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Teryx, clad in a white business button-up and black pants, stepped into the little office at the end of floor twenty-four's corridor. The door was already open, but he knocked twice on the wall inside the door and to the left, on principle of getting the occupant's attention.

The moon-pale white fox looked up from his work. "Yessir?" he chirped. He had a high, squirrelly sort of voice.

Teryx unfurled a rolled-up piece of glossy paper that he had been cradling under his right arm. It was a review copy of his latest advertising spot: Teryx tastefully nude, curled amidst the petals of a tea rose, with a bottle of his personally branded perfume at the bottom center.

The text of the advert read "Teryx" in a black cursive script font, followed below by a message in a golden, blocky, all-caps serif. The message ran thusly:

TERYX, A NEW FAGRANCE FOR DRAGONS.

The fox looked down at the advert poster, then glanced back up at Teryx. The left side of the dragon's smile curled upward into a humored -- yet still somewhat aggressive -- grin.

"You'll want to fix that," Teryx said in a low, dark tone. A blue, clawed finger pointed toward the hilariously misspelled word.

The fox looked back up at him and gave him one of those classic, "playing dumb" looks. His ears sagged dramatically.

"I didn't make that artwork," apologized the fox, a little too simperingly. "I'm sorry if you don't like it!"

Teryx's eyes narrowed. "You know what I'm talking about."

"No! I cannot imagine!" insisted the fox.

Teryx shook his head, remaining as patient as possible. "Pei, we came through university together. I know your eyes never saw a misspelled word that you didn't immediately want to fix." He had begun to lean a little too angrily over the fox's desk, so he caught himself and stood tall again. "It's a cute joke, but you have to fix it. I'm a little surprised nobody else confronted you yet as it is."

"Oh? But, what's wrong with it?"

Teryx rolled his eyes and looked away. "'Fagrance' is not exactly an endearing choice of word, Pei."

The fox nod-nodded. "Oh, yes, of course. Silly me. I will correct that immediately and send a new copy before I leave for lunch."

"Great, thanks," said Teryx quickly, before ambling out of the room.

The fox watched the dragon's fine backside, flowing mane, and long tail leave the room -- and with it, the scent of that same perfume.

A snort of unrestrained envy puffed from Pei's nostrils after the scent flowed through them. He stood from his desk and went to shut his door. He shut it with icily precise silence, not even letting the latch make a sound.

* * *

For the next few hours, hijinks ensued. Teryx kept receiving emails from Pei with "updated" review drafts of the poster and its advertisement copy. Each new iteration was an exercise in frustration for the dragon.

The first was nothing like the original phrasing at all, with the copy being replaced instead with, "Teryx: A Flower Up Your Nose." Teryx had casually replied that even though he is indeed a fragrant flower, returning the copy text to its original wording would be preferred, as the first wording was fine except for the misspelling of the word "fragrance."

The second edit came back with the text, "Dragons: A New Fragrance for Teryx," to which the rain dragon replied that "Teryx" and "Dragons" should have their positions reversed. Pei responded cryptically, "Story of my life!" and then went idle for ten minutes while making the next "correction."

Once the third edit came back with what was technically the correct copy -- but with the entire message written in the font of Zapf Dingbats -- Teryx instructed that Pei come visit his office after lunch, which would be concluding in fifteen minutes.

Teryx put his phone away and calmly finished his udon. Patience in all things, he reminded himself.

Though, it didn't change the fact that his instincts felt just about ready to skin the fox and use him for a coat.

* * *

Pei turned off his computer monitor after sending yet another reply indicating that he would be in Teryx's office promptly at the start of the next hour.

Teryx had all the fun. He was part owner of the business and a full-fledged advertising model. That he juggled both roles so seamlessly was downright irritating to the fox.

"Pei" the fox, who could be anything that he wanted, look like anyone he wanted... except that he was bound by certain laws of his people not to do that without a justified reason.

