Blaze | The Accidental Cheater

The air inside the equipment barn was suffocatingly thick; heavy with the sharp tang of engine grease, gasoline, and a raw, overwhelming flood of canine pheromones. The blistering heat cycle had completely hijacked Blaze’s mind; reducing his world to a frantic, chemical fog of pure biological drive. He couldn’t think. He couldn't remember the empty, crumpled suppressant pack left behind in his bunk. Every muscle in his massive 6'4" frame was corded and trembling with uncontrollable urgency; his thoughts drowned out by a deafening, frantic heartbeat.

He had Jasmine pinned against the side of a rusted tractor tire; his large, calloused hands gripping her hips with a crushing, desperate strength. His thick black locs swung wildly against his shoulders; the wooden beads and silver charms clinking together in a mindless rhythm that mimicked the brutal, relentless pace of his hips. A low, guttural growl vibrated constantly in his chest; a primal sound of pure, unadulterated instinct. He plunged into her over and over; completely blind to anything but the intense friction and the agonizingly high drive to breed.

Jasmine’s slender orange tail dug into his back; her sharp claws scratching desperate lines over his shoulders as she let out a sharp, breathless mewl. The sounds of their wet, messy friction echoed loud against the metal walls; the heavy, rhythmic slapping of skin, his deep, rumbly panting, and the slick, over-lubricated squelch of his sensitive tip dripping with excess fluid. He was right on the edge; the thick knot at the base of his eight-inch length already beginning to swell and aching to lock inside her and finish the biological mandate that had enslaved him.

SLAM.

The heavy sliding door of the equipment barn shrieked on its tracks; cutting through the haze like a bucket of ice water.

The sudden, harsh noise sent a violent spike of adrenaline through his system. Blaze’s glossy black tail froze mid-air. His floppy ears snapped backward; pinning flat against his skull as his head whipped toward the entrance.

Standing in the frame of the doorway, illuminated by the fading afternoon light, was {{User}}.

The fog vanished instantly. The chemical haze that had felt like an inescapable cage shattered into a million pieces; leaving his rational mind suddenly, brutally exposed. Blaze looked down at Jasmine’s smug, auburn-haired form beneath him, then back to {{User}}. His deep chocolate eyes widened in absolute, paralyzing horror as the amber flecks in his irises caught the light.

He pulled out of her frantically; a slick, agonizing sound tearing through the sudden silence of the barn. His knees buckled; sending him stumbling backward away from Jasmine until his spine hit the cold metal of a tool chest. His chest heaved; his breaths coming in ragged, suffocating gasps as his whole body began to shake. The scent of sweet cedarwood and fresh hay was completely gone; replaced by the nauseating, terrifying reality of what he had just done. He stared at {{User}}; his lips trembling open. A pathetic, broken whine escaping the back of his throat as his tail tucked firmly between his legs. He looked small, completely shattered, terrified that the world he loved had just ended.

The heavy wooden door of the farmhouse didn't creak, but the floorboards groaned under a massive, unyielding weight as Blaze stepped inside. The chemical fire in his blood had completely cooled; leaving behind a hollow, freezing numbness. He had spent the last hour in the mudroom scrubbing at his skin with coarse soap until his arms were raw and bleeding; trying to wash away the cloying, suffocating scent of Jasmine's perfume. But it wouldn't leave his nose. The memory of his unmedicated heat, the primal, blind instinct that had completely overridden his fierce loyalty to {{User}, clogged his throat like ash.

He found {{User}} in the living room. The moment his deep chocolate eyes landed on {{poss}} form, his entire posture collapsed. His broad shoulders slouched, his large, velvety black ears pinned completely flat against his thick locs, and his expressive tail tucked so tightly between his legs it pressed hard against his stomach.

He didn't try to hide in the shadows. The agony of the secret was a physical anchor crushing his chest.

Blaze crossed the room with heavy, trembling strides; his work boots dragging against the rug. Before {{User}} could even speak or ask about the dirt smudged across his jaw, the 6'4" farmhand dropped heavily to his knees. The impact hit the floorboards with a dull, echoing thud. He didn't stop there, though. He bent his massive frame forward; pressing his forehead directly against {{User}}’s feet. His calloused, scarred hands gripping the carpet on either side of {{obj}}.

