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Dragonic Comeuppance: Chapter 1

For TeryxC by Exa-Wolf

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"So, care to explain why you suddenly called for me to chat on my day off? Considering you had your head on the table when I came over it must be something big weighing on you."

Alex sighed, taking a sip from his glass of gin. "Just a long day at work is all."

"Alex. I know there's more to it than that. How many years have we known each other?"

". . . six years."

"Long enough for me to know when my friend is down about something serious and is trying to hide it; not to mention you called me to chat," his friend said as the waitress came back with his whiskey. As he took a sip, smiling abit, he motioned for Alex to say what was on his mind.

Hesitating abit, wondering if he should say what was on his mind even after deciding he would, he finally broke down and came clean about how he asked the man he had admired, dreamed countless dreams about, and whose voice sent shivers down his spine every time he heard him speak out for drinks so it could lead to something more.

And how that same man . . . utterly rejected him.

"So . . . yeah, that's what happened," Alex finished, waiting for a response. His friend had listened without interruption, nodding along, and he watched as he sat his glass down and stared at the contents for a few seconds without answering, looking like he was deep in thought.

When he finally spoke he said something shocking. "Alex, it might've been a blessing that he rejected you." He was left flabbergasted at that statement and asked why he thought that. "Because the guy you have a crush on is a power hungry, dominant person who wouldn't think twice of using someone to get something he wants. You may want to deny it but that man, the one who you and everyone believes is for the people, is a facade. His true self is one who desires control and who believes in the "All for One" philosophy."

"But--"

"But nothing," he interrupted Alex, shooting him a look that said to be silent and to listen. "My advice is to get over him and find someone better to have a crush on. Someone who will take care of you versus someone who would use you."

Alex opened his mouth to say that wasn't true. The man he had a crush on wasn't like that. He was charismatic, smart, admirable, and while powerful he didn't flaunt it like most of his stature. If he wasn't like that then why did he go out of his way to donate to charities? To give praise to his competitors? To speak at universities as a guest lecturer and encourage the students to pursue their dreams like he had done for Alex during his third year of college?

The man of his dreams was for the people and shouldn't be besmirched like this!

But as his friend looked to him, frowning softly, he knew what he just said was the truth and closed his mouth. A six year friendship and what he experienced not too long ago was the proof he needed to know that his crush wasn't a saint. But . . . he still yearned for the man. He felt drawn to that being like a moth to a flame and it was the sole reason he got that job on the off chance he visited his work, one of his many businesses he owned, so he could be closer and gather the courage to ask him out.

That was his truth and while he appreciated what his friend said he knew that his crush will always be his crush; nothing more, nothing less. He had to be with him, wanted him, and desired that man. His only issue was that he wasn't confident enough to win him over and had meekly accepted the rejection.

That's when he heard a sigh. Looking to his friend he saw him shaking his head before taking another sip from his glass before sitting it down on the table. "I see that my advice will be ignored despite what I've said." That's when he smirked and Alex saw a dark look appear in his friend's eyes. "Alex, you really like him?"

"Y-Yeah, I do."

"Despite what he did to you?" Alex nodded. "Despite knowing what I've told you?" Alex nodded again. "Do you truly wish to be with him? To make him see that being with you is the right choice for him? That he's better off with you than anyone else?"

The mention of his crush being with another made Alex ball his paw into a fist. "I do."

"Alright then," he said simply before digging in his pocket, bringing his smartphone out. "If you really want this," he began messing with his phone before placing it on the table and slid it over to Alex, "then press play. What you're about to see will get you your crush but I have to warn you that it will be through questionable means. If you're not up for that just slide my phone back and forget what I just said."

Looking down at the phone he saw a video was ready to be played on the screen. It showed an image of a familiar bedroom and something laid out on the bed. Alex looked to his friend, who raised an eyebrow as he waited for his answer, and asked if this would really get him the man he wanted.

Smiling a dark smile he nodded. "Yeah, I'm sure. But that depends on what you think after watching the video."

T-This seems pretty shady but . . . I trust him. I trust him more than anyone I know, Alex thought, turning back to the phone. If there's a way I can be with him then . . . I want to try.

Picking up the phone and hitting play he watched as the video played out before him. At first he was confused, then perplexed, then shocked! Eyes going wide he quickly looked up and saw his friend smirking and said, "It's real," before Alex went back to viewing the rest of the video. As he did he realized why this method was questionable and why . . . this was the perfect thing to get the man he desired.

Maybe not what he imagined, sure, but the two would be together. That's all that mattered and after finishing the video, cheeks quite red from what he saw, he gave the phone back.

"So you want this?"

"I do," Alex said and saw his friend smile some. "So please . . . tell me what we have to do. I'll do anything."

"Good. Because to get him will require some steps. I wanted to do this to him for a while now but his schedule is erratic and he never seems to be alone," Alex's friend explained. "I honestly was giving up hope until you explained who your crush exactly was. With your help I'm sure we can get this done soon."

Alex nodded before realizing something strange about what his friend said. "What . . . did you mean by that? That you wanted to do this to him. Did something happen between you two?"

"That's . . . a hard subject," his friend said slowly, that dark look returning to his eyes. Alex couldn't help but wonder what his crush did to him? That's when his friend sighed and looked into his glass. "But I guess I can tell you the reason."

And with that Alex listened to what the other had to say, quite shocked by that but it did explain some things about his past. Once he finished his friend said he could still back off but Alex shook his head and said, "No. I want this. More than ever actually because now I can have . . ."

* * *

"Teryx Commodore, you are quite the shrewd businessman I always heard and believed you to be," the jaguar anthro chuckled, taking a sip from his champagne glass. "Not to mention gutsy to talk business during my wife's gala. Not many would do that without fear of retribution."

I lightly smirked. "People do say that is one of my finer qualities, Mr. Rhodes," I replied back. "I saw an opening to chat with you and knew I had to take it while the opportunity persisted so do forgive me for that. And now that you've heard what I've had to say what do you think? I'm sure this offer will benefit not only my conglomerate, Commodore Industries, but yours as well. Greatly I might presume."

The jaguar crossed his arms and smirked. "I'm sure it will, Mr. Commodore. I'll have my secretary contact yours and we can set up a meeting to properly discuss this venture but I can already see the promise of this deal. Now if you excuse me I believe my wife is beckoning me over."

"I would appreciate that, Mr. Rhodes," I said, giving him a soft nod before watching him blend in with the other guests for this charity gala for . . . something. I couldn't remember what it was about, something about endangered birds maybe?, but it was worth wasting my precious time and the donation I spent to get into their good graces.

