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A Bite of Your Own Medicine

When the dragon banged on the metal lockers, Ari jumped. He hated that it still made him jump. It showed how weak he was.

"Told you he'd still be here. Ha, what a loser."

The dragon was in sports gear, tracksuit and trainers, with a duffel bag over his shoulders. Three animals followed in his wake: a German Shepherd, a vixen and a raccoon. All of them were similarly dressed. Of course. They'd all been in the gym again. Typical. The second they were old enough to use the gym, they'd practically made it their second home. Granted they'd got the bodies to show for it. Just a shame they were all brawn and no brain.

"Hey Ari."

The dragon leaned in, right into the hyena's personal space. Disgusting. Even though he'd probably used a whole can of body-spray, he still stank.

"Fuck off Juan," the hyena muttered.

"School's over, wimp. Time to go home."

"I said fuck off!"

A snort. Then a chuckle. Then, the athletic dragon burst into laughter, right into the hyena-boy's face. His mates joined in as well.

"Oh that's good. The little kitty finally learned a dirty word."

The dragon sing-songed his sentence, before he pinned Ari back. He towered over the hyena, and made full play of the fact. He tightened his claws on Ari's shoulders, and grinned wide.

"But you think that makes you hard? Think again. You're the biggest pussy in the whole school."

"Bet he's hung like a pussy, too," one of the others chimed in.

"Bet he's got a pussy."

"He might as well have one."

Juan's clawed hand shot out, and Ari cringed, but instead of landing on Ari's face again, it shot past, and Juan swept out most of the contents of the locker. Folders and papers and books clattered to the floor.

"Oops. How unfortunate. I do hope none of your books got ripped. You wouldn't want to get charged for the damage. Again."

The gang laughed. Of course they knew about that.

"Well go on then. Pick 'em up."

It was a game and Ari knew it. No matter what he did, Juan would win. So he sighed, started to bend down, and found his muzzle tight in Juan's grip. The dragon took hold of Ari's jaw, squeezing until it hurt.

"Look at that. Good little boy, does exactly what he's told. And to think, you yeens used to be top of the food chain. You know, they say a hyena can bite through bone. But I bet you wouldn't ever do that, kitten. Hey, I tell you what. I'll give you one for free. See, here's my arm. Go on. Bite me."

Silence. Four sets of eyes, predatory eyes, locked onto Ari, daring him to give in.

"Come on, pussy. Now's your chance."

"I... I..."

"Heh. Spit it out."

"I... I don't want to."

Juan shoved Ari in the chest. The hyena slammed into the metal lockers.

"Aw, that's too bad. And that's why you'll always be a wimp. Weak, scrawny, pathetic little kitten. No wonder nobody likes you. No wonder nobody invited you tonight."

If Ari was any younger, he might have burst into tears. Instead, the little hyena screwed up his muzzle, taking in their every word from Juan and his cronies.

"Has he got the message?"

"Yeah, he's learned it alright," Juan sneered. "Come on, we've gotta get ready."

"Heh, see you on Monday, kiddo."

Ari waited until they were out of earshot. Then, he gathered up his belongings, and stuffed them back into his locker. He was late, but at least he wasn't late for a class. As long as the errand was run tonight, he'd be fine.

The school corridors were empty. Even the teachers were long gone. Ari's shoes gave a light squeak as he walked on the polished floor, up to the science labs.

Outside one of the biology labs, he checked around him, muzzle darting left, right. All clear. He stepped inside.

He walked between the rows of raised desks and chairs. At the back of the room was a store cupboard, with a frosted fire-glass window. Ari pushed it open. And there they were.

Tanks, vivariums, almost all filled with live beasties. Snakes, tortoises, and even a tarantula. Now, where to begin today? He cast his eyes over the shelves, locked eyes with one reptile, and smiled. Ladies first. Ari prepared a holding place, before he lifted the lid of the largest tank, taking a moment to admire the sleek creature within. A thick tree-branch sat in the middle, and the reptile's coils were looped loosely around it.

"Hello Sheila."

