Rangavar needs to take control of his life. Arro needs to take control of his appetite. As the two dragons struggle, they might realize they have similar interests.

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Kill, Marry, Fuck
Chapter 6


The streets were bustling with activity. The dragons here had learned how to take advantage of the short sunlight hours, going quickly about their business. Most of the locals had scales in shades of different grays, filling the streets with a shifting throng speckled with a few flashes of color from dragons visiting from elsewhere. For once, Rangavar felt more at home, not standing out as much in the crowd. He liked blending into the lively city, as though becoming a part of it.
He gingerly lifted a paw to the side of his face, running it over his massive scar. Well, he could never blend in completely.
“Oh, here it is!”
Arro suddenly put out a paw to halt him, which Rangavar abruptly walked into. The smaller dragon made a face and stepped back, but Arro didn’t seem to notice.
“Thanks.” Rangavar was relieved to have arrived. “I wouldn’t have been able to find it on my own.” It was a small gray building, tucked between two much larger buildings. And there weren’t many windows on the front to show what was inside.
Arro lifted a chubby arm and pointed upwards. “I’m sure you would have eventually. The sign was a bit of a giveaway.”
Rangavar glanced up. There was, indeed, a sign. It was red and white and had words on it. Yup. Those sure were words.
“Thanks again.” He stood before the building, eager to get this over with. He needed one of those stupid wristbands.
“Do you want me to go with you?”
Rangavar turned back to see Arro just standing there. “Huh?”
The massive Faerian shifted on his feet. “I sort of don’t want to just wait here.”
Rangavar blinked. “Why would you wait here? Weren’t you going to go see the city?”
Arro pressed his index fingers together. The Darkal noticed he’d been doing that a lot, lately, apparently a nervous habit. “I don’t want to walk around by myself,” he admitted.
“Why?” The smaller dragon eyed him dubiously. “There’s no way anyone would try to hurt someone your size. You’re way too fat to mug or kidnap.”
As Arro’s scales flushed, Rangavar realized what he’d said. “Sorry, that came out mean.” He awkwardly glanced back at the door. Great, now he felt bad. “So… do you really want to go in with me?”
The fat dragon pricked his ears. “Yeah.”
The Faerian behind the counter tapped away on her computer forever while trying to find Rangavar’s information. The card was next to her on the counter, and she kept pausing to glance down at it.
Rangavar tried not to seem too impatient as he waited, but he’d been standing at the desk for a while. Arro had eventually gone and found a chair on the other side of the room. He could practically feel the fat dragon’s gaze burning on his back.
“I’m sorry,” the dragon at the desk said, apologizing yet again. “When I try to update your information, your file is blocked off because it’s been branded ‘deceased’.”
“Well, can you tell the files that I’m not?” He pointed down at himself.
The female pursed her lips. “I’m trying, but I think it’s just tripping the system because it’s never had to deal with this before. People don’t just die and come back; What happened because of Glitara is a bit of an exception.”
The Darkal sighed. “Yeah, I keep finding that out.”
“I’ll tell you what.” She slid his card back to him across the counter. “I’m going to put in a request to our technical department, and why don’t you come back tomorrow?”
His mouth dropped open. “Tomorrow? Can’t you do anything now?” He waved the card at her. “I have tons of credits and haven’t been able to use any of them anywhere in this city. I really just need a wristband.”
“I’m sorry.” She wasn’t lying or anything. Rangavar could tell she was trying to help. “I’m putting in the order right now, and I suppose it might be done by tonight. But I can’t promise that, so I’m just suggesting you come back tomorrow. It’ll definitely be fixed by then.”
He groaned. “Can you, just, give me one right now with my old information? Temporarily?”
She shook her head sadly. “Your file is locked because you’re supposedly ‘deceased’. I can’t apply a ‘dead’ person’s info to a wristband.” She smiled sympathetically. “I know this is ridiculous, I wish I could help more.”
“Thanks for trying.” He sighed, and turned away.
Arro, facing him from the chair, looked quickly towards the wall. Rangavar had been right, the big dragon was just staring the whole time.
“Wait. Before you walk away, take these.” Behind him, the other Faerian slid some papers towards him across the counter. “You can fill these out when you go home. You may as well save some time tomorrow and have them ready when you come back.”
He frowned at them. “What are these for?”
“Those are just forms for writing your information. Sorry, I know it’s a bit old fashioned, but I don’t think you’ll be able to update the file online, since the system says you don’t even have a one.” She shrugged. “I know it’s a bit ironic.”