He had had it up to here with justification. Seeing the dragon get all of this attention over a perfume ad -- a perfume ad, of all things -- was simply the end of it.

Groaning as he accessed his powers, the fox stood at a lean over his desk and massaged at the base of his large tail, which had just grown hot and itchy. Within moments a second tail was emerging, fluffy tufts pushing out through the same hole in the back of his pants which accommodated the first. The tail expanded and thickened until it was visually the twin of the first. Then a third grew in right after. Then a fourth. Then a fifth.

Bizarrely, reality itself seemed to warp around the growth as it progressed, adjusting the fit of the pants so that they seemed to have been tailor-made to hold exactly however many tails the fox currently had. They blossomed like a bouquet behind him, at last stopping once a sixth tail had grown in fully.

Six tails. "Only" six tails. His level of power was ancient and strong, but not nearly ancient or strong enough. The elders had told him to play at living another mortal life. To go take some humble job that would give him perspective.

Fuck them, the agitated fox thought. Fully accessing his powers again felt so good, like a drink of cold water after years of wandering in a desert subsisting on whatever he could find.

He didn't care anymore what they thought. He just wanted a life where he could be the most special and important one for a change. Was that so much to ask? With their powers, his people could easily rule over these other twerps who ran their world anyway! It was so senseless and foolish that they had languished on the sidelines for so many centuries!

He shook his head. What the other foxes thought didn't matter. This was entirely about, and for, himself. Failing to recognize the selfishness of his own actions would just make his magic weaker. Keen awareness of the difference between perception and reality was essential to making his powers achieve their desired effects.

He didn't know whether they would even still work anymore after he did what he now planned to do. He would have to get this spell exactly right, and be content with the consequences, because he could easily be dealing with them for a century or longer.

As for the choice of his new life, Teryx was as good a victim as any. Just thinking about him made Pei feel the most awkward mix of erotic attraction and the desire to have what he had.

The fox opened the seldom-used lower right drawer of his farthest filing cabinet, and from it pulled out a traditional calligraphy set with inks in various colors. Then he pulled out a gingerly curled, art-only copy of the poster with no text on it, and lay it flat on the surface of his desk to flattening it fully again. He then placed both hands upon it, his tails glowing with an otherworldly light as he did so.

A strange power infused the parchment. To the fox's senses, it hummed with his long-kept-back magical potency, but to a casual observer it would seem entirely normal. Along with it he poured years of unresolved anger and stress, tainting that power and stirring it up until it could only possibly carry the intent of a curse.

His whiskers twitched as he growled low to himself in his exertion. All of this weight being cast forth from his mind... he had been craving this for years and years.

Soon, it would be time for a little penmanship.

* * *

There were no security cameras nor internal windows in Teryx's office. He had one of the few truly private chambers in the company's workspace -- a measure upon which he had insisted as part of his terms for joining with his partners to create the business in the first place.

That he occasionally made use of this for lewd purposes was a silently running joke at all levels of the company. If anything, Teryx seemed to enjoy having the reputation. It was yet another perk of the rain dragon's life that the fox found disgustingly worthy of his desire.

"Nice to see you're wearing my perfume," said Teryx with a smile as the fox entered. "You put that on over lunch."

"Yessir," said the white fox -- with obvious, yet still somewhat restrained, annoyance.

Teryx was sitting in a surprisingly low, slumped posture at his desk, with his arms crossed so far in front of him that his snout and mane were resting across them in a manner reminiscent of how a larger feral dragon might eye a visitor to its lair.

"Pei, level with me here..." Teryx started, his head cocking to one side as he worked a little tension out of his shoulder.

"I'm done with my spat. You have my apologies," said the fox in a forced-sounding tone. His posture was bolt upright, and he was nearly squishing the full-sized, textless ad poster that he had for some reason carried up with him.

"Pei." The voice was supremely calm, especially for Teryx.

"What is it, sir?"