The Rhodes were one of the leading families of Northbridge (alongside the Kendricks and Barker's) with their paws in so many businesses one could say they owned parts of the city thanks to that. So after finding out that Mrs. Rhodes was having a gala in my city, one that neighbors hers, I had to get closer to her and her husband as a way to advance my goals and control of this city; not to mention gain a small foothold in theirs. And what better way than a partnership with a powerful, respective family in another to achieve it.

This will make my so-called rivals to stand down once they know who I'm connected with, I thought as I mingled with the other guests. Smiling, shaking hands and paws, and while giving out pleasant greetings I couldn't help but grin internally at the potential this meeting might provide me. Now I just have to get in touch with the other two families and my goals will be absolute.

And speaking of the other two I heard a few people commenting while I was looking for Mr. Rhodes that the eldest child of Mr. Kendricks, Brock, was here. While not his father and abit of a recluse (my investigations turned up with little info on the man for me to properly use on him) it was still worth pursing and as I finished with the jaguar it was now time to go after the lion. But unfortunately, after scanning the crowd for him and asking a few people, I learned he left early with his date while I was chatting with Mr. Rhodes.

There's always next time, I thought as I continued showing off my good side as one of the leading figures of the city. Eventually the gala came to a close and I was left feeling chipper that I was able to accomplish my main goal and learn some juicy info concerning potential business deals and what my so-called rivals were up to.

As I stepped outside, breathing in the chill, night air, I spotted Mr. and Mrs. Rhodes close-by chatting with a wolf dressed in a brown trench coat whose left eye bore an x-shaped fur pattern. I waited until they finished chatting, the wolf patting Mr. Rhodes shoulder with a reassuring smile, before he left and I soon came over as Mr. Rhodes spotted me.

"Mr. Commodore, if we keep meeting like this I'll start to think you're interested in me," the jaguar joked as Mrs. Rhodes shot him a glare that quieted him.

"Do forgive my husband, Sir Commodore. He's been around our promiscuous son Xavier as of late and his nature seemed to have rubbed off on him."

I waved her off, smiling. "No, no, it's quite alright. I quite welcome advances of all types," I said with a wink, making the man quite flustered since he was just about my type. "But the reason I came over was to simply say I had a wonderful time and hope to see each of you again." Taking her paw into mine I kissed it tenderly, making her blush, before shaking paws with her husband and with a final good-bye I made my way back to my limo.

That'll earn me some bonus points, heh-heh.

Quite pleased with that bonus I soon spotted my driver, a rather lean rabbit named Fred? Francis? Or was it Felix? Well, whatever his name was (I was sure it started with an F) he was standing next to the right backseat door as usual, paws behind his back as usual, that same foot tapping I've come to know of the man but . . . something seemed off with him as I approached. I couldn't place it and it mildly annoyed me when Frank (maybe?) opened the door for me and I entered my limo.

As the door shut and I buckled myself the rabbit quickly got into the driver's seat. Soon enough he was driving me away towards my penthouse as I loosened my tie before digging in my pocket for my phone. Checking for any messages, finding a few, I began going over them when I caught the rabbit staring at me from the rear-view mirror.

"Eyes on the road," I warned. His eyes went wide and he complied rather meekly. Shaking my head, I read my final text sent from one of my club's managers about needing approval to hire additional staff; specifically another bartender and bouncer.

"Set up the interviews and do intensive background checks on everyone that applies after they leave. Send me a text on who you believe is the best and shows no signs of being a troublemaker but I will have final say," I texted back before licking my lips. "And this time make sure they are to my tastes as well. I trust you know what I mean."

Wondering who I might meet, rubbing my crotch, I pocketed my phone before looking out the window. The city was awash with artificial light, many of the skyscrapers and smaller businesses that passed us by were lit up for the long night. With my superior eyesight I could even make out all the little worker bees going to-n-fro in those buildings and couldn't help but smirk considering a number of those buildings and their workers were mine.

That's right my peons, work your butts off for me, I thought, crossing a leg over the other. Your lives were meant for me to control. I give them me--

The blaring of a car horn interrupted my train of thought as the limo stopped suddenly. Turning to my driver I asked what happened as the limo began moving again just as quick as it stopped.

"I-I'm sorry Mr. Commodore but the limo s-suddenly died on me," that rabbit stuttered a little. "B-But I did get it going again so that's something."

Narrowing my eyes I turned back to looking out the window when the limo died again after driving for a couple of minutes. A car behind us was blowing their horn and I barked out, "What's going on?!"

"I-I don't know, sir. It just dies on me when I get close to a certain speed."

Another horn blared and I could already see the headlines if it was found out that it was me in this malfunctioning vehicle that was backing up traffic. My rivals would pounce on the littlest thing, spinning it in some fantastical yarn, and if I didn't know any better one of them might've done something to my limo to cause such an incident as this.

"Then drive slowly and take us somewhere where you can park the car. I don't want an altercation with this irate horn blower behind us," I explained, keeping my temper in check though that horn blowing was really souring my mood.

"R-Right away, Mr. Commodore," he said as the limo started up again and we drove at a very slow pace, a few vehicles passing us by with the drivers looking peeved, and I thanked the heavens that it was night and my windows properly tinted so they couldn't see me like I could them.

Rubbing my temples I couldn't help but think of who might've done this. A few names came to mind, sure, but I couldn't pinpoint exactly who before noticing the rabbit pulling into somewhere and park the car. Looking out the window to see where we were I saw us in the parking lot of a place called Rockhaven. The name sounded familiar, a bar perhaps, and looking at the sprawling two-story building made of brick and the way the windows were designed (smaller squares inside one large rectangle) it was no doubt a renovation of some old, small-scale factory. And from the parking lot being nearly full it was quite the successful one considering it was a Thursday night.

Some of my clubs and bars don't get this busy, I thought to myself. I wonder what the secret is? Some promotion? Celebrity endorsements? Maybe . . .

I turned to my driver and asked, "How long will it take for you to see what the problem is?"

"I-I'm not sure," the rabbit said. "I do have some ideas but . . . if it's what I think it is it could take some time. And this might be forward of me but could you wait over at Rockhaven? It's a good place and the bar serves pretty great drinks at reasonable prices. That's why I came here after remembering it was close to where we were so that way you have something to occupy your time while I check. I'll inform you if I can fix it or if you need to call another driver. I-Is that alright with you, sir?"