“Oh. Uh, thanks.” He stared down at the pages in his paws. The symbols printed on the paper taunted him.
“Have a great day!”
Arro rose to follow Rangavar as he trudged out the door. “Didn’t go so well?”
“If you really have the type-three mutation, I know you overheard everything. You’re supposed to have extra-good hearing.”
“Okay, yeah, that’s true.” Arro admitted.
“Is that why you wanted to come inside so bad?”
“Huh?”
“So you could eavesdrop?”
“What? No.” Arro scowled. “Why would I want to do that?”
Rangavar looked down at the papers in his hands, and disappeared them so that he wouldn’t have to carry them. “All your newfound ‘curiosity’ or whatever. For being Glitarian.” Honestly, all the questions didn’t bother him that much, but they probably would start to if Arro wouldn’t stop prying.
“Well, no. Hearing you beg for a wristband for an hour isn’t my idea of a good time.”
They walked in silence a long moment, neither looking at each other.
It was Arro that broke it, looking down at Rangavar’s paws. “You’re really good at that. Magic, I mean.”
The Darkal had done it without even thinking. “Oh, thanks. I guess.” He didn’t mention that it was one of the only magic things he could do. It would seem much less impressive. “I just don’t like carrying a hipbag.”
Arro patted his own. “Lucky.” His did look a bit uncomfortable. The belt was stretched to its absolute limit, the Faerian’s gut overhanging it quite a bit. The fat roll probably would have sagged even lower if the belt weren’t in the way. Some of it rested over the bag itself, like a shelf, pinching the roll from underneath. The bottom of the bag, where another strap held it against one of his thick thighs, was also pulled taut, a little pudge budging around it.
“Hey, Arro, I know you were waiting for me so that you wouldn’t have to walk the city alone. But, I think I might just go back to the room. I have those papers to fill out.” He still wasn’t really sure how he was going to do that, but he’d rather get it over with while the other dragon wasn’t there to watch him struggle.
“Oh, sure.” Arro shrugged. “I was starting to get a bit tired anyway.”
Rangavar frowned. “Huh?”
“Well, the fact that I don’t want to wander around by myself hasn’t changed.” Arro looked around. “I’d rather just go back with you, then. Maybe grab some lunch though.”
The Darkal sighed. It wasn’t like he could say no to Arro going back to his own room; Rangavar was the guest. He just had to find a way to shake off the persistent Faerian on the way there.
As they walked through the crowded streets, the pair continued to look around like a couple of sightseers. They had to press together a few times to get through the throng, but surrounded by soft gray colors, it was easy for Rangavar to keep track of the tall, pink dragon. Or ‘pale red’ as he liked to call himself. Whatever.
The pale-red, definitely-not-pink mass stopped short in front of him, causing Rangavar to smack into his wide, chubby back. He rubbed his nose. It was the second time today that the dragon had abruptly come to a halt. Didn’t he realize how big he was? He was Vaugh damn immovable when he caused collisions like that.
Arro spun around, his belly swinging with the momentum. “Oh! Sorry.” He flattened his ears shyly. “I just noticed this shop, and thought maybe we should go in.”
Rangavar peered at it curiously. “What is it?”
Arro pointed upwards. “Don’t you ever look at signs? It says right there it’s a donut shop.”
This time, Rangavar had a legitimate excuse. “What’s a ‘donut’?”
Arro’s mouth dropped open. “You’re not serious.”
He shrugged. “Well, they don’t have them where I’m from.”
“There’s no way that’s true! Everywhere has them.” Arro stared at him incredulously.
Rangavar raised a brow. “Well, then, maybe they didn’t have them a long time ago, before I was stuck on Glitara for centuries.” That actually seemed more likely, now that he thought about it.
Arro radiated waves of excitement. “They’re sooo good. They’re like bread, but also not really like bread at all.”
“Wow, that’s helpful.”
“They’re sweet and gooey and… Let’s just go in. I’ll show you.”
The Darkal waved a paw dismissively. “You can go ahead without me.” Now was his chance to go back to the room alone, and try deciphering the paperwork he needed to have completed by tomorrow.
“Don’t be ridiculous.”
“I really can’t anyway,” Rangavar insisted. He tapped his empty wrist. “I can’t buy anything, remember?”
Arro looked back towards the shop. “I’ll get you something.”
Rangavar stared up at him. “Uh. Why?”
The pink dragon started walking towards it. “What, were you just going to eat nothing tonight?”
The small Darkal shrugged. “I mean presumably, I can get the wristband tomorrow, so…” He’d sort of just expected to get breakfast. “I guess not.”
