHRISTIAN FYNX!”

“And she’s Asher Anouilh, the one who you pushed away due to prejudice.”

“Shut up!” Fynx snarled.

“The one you lost because you made her fear you.”

“Shut UP!” Fynx growled.

“The one who rejected you because you treated her the right way, but for the wrong reasons.”

“SHUT UP!” Fynx stood up and slapped her across the face, the cigarette falling to the floor. She simply took a shallow breath, corrected her posture and looked Fynx in the eye.

“Go sit down,” she ordered. Fynx’s eyes went wide before he shook. He felt fear, fear from what that woman said. He didn’t think this bitch could screw with his head so bad. A snarl formed on his muzzle and he turned towards the door.

“Fynx, our session isn’t over,” the doctor said sternly.

“Guard!” Fynx slammed his fist against the door. “If you don’t get me out now, I’m going to gut this doctor from her V to her fucking dick holster!”

The door flung open and the guards grabbed Fynx, dragging him away.

The doctor simply snuffed out the cigarette by pouring some water over it. A small burnt smudge left on the carpet.

***

“We need to talk,” Fynx came into the doctor’s office.

“I dare say we do,” the doctor said crossing her arms. “Did you want to start?”

“I’m not obsessed with that faggot,” Fynx snarled as he paced in front of the couch. “He’s just some skank, a bitch, that’s all.”

The doctor nodded, listening as Fynx spoke.

“I mean, yeah, a lot of my stuff looks like him or whatever, but it’s not because of him. He just looks like my aesthetic or whatever. It’s not him. He’s just some fag or whatever.”

The doctor just kept nodding, lighting up a cigarette from Fynx’s silver case and handing it over. Fynx took it without thinking and kept pacing while blowing smoke.

“I mean, he just fits the mold so perfectly. It’s like he soaks up the abuse and degradation like he fucking needs it. He’s so obedient, and just bratty enough, he’s lean and hot or whatever, but he ain’t got tits. I love tits and pussy, but he’s only got one of them. He ain’t a full bitch without tits. He’s just some faggot who grew a pussy because he wanted to be dicked down so hard.”

Fynx sat down on the couch, running his hand over his shaved head, his other hand limply resting on his knee as the cigarette burned and wisped smoke up into his face.

“Are you ready to listen now?” The doctor asked gently. Fynx response was to take a drag of his cigarette and let it out on a shaky breath. “Fynx, I did a little more digging into your trial.”

“Yeah, it was open and shut embezzlement, what of it?”

“I wasn’t as concerned about what you were convicted on, but the other things the prosecution tried to make stick. The ones that were dropped because Asher decided not to pursue charges.”

“Oh yeah, I forgot that bitch gave up on those,” Fynx lied. He knew damn well that’s why he only got nine months and not several years.

“I looked into the accusations, and I want to tell you the pattern I’ve seen,” the doctor removed her glasses and set them down. “I think you have been trying to relive your days back in high school with Asher, to somehow correct the past, and from what I can see, Asher was trying to do that too in a strange way.”

“What?” Fynx paused mid drag and looked at the doctor.

“Would you have treated Asher differently had you have known that he was biologically female?” The doctor answered his question with one of her own.

“I mean, yeah, I guess,” Fynx took a drag on his cigarette.

“How so?”

“I mean…I would have probably still beat him and shit. It’s what he wanted…but…I would have probably…I don’t know…”

“Would you have asked him out?”

“I wouldn’t fuck with no fag,” Fynx snarled.

“We’ve already established that he wasn’t just some fag, as you called him. He is a she in that regard. Would you have asked her out?”

Fynx took a long drag on that cigarette and let it out slowly.

“Yes,” Fynx sighed.

“And would you have been as terrible to her?”

“No,” Fynx sighed. “If I had a bitch that perfect I would have made sure the only bruises and cuts she had were from me. I’d have killed and buried anyone who laid a hand on her.”

“Would you say that you developed feelings for her?”

Fynx paused, just looking at his cigarette this time, watching the ashes accumulate before falling to the ground and smudging the carpet.

“Yes,” Fynx answered honestly. He was tired, tired of fighting against his emotions, and he couldn’t deny it any longer.

“Do you think she would have had feelings for you?” The doctor cocked a brow.

Fynx remembered how hard Asher came back in the showers when he first tore his virginity apart, how he came crawling back, how he went along with their prom night.

“I think so,” Fynx sighed.

“Do you want him to want you?”