So it is a bar. That was good to know. I was about to ask for more info but decided not to as I got out after telling him that was fine.

Rather he spend his time on the car than explaining what I can experience firsthand, I thought as I made my way over to the building, straightening my tie again. As I did I noticed some people leaving and judging on their somewhat well-dressed attire (the kind of clothes plebeians wear only on special occasions while I typically wore everyday) and their relaxed, pleasant expressions this bar had some class to it. Makes me even more curious about the place.

As I reached the door and entered I did a quick glance at my surroundings. Black-n-white photos of what this building used to be in the past (some type of small-scale textile factory by the look of the machines) were sparsed among the walls and the seating arrangements were a mix of mostly covered table-n-chairs with booths dominating one wall and fed into another while making the corner booth the place of larger groups to be seated.

A set of stairs to my left most likely led to a VIP area and how I knew was from the rather burly horse anthro dressed in a black suit guarding next to it while standing behind a podium. Disregarding the horse (who was rather studly I might say) the other employees--a mix of anthros and humans--were dressed in white, long-sleeved shirts, a very dark green vest over said shirt, and black slacks.

Some soft jazz was playing from some unseen speakers and there was the faintest hint of lavender wafting in the air. The two complimented each other and no doubt helped with the relaxed atmosphere I was getting from the people sitting at the tables and booths while a few were sitting at the bar itself.

Overall it seems pretty well-coordinated, I nodded in approval. Classy enough that socialites like myself wouldn't mind coming while not scaring off the masses at the same time. Whoever owns or manages this place is doing something right.

That just left the VIP area to see but it most likely called for a reservation and I would rather not cause a scene here by asking to go up; another time perhaps. Instead I took a seat at the end of the bar and scanned the shelves, noticing some well-known brands and a few that were generally hard to get in this country. I was even more surprised to see some very rare vintages in the top shelf and while one or two of my bars, the last time I checked, had a single bottle of them in stock there were two or three of them here.

Most likely the owner has connections with the supplier, I thought, mildly annoyed/impressed that someone was able to get so many as I looked away and waited for the bartender, a rather hunky black bear with goatee, to finish serving a pair of human girls their drinks.

As I watched him make their drinks it was like watching a performance; his serving was well-coordinated and his fingers close to a blur while handling the bottles and the equipment. Of course his movements behind the bar were just as superb; being smooth and seamless despite being somewhat large as he went about like it was second nature to him.

I had no doubt in my mind this bear was a master at his craft. And seeing as one of my club's needed a bartender it wouldn't hurt to snatch away this talented asset for myself. Imagining that bear in the uniform, enjoying that sight, he finished serving the two girl's drinks--who gave him soft claps at his performance and he graciously nodded in turn--before he came over to me.

"What can I offer for you, sir?" he said as he handed me a small menu of drinks and what was on tap.

Tempted to say if he was on the menu I instead asked about their top shelf without looking at the menu and he calmly went through what they had. He made several suggestions on what I might like but in the end I settled on one I drank when a rather successful business deal went through.

As he began preparing it I couldn't help but look him over with approval. Nice body for a bear. Broad shouldered, bit burly. Right amount of pudge and to offset it he had some decent musculature which his uniform showed off nicely, I thought, licking my lips a smidge. That shows he likes to eat yet also workout to ensure his eating doesn't affect him negatively.

I always like seeing that in a man and while I generally like all types of men (not tops and rarely dominant ones) it was this type that I knew I could really work them well without fear of breaking them. The only issue I can see is that he's a bit of the stoic type which doesn't tell me much since personality can play a factor in their preferences.

Not always though. That meek little otter at the club the other day ended up being so dominant that I couldn't quite enjoy topping him, I frowned before quickly changing it to a smile as the bear came back with my drink.

"For you, sir. I hope you enjoy it."

I picked up the glass, taking a whiff and nodding in approval, before taking a sip. "Yes, it's excellent. You've clearly outdone yourself."

For a split second I saw his right ear wiggle and when he walked away his tail did the same when he heard the compliment.

Interesting, I thought before waving him back over. When he asked if I needed something else I asked, "Just wondering if you could spare a moment to chat. I've heard a few talks about this place and decided to come check it out for myself for a possible event I'm planning so I wouldn't mind some info from such a capable man as yourself." That was a lie of course, not of the dear bear himself mind you, though I do admit of hearing the name in passing.

The bear, whose name tag told me his name was Evan, showed another ear twitch at the compliment. As he looked around, most likely seeing if his attention was required elsewhere, turned back to me and said, "I can spare a few moments, sir. What would you like to know?"

"Does Rockhaven do private events? Like, could I rent the building for the day and if so what hours are you open? And do you serve food as well?"

He went on to explain that while they do cater to private events it was mostly through its VIP area and as for renting the whole building that had to be done months in advance. As for their hours they were closed in the mornings and opened just before lunch; which is the time their chef comes in to cook. From then to evening they served what one might expect in a bar and when night hit what they could serve would be limited to something easy to prepare and that being more snackish foods.

Evan finished with, "We sometimes have theme nights and we offer specialty drinks depending on the season and holiday. I hope that was an adequate explanation of what Rockhaven can offer you, sir."

Interesting concepts. Some of my own follow the same thing though I wonder how they deal with the riffraff? I thought as I took another sip from my glass.

"It is but what about scuffles and the like? It seems rather pleasant now but I would hate for a fight to break out," I said before flashing a smile. "But I'm sure with you here that probably wouldn't happen though, right?"

The faintest smile appeared on his face before it returned to that stoic frown. "We have a near zero-tolerance policy on fighting. First time is a warning and the second is being banned," he explained. "If a brawl were to happen, though it's been some time that one has occurred, have no fear because myself and our security team will ensure that no harm will come to you and the rest of our patrons."

The way he said that tells me he can achieve it with certainly and leaning on the counter, using my arm to prop up my chin, I said, "I have no doubt you and your team would. Such strong bodies are perfect for this kind of duty and yours, my dear bear, is quite the strong figure."

This time I got a much better reaction as he lightly blushed and scratched at his chin, fingers going through his light brown goatee, as my compliment really hit home. "T-Thank you for the compliment, sir. But I'm simply doing what is required of me as a bartender serving his patrons. Nothing more, nothing less."

I nodded with a slight smile and thought even more how I wanted this bear; for my club and for . . . personal reasons, heh.

"With what you've told me you certainly deserve the more option. You have talent, grace, and humility. Qualities very rarely expressed in one person," I complimented him again, earning another blush. "So much so that I wish my own staff were like that."