Arro reached back, grabbed his arm, and started dragging him through the door. “You have to eat. And you really have to try one.”
Rangavar pulled back. “You’re doing that thing to my arm again.” By the time the words were out of his mouth, they were already inside.
“Oh. Sorry.” Arro let go.
Rangavar grimaced.
The wide gray Faerian at the counter looked friendly. He planted his huge paws on the counter and leaned over it. “What can I get ya’?”
The Darkal glanced around the tiny shop. There was a glass display, full of little rings with holes. “Uh…” He curiously inspected the squishy round things. They looked a bit like rolls, but smelled different, and some of them were colorful.
Arro leaned over his shoulder. “You can just pick what you want.”
“I really have no idea what I’m looking at.” He felt flustered as the dragon behind the counter just stared at him expectantly. “Um, why don’t you just pick.”
“Okay, sure.”
Rangavar was a bit lost as he listened to Arro’s order. There were a ton of different names for them. Apparently, each color or texture was yet another flavor. A whole sea of the things.
“Just a half dozen?” the employee asked.
Arro nodded. “Wait, actually…” He glanced at Rangavar. “If I get a half dozen, do you want your own half dozen?”
“That sounds like a lot.” Rangavar peered into the case. They weren’t exactly small.
“We’ll get a dozen,” Arro decided.
The employee started putting them into boxes. “Okay… is that it?”
“Yeah.” Arro readied his wristband. Then he glanced down at Rangavar. “Well…” He paused. “What if we got some for tomorrow, too?”
Rangavar eyed the boxes already on the counter. “I don’t even know if I like them.”
Arro shrugged. “Well, even if you don’t, getting more will mean there’s leftovers for me.”
“It’s up to you. You’re the one buying after all.”
“Okay.” Arro gestured at his order. “We’ll have another dozen.”


Back in the room, Arro watched as Rangavar gingerly took one of the donuts out of the box. It was one of the sweet glazed ones, a thick layer of sugary frosting on top. He held off on his own as he waited to see Rangavar’s face upon tasting the piece of heaven.
Rangavar paused with the donut halfway to his mouth, and turned to him with a suspicious expression. “What?”
Arro looked away. “Nothing.” He realized the Darkal would know he was lying, and amended, “I just want to see if you like it.”
That answer seemed to satisfy him. “Okay, just… stop staring at me?”
“Sorry.”
Arro took a peek out the corner of his eye as Rangavar finally bit down into the treat.
“Oh, it’s softer than I expected.” Rangavar turned it over in his paws, inspecting the gooey surface.
“Well?” Arro pressed.
Rangavar made a face. “It’s sticky.”
“Good, huh?”
The Darkal squinted at it. “I guess.”
Satisfied with his good deed, Arro began finally shoveling his own into his gaping maw, the flavors of sugar exploding across his tongue.


Rangavar eyed the doughy mass between his claws. It tasted pretty good, but left a sugary residue all over his teeth. Arro really hadn’t been kidding about the sweetness.
He looked at the other dragon out the side of his eye. The huge Faerian had already put away three of the things. It was like the last time Rangavar had watched him, stuffing buttery rolls hand over hand into his mouth. This time, though, the rolls were actually rings of fat and sugar, resting heavily in the pit of his huge stomach.
Rangavar looked down at his own. He didn’t know how he was even going to finish just one.
It took the other dragon no time at all to finish his first half-dozen. He eyed Rangavar’s other untouched five thoughtfully.
The gray dragon felt the question coming even without telepathy. He nudged the box towards the Faerian across the small hotel table. “I’m not super hungry.”
“Are you sure?” Arro was already grabbing at the box. “I mean, I got these ones for you, but if you can’t finish them all, I’m happy to help…”
“Yeah.” Rangavar waved his one donut at him. “I’m already getting a bit full. If I wanted more, we always have the boxes for tomorrow.”
Arro was already picking up one of the donuts in his chubby fingers. “Yeah, that’s true.”
The Darkal watched in fascination as Arro worked his way through the next box. His snout was sticky, the glaze and frosting smearing on his scales. The soft sweet dough filling his chubby cheeks. His belly looking a bit bloated.
When he finished, Arro looked totally full as he leaned back in the poor chair. His rolls spilled around him on all sides, but his huge gut took the stage as it stretched out onto his lap. He put his arms on it, his eyes closing slightly in satisfaction at the meal. “I think I’m going to lie down.”