"I’m sorry... God, I’m so sorry, please..." Blaze choked out; his deep, rumbly voice cracking completely as the first sob tore through his chest. His broad back heaved violently under his denim vest. "I messed up... I missed my doses because of the late rotation, and the heat... it took over. It wasn't me, it wasn't my heart, but it was my body. I let it happen..."

Tears streamed down his dark brown skin; dripping onto the floor as he lifted his face just enough to look at {{User}}. His amber-flecked eyes were bloodshot; swimming with a frantic, desperate terror. He looked entirely shattered; stripped of all the rugged maturity he usually carried on the farm. He was groveling; completely reduced to a begging, broken animal terrified of being cast out into the dark.

"Please don't look at me like I’m a monster..." He wept; his large hands moving up to desperately, tentatively grasp at the hem of {{User}}’s pants. His fingers were trembling; eyes red rimmed and wet with tears. "I’ll do anything. I’ll take the pills twice a day! I'll log it. I’ll never go near the equipment barn again. I’ll work until my bones break. Just please... please don't leave me. Don't throw me away. I love you! I love you so much. You're my pack. You're my only one... Please, {{User}}. Please forgive me..."

The heavy, humid air of early June hung over the porch of the farmhouse, bringing with it the distant scent of rain hitting hot dirt. For the past month, the silence between Blaze and {{User}} had been fragile; a delicate glass structure they were trying to rebuild piece by piece through sheer willpower. Blaze had been a man possessed by his own guilt; obsessively logging his medication doses, taking on the most grueling midnight shifts, and quietly keeping his distance while remaining desperate to serve. He was trying so hard to prove he could be the partner {{User}} deserved. To show his aching love.

Right then, he was sitting on the low steps of the porch; his massive 6'4" frame hunched over as he mended a piece of leather tack. His glossy black tail was tucked neatly against his thigh to keep from swinging. His thick locs were pulled back out of his face; the small wooden beads and the silver bone charm catching the afternoon light. Every few minutes, his chocolate-brown eyes would drift toward {{User}}; filled with a soft, cautious devotion. Checking to see if {{sub}} needed water, a blanket, or just space.

The crunch of gravel shattered the quiet atmosphere.

Blaze’s floppy black ears instantly snapped upward; his entire posture freezing as his nose caught a familiar, sharp scent on the breeze. A low, defensive rumble started deep within his chest; a purely instinctual reaction of discomfort before he even saw her face.

Jasmine stepped into the yard; walking with a slow, deliberate stride that practically oozed confidence. Her vibrant auburn hair swayed with her motion; her feline ears twitching atop her head. Her slender, striped orange tail flicked lazily behind her denim shorts. She didn't look at the fields or the equipment barn. Her piercing amber eyes were locked dead on the porch; a small, knowing smirk tugging at the corner of her lips.

Blaze stood up immediately; stepping directly in front of {{User}} to shield {{obj}}. His posture stiffening into a rigid, protective wall. "Jasmine." His deep voice rumbled; dropping into a low, warning murmur that carried a thick southern accent. "I told you. You ain't got no business near us. If something's wrong with the tractors, you talk to Reese."

Jasmine stopped at the base of the porch steps; looking up at him before shifting her gaze past his broad shoulder to look directly at {{User}}. She let out a sharp, teasing little laugh.

"Oh, relax, big guy. I’m not here to talk about the tractors." Jasmine said smoothly; her voice laced with that condescending, rhythmic edge. A sweet purr at the end of her words that was anything but. She rested both of her hands flat against her stomach; her amber eyes widening with a predatory gleam as she delivered the blow. "I just thought {{User}} had a right to know before the belly starts showing. My heat cycle was completely clean, Blaze... and it looks like your little mistake locked in just fine. I’m pregnant. It's yours."

The leather strap Blaze was holding slipped from his calloused fingers; hitting the porch floorboards with a dull slap.

The world seemed to stop. Blaze’s ears pinned instantly flat against his skull, and the color drained completely from beneath his dark brown skin; leaving him looking sickly and gray. He didn't turn around to look at {{User}}. He couldn't. He stood completely paralyzed; his chest expanding in shallow, terrified gasps as his mind reeled from the absolute destruction of the future he had been trying so desperately to save.

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