~Backstage~
Maz: Hey, and we're back with another exciting chapter of... *drum roll plays in the background* Lust!
Drane: Ya know, I never really understood why you called this story Lust...
Everyone else: *gives him sarcastic looks*
Shard: Get on with it!
Maz: *surprised* Okay okay, you don't have to yell...
Chapter Four: Blind
All three guardians looked to Ember with wide eyes, "Trouble? What kind of trouble?" Inquired Terrador.
"I don't know, that's why I came to you! Hurry!" Ember spun on her heels and practically galloped back to where Flame was last seen. The first thing the guardians noticed when they entered the room, was a strange smell floating around.
"What the-?" Cyril sniffed.
"That smell..." Volteer looked around.
Terrador nodded at Flame, who lay on the ground moaning, "It's coming from him."
"Are... are... are you okay Flame?" Stuttered Ember, scared.
Flame shivered and looked up at her, "Cynder..." Is all that came out of his mouth before falling unconscious.
Ember meandered slowly over to Terrador, "What did he say?" Asked the green giant.
She flinched as she remembered it, "Nothing... he just coughed." Something inside of her, made her hide what he had really said. But why? This bugged her, but letting it slide, the pink dragoness exited the room, enabling the guardians to examine Flame privately.
Cyril placed a paw on Flame's heaving side, and turned him over. What he saw, made Cyril regret this action, "Oh my!" The white dragon turned him back over and looked at the other guardians with a coy grin, "He seems to be slightly aroused."
Terrador and Volteer were both shocked, and kind of embarrassed, at what their friend had to say, "Are you sure?" Asked Volteer, not thinking before he spoke.
"Yes, why? Do you want to check?" Joked Cyril, before stepping out of the way.
Terrador laughed at the yellow guardian, and Volteer snorted, "Whatever."
"Okay! Setting that awkward moment aside, let's get down to business. Our young friend here, Flame, has a problem. And we need to fix it. Any suggestions as to what this is?" Terrador's voice was commanding; that of a true leader. It was no wonder Ignitus had placed him in charge.
Cyril raised a wing tip, "I do! Maybe it's the result of not enough mating?"
The green guardian shook his head, "No, Flame's too young for that to happen yet. In fact, his sex organ shouldn't even be able to unsheathe itself at his age!"
The three thought long and hard about it. Finally, they decided that it would be best if they left it up to the doctors.
A few hours later, Flame had been placed upon an infirmary cot, and was being inspected by one of the doctors. This one, just-so-happened to be female. The dragoness was about half the guardian's size, the average size for any adult dragoness, and a sea blue. She was quite surprised when she found the red dragon's body lying there with his member clearly exposed. She turned towards the guardians and asked, "Has this ever happened before?"
Terrador shrugged, "Not that we know of."
The blue female doctor looked back at Flame and examined his body more closely, "This could only happen if he had been aroused at least once in his life-time. Know of any mates?"
They shook their heads in unison.
"Hmm..." She turned back towards them and sarcastically grinned on one side of her face, "That means he has secretly mated with a female. Or at least, come close to doing so."
Terrador nodded, "No need to indulge in his private life. All we need to know now, is why he is unconscious."
The doctor turned back to Flame and started examining him once again, "This might take a while, you should find something to do in the mean-time." The guardians all respectfully left her to work, and headed towards their rooms. As the lone female preformed her duties upon the sleeping red male, she couldn't help but eye his extension with great interest, "Maybe just one touch. Yeah, no harm could come from that right?" She reached out tenderly with her left pointing claw and lightly slid it down his length. It bobbed, surging with an all new gush of blood. This made her giggle gleefully and dare herself into repeating this action. The door behind her opened and she quickly pretended like nothing happened. Turning around, she found a smallish pink dragoness about Flame's hight, standing next to the one and only Cynder, "Oh my, mistress, what are you doing here? And who's your friend?"
Cynder shook her head, "Oh no, Ember's not my friend. I just came with her because I heard that Flame was in trouble."
The doctor nodded, "That makes sense. Oh well, I'm actually done testing today, so go ahead. I'm not sure he'll respond to anything though, he seems to be in some kind of coma." At that, she left the room.
Ember looked at Cynder as they walked towards Flame, "Do you want to be friends?"
Cynder half-smiled and looked at the ground, "I find that the less people I'm friends with, the less hurt they can give me."
"Hurt? How?" They stopped.
"Well, say, if they died?"
"Oh." Ember stopped looking so perky.
Flame's resting form still lay in the cot exactly the way the doctor had left it. But for some strange reason, he wasn't erect? Of course, the females didn't notice this, because they never knew about the whole ordeal. Cynder leaned over him and placed a paw gently to his cheek, "Flame?" She whispered.
His eyes shot open, and he looked straight at her, "Wh-where am I?"