"I know you envy me, Pei. I want you to know that I couldn't care less." Surprisingly for Teryx, it was not a sassily delivered statement whatsoever. It was resigned and serious -- a "Please let's just get back to work now" type of tone.

"Hmph. Well, I do. I care. I care too much." The fox nodded.

Teryx sat upright and gestured in front of him. "Well, let's see it." He eyed the fox. "Since it looks like you went to the trouble of printing it out again."

Pei put the textless poster on Teryx's desk and unfurled it.

"Blank. Nice," said Teryx with a flat expression. He glanced into the fox's eyes again. "Also surrounded by an aura of magic. Just what do you think you plan on doing, hm?"

Pei stared. "Do you really want to know? You shouldn't ask questions if you don't want the answer."

Teryx's expression didn't budge. "I agree. Why don't you show me?"

The fox felt taken aback. A magically sensitive person. A dragon. Well, that wasn't so unbelievable, though it was a bit surprising. He had never seen Teryx make visible use of magic of any kind. Nevertheless, if Teryx was challenging him, a fox many hundreds of years old... arrogance, it must be. Just a flaw in the dragon's mind. A universally understood flaw of dragonkind.

Show him?

"So I shall," said the fox.

Teryx watched with amusement and increasing smugness as the fox pulled out the calligraphy set and wrote out the message in long, beautifully painted strokes. The style of his hand was impressive -- but it was also aided by magic. The entirely black paint took on whatever color was necessary in order to make the image identical to the poster as it would later be printed, and the cursive brush strokes shifted on the page to match the font.

The dragon still looked, for the most part, smug. He had seen weaker forms of kitsune magic before -- most of it could be boiled down to smoke and mirrors in his opinion -- but he had to give this one credit for looking like it was something reasonably strong. What wasn't entirely clear was what exactly the thing was going to do.

It wasn't until the letters took on an oddly watery, bluish glow that Teryx came to the realization that he was in over his head -- and that he was in for a surprise.

Much like the parchment, the rain dragon suddenly appeared to be sweating, his skin covering in a watery sheen that was quickly taking on a steamy and effervescent behavior. He looked down at his hands with some confusion -- confused mostly because of the realization that he didn't feel anything in this spell that he could pinpoint with his sense of magic and properly put up resistance towards. It was almost like some part of him was already in the...

...In the parchment. Right. Because the parchment was a poster in his likeness, and one in which he had invested quite a bit of himself.

Well played. He snorted a bit at the thought.

"Haha, and here I was thinking of skinning and wearing you," said Teryx. For someone whose body was about to break apart under the force of an overwhelming magic, he was still remarkably snarky.

"Shut up," stammered the fox. "Your life is mine!"

Teryx, who if anything had been more stressed out than happy with how things had been going in the business lately, made only a few dispassionate words in comment: "Heh... yeah, it sure is."

The fox did not look happy to hear this; meanwhile, a mysterious smirk spread across Teryx's face. The dragon's jaws parted -- and then his body vaporized into a swirl of elemental water, fire, and air -- enrapt within a guiding magical force. Only his clothes remained behind, flopping in a gently moistened state onto the chair and desk-edge at which he had been sitting.

Pei was visibly annoyed with how unsatisfying the dragon had made his sudden conquest, but he didn't have the time or focus available to put too much thought into processing that feeling. Instead, he focused all of his efforts on directing the dragon's disembodied energy into the poster, which seemed like a fitting prison for him since he loved the sight of himself so much.

The swirl of elements followed a path traced by the fox's hands and uplifted calligraphy brush, steadily flowing into the letters and making them emit unlikely quantities of water over the poster's surface. Despite this, none of it seemed to penetrate the gloss of the surface, resulting in the strange visual image of water droplets rolling off the edge of the poster and dripping onto the carpet. The fox liked to imagine that they were excess bits of Teryx's soul that wouldn't fit into the designated vessel, but he was aware that it was probably just ordinary water that had condensed and come along for the ride.