The python slithered forward at her name, her forked tongue flicking as she went. Ari took a hold of the snake, gathering up her coils and lifting her from the tank. She flowed between Ari's arms, sleek and muscular, and Ari admiring the mottled camouflage pattern of her scales.

The bite from the snake made Ari jump. What had she done that for? He moved quickly, holding the snake tight, long enough to return her to the tank and close the lid. He checked his lower arm, where the python's fangs had punctured two holes through his shirt. Pythons weren't venomous, and strangely he wasn't bleeding all that much. Still, he should probably get it checked out. Quickly as he could, the hyena headed through the biology lab, turning off lights and shutting doors as he went, before he hurried through the school corridors. The school nurse would have gone home now, so he'd have to go to the hospital. He could always go back and feed the animals later, or just message his teacher and explain what had happened. The main priority right now was getting checked out. Back at his locker, he grabbed a few belongings without really thinking, and made his way out of the school.

The sun was already setting. Ari's heart was racing, and his breath was short and his paws clammy. He didn't usually get this out of breath, not on a walk from school. He slowed down, and then stopped altogether. He tried to take some breaths, but his lungs wouldn't take in enough air. This was not right. Surely the snake wasn't venomous? And why did his shirt sleeve feel so tight? He glanced down at his bitten lower arm, and the blood drained from his face. Ari could see his arm, actually swelling before his eyes. With his heart pounding in his chest, the hyena pulled off his jacket and slipped his arm from his shirt. It had indeed swollen, but it didn't look sore or infected. In actual fact, it looked muscular. Gently, he touched his arm with a paw. It was firm, toned even. Like most male hyenas, Ari had never packed on much muscle. Yet there was his arm, definitely his arm, with his spotted fur patterning, unique as a fingerprint, and with the two puncture-marks form the snake.

He had to get to a doctor soon.

He decided to take a shortcut across the park. The gates would be closing soon, but if he hurried he'd make it, and even if the gates were closed, he could easily climb them. The park was nearly empty, most furs having cleared out well before closing-time. Good. Fewer furs to see him.

The park was a mix of open space, woodland and trails. So there were plenty of patches that Ari could duck into, if he needed. And it looked like he'd have to take cover soon. His arm was still growing, and the back of his paw was... well, what exactly _was_happening to it? Hardening? Growing... scales? Two foxes were approaching - they looked like a father and son. Ari veered off the path and into some woods, before the foxes spotted him. He kept to the shadows, and kept pressing forward. However it was getting harder to move, his limbs feeling heavier with each step. Finally, before he seized up completely, he took one final glance around himself, and came to a stop. He took some deep breaths, before daring to look at his arm again.

Before his very eyes, the muscles were growing larger, more defined. He looked along to his paw, and that too was completely different. Now the back was adorned with scales, while his palm was supple, ridged, tactile, tipped with white claws that were thicker and more lethal than his manicured nails. His upper arm now bulged and flexed as he moved it, the muscle underneath stretching his spotted pelt tight. Goodness this was happening quickly. Even his clothes were growing tight. He'd have to lose them - otherwise he might rip the seams. He slipped off his jacket, discarding it on the soft earth. Next he took off his shirt, leaving himself topless.

Free from his shirt, he watched wide-eyed as the growth rippled up his arms and across his upper body. He rolled one shoulder, and then the other, feeling his back muscles ripple and bunch, even as they swelled. However the middle of his back felt rigid. Not only that, but something was growing, protruding from his neck and head. Tentatively, he reached back, laying his paw on a scaled membrane of flesh, which covered the back of his head, and spread out far to the side. The word _cobra_flashed through Ari's mind.

Those snakes were more than pets, were they?

The transformation moved upwards, moulding his face into a new shape, sharp canine teeth growing long from his muzzle. The changes moved down as well. Bulges and ridges formed across his body, definition he had only dreamed about having, the kind he thought were the preserve of athletes and movie stars. Yet here he was, bigger even than Juan. And still he grew, surpassing even that dragon. Now his belly was changing, not just bulking up, but tightening too. For his whole life up to this point, his belly had been skinny, fat, and utterly lacking in feature. Now as he watched and he felt, abdominals he had never seen before stood proud, stretching his fur even tighter.