That caused Evan to raise an eyebrow. "Do you own a bar or something similar, sir?"

"A few," I vaguely said though in truth I owned quite a few of them. "Mostly clubs, though." I listed off a few of them though he really perked up when I mentioned Escapades. It was a gay club and my favorite out of all of them. Not to mention . . . was the same club that was looking to hire a new bartender.

Got you now, my bear. Hehehe.

"Ever been?" I asked and he lightly nodded. "Did you enjoy yourself? I'm always looking for feedback about the place and my employees and since you, a master bartender, have went I would love to hear your thoughts on my bartenders."

The bear was quiet for a moment, his ears twitching quite visibly for anyone to see, before finally nodding. "I . . . did enjoy myself. Quite abit in fact. As for your bartenders I can't really say since I'm no master but my opinion is that they do quite well under the pressure since it is a busy club."

"That's good to hear and don't push yourself short. From what little I've seen you are quite the bartender deserving of the title of master. I would be over-the-moon to have one such as you working for me." He simply smiled before a waitress came over with a drink order. He excused himself to fix it, floundering just a smidge from the compliment I gave him no doubt, before handing the drink to the waitress and came back over. "See? You handled that better than my top bartender and she's well-known in the area."

"T-Thank you for the kind words, sir."

"But of course sweet bear. I always give credit where credit is due," I said with a wink, causing the slow chinks in his stoic armor to open up more and more with each compliment. I've dealt with his type before and with a little more he'll be mine to ensnare. "And if I said Escapades had an opening for a bartender would you be interested? I would pay you quite well and you'll be able to see quite the sight every day you worked there. For free I might add."

His eyes went abit wide and for a moment he looked genuinely interested in it. "I-It sounds too good to be true, sir. How do I even know you own Escapades?"

"Ever heard the name Teryx Commodore before?" I asked, kinda surprised this bear hasn't recognized me since I've noticed a few people in the bar point in my direction and with my dragonic hearing heard them whisper my name in awe. The bear's eyes widen even more at hearing my name and I couldn't help but smirk at this one's realization that it was I that sat before him. "Well, that's me. Pleasure to meet you, Evan."

He swallowed and said, "Y-You're Teryx Commodore? Really, sir?"

I nodded, enjoying this bear's reactions. "Indeed. So now that you know who I am do you believe me when I say that offer I mentioned is real? And that it could be yours?"

There was a small flicker in his eyes and I knew right there I had him. Sorry owner of Rockhaven but this dear man is mine. And now that I know he's into men, sensing a somewhat submissive bottom in him, I'll be dining on that ass soon enough.

Chuckling internally I waited for the bear's response when that look changed to . . . uncertainly? I asked about that and he rubbed his arm and said that while the offer was good he didn't want to betray his boss by leaving Rockhaven. That he owed him a great deal for giving him this job and much more.

"Are you sure? I can double whatever you make here and your tips would see a considerable increase at a club compared to a bar like this," I tempted him but he still had that look. Guess I should offer a night with me since his type would jump at the chance. "How about--"

"I think he's made his point very clear, Mr. Teryx Commodore," I heard a male voice behind me say. I turned around to see a coyote with his arms crossed, eyebrow raised with bit of a peeved expression on his face. For a moment I wondered who this man was before Evan called him boss in a surprisingly submissive tone.

The coyote flashed the bear a soft smile and said, "It's fine, Evan. I heard what you said and I appreciate the loyalty even if there was some doubt." That's when he turned to me and for a moment I thought I might be asked to leave but instead his expression laxed as he looked me over before narrowing his eyes like a predator does his prey and ever-so-slightly licked his lips. "To think I would have the illustrious rain dragon himself at my bar. It's quite the honor to receive you since it meant I'm good enough to draw you in."

My, my, a fellow-in-arms it seems, I thought as I too checked this man out.

He had a similar muscular build to me and if I don't count my horns or mane we were close in height. His age, I had to guess, was in his mid-twenties and from the visible bulge in his pants he was of the sheath variety; something common though nothing bad. His forest green eyes were quite stunning and that lush sandy brown coat of fur showed he was well-groomed. Clothing aside--a simple blue polo shirt, brown slacks, and black shoes--he was giving off the same aura as myself though . . . there was something else.

Something that interested me.

It's rare to encounter someone similar to me, I thought when he sat down next to me, telling Evan to check something in the stockroom. The bear complied readily and I couldn't help but wonder if there was something more going on as the coyote turned to me, showing not a hint of admiration or respect like so many others did in my presence. Oh, yes, you are very interesting indeed.

"You know, Teryx, I should be showing you the door for trying to poach one of my best bartenders but in respect for your stature and the fact it's rare for Evan to show his inner self I'll permit you to stay awhile longer," the coyote said with a smirk, eyeing me up once again.

I smirked back, enjoying at how cocky he was being and for calling me by my first name while others wouldn't dare. "I appreciate that kindly and due forgive the attempted poaching. I was just amazed by his skills that I had to do so. It's rare for someone of his build to be so graceful behind the bar and I can admire his loyalty to you since most would jump at the offer."

He simply smirked before asking what drew me to his bar. I could've said a bunch of lies like hearing of his bar's reputation or such but seeing as he was similar to me I simply said it was by accident. That made him raise an eyebrow and ask how that occurred.

"Something happened with my limo is all," I replied since I had no clue of what might've occurred. "My driver is seeing to it and it was he who brought me here since we were in the area."

"I see," is all he said, an amused look appearing in his eyes for some reason. "If you want I have a few on staff at the moment who are good with vehicles. I'm sure they'll be able to find the issue and possibly fix it in no time at all."

But I waved him off. "Like I said my driver is handling it." I then rested my arm on the counter to prop my chin up and said, "In the meantime I wouldn't mind conversing some more if that's alright with you." He said that was fine and I asked for his name.

"Damian."

"What of a last name, Damian?"

That's when he moved his index finger side-to-side to say that wasn't allowed and told me that for the moment I wasn't allowed such knowledge. I let out a soft playful growl at this show of defiance, earning a chuckle from him, and while it was easy to simply check on my phone I knew that would be a win for him.

After that we then conversed for quite the bit of time, mostly little things and such, but hidden underneath we were sizing one another up I could tell. I found it to be quite stimulating and for once liked talking with someone lesser than myself though part of me was telling me there was more to this coyote than meets the eye.

Even as he stepped away to tend to something else I found myself watching him with rapt attention as he moved about the place, greeting his bar patrons with a smile and praising his employees as they worked though, unlike me, he seemed to meant what he said. That's when I caught his eye and he gave me a wink before walking back over to me and sat down.