“I know he wants me,” Fynx looked up, his lips pulling back from his teeth in a cocky grin.

“But does she want you?”

Fynx blinked, his smile fading as he slumped forward.

“No…no she doesn’t,” Fynx admitted.

“And how does that make you feel?”

That made Fynx chuckle and suck on his cigarette, getting down to the end before tossing it into the pitcher of water and letting it fizzle out.

“I ain’t a feelings kind of guy, Doc,” he sighed out the rest of his drag.

“Do you want to be?”

“Fuck no,” he huffed before he blinked. “Why?”

“I think you want to have Asher, but have you ever asked him how he feels? Aftercare isn’t a kink, it’s mandatory when it comes extreme stress and abusive play. It reassures them that they are safe, that you’re a place to come back to, to be relied on.”

“You think I want him to cry on my shoulder or some dumb shit?”

“No,” she continued. “I think you want him to want you for everything.”

Fynx blinked. He wanted Asher, there was no denying it.

“You know, I was going to collar that fag too, make him mine.”

“Do you think you deserved him?”

“He was throwing himself at me,” Fynx snarled.

“That’s not what I asked,” she said calmly.

Fynx bit his inner cheek to hold back his anger, his fists clenched.

“I deserve everything,” he snarled before looking up and growling. “This is my fucking world! Everything in it is mine to have, fuck, or piss out!”

She just sat there, unphased. Her golden eyes kept on him. They weren’t the right shade of gold though. They needed to be brighter, more like topaz. Fynx caught himself comparing the woman to Asher and he almost recoiled back into the couch.

“I think I need a moment,” Fynx looked down into his hands.

“She gave birth by the way,” the doctor changed the subject.

“What?” Fynx looked up.

“Thirteen healthy snow leopard cubs,” she smiled. “Nine eggs, two sets of twins and triplets. They all survived.”

“That’s good,” Fynx sighed, a strange sense of relief washing over him.

“You know you can’t see them for another three months.” She continued. “How do you feel about that?”

“I don’t’ know,” Fynx took in a deep breath.

“I think you should take the time to figure out what kind of father you want to be.”

“These bastards aren’t the only ones I have around the world. You think I give a shit.”

“I think you care about Asher,” she responded, and that quieted Fynx.

There was a long pause as Fynx looked down at his hands. He could almost feel Asher’s chin in his palm, like an obedient bitch begging for more.

“What do I need to do?” Fynx asked.

“We can start by learning some coping mechanisms for your anger and working it out from there.”

***

Asher was making his way to the bus stop when the sky tore open. He was just out on a quick errand to the child protective services office when he got caught out in the rain. The sky was dark and gray and the threat of rain rumbled from above until it was too late. The drake was just able to duck under a building’s overhang, clinging the now wet manila folders to his chest.

He pulled the folio up, the thing packed solid with thirteen sets of documents. A copy for each of his children. Another set of documents were there with his income and assets. The drake’s hair had grown long, his fluffy hair had matted from lack of grooming, his eyes had dark rings around them, his sweater drooped on his thinner form as he tried to fight back tears.

Each one of these forms were applications to get his children back, to get them back in his arms, to have them again, but they were taken away only a few months after they were born. The state claimed him unfit, and the Fynx family proved it over and over again. Even with Amber’s financial help of providing a home, he just simply couldn’t keep them. The day they were taken away he was put on a suicide hold, Amber looking after her little brother as best she could.

Though, now that he was in a better position with his company again, back taking calls and assisting his manager, he was making more money. Maybe now he could make the case to get them back. He had receipts of his doctor visits, his income slips, and…and…

Asher cracked a sob before putting a hand over his mouth. He couldn’t do it. He wasn’t even close to fit for raising thirteen children. Asher ducked behind a trash bin to keep himself hidden as he silently sobbed. The rain continued to pour down and fill the streets. Then, the lights flicked on.

Asher blinked realizing it was the marque of the hotel he had his reunion at. It had almost been a full year. Of all the places to take shelter, it only pained him more knowing it’s where it all began. It’s where those orange warning flairs burned into his soul and left nothing but ash, used him up and spat him out, and left him a pregnant single mother.

Asher’s mind flashed back to the pregnancy. He was bloated, his belly a red mess of veins and taught skin. It was more like he was growing another body out of his womb with how packed it was. He fought with the doctors to keep them in longer, much to the detriment of his own health. They wouldn’t let him bring them to full term for his own health. The cubs were strong enough as is, and once Amber got medical power of attorney, she ordered the C-section.