And even before his upper body had finished changing, he felt his hips and his legs tighten as well. Ari paused at this point. Going without a shirt was one thing - Ari had gone swimming often enough. But to go bottomless... However the decision was made for him, as a sudden surge of growth in his thighs and calves caused his trousers to shred, along the stitching and elsewhere, the fabric unable to contain so much sudden hyena.

His shoes also grew tight, and he stood on the backs to pull them off quick. His animal-like digitigrade stance sank into something more solid and planted, and his feet, like his hands, began to expand, growing in length and breadth, toes splaying out to accommodate his new bulk. Reptilian scales grew across his heavy feet; while on his shins, and on the upside of his feet and toes, plates began to harden. His toes now finished in wicked sharp-looking claws. However the soles of his feet remained soft, tactile, smooth and comfortable on the soft ground. He did however still felt a little uneasy on his feet, until there was a tug at the base of his spine, and his short brushy tail began to elongate, giving him more balance. At the same time, the tail thickened and shed its fur.

Ari was growing thicker elsewhere too. He felt a stirring in his sheath. That always felt good, but especially so right then. He stared down at his crotch. Although the fabric _mostly_covered his modesty, there was still plenty of him on display. Before long, Ari could see the outline of his sheath in the tight remains of his trousers. At the same time, a heavy and pleasurable weight dragged down, and two more imprints, orb-shaped this time, strained at his clothing.

The changes seemed to be slowing, everything settling into its new position. Ari breathed in deep, tensing the different muscles in his body, getting used to how they moved. He took a step, and another, and another. Good. He still had full control over his body.

At that moment, a faint scent caught Ari's nose. He raised his muzzle to the air, taking it in, finishing up with a flick of the tongue - a tongue which felt longer, thinner, quicker. It was close by, and familiar. Sweat, protein shake, body spray. The scent of a dragon.

Ari looked at his paws. He looked over the sheer muscle adorning his frame. And he broke into a sabre-toothed grin. No, he didn't need help. To get anything done, he had to do it himself. And now, he was more than capable.

Just what _would_that dragon make of him now?

*

Juan checked his reflection in the mirror once more. He bore his teeth, checking each one in turn. White, sharp, and perfectly straight. Yeah, he looked good.

At his front door, he pulled on his heavy leather boots, each one polished to a shine. He grabbed his jacket, checking that his phone and keys were in the pockets. By the door was a crate of beer cans, his contribution to the drinks table at tonight's party. He grabbed the crate, opened his front door, and stepped out into the night. He didn't have far to walk, just five or ten minutes through the suburbs. There was no point driving, at least.

Juan's spiked tail was swaying in his wake, and he strolled down the street like he owned it. And why not? School was out, he was heading to a party, he had beer, friends, and maybe if things went his way, he'd be taking someone home tonight? Was worth a shot.

He turned off the twisting, snake-like suburban street, and down a passageway linking two roads. Someone was heading the other way, some dog-like guy he'd never seen before who looked a bodybuilder type. He was topless, and was only wearing some tattered shorts. Seriously, some guys. Well, if you've got it, may as well flaunt it. Juan held his beer tight and kept to the right, so the two of them could pass each other. But the other guy didn't move over. In fact, he was staring straight at the dragon. Leering at him. Teeth on show. This wasn't right.

"Thought I'd find you around here."

Juan kept walking, avoiding eye contact.

"I could smell you from a mile off, even with all that aftershave you're wearing."

Now the dragon gave a cocky smile. It was cocky and he knew it. That was the point.

"Hey buddy, I think you've got the wrong guy."

"Oh no, I know exactly who I'm looking for... Juan."

The dragon stopped dead. His smile vanished. A chill ran down his spine. "H... how do you know my name?"

"Oh take a wild guess..." That final word trailed off into a sibilant serpentine hiss. The animal barrelled right towards him, and he slammed Juan back into a wall, his two paws on Juan's chest. The dragon dropped his beer, which crashed to the ground.