"You know I'm quite pleased that you're here," Damian said as he ordered a lemon water for himself.

"Oh? Why is that I wonder?" I asked, honestly interested.

"Because it'll draw more business my way," he said matter-of-fact as Evan (who had came back moments ago) came over with the coyote's drink. "One doesn't get to see a dragon very often, a race of anthros so uncommon that many think they're fictional, and that dragon being you, one of the leading figures of the city, is quite the sight to behold. Many of my patrons have been talking of you and will no doubt be telling their friends and family; which, in turn, will draw them here thinking they might gaze upon you if they believe you might be coming here again. That's why I'm pleased."

I narrowed my eyes and smirked at what he said. Normally I would be angered at the notion of being used in such a way but I'll make an exception this time.

"If you wish for more success we can enter into a partnership or at the least let me sponsor you. My name could elevate you to greater heights."

He just chuckled. "I'm doing quite well without a partnership and I'll be opening another Rockhaven in the city and another in Northbridge soon. As for you sponsoring me that will be unnecessary since, like I said, you being here this one time will draw in many if they believe you might come again."

The arrogance of this man! But I can't deny I don't like it, I thought before saying, "I can always change that you know."

For a split second I saw Damian's eyes go dark before they returned to normal and he smirked as he took a sip from his glass. "If you did something so out of character it'll make people question your image. We don't want that, now do we?"

"I see," I simply said, eyes narrowing. I didn't care for what he was implying but thought of a way to get back at him. Bringing out a pen from my suit pocket and grabbing a napkin I wrote my personal number down before sliding it over to him. "Call me if you change your mind and desire my help. Having someone powerful in your pocket is always a good thing to have."

He took one look at it, his face showing me he was debating whether to take it or not, and like so many before him took my number before slipping it in his pants pocket. Seeing as I won this little bout I asked for him to point me to the restroom as I placed my pen back into my coat pocket. Damian directed me to them and I got up before paying for my drink, giving that bear another wink and a generous tip, before making my way over to the restroom.

As I did, doing a quick glance to see if that coyote was watching me--something everyone does when I leave--I was abit peeved that he wasn't; busy on his phone instead. Disregarding that I went inside the restroom (it was quite nice and clean I will admit) and into one of the stalls. It didn't take me long to relieve myself and when I was done went to the sinks to wash up.

Give him enough time and he'll be calling me. They always do, I thought before staring at my reflection in the mirror. Who wouldn't with a body like mine.

If I was someone else looking upon me I would describe Teryx Commodore as a powerful rain dragon, a rarity among anthros. A dragon who had an athletic, toned body with broad shoulders and hidden beneath the suit he wore was a somewhat visible six-pack. One who had the finest blue scales--of dark and light--adorning his body with some white on his snout that ran underneath it and ended at the base of his neck at a point; making it look like a filled up V.

Adorning his head would be the greatest of horns--two of darkest blue--but that left nothing of the lush, golden mane between them--with three smaller horns of white inside it--that began at the top of his head and ended at the nape of his neck. Many humans and anthros have commented on it since reptiles (being called that irked me to no end) with hair are such a rarity and considering that he was a dragon he was the rarest of the rare. Add to that factor was that he had long, pointed ears and fluff sprouting from his cheeks which made him even rarer.

But the greatest thing the rarest of dragons had to offer, to a select few of his choosing, was what lay in his pants. Something he, or rather I, would use to stuff all those lesser than me with my dragonic spunk; marking them as mine forever more.

Smirking at that thought, my golden eyes twinkling in the mirror, I finished washing my paws before drying them off.

Seeing as I spent quite the bit of time here I better go see if that rabbit has fixed my limo, I thought, about to leave the restroom when my phone vibrated. Pulling out my phone to see who texted me I was confused to see an unknown number but reading the message I realized it was from my driver.

"It's taking abit longer to fix but I've found the issue. If you could wait just abit more I can have it ready and take you home, sir."

Letting out a frustrated sigh I texted him that was acceptable before leaving the restroom. Guess I can have another drink and tease that bear some more in the meantime, I thought when I caught sight of Damian and some stag by the bar.

Both appeared to be flirting with each other, the deer more so, and to my surprise I caught the stag reach over and squeeze Damian's ass. The coyote made no sign of not liking it and instead whispered something that made the deer grin devilishly.

I thought he was a top since we were so similar and the way he looked at me but was it possible . . .

Licking my lips at the thought of him being a bottom and getting to top someone who could be me in a way, not minding for once that he was dominant, I made my way over to them to see if that was indeed the case. The stag caught sight of me, eyes growing wide with a smidge of fear in them, before he excused himself from Damian; who looked abit confused before I entered his line of sight and it dawned on him why I made the deer leave.

"Sorry about scaring your date away," I lied, placing my paws in my pockets and acted like I was indeed sorry. "That sometimes happens with people despite my best efforts."

"It's no problem at all. And what you saw wasn't me and him having a date," he remarked though I caught him staring at the deer with that familiar look of longing before turning to me. "But I will admit I was looking forward to . . . well, never mind that."

Heh, so you are a bottom, dear Damian, I thought before getting abit closer, making the coyote raise an eyebrow.

"If I may be so bold I can be his replacement for the night. That is if you are, forgive me, a bottom."

Damian looked me over before smirking, placing a paw on his hip. "I'm vers and while I appreciate the offer what qualifies you to be his replacement? I'm going to need to see a resume before I consider anything of the sort."

Little tease, I smirked. "I'm sad to say I have nothing of the sort on me but I can show off my skills in a more . . . hands on matter," I remarked, flashing him my most debonair smile as I rubbed his arm sensually. "What do you say of an interview so I can validate my claim?"

And like with the phone number he nodded and said, "Let's . . . talk about this more in my office," before asking me to follow him. As I did, walking past the bar to a door marked "EMPLOYEE'S ONLY", I asked if he was worried about his employees hearing us as he opened it for me and we went down a hallway together.

"My office is soundproof and I have a lock on the door. With those we don't have to worry about being disturbed as I conduct your interview."

As he snickered, making me bit excited about what he had planned, we walked past a few doors before stopping at one at the end of the hallway that had "MANAGER" on it. Damian opened the door and allowed for me to enter first. Walking inside it was a rather modest office with what you might expect in one--desk, computer, a few chairs, and some bookcases--though there was a quite big couch on one side with a window above it; designed to be murky from what I could see. The walls did, in fact, have soundproofing material on the walls and just as I was about to ask about it I heard the loud click of the door locking.