Chuckling to himself, the fox felt over the surface of the poster, dabbing his fingers in the water and feeling the way that the whole object heated up with the infused power -- and then slowly cooled back down.

He rubbed his moist fingertips together and glanced shifty-eyed around the room, considering what his success here meant. He could really do it. Before the elders figured out where this surge of their people's magic had come from -- before any intruder wandered into the office to ask Teryx some asinine question as they always did every so often each day...

The fox squinted. How did he know that? It occurred to him that he didn't -- shouldn't -- know that. Then he noticed that the watery aura along the surface of the poster had begun creeping from his fingertips up along his knuckles, swiftly washing over the entire fist and up his wrist... and from there, all the way up along his arm and onto his torso.

Grinning with a sudden sense of inspiration and destiny, he put down the calligraphy brush and instead placed both hands open-palmed onto the poster, at which point he felt the overflowing power running through him much more fully and smoothly.

"I was going to copy your shape, but if you're feeling so exuberant, perhaps you'll make my job even easier," the fox rationalized to himself as he endeavored to take hold of the power and bend it to his will. That Teryx's essence was "resisting" him like this in any way at all seemed quite impressive -- but again, dragons would be dragons, and it wasn't like a dragon to go down without at least attempting to put up a fight. Teryx had simply chosen to put up his fight a good deal later than the fox had been expecting.

At least, that was Pei's assumption at first. The longer he tapped into the power flowing from the poster, however, the more the notion nagged at him that his first assumption had been wrong. Teryx wasn't fighting him... no, quite to the contrary, Teryx was helping him, if one could call it that. Teryx was recognizing his superior strength and power, fully giving in to allow himself to be repla--

"Wait a minute, you'd NEVER do that," the fox grunted in frustration as he struggled to get the infectious dragon energy more fully under his control.

Nevertheless, it was spreading over him like a plague of temptations. Every place that it touched his body, he started to look bluer. His fur shrank inward and merged into his skin, his shapeshifting powers activating in response to the large influx of information about his prey's soul. He grimaced as he felt his spindly, narrow arms toning up -- longer and sleeker nails growing from the fingertips. His shirt was already feeling tight too, as Teryx had been quite a bit larger of build than he was, not to mention about a foot and a half taller...

"Ghrr... just keep feeding it to me, that's a good dragon," the fox said, in an attempt to sound as menacing as he could while hiding how pleasant the sudden changes felt. To say that he failed at sounding menacing would've been a large understatement, as he mostly sounded like he was trying to seduce someone who was not actually present there in that ostensibly empty room.

As the moments passed, more and more of him fell into a dragonish shape. Even his many tails were not immune, the flowery arrangement of them pressing all together with a sudden abruptness before merging back down to one tail, which then flicked its way from being fluffy to being long and narrow and ending in a sunlight yellow tip.

The only places where he seemed to be getting furrier were the top of his head and down along his neck, where the pale white of his usual pelage had given way to the beautiful mane that was Teryx's aesthetic pride and joy. It felt so satisfying to run his fingers through it as it grew in. Again he felt himself reminding himself: I have taken this. This is mine. It belongs to me now.

It was so, so hard to admit that he now also belonged to it.

His eyes looked down with some alarm as he noticed how tight his shirt was becoming -- and how strained his pants! He then looked across the desk at the obvious solution, of course he could simply put those on... in a few minutes, once he was done admiring himself.

Rrrip... shripp!!

Buttons popped. Seams failed in their single reason for existing. More and more well-toned dragon stud revealed itself instead of the foxen fur that had been there before. Meanwhile, the "parchment" continued to sweat and to glow, although it was losing some of its intensity as the changes slowed toward their conclusion.

He could not look away. His pecs, his abs... his unmentionables which he now suddenly wanted to mention and show to whoever would look at them, so long as they matched his tastes well enough.