"Dude! What the fuck?"

Up this close, with their muzzles right in each other's faces, Juan could see that the grinning animal wasn't a dog, but a hyena. Or rather, a hyena with a lot of snake in his jeans. He was a good few inches taller than Juan, with scaled paws, a cobra-like hood, and a fair bit more muscle. And that voice... underneath the hiss, despite the depth, there was something familiar about it.

"Question for you, retard. How hard d'you think I can bite now?"

"... Ari?"

The bite was quick, straight to the softer under-scales on Juan's neck. The dragon cried out, instinct kicking in, and he pushed the hyena away and ran. He had a horrible feeling that the hyena was chasing him, even before he glanced over his shoulder to see the animal, built like a tank and closing in like a missile. His heart leapt, and he ran even faster. Not to the party, not back home, just away, far away and as fast as he could from that snake-man. Everything that evening was quiet except for his heavy breath and footsteps. Thank goodness he'd kept up his cardio.

While Juan ran, he dabbed a paw to his neck - at least it wasn't bleeding. A tiny rational part of his mind told him he should probably head for the hospital, get a tetanus shot or whatever. At least in a big, anonymous, sterile hospital, he could hide from the hyena. And hospitals had security guards, didn't they? They'd keep the yeen out, right?

The streets were deserted that night. There weren't even any cars on the road. Of course. Everyone was safely tucked away in their identical suburban houses with their identical suburban gardens, and he couldn't exactly hide with them. What if the hyena tracked him down? What would the residents say? Would they even open the door to a stranger? So many furs, all so close, whom he'd never met, and likely never would.

And so the dragon raced through the suburb, before taking a sharp turn and entering the park. Thank goodness it was still open - that would've been a long run otherwise. Juan had just made it through the gates when his ankle twisted, and he tumbled off the path and down a wooded slope, coming to rest on the soft earth amid some fallen leaves. The dragon's heart was racing, faster than a treadmill run at full speed, and he winced at the sharp pain in his ankle_._ He stared to the sky, gritting teeth and clenching paws and trembling at the dull pain spreading up his leg. Then he felt a crackle, all across his scaly skin, and underneath his clothes, his reptilian skin began to shed. This in itself wasn't unusual for a dragon. But for a moult to begin so suddenly... Quickly, he glanced around himself, checking that nobody was in view. Then the wingless dragon slipped off all of his clothes, shirt and trousers and even underwear, before standing still, ready for that familiar crack and split of his skin.

However, something was wrong.

Underneath his skin, instead of a layer of sleek new scales, he could see... fuzz. His eyes went wide, and he brushed his arms, peeling off the old scales to reveal more of that soft fur. He ran a trembling hand across his arm. His skin was soft, and covered in a layer of fine white hairs. Almost... like a mammal.

All of a sudden, Juan felt hot. He felt feverish in fact. Hot flushes washed over him, rising and fading slowly before spiking suddenly once more. He shivered from the heat and the cold, his reptilian body unable to regulate the sudden changes of temperature. His head ached and his blood boiled. How did mammals survive being hot all the time?

Suddenly a cramp shot across his chest. He clutched at himself, his whole upper body locking tight. And as he rested his paws on his firm pectorals, the muscle began to shrink.

What the hell?

It wasn't just his muscles either. The tightness, the constriction, ran deeper. It went through to his bones, which crunched inwards on themselves in a nauseating way. And it gripped his heart, tight as a vice. He tried to breathe in, but just couldn't take in as much air as before. He gulped as much air as he could, and held his breath, holding onto that precious oxygen. But eventually he had to exhale, and as soon as he did, his lungs collapsed further, just a little bit more. He breathed sharp and shallow, panicking, hyperventilating, and this set the adrenaline pumping even faster through his blood, accelerating the change in a vicious coil. Each of his rapid breaths was becoming shallower and shallower. And by now, it wasn't just his upper body that was changing. His core muscles went rigid, before they retreated as well, crushing the stomach and gut underneath. Juan stared down at his own changing body, fascinated and horrified. He was shrinking, slowly crunching inwards. All of that work, all of the months of gains and progress in the gym, disappeared before his very eyes.