Turning around I saw him eyeing me up like I do with my prey, licking away at his snout with a predatory glint in his eye. I see the foreplay is over, I thought as the beast was upon me, kissing me and feeling me up with reckless abandon. Not willing to be dominated by such a lesser version of what may be myself I fought back, tongue darting into his mouth at the first sign of an opening as our tongues soon fought for supremacy.

As he and I felt each other up I knew that he would be able to take me with the muscle I was feeling. Just imagining as I pounded away at that nice furry ass made me growl into his mouth as his body trembled in response. And as we continued to kiss and feel the other up, feeling his fingers press around the nape of my neck before running them through my mane alittle, I felt his cock lightly poking me and broke the kiss.

"You're quite the kisser," I complimented, seeing the coyote pant out a smile. "Been awhile since I've been kissed with such passion though you better control your eagerness."

Damian smirked, that glint in his eyes still there, and he suggested we take this to the couch as I saw that visible tent he was showing; unfortunately that poor dick of his would see no action tonight from me. Turning from him I began walking towards the couch, asking if he wished to continue with our interview or to simply get to it, when I felt this weird empty or hollow sensation suddenly spread throughout my body before finding myself falling towards the carpet without warning!

I tried to move my arms in front of me to brace myself but I couldn't move them for some reason! Even turning my body as an alternative was fruitless and before I could question as to why that was I hit the ground quite . . . hard?

It . . . didn't hurt? I thought, wondering why that was as well as confused. Sure, the floor was carpeted, but it should've left my body in some form of pain from the impact. But instead I felt nothing of the sort. If anything it reminded me of when I flop back on my bed and simply lay there.

Confused by that I tried to get up but I . . . couldn't!? My body wasn't obeying any of the commands my mind was sending to it. The only thing I could move was my eyes as I looked around, seeing everything at floor level, before spying my outstretched arm and it . . . looked deflated? I couldn't believe what I was seeing--blinking a few times thinking I was imagining it--but that was indeed my arm that, for some reason or another, had lost all definition in it.

Damian! What is this!? I exclaimed or at least I wanted to but my mouth, like my body, wasn't moving. Of course that didn't stop me from trying as I continued to fruitlessly move while shouting for him.

Instead I heard the sound of him snickering and saw his shoes appear in my vision. Looking up only got me to his knees when he bent down and I felt myself being lifted up by my neck (feeling strangely limp and that hollow feeling increasing even more) before I was face-to-face with the coyote. That dark look was in his eyes again as he looked at me with a rather smug expression.

"I'm always amazed at what the Complete Suiting function can do," he said to my confusion. "And I'm glad I can do it twice a day now. Makes what I need to do now so much easier compared to the regular method."

I had no idea what he was saying but I knew without a shred of doubt this was his fault! Whatever you've done undo it at once! I snarled but either he ignored me or was unable to hear me as I felt more of my body being lifted off the ground like it was nothing before he moved me towards a hanging mirror that was on his door.

"Like what you've become, Teryx?" He asked me as I stared out . . . at . . . me?!

N-No! That . . . that isn't me! I exclaimed, mentally recoiling at what I saw. Reflected in that mirror, held in the coyote's arms, was what could best be described as a deflated, lifeless husk of myself. It was like someone had emptied out my insides and left behind my skin while allowing my consciousness to remain. The whole thing was confusing but what was even more perplexing was that my eyes were gone--just empty eye sockets--with no indication how I was able to see through them but I somehow could.

The whole thing reminded me of some macabre, extremely lifelike Halloween costume of myself and I felt disturbed/angry at what I've become as the coyote grinned.

"Wish I could hear your thoughts right now but that'll soon change," he said before he suddenly let go of me and I was back on the floor in a tangled mess. My leg, I couldn't tell which, covered up my left eye and the other could only see towards a chair. As I questioned it all I heard the tell-tale sign of clothes being taken off.

W-What is he . . . no. There's no way.

Did he . . . wish to wear me!? Is that what I've become! A fucking suit for this mutt to wear around like some . . . some party costume! Roaring at it all I felt his paws on me again and he brought me back up to the mirror to see that he was . . . naked!

"Can't wear clothes while you're a suit or a pseudo-suit," he said as I was able to see parts of his naked self. And like I thought his body was similar to mine with how fit it was but that was beside the point!

Don't you DARE! I roared out, trying everything I could to return to my formal self when I saw him do something around my neck. Release me no--

There was a slight pulling sensation that stopped me mid-shout, a jolt of pleasure that made me coo as I felt whatever he was doing to me continue. That pulling was slow and steady, making me mentally quiver as I felt his paw travel down my back (how I felt it through my suit was puzzling) before he stopped at the base of my tail.

"If you couldn't tell this should confirm what you are for the moment," he said as I panted, seeing him twist my body around with ease and no pain while keeping my head in place. What I saw was an opening in the back of my suit and a zipper at the base of my tail. From the empty cavity (confused as to how he was able to seamlessly make an opening not only into myself but my suit) I could see plush lining like one might see inside a costume past that opening.

He . . . he really turned me into a suit. A costume to be worn, I thought, dumbfounded when he turned my body back around and I instinctively knew what was about to happen from his expression. NO! DON'T YOU DARE WEAR ME!

But as I've realized he couldn't hear me as I was lowered down some before I felt what I guess was his right leg go inside me, making me gasp as I felt it move around. I was . . . I was being invaded by this mutt, t-this inferior person as his furry right leg slid into my own. I-It felt so wrong yet part of me was at bliss of being filled up again as his foot and leg slipped into mine, rubbing against the inside of it, and when he reached the end--his toes matching with mine--there was this slight tingling sensation that raced up my leg. A second later I felt as my toes began to wiggle on their own and despite trying to stop him, to control that foot, it was pointless when he did the same with my left.

S-Stop! I shouted in frustration as that tingling sensation occurred again and he moved my left foot as well like they were his to control. I tried in a failed attempt to push him out of me as I felt him hoist the rest of my limp body up, some more tingles occurring in my legs in the process, before feeling his tail enter my own. It began to wag just like a dog's when his right arm entered my body, his paw feeling around for the opening that would claim my arm as his, before he found it.

Like with my legs and tail it was just as stimulating as he slipped it inside and as soon as his fingers met mine that tingling sensation occurred. I then felt as he opened and closed my paw a few times before he stopped and his left paw and arm followed suit.