He tried for the longest time to raise thirteen Fynx cubs, but they were too much. By the time he finished feeding them, he would be ready to start again with the first. Not to mention daycare for thirteen newborns. He had to split them up amongst several daycare services and then needed to pick them up. He hadn’t spoken to Marcus since the kidnapping, the bear refusing to take his calls. The black bear wasn’t going to help. Asher was alone.

It was simply unsustainable, but he went to sleep every night knowing he was still under Fynx’s heel, still being oppressed by his bully, his abuser, his rapist.

Asher sniffed, standing up and tossing the files in the trash. He knew he couldn’t win. Why even try. His therapist warned him against going to the office for the forms anyway, or even thinking of the snow leopard like that. The golden lights of the marque flashed around the hotel entrance as he walked up to the edge of the awning and waited for the rain to stop. When it came on this quick, it usually stopped just as fast.

“There you are.”

Asher’s spine tingled at those words as he spun around to see the snow leopard he saw in his nightmares and fantasies. Fynx stood there in his suit, umbrella in hand. He had just stepped out of his Rolls-Royce, only the lightest amount of rain beading up on his broad shoulders. His fancy haircut was shorter, like he was still styling it from when it was shaved off in his mug shot.

“Fynx?” Asher’s eyes went wide, but then anger flooded his cheeks.

“Hey,” Fynx smirked. “Been looking all over for you.”

“Leave me alone,” Asher sighed and walked out into the rain.

“Hey, Asher, where do you think you’re going?” Fynx had an edge to his voice. “It’s pouring!”

“There’s nothing left of my life to ruin,” Asher shouted back. “Just leave me alone!”

“Hey!” Fynx shouted, the implied command shooting up the drake’s spine and freezing him in the pouring rain. “Come here, boi.”

Asher’s spine tingled at his words, his tail flicked, but he knew better. He knew he should keep walking, brave the rain and get on the bus no matter how wet he got. But he turned around. He walked back to the marque. Fynx had gone to the edge of the awning and put his umbrella out for the drake and he walked back under with his arms crossed, his sweater sopping with icy cold water that made the drake shiver.

“What do you want?” Asher sniffed, looking down.

“Look up at me when I talk to you,” Fynx demanded.

Asher wanted to refuse, but he couldn’t help the magnetic pull of those orange eyes. He looked up, his hair matted over one of his eyes, but as their gaze met, Asher felt something was different. Those blazing warning flashers were still powerful and oppressive, but…with a softer gleam?

“Good girl,” Fynx purred, putting his hand under Asher’s chin and cupping it gently, his thumb brushing away the wet hair from his face and revealing that other eye. “There she is.” He purred darkly.

“I…” Asher was confused. He half expected Fynx to snap and slap him. Was this some trap?

“You know, I’ve been out for a month. You’re a difficult little bitch to find.” Fynx continued to let his words purr form his muzzle. Asher swallowed and took his head back.

“What do you want Fynx,” Asher huffed, but gave a little yip as that hand came back to grip his muzzle, that thumb pushing into his cheek. Asher was forced back into facing those blazing orange eyes, but that grip softened as he closed his eyes and took a breath.

“I spent a lot of time in prison with plenty of bitches that thought they knew what they were doing. I even had a few whores after I got out, but none of them, not a one, compared to you.” Fynx let the words out like they were some fucked up love letter, and Asher understood, but didn’t know where he was going with this. “None of them soaked up the abuse, the pain, the degradation like you did. I can say, without any doubt, that you are the best faggot, the best bitch, the most amazing slut I’ve ever had. So, I wanted to give this shit another shot, but,” Fynx let go of Asher’s chin and pulled something out of his pocket. It was the gold and diamond choker from back when he was in that fight pit. “I wanted to do it right and collar you first.”

“I…” Asher felt a welling of emotions, his heart pounding, his ears ringing. “I don’t know what to say.”

“How about you use that dick holster for what it’s good for and say ‘Yes Mister Fynx,’” Fynx smirked. “That is, if you’ll have me.”

“I…” Asher felt a wave of something special wash over him. It was the oppression he wanted, but there was a firm, gentle hand behind it. It was like the dark cruelty Fynx had was more subdued, but still there, waiting to be unleashed. Asher sniffed and patted some tears from his eyes, his sopping sweater still finding room to fit them. “Yes Mister Fynx.”

