About Endi's Consent, a Dragonwalker story
by Lee Benoit
19 pages / 5000 words
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Halloween night in Endicott is pretty much like Halloween
night in other small towns. Except for the flying dogs, of course. Fire
Chief Alex Burgess is on hand to help town Dragon Wrangler, Chief’s own sub
Endi, host the fire house’s Halloween party and keep local kids safe.
But something’s not right with Chief. Lately, he’s been
feeling even more bearish than he looks, and all that omnivorous attention
is directed at Endi. Chief wants to take their Dominance and submission to
the next level, but first he has to obtain Endi’s consent. What happens when
a boy with the heart of a dragon submits to a Top with the soul of a bear?
In this excerpt, Chief and fellow top David discuss
the strange ferelings Chief;s been having about Endi.
David reaches out and unerringly grasps my arm. "Tell me about Endi's
His voice is so clinical, so far from pervy, that I comply almost
without thinking. "He's like a puppy, you know. Eager to please, to be
close, full of energy. His submission is… joyful." I blush when I say
so, but it's truer than true.
David's bobbing his head like he knows this song. With a smile he says,
"That's not all, though, is it?" When I don't reply, he probes further.
"Think about the dogs, Alex."
I do, and then I've got it. "They're dragons," I say. "You saying Endi's
got a dragon in him?"
"Something in him calls forth the dragon nature in the dogs," David
says. I make a skeptical noise and he adds, "It's not a real dragon, of
course." He gestures vaguely to his eyes, which I know behind the dark
glasses are ringed with delicate scales, a side effect of the experiment
that cost him his sight and eventually led to the development of the
dragon dog mutation.
I nod and pat his hand, which he replaces on my arm. I don't generally
take this kind of comfort in touch. "No more than I'm a real bear in a
man suit," I say, trying to lighten the mood a bit.
"But the bearish part of you, the hunter, the omnivore, the fierce, wild
thing inside you wants more than a sweet puppy to play with. A bear
dominating a puppy is…"
"Just mean," I say. He's hit the nail on the head, I know it. Without
deciding to, I lay my hand atop his on my arm and hold on for the rest
of this conversation.
"But a bear facing a dragon, winning the dragon's submission…"
"That would be something," I say. "And since when do we finish each
other's sentences?" I try to sound disgruntled.
David just smiles that slightly scary reptile smile of his and wriggles
his hand away from mine.
"I don't want to hurt him, David. Nor scare him. The things I want to do
to him, they're not safe. Maybe not even sane." I trail off and my
fingers twitch, missing the comfort of holding his hand.
David nudges me with his shoulder and turns to the firehouse door. He
pulls it open and the unmistakable strains of "Monster Mash" reach us.
Halloween is such a goofy holiday.
At the open door David turns and says, "Then you'd better make damn sure