"Just the head left, Teryx," Damian said, a dark tone to his voice, as I was left staring down at the floor, panting despite it all at the sensations he caused from entering me, as I felt him flex my arms; no doubt posing in the mirror. "Was hoping to slip my dick into yours but since it wasn't out when I suited you completely and didn't see it inside you I'm guessing once I zip up and finish I'll feel it then."

GET OUT! I roared again at the mention of him using my cock. That was mine and mine alone to use! A plebeian, someone lesser than me, had no right to my dragonic tool!

Trying even harder to get back control I felt him grab hold of my head and watched as I saw myself once more in the mirror. Except something odd was occurring as I watched my head stretch upwards some, feeling abit uncomfortable as it happened, before feeling what I guessed was his head enter inside me.

GET -AARGH!!!

The feeling of something entering my throat stopped me from yelling. I felt like gagging as Damian pushed his way through, stretching me out some, before it quickly past and I quivered as his head began settling into mine; though not perfectly. His ears weren't exactly aligning inside with mine and while there was plenty of room for his snout, feeling him opening his mouth and breathing out, for some reason mine didn't open as his did; like it had been sealed shut.

Almost like those rubber masks, I thought as his green eyes stared out of my eyes like he was indeed wearing a mask version of me though you could tell he was wearing a mask.

"That'll change soon enough," Damian said inside my hollow head, surprisingly me that he could hear me. "Of course I can hear your thoughts, Teryx. I'm quite literally in your head."

THEN GET OUT! I roared only to hear him chuckle as he moved my arm behind him and felt him grab onto something metallic, the zipper no doubt, and felt him slowly zip me back up. As he did that tingling sensation I've felt when he entered me assaulted across my body and I tried holding back how pleasant that felt when my other paw pushed aside my mane so the zipper could reach the base of my neck, sealing him inside me.

"Try not to pass out when I conform into you," Damian said as he turned away from the mirror and walked towards the couch. His clothes were folded on the arm with his phone resting on top of them and I saw him pick it up. On the screen an app was already up and before I could ask what he was planning he sat down on the couch and pushed, "Conform," and a moment later I was assaulted with a myriad of feelings too immense to properly describe as those tingles I felt spread all around me.

It took all I had to stay coherent, nearly blacking out, as I heard that coyote darkly chuckling at my blight before his voice began to quiet and those feelings and tingling sensations began to fade away. Gasping for air, my mind feeling like it was being short-circuited from all those sensations, I felt my mouth open up. Air rushed inside me, filling out my lungs, before being expelled in tandem with my gasping. For a moment I thought that I was back in control, that mutt somehow disappearing inside me, when I suddenly felt a smirk form on my snout that wasn't my doing.

"Sorry but the only one that's disappeared inside me is you, Teryx," Damian said through my mouth despite not being able to before and to my shock/anger it was my own voice that came out instead of his. "Though I guess you're kinda right in this moment."

G-Get . . . out! I exclaimed, trying to catch my breath. This . . . is my . . . body!

Another smirk formed and I felt him get up, stretch some and pocketing his phone into my pants pocket, before he moved me over to the mirror again. When I saw my reflection it looked exactly like me as I was instead of a few moments ago when it looked like he was simply wearing me.

"That's because I went with the Complete Suiting function instead of the regular method," my mouth said. "If we went that route you would, for sure, pass out from the pleasure of me entering you while you were still you."

I was left confused by what he said when he reached behind my neck, feeling my paw touch the zipper, before he tapped it twice. I felt a tingling sensation and was perplexed when I no longer felt that zipper.

"Don't want people asking about a zipper on my neck even if the mane covers it," Damian said as I snarled that it wasn't his body! As I roared for him to get out, making him wince some, I felt him dig in my pocket and pull out his phone. Fiddling with that same app he pressed something and . . . all my rage, my fury, just disappeared; like one moment it was there and the next it wasn't. "There, that's better."

What . . . did you do? I asked, strangely calm though abit pissed still.

"You were being too fucking loud in my head so I had to put you into a calmed state," he explained before examining myself in the mirror, turning this way and that. "Man, I'm one fine ass dragon. Too bad I'm not like my fictional counterpart and can use magic though considering the Instasuit is magical I wonder if there's a way to be like those dragons?"

Instasuit? Magic? What are you talking about? I asked, confused by what he said, trying to get angry that he was still thinking my body was his but just . . . couldn't. Pissed, sure, but not angry.

But he ignored me as he began straightening up my suit, dusting myself off, before he began texting someone on his phone.

"Evan, something came up and I had to leave. I'm leaving you in charge of closing up the bar. When I get back I'll be checking to see how well you and the others did and if everything is good I'll take you out for lunch or something."

A moment later the bear responded with a thumbs-up and smiley face emoji. Damian made me smile before texting someone named Alex that it was done.

Who's Alex?

My eyes rolled and the coyote looked back to the mirror, pocketing his phone. "One of the many you hurt. My accomplice and your," a smirk formed on my snout, "well, let's leave it as a surprise. Better hurry now, don't want to worry him."

He chuckled, making me upset at this, when he left his office and walked down the hallway towards the bar proper. I don't know what you did or how you did it but you will return my body back to me. You have no right to be me, mutt.

Yet again he ignored me, simply smirking, as I then told him he would rue crossing me. I would ensure his and his accomplice's downfall but he just scoffed and said that there was nothing I could do. That I had no power and to prove it he took out his phone again and brought up that same app, scrolling through it, before his finger lingered over something called Dreamstate.

I was going to let you be a passenger in your body but if you're going to be acting like a whiny, little snot the whole time I guess you need a nice nap to calm you down. And don't worry about a thing since I'll take good care of your body in the meantime. Sleep tight, Teryx.

Don't you da--

* * *

Letting out a sigh, Damian stretched before leaving the hallway behind him, glad that dragon was finally quiet as he used the app to put Teryx into a dream-like state thanks to one of the features of the Instasuit.

Now to continue with our plan, heh. Bet Alex is happy to see me, Damian thought as he made his way to the bar's exit. As he did he could see the looks people were giving him and quite liked it though he wished to expose them to the real Teryx Commodore. But that won't be enough to make him pay. No, not after what he did.

Growling softly upon being reminded of that the coyote-possessed dragon spotted Evan and gave that adorable bear a wink when their eyes met, earning him a blush, before leaving out. Taking a deep inhale of the night air once outside, it much stronger thanks to this new body, he breathed out a hearty sigh and said, "My first breath as the new me."