"Oh Flame!" Cried Ember, shoving Cynder out of the way, while wrapping her arms around the red male. Cynder slowly backed out of the room, making sure she wasn't in view of the red dragon.
"Ember?" He pulled away from her and looked around, but it was too late. Cynder had already left and was slowly walking down the hall... a tear running down her cheek, "Cynder! Come back!" Flame practically flew out of bed and galloped in the direction of the dragoness he loved, "Cynder!"
The black dragoness heard him and tried to resist the urge to turn around and kiss him. She couldn't, "Oh Flame!" She cried, embracing him with her wings and lips. Ember watched this from the entrance to the infirmary. She was both angry, and sad at the same time, "Flame, baby, I never want to leave your side again." She kissed him over and over, refusing to relent, until finally the red dragon made a sign for her to stop.
"Heh heh, okay okay. That's enough. Just tell me one thing; why did I see you with Spyro?"
Cynder became guilty-looking, and turned away from the red male, "Flame... we... we can't be together."
"Wha-?" He tried to ask, but she interrupted him.
"Stop it... every time you speak... I hurt. Flame?" She turned back to him and looked him in the eyes; peering straight into his soul, "Promise you'll never look at me with love in your eyes again."
Flame looked like he was gonna cry! He shook his head and said, "I can't. I love you! For me to do that... well, I'd have to be dead!" Flame slammed his lips against her's one last time before being shoved away by the black dragoness.
"No Flame. I said we can't be like this, so we-" She broke down crying, "We just can't okay!" At that, Cynder ran away, leaving Flame all alone in the dark hallway. To his surprise, Flame felt something lay against his left shoulder. Craning his neck to see, the red dragon smiled warmly.
"Ember."
She smiled back at him, never letting her head leave it's place on his body, "You comforted me when I was sad... so I'm just returning the favor."
This made Flame chuckle, as he sat down in the center of the hallway. He didn't care if he was blocking some one's way; he was being cared for by a friend.
"That's all she was right? Just a friend? Yeah, a really good friend. That's all." Flame thought, fooling himself.
Ember felt him rest his chin on her forehead, and giggled, "You're trembling. Are you cold?"
"Yeah... a little." Suddenly he felt something drape over his back. It was Ember's wing, "Thanks." He said, snuggling even closer to her, "You're a nice friend."
These words stung the pink dragoness. She didn't want to be friends... she wanted something more. Obviously, Flame couldn't see that. Maybe if she tried harder? The red dragon was shocked at first, to find her tail wrapping around his, but he convinced himself that it was just another way of comforting him up, and let it go. By now, Ember was furious! How could a dragon be so blind! Knowing that letting her anger show wouldn't help anything, she forced herself to be satisfied with the friend title... for now.
In the morning, Ember woke Flame up by poking him in the ribs lightly with her hard snout, "Psst, hey! Sleepy-pants! Wakey wakey!" The red dragon let out a throaty moan and rolled onto his back with his legs in the air, "Ewww! Gross! Flame! Go take a shower immediately!" He stank. And when I say stank, I mean dumpster-compared stank. Why? Both Flame and Ember had no clue. The pink dragoness was standing over him with her nose plugged, when Flame's eyelids slid open.
"Good morning beautiful." His tone was sarcastic.
Ember got worried and checked herself in a nearby mirror, "What? What is it? Did I put too much make-up on or something?" (yes, I know, dragon make-up, odd. Deal with it!)
Flame was confused, "You put make-up on? What for! And no, there isn't anything wrong with you. I just said it as a joke." The dragon rolled onto his feet and pounced up.
Ember blushed, she actually wanted him to notice on his own, "Oh nothing." Since he's already seen and heard about it, she thought she might as well show it off, "You like?" She posed, smiling.
Flame nodded, "Yeah! Real hot! There's no way that dragon you like so much wont see you!" He laughed and walked away, not seeing her disappointed expression, "I'm hungry! Let's got get something to eat!"
"So you see why I came to you now?" Asked the normal echoing voice to another dragon. They were both cloaked in shadow, so that none of the undead around them could see.
"Yes, I understand your predicament well." The mysterious dragon paced a few steps to the right, then the left, "I'll ask the others and see what they have to say about this plan of your's."
"Thank you. It'll all unravel soon, I promise."
End Chapter Four: Blind
Maz: Dang... this one took three tries! I actually typed a whole chapter three times! Just to get it right...
Drane: And what's with making the chapters so short?
Maz: *glares at Drane* Don't ask questions you don't have the authority to ask.
Drane: *gulp* Yes sir.
Shamrock: I don't get it, who does Cynder really like? And why's she-
Shard: Just wait for the next chapter, you'll find out sooner or later.
Latvia: That was rude. You didn't have to interrupt, Shard.
Shard: Sorry.
Maz: Anyway, on with the next chapter! Review!