“That’s my good girl,” Fynx purred and nodded up. “Turn around, Ashley.”

Asher gave a shudder at those words. He knew he shouldn’t. How easily he crumbled, how easily was he running back to his abuser, his bully, his rapist…and now lover?

The drake turned and he felt the snow leopard’s hands come up to his neck, the choker synching around snugly before clicking into place.

“That’s my girl,” Fynx purred, nipping one of the drake’s ears. “Now get in the car.”

When he said that, Fynx’s bulge pressed up against the drake’s ass, that thick pipe pressing against his cheeks. Before he knew it, he was being guided to the car, the snow leopard holding an umbrella over him as he did so. He slid into the seat like a natural, the light of the marque blocked by Fynx’s wide frame. The snow leopard ducked into the car and closed the door, his hand coming around to pull the drake close, their lips touching and the dragon’s maw parting instinctively.

“Mmm, good girl,” Fynx murred through breaks in their kiss. Asher sucked on that tongue as it dominated his maw. The rough feline appendage a reminder that nothing about Fynx was soft. Whatever Fynx touched was destined for pain, to hurt, to bleed. Asher’s heart pumped as he felt the warmth of Fynx’s body wash over him.

“Fuck,” Fynx moaned as they broke their kiss, a thick strand of saliva between them. “You taste amazing,” Fynx purred and pulled him in by the back of the neck into another kiss. Thick wet smacking could be heard as they made out, Carlisle, the badger chauffeur, ignored the two as they made out like horny teens in the back of the car.

“Fuck!” Fynx snarled, breaking the kiss and gripping the nape of the drake’s sweater. “Let’s get you out of those wet clothes.” With a powerful yank the sweater tore open revealing the dragon’s lithe form. He had grown even thinner than before, and on his belly were the hash mark scars along with a slash through them where the C-section was performed.

“Keeping it tight for me,” Fynx purred and pulled the drake into his lap effortlessly, his claws gripping his ass. “Fuck yeah you are.”

Fynx gripped the ass cheeks of that drake and tore the fabric off them, his muscles stronger from working out in prison. Asher gave a little winy yip before his tail flicked up and to the side, his pussy now fully exposed. Asher’s hands fumbled with Fynx’s belt, bumbling about as they made out. Finally he managed to undo the buckle and Fynx whipped the leather off his waist and slapped Asher’s ass with the belt. The drake gave a little whimper into the kiss, but his glowing glutes from that ass slap only hiked higher, his pussy dripping with need.

“Fynx,” Asher breathed as their lips broke. “I…I don’t understand.”

“What’s to understand,” Fynx smirked darkly as his fingers slipped into Asher’s pussy. The drake gave a winning moan. “You were a bitch made for me, explicitly for me and my needs. You don’t need to understand anything other than that.”

Fynx unbuttoned his pants, and jerked them down before his cock flopped out. The massive foot long barbed bitch destroyer was throbbing at attention.

“Now, up,” Fynx ordered and Asher obeyed, a deep blush filling his cheeks as he rose. Then the thick helmet of that cock pressed his dripping folds. “That’s right, all fucking wet for me.”

“Yes,” Asher moaned, pushing down. “All wet for you Fynx.” Asher gasped.

“How does it feel, having your bully’s dick inside you again?” Fynx purred, that pussy sinking down over that cock, enveloping it in hot, slick, sexy silk.

“Fuck Fynx! Please! Please let me ride it!”

“Fucking bounce on it skank!” Fynx ordered as he pulled something from inside his coat. It was a thin golden leash that he hooked onto the collar.

Asher gave a cry of pain as he pulled up, those barbs opening old wounds before slamming back down. That dick head bulging right below his scars. Asher’s eyes rolled into the back of his head as he started to bounce on that cock, his pussy flying over that cock as it dug into old trenches and brought back memories of being used.

A tug on Asher’s leash alerted him to his master’s wants, drawing him in for another kiss. Thick wet smacking could be heard as their lips pressed against one another, their hips a blur as they made out and Asher rode that cock. Their hands roamed each other as though they were fucking for the first time, Fynx’s fingers rolling over his bitch’s slim sides and raking down his back to leave marks. Asher had a hand on the roof of the car where his horns pressed up against it and the other on Fynx’s shoulder. The golden heart tag bounced against his throat as he rode his master, his owner, his abuser, his bully, his fucking rapist!

Asher screamed into the kiss as his pussy popped, his cunt squirting and dripping over that cock.