Feeling abit giddy at that, just imagining how Teryx would react to that statement, Damian looked around before he spotted Alex pacing back-n-forth near the bar's outdoor seating area. The white mouse appeared to be flustered, muttering something about how he'll react to being close to Teryx and Damian chuckled before heading over to his friend and accomplice. The mouse's ears perked up once he got closer and he turned to see Teryx smiling at him with a genuine smile that wasn't that phony one the real Teryx used.

The second their eyes met, the mouse had a look of desire and want, and Damian stopped in front of the now flustered mouse.

"D-Damian?" Alex stuttered out, looking anxious to see if it was Teryx or Teryx.

"It's Teryx, Alex," he said, flashing a smile that made the mouse shiver before reaching over to caress his cheek. The mouse shivered, smiling a little as he leaned into it before Damian pulled away. "Now let's head back to my place so we can continue with the plan, yeah?"

The mouse nodded vigorously and Damian placed his arm over his friend's shoulder, leading him to the limo. Once they arrived Damian saw that the driver was in the driver's seat, snoozing away like they left him, when he knocked on the passenger window a few times. The rabbit woke up with a start, shaking his head a few times, and when he looked in Damian and Alex's direction his eyes widened in alarm upon seeing them (or rather Teryx) before he flew out of the limo hastily and stood before the dragon.

"M-Mr. Commodore! I-I don't know why I was asleep bu--"

"Calm down, Finn. It's quite alright," Damian said before lightly smiling. "I did suggest to you that you take a nap when I saw how tired you were when you came to pick me up from the gala. Don't you remember me telling you to pull into this parking lot so you could take one while I chat with an acquaintance of mine here at this bar?"

"Oh! Y-Yes, that did happen," the rabbit said though judging by his face he seemed abit unsure if that actually happened to him. That's when Damian patted him on the shoulder and gave him the warmest of smiles that made the rabbit blush a little. "I-I'm really grateful for that, sir. I'll make sure it doesn't happen again."

Thankfully we placed him to sleep using the Dreamstate function before turning into a suit, Damian thought since having him remember being worn was one of his and Alex's worries but it seems to him that it was good he believed him.

"It's quite alright, Finn. I'll try not to overwork you in the near future," Damian said, patting the rabbit's shoulder, showing him another smile. The rabbit smiled back before looking to the mouse and asked who he was. "This is a friend of mine. Alex will be joining me and I will be heading to his place so I hope you can drive us there. We have . . . important business to plan."

"Of course, sir."

After giving him the directions they entered the limo and got rather cozy sitting together as their driver left the parking lot and drove away towards Damian's condo for the next step in their plan.

"I-I can't believe it worked," Alex whispered despite there being quite the distance between them and Finn. "It feels . . ."

"Too good to be true?" Damian finished as the mouse nodded. Getting closer he nuzzled into his cheek, making the flustered mouse let out a soft squeak. "It actually isn't, though. We have something much more unbelievable planned later on. Remember?"

Alex weakly nodded as an idea popped into the coyote's head. Taking his friend's chin into his paw he turned his head to look at him and stared deep into those friendly blue eyes, at that chubby little face, and at that cute twitching nose. He smiled before leaning in and kissed the mouse on the lips. Making it as sensual as he could Damian saw the shocked expression his friend was giving him before his eyes became half-lidded, kissing the dragon right back with full on lust.

Kissing him as Teryx feels somehow better than it did when I kissed him myself back in our college days, Damian thought as he felt Alex open his mouth and to his surprise his new tongue instinctively went inside, already dominating his fellow tongue. Well, Teryx is a major dom top so that's to be expected of his body. I'll fix that soon.

Smirking at what was to come he broke the kiss as the mouse was left panting. Damian could see the need and want in those eyes and felt a tad bit annoyed since that look was directed at the one he was wearing instead of him. I'm kinda jealous of you Teryx but considering what's going to happen I can't be too jealous, heh.

"Was it like you imagined?" Damian asked to which the mouse nodded, still abit dazed from kissing his crush. He was about to tease the mouse when he caught sight of Finn staring at them from the rear-view mirror and an idea popped into his head that he knew Teryx would hate once he was awake. "Alex, when we get to our destination how do you want it? Should I fuck you or would you like the honor of topping me? Either way I want to grant you the night of your dreams since you've desired me for so long," he said loud enough for the rabbit to hear.

The car skidded a little and he heard Finn quickly say, "S-Sorry, sir. L-Lost abit control."

"It's quite alright, Finn," Damian said as he turned to Alex, seeing how red the mouse was and could see the imaginary steam billowing out of his ears. Chuckling to himself he asked if Alex was alright with what he suggested.

"T-T-That's . . . T-That's, um, t-that is, well, quite t-the offer," the mouse stuttered out, still reeling from what Damian said. They had talked about this before, sure, but it seemed to the coyote that the mouse didn't really believe in that part of the plan to actually occur.

"Aww, did I startle you? Sorry about that but after I found out about your crush for me I just couldn't help myself and admit that I too wanted you," Damian said, stroking Alex's furry cheeks, making him more flustered. "I can stop if you desire since we have company."

Alex nodded and he noticed the mouse was covering his crotch, no doubt quite erect down there, and he couldn't help but smirk. It's so easy to tease him when I'm like this. Even more since Teryx will remember this moment later.

Imagining the outcry of that dragon brought Damian dark joy when he saw Alex twiddling with his fingers and asked what was on his mind.

"Is he, you know, seeing and hearing all this?" he whispered.

"I put him to sleep because he was getting fussy," I whispered back. "When we get to my place I'll bring him out so get ready for that."

Alex nodded and they spent the rest of the way to the coyote's condo simply talking; flirting on occasion. Damian could see how happy he was making his friend by being the man of his dreams and enjoyed seeing him like that. He was even more happy that the mouse was able to help him get Teryx like this since he had been after the rain dragon for months after getting the Instasuit without being able to get close to him. That elusive dragon was always busy with meetings, going to his various businesses to see how they were doing, attending charity events, and the like that it was hard to get him alone for a few minutes to turn him into a suit.

He and Alex were almost considering that club, Escapades, he frequented every other Saturday as the way to get to him when Alex found out about the gala. After that, well, was really easy to figure out and here they were as Damian saw some familiar sights out the window that told him they would soon arrive at his condo.

The fun is about to begin, poor dragon. I'll make sure you get everything you deserve and more, Damian gloated before another idea popped into his head to really enrage the dragon. Loosening his tie he said to Alex and Finn, "Hey, what do you say we do something fun you two?"