At this point, his neck began to itch, all around the bite mark. He wanted to scratch it. He really did. Just get a moment of relief, just a tiny single moment. But would that make it worse? Was this the venom taking hold? Nausea made his stomach roil, just at the thought that he'd been poisoned. Then the itch surged, and Juan had to give in and scratch it. Yet instead of the fine white hairs elsewhere on his scale-less body, the fur here was thicker, warmer... and it was sprouting. In a slow steady spread, the white hairs grew thicker and longer before his eyes, some of them turning pale and tawny in places. And soon, Juan's chest and shoulders were covered in fuzz. In the twilight, he saw that the fur was mostly light caramel in colour, fading to white at the centre of his chest, while his shoulders and now his upper arms looked to have a pattern of golden stripes. The spread continued further, over his shrinking muscles. He tried to tense them, as though that would stop then disappearing. Yet they disappeared all the same. He held one bicep in his paw, and he felt it atrophy underneath his palm. Even worse, he felt his spine contract, the world and the trees growing before his eyes. At least he was still toned, for what little that counted. A small mercy.

An invisible pressure built at the front of his face. Then his muzzle began to crunch, bone and cartilage shrinking and cracking. He dared not touch his face, for fear of what he might find - or not find.

The crunch of leaves under heavy paws brought Juan back to the here and now. Ari - if that even was Ari - wasn't making any attempt to conceal his approach.

Juan's golden eyes snapped to the side, and he spotted the hyena, skulking towards him, with a huge grin on that muzzle of his. Not that he could miss an animal that size.

"G... get away from me!" Juan yowled before clutching his throat. His voice was scratchy, strained, and far higher than before. His very throat felt smaller, tighter to the touch. His own changes were enough to take in. Never mind this musclebound hyena-hybrid which, apparently, was Ari. Now the brute was looming over him. The smile, that confidence... all of it made Juan's newly-grown fur bristle.

The hyena scoffed.

"Funny. I've been saying that to you ever since middle school. But, the tables have turned. I would ask who's the pussy now, but, you know..."

"Look man, whatever's going on, whatever I said before, I'm sorry."

"Oh there's no use apologising to me. I'm just going to enjoy this moment."

Juan backed away, but his hind feet were rapidly contracting, and he lost his balance. He tripped and fell, and watched in horror as his once-massive feet shrank away. The dragon had always been proud of his big feet, whether that was because stores rarely stocked his size, or because of the power he could drive through them, be that on the football field, or stamping on some nerd's face. Now however, his feet were becoming paws: gentler, fur-covered, with soft pads underneath. He flexed his toes, as a test, and the claws on his feet retracted. He started to whimper.

"And you probably want to keep quiet. Someone might hear us..."

Juan tried to squirm away further, but Ari stood on Juan's long furry tail, not hard, just enough to stop him and hold him still.

"No no, stay down there. I know what's caught your eye. I saw you looking at them. At least your tastes are the same."

Juan tilted his head.

"Oh don't pretend. You know what I mean. I've seen you in the locker room, watching guys walk barefoot to the showers, before you take a sniff of their sneakers. Heh, you thought you were subtle? You don't do subtle. In fact, why don't you get a closer look?"

Juan held his breath. He stared up at the hyena, who stood with arms crossed and a smirk on his face. The hyena lifted one bare paw, and pressed it to Juan's face. Soon, the paw was smothering him. His new, flat muzzle was far easier to cover than a pointed dragon snout. Gently as he could, Ari rolled his paw, applying a little pressure through the pads.

Juan was flat on his back. He had no choice but to take it all in, scent included. New whiskers bristled against those paw-pads, and he breathed in the scent of a bigger, better animal.

"Now, lick."

Juan knew not to resist. He held both sides of Ari's paw, his slender-clawed hands looking tiny in comparison. He held it in suspension for a while, admiring the gentle twitch of each toe, each claw, each pad, yet fully aware of the force that such a large animal could bring to bear, should he so choose...

"Look at that. Does exactly what you tell him to..."