“Fuck yeah bitch, squirt for me,” Fynx snarled into their kiss. “Every one of your orgasms are mine now. Mine to fuck, mine to devour, mine to fucking rake out of you.” With that he raked his claws down Asher’s back, making sure to make the drake bleed.

“Yes!” Asher screamed as he kept bouncing on that cock, his hips driving down and clenching on those barbs.

“Fuck, keep going! Fucking drain my balls bitch! Drain my fucking nuts! You ain’t going to let my balls ever get full, are you skank!”

“Never!” Asher felt like he was rekindled. Like a phoenix from the ashes he felt like he was burning up again, being reborn.

“My boners are your problem now skank! You’re going to ride my cock and eat my nut for every meal! Your dinner bell will be the jingle of my belt and the unzipping of my fly! Now fucking take my nut! Fuck yes!”

Fynx gripped Asher’s hips, his claws digging in as he thrusted up into that pussy, the bulge of his cock head ramming from the inside of Asher’s walls. Then he came, thick jets of cum squirted up into that pussy. Warm baby batter filled that tunnel and Asher came again on that cock. Fynx pulled the drake into another deep kiss, that leash taught as he forced him close.

“Fuck, that’s my good girl,” Fynx purred as he continued to dump his load deep into that love tunnel.

“Whenever, wherever you want…please…” Asher breathed.

“We’re here,” Carlisle answered as though this were a common occurrence in the back.

“Where are we?” Asher panted.

“Home,” Fynx purred and pulled the drake off his cock, a thick trickle of cum dribbling from the now abused hole. He pulled his pants back on and got out of the car and tugged the leash. Asher felt self-conscious about walking out in his state, but Fynx pulled off his jacket while Carlisle held the umbrella. Asher came out of the car and was instantly wrapped in Fynx’s suit jacket, the thing almost a dress on the lithe drake. He pulled it close, it was warm and smelled of sandal wood and cedar, Fynx’s cologne and a hint of sweat from their fuck.

Asher looked up and noticed the building. It was Fynx’s building. He was taking him to the penthouse.

“Now, be a good girl and come,” Fynx gripped the leash in one hand and the umbrella in the other. Asher got close to the snow leopard, his arms wrapping around the strong bicep of his bully. The leash and collar were clearly on display for all to see. A blush filled his cheeks as he felt Fynx’s nut trickle down his thighs and show up on his calves as they walked into the lobby. Fynx took his time going to his special elevator where a duo of familiar guards greeted them.

“Welcome home Master Fynx,” Tooth nodded before looking at Asher. “You two miss Ashley.”

Asher blinked before the door was opened for them and they walked in.

“What now?” Asher asked.

“Whatever the fuck I want,” Fynx smirked and kissed his drake one more time. “But how about a game?” The elevator started to ding as it rose. “You get me off before we reach the penthouse and I won’t tie you up like a hog and force feed you cum all night. Sound like a plan, skank?”

“Um…” Asher blushed. “But…what if I want to do both?”

Fynx smirked, yanking on that leash and pulling Asher into his chest. “Fuck you’re perfect,” Fynx growled and picked up Asher and threw him against the wall, the elevator jostling as he proceeded to pull out his still hard dick and plunge it into his bitch.

“Fuck!” Asher screamed as Fynx slammed into him.

“Fuck you’re mine,” the snow leopard snarled. “You and all the bastards I pumped into you are mine!”

“I…I couldn’t keep them,” Asher gasped.

“We’ll get them back,” Fynx snarled, his hips slapping harder into his drake. “They’re mine, and I never let go of what’s mine!”

“Fynx! I’m sorry for being such a dumb slut and losing them,” Asher wined before he was silenced as Fynx bit down on his neck. His teeth sank in until he tasted the copper of his bitch’s blood. He would leave a mark that would accent that collar to show who owned that drake. He didn’t want to hear another thing about that. Of course she lost them. What would you expect from a stupid slut who’s only function is to be a breedable punching bag.

“You’re all mine,” Fynx snarled as he pulled his maw off that neck and licked the blood away. “And I’ll never let you go, or let anyone else ever have you again! Your mine!”

Asher felt those words in his bones. He didn’t care if in the end he was thrown from the building. That’s what Fynx could do to his property. Use it and dispose of it at his leisure, but deep down, Asher felt the change in Fynx. Things were going to be different, and yet, all the same for the little abuse drunk drake.

After all, he was owned by his bully, his abuser, and his rapist.

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