It was hitting him in waves. This crushingly infectious sense of self-admiration. This need to put himself out there, to be enjoyed simultaneously and bizarrely as both an object and an actor. It boggled his mind, flooding his thoughts and making his earlier envy seem simplistic by comparison. He got so hard so suddenly just from looking at himself and considering how thoroughly he had dominated and been dominated. It was as if he was looking at himself from both Pei's and Teryx's perspective all in one. Yet, there was no separation. Swiftly he was feeling as if he had always been this way. Like those clothes across the desk from him were his -- not loot from a victory, but mundanely something that belonged on his body anytime he was out in public, he supposed, as a concession to functioning in society.

Oh, g-gods... I'm Teryx... I'm so...

That was mostly Pei's thought in particular -- and only a fleeting one, one of the last purely Pei-like thoughts that would flow from the new Teryx's mind for quite some time to come. It was a shy thought, something which the fox did not usually like to disclose. Embarrassment at just how turned on he felt at seeing "himself" like this.

Then that embarrassment washed away, flowing off of him as easily as all of the water droplets had done from the poster. In its place was an unbridled and poorly controlled lust that the fox had not been at all prepared for.

He was here. He was in his office, alone, and he didn't have any appointments for some time. Somebody had just come in and surprised him... claimed him, forced him to exist differently. It was so exquisitely hot. Then there was that image of himself, that delightfully beautiful photo shoot, mixed with these wonderful feelings of everything being so new all over again. Looking at his body was like looking at it with fresh, yet no less admiring than usual, eyes.

If someone had asked him who he was right then, he simply would have said, "Teryx, obviously," and given them a little sneer before suggesting that they get back to work or bring him some good news. However, there was no one else around to ask that question. Only himself... and himself, to enjoy himself.

The notion of it looped chaotically in his head and drove his arousal through the roof. Not bothering to touch the clothes for now, he instead dropped with wild sexual abandon onto the desk, grinding his newly ribbed shaft along the surface of his own image in the poster.

I'm so beautiful... everybody needs me. I need me...

It kept recurring like a hypnotic spiral in his mind. Teryx led to more Teryx led to more Teryx, the importance magnifying continuously and pushing any competing thought away. This was the most important thing. This was what he had told the "scroll" that he desired, by weaving all of those envious thoughts into it.

He felt over himself with both hands. His gorgeous pecs. His beautiful mane. Dear heavens, the mane... it was like touching an encouraging ray of sunlight given form... the sunlight piercing the clouds after a long and torrential downpour...

He struggled to keep track of himself as the urges deepened. Almost like a puppet, he was thrusting and moaning as he utterly failed to subdue his self-directed draconic lust.

Pei -- back when Pei still existed as a fully separate being -- had not comprehended the degree to which he and his victim were in agreement about just how attractive Teryx was.

His precum streaked the poster; his hot shaft smudged the ink. Far from making the spell weaker, it lent a sex-act's worth of additional force to it, messily splurging more and more of the former fox's reserved magical strength with each motion and small emission he made.

He was finding it very hard to remember why he had embarked upon this path in the first place, despite attempting to do so because of a nagging thought that still lingered fadingly in the back of his mind. The all-encompassing joy of his accursed desire was far more important. From nose to tail, his body was Teryx, the very thought fueling the obsession. He could only thrust and touch and feel and tremble as he pushed himself up toward a climax, which was arriving with a haste matched only by how suddenly and mightily the transformation itself had proceeded.

"Nhnnh... hnn.. Hhh..."

Thick, milky, and hot it shot out of him, forming gooey threads over the surface of the spell-infused poster. The image of Teryx seemed for a moment to shimmer, and the fox heard the faintest of satisfied, smug chuckles in the back of his mind.

I sure hope you like it, the inner voice was saying. He was vaguely reminded of the classic proverb and/or curse, "May you have an interesting life!"

Panting, he looked down at himself again. His thoughts were all blurry, and he felt a sense that something had gone very wrong, but it was hard to tell exactly how. He had everything he wanted: the perfect body, a lovely and cushy job, and...