The Darkal watched with a small amount of concern as the ponderously stuffed dragon tried to get out of his seat. The weight of his choices, well, ‘weighed’ down on him as he stood. His abundant padding of fat prevented him from bending his body too much, the enormous potbelly surging like a round, swollen wedge between his legs and his upper half.
As he got to his feet, he faced the bed, but suddenly looked back at the table another second. He was eyeing the boxes that he’d bought for tomorrow. “I think I might just…”
Rangavar watched with growing amusement as Arro took another box to the bed. “I can always get more,” he murmured softly to himself, as if making excuses. Incredibly, he opened yet another box. He pushed in the donuts more slowly now, as Rangavar noted he was starting to look sleepy as he got full.
Suddenly, Rangavar had an idea. A brilliant idea.
If he eats enough to fall asleep, I can stay up as long as I need to and work on the paperwork without him watching. He’d be able to curse, cry, or anything else he needed in order to decrypt the forms. He didn’t really know, but with the larger dragon safely in a food coma, Rangavar would have all night to work on it.
He carefully picked up the last box, all six donuts perfect and untouched inside. He brought them over to the side of the bed.
Arro was panting as he finished up on the box currently under attack. He looked at the Darkal holding other box with surprise. “Oh, I hope I left you enough.”
Rangavar extended the box towards him. “Actually, I don’t need any more, you can just have them.”
Arro’s eyes widened. “I’m not sure I need them right now either, I’m really full. And we got them so that we’d have enough to leave some for tomorrow.”
The Darkal opened the box, displaying the donuts so that some of the sweet scent wafted out. “Hmm. Do you really think it’s enough to be worth saving? We’d only get to have a few.”
He observed Arro’s nostrils twitch at the smell of food, just the tiniest little indication of interest. Arro looked down at the empty box already in his lap. Or, well, actually on his knees more or less. His lap was already occupied by a round swell of pudge, bulging out from his meal but becoming soft as he digested.
“You don’t have to eat them all.” Rangavar looked down into the box. “I’ll try another. But then, we can’t just leave a mere five for tomorrow…” He tried to think of more reasons. “And if I have another one tomorrow, there’ll only be four left for you.”
Four seemed like a huge number, given the size of the fattening pastries, but the fat Faerian was obviously contemplating this dilemma, one sticky hand on his frosting-smeared chin.
“I guess you’re right.” Arro reached for the box.
As promised, Rangavar plucked out another one for himself, to be convincing. Well, he could stuff himself tonight too, as long as it got his plan to work.
The big Faerian leaned back farther as he resumed, eating way more slowly, and thankfully looking way more sleepy. His belly dominated his figure, chubby rolls pooling around him as he eventually lay flat on the bed. He threw one arm over the mountain of his midsection, the fat jiggling as it rose and fell with his breaths.
Rangavar eyed the box. Aside from the half in his paw, there were three more at this point. Only three.
He carefully moved around the bed to where the Faerian’s head lay, clutching the box of donuts. “They’re almost gone.”
Arro groaned. He reached over at the box, his pudgy paw searching inside.
“Oh, here.” Rangavar took one out and handed it to him. Their sticky fingers touched for a moment as the treat was transferred, Rangavar pulling his paw back quickly afterwards.
“Thanks.” The Faerian took several large bites, chewing slowly.
The Darkal wondered if it was already enough. Would the fat Faerian even want to get up at this point? Could he if he tried?
Well, there were still two donuts in the box. Might as well be absolutely sure, and also not let them go to waste.
Arro was slowing down. Two more.
It thankfully looked as if the Faerian was getting too stuffed to move. Rangavar gingerly picked up another, without really knowing what to do; just that he needed to get this into Arro’s body. He ended up moving it towards Arro’s face himself.
It seemed strange to be enacting his plan this way, but the Darkal brought the donut towards the bloated dragon’s mouth. Looking a little out of it, Arro just parted his maw. Surprised but relieved, Rangavar gently pushed the squishy lump of sugar inside. As it passed by his teeth, he began to chew, almost as if on command.
The other donut went down in a similar fashion. Finally, by the end, Arro’s eyes were closed. He was rubbing his midsection uncomfortably. For a moment Rangavar thought he was dozing off, but out of nowhere, he spoke. “I can’t believe I did that.”
He redirected Arro’s train of thought. “Thanks for showing me how good they were.” He was tempted to offer Arro the other half of his own, but decided at this point it would just be cruel.
As Arro drifted off, he went back to the table, put his last piece of donut down, and finally materialized the papers. He sank tiredly into the chair. Well, he’d better get to it. It was going to be a long night.