With a mewl, Juan ran his tongue over the hyena's paw. There was more friction than before, thanks to the new roughness of his tongue, but the sound of that subtle scrape brought a twitch to his ears and his cock. Diligently, he cleaned the bigger animal's paw, all over the soles of the hyena's foot and in-between those big paw-pads. There was no escaping the scent nor - oh gods - the taste! The male musk covered his face, danced on his tongue, filled his nose and his senses... and the next time he squirmed, he did nothing to disguise it.

That paw dragged the length of his newly-furred body. It felt wonderful over his creamy-white under-fur, each strand of his mammal pelt a spark-point of pleasure, his back flexing and arcing into the touch. There was a twitch in his crotch, and it only multiplied when Ari's paw came to rest there. He was already hard, or at least his maleness felt hard in its confines. It felt good regardless, but something felt different. Yet amongst all the other changes, Juan couldn't tell what. He ground upwards into Ari's paw, as an experiment. His slit felt tighter, and his balls... yipe! That wasn't normal at all! So that was how balls in a scrotum felt. It was... weird, and not painful, the hyena above was being gentle about it. Overall it felt... nice, more sensitive, now he only had a thin layer of fuzz for cover.

"You know..." Ari growled, "you're a pretty good-looking guy."

Juan hissed. "Fuck off, fag."

Ari laughed, a hearty hyena-laugh. "Says the guy who's hard as a rock underneath me. Oh, and Juan? I know you like men. Oh sure, you cover it up with all that macho 'going to the gym' shit. But all the times you've wrestled me, pinned me to the ground... you know I do feel the boners you pop."

"That... that happens to all guys!"

"Sure does. But they don't grind their hard-ons on another guy's ass-crack."

It was filthy talk, and Juan loved it. Now, he was slipping from his confines, and there was a friction between his cock and that paw-pad... much like his barbed tongue.

"And that just proves it. At the very least, you're curious. So let's satisfy that curiosity. Trust me, it won't kill ya."

The hyena-hybrid hooked a couple of claws through the tatters of his pants, and tore them away. They were hardly hiding anything, anyway. The animal growled, as he fondled that hefty package of his.

"Damn.... I'm big."

"You are not putting that in me."

"You're thinking about it though, aren't you?"

Pause.

"Knew it."

Ari took hold of himself, meaty hyena-cock in his strong paws. And with a heavy grunt, he began to stroke his erection. And the fur on the ground, despite his protests, couldn't help but stare at the animal above him. The fucker was bigger than him, even when he was a dragon. He was still staring when the hyena began to stroke. The hyena uttered a deep rumble as he worked his erection. Juan couldn't take his eyes away. The hyena stroked faster, harder, arms and chest growing tense until he growled in pleasure, and drenched the animal underneath with ropes of animal cum.

Juan was speechless. He twitched under Ari's paw, which couldn't have gone unnoticed. Not judging by the widening of that toothy smirk, even as Ari caught his breath after his orgasm. Nor judging by that rather deliberate press onto the feline's erection. This earned a murr, and no matter what else was different, he was still male, and that still felt damn good. He bit his lip, with sharp little teeth, and with his eyes half-closed, he rubbed upwards into the hyena-hybrid's paw. With such a broad, powerful yet dextrous paw teasing him, he was never going to last long, and he barely had time to stifle a yowl before his back went rigid, and he bucked, sharp and upwards into the sole of that teasing caressing foot, his new barbed little cock twitching hard and spraying animal cum over the hyena's paw. With his workout that day, and his plans for later that night, he had plenty to spill. Still that paw continued to stroke, the stimulation making the prone animal shudder, and purr, while his furred balls spilled every drop of semen he had.

The tabby cat simply lay there, covered in both of their cum-loads, taking in both sets of deep masculine musk. Ari backed off a while later, cock still dripping with cum.

"Now, I hear there's a party tonight.."

But Juan leapt to his paws with feline grace, stopping the hyena in his tracks, and slipping his paw to the animal's crotch.

"Oh no, we're not finished yet."

Ari smirked, and his cock twitched.