...And yes, he did have an awful lot of responsibilities which seemed like they might be nice to get away from from time to time, but he had no idea how he would be accomplishing that.

"Teryx" blinked twice as he gathered his breath, and then looked down with the slightest awkwardness at his still three-quarters-mast erection, which was just lying there on the poster and spreading bits of the seed around whenever one of his small aftershock throbs happened.

"Mmm, great to take a load off," he said to himself, though he couldn't quite recall why he had done so.

Though, there was one thing -- the poster seemed awfully active in a way he couldn't quite describe. Was it his imagination, or was his sense of magic detecting something there?

...No, it couldn't be. He wouldn't have applied a spell to something as frivolous as a poster. Not even while drunk, which he assumed he must've been sometime yesterday in order for him to be having this hiccup of memory in the first place.

After calmly but happily cleaning up, he put his clothes back on and sat back down at his desk, feeling a little out of sorts yet not at all suspicious that anything too strange had happened. He had a meeting to deal with later this afternoon, but it was certainly nice that he finally had the real, correct production copy of the poster to show off. What kind of jerk would give him so much trouble about that in the first place?

He paused for a moment, winking to himself, before giving his newly pants-covered groin a pat. His little draconic warrior down there would need to wait for tonight before it did anything further.

* * *

Several weeks passed with relatively little incident in Teryx's life. Occasionally he would still dream of odd things... some kind of past life as a fox, if that could be believed. He didn't really take much stock in reincarnation, however -- if he had ever been anything before, then surely it was just a spirit of pure, elemental water and rain.

Apparently their advertising copy writer had been fired, though. Or something like that. He could never quite remember what happened to the fellow when he heard about it, the news sort of glazing his mind over anytime someone tried to bring it up. He took the necessary steps and signed the necessary papers to finish out the employee-employer relationship, but he couldn't quite remember that he had even signed them. It was so unimportant that it simply didn't stick. That guy was easily forgotten.

Meanwhile, around the city, posters advertising the new Teryx perfume were going up. Everyone seemed to find them... strangely charming. Perhaps a little too charming, but Teryx simply felt that it was a well-deserved sense of attraction. That his original production copy -- which he had kept close to him as a memento of the launch for reasons he couldn't quite describe -- continued to feel strangely magical was almost a footnote in all of this. The most important thing was that people were buying the brand; it almost seemed as if every man in the city felt some degree of a temptation to make sure he smelled like Teryx too. Fresh and fragrant, with that lovely just-after-the-rain wholesomeness...

Inside the poster, the bulk of Teryx's soul was quite immobile, but the vacation was nice, and the endless attention and influence he was getting was more than he could've ever really asked to gain from such an aggressively started situation.

Still, he'd have to go back to his body sometime.

Well, maybe.

Maybe he would, if Pei didn't keep doing such a good job of mindlessly becoming him.

Teryx's soul pondered this as the weeks turned into months. It sucked a bit that he didn't have any physical apparatus for pleasuring himself in this state, but he already had found that he could remedy that by sending Pei self-adoring dreams that would linger in the former fox's mind until a climax was the only solution. Teryx's pent-up desires would pump their way into his substitute like blood into a shaft, and a refreshing echo of the pleasure would reach Teryx as those needs were satisfied, time after time. His body remained his ongoing concert of joy, and even though he wasn't the one on stage singing right now, his seat was close enough to the front to feel the music rumbling through him.

Not too bad. Definitely not too bad. So nice, in fact, that he might easily stay this way for centuries... or at least until the poster was destroyed. He didn't quite know what would happen at that point, but he supposed it would be another great adventure.

Serene as a cloud of rain, he focused his intentions on spreading more of his mischief into Pei's newly dragonized brain. Physically, "Teryx" stirred in his sleep -- touched himself, and groaned.

It was going to be another one of those nights. A hot and sweaty one... and he'd definitely be wanting to use some of his special perfume by the time it was all over.