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So I woke up absolutely sweltering. I'd gone to bed with just a single sheet, because it was the middle of summer and I couldn't really afford things like, you know, A/C, but I woke up fucking wrapped in a fur rug or some shit.

I've never been particularly alert when I wake up -- my friends could tell you stories -- and so the process of waking up was mostly a confused angry blur, staggering across the room like all my limbs were numb, with shades of my dream sticking with me until I found myself in the shower, dimly thinking I needed to rinse off the glue so the fur would come off. The slow realization that, no, actually, that was my fur, and now the whole apartment smelled like wet cat was, uh, a slow one.

Now I'm acutely aware of why cats don't like water. That shit soaks in, gets all up under your fur until you're itchy and miserable. I took a look at myself in the bathroom mirror: yeah, I'm a cat. A cat that looked remarkably like how I used to look. I wish I could say I handled it well or had a clever quip, but mostly I just stared at myself while poking and prodding at my face. I was a calico, apparently, with slate grey eyes, and that would've revealed some heretofore-unknown things about my genetic structure, except given how I had been turned into a cat I was kind of figuring genetics as a whole had been thrown out the window here.

It felt like I should be freaking out, but I just felt really... disconnected. Like all of this was a bad dream and I just hadn't woken up properly yet. My, uh, tail felt weird, in that I had a tail, and while the claws were neat I wasn't really used to the retracting part, so I kept popping them out whenever I bent my fingers, and not to put too fine a point on it but I was seriously unsure about what exactly was going on with my dick.

It was around this time I turned on the TV. The news was enlightening, in that, uh, it wasn't just me. There were news anchors with vaguely familiar names under them, in really ill-fitting clothes, talking about the ongoing situation. One of them was a... bear? A mass of brown-black fur practically stuffed into a suit, and then a rabbit sitting next to her looking ill-at-ease.

"This is some fucking magical realism bullshit," I mumbled as I brushed my teeth, staring at the TV. Which also felt weird. Fuck, I was hoping I wasn't an obligate carnivore now, that would suck.

I spent the next half-hour just kind of staring at the TV, sometimes flipping between channels. The ongoing situation of everyone turning into furries was apparently worldwide, and like, uh, that's all very well and good for you -- provisionally -- but this is some Rapture-level bullshit that's gonna end in, like, widespread starvation as all the people in parts of the planet with unstable food supplies who were unlucky enough to turn into huge crocodile-people or elephants or fucking dragons, what, why are some people dragons, whatever, starve to death. Maybe I'm just cynical about that, but holy shit.

Then again, seeing as everyone on the planet (and a few in orbit around it) had been turned into animal people maybe I was worrying about nothing, since, uh, clearly whoever did this had that ability. So why they turned everyone into animals instead of solving world hunger or war or whatever, kind of confusing.

Which was basically what all the news was: we're still animal people, we still have no clue why we're animal people, uh, we might have to overhaul everything we know about the universe, we'll keep you posted.

Eventually there was a knock on the door that was more like a crashing impact that ripped a crack through the entire vertical length of the door, followed by a booming "Fuck," followed again by a "Sorry." I answered the door.

I, uh. Looked up, and up, and yeahhhh that was a dragon. More specifically, that was the guy in the apartment next to mine, the guy I privately thought of as "that ridiculously hot guy in the apartment next to mine". Even though he looked totally different -- you know, horns, scales, claws, huge tail, roughly ten feet tall and probably heavy enough we should be worrying about the building's load distribution -- he still had kind of the same body type. That being, uh, hot. Which was kind of weird, like, okay, he was kind of a muscled hipster-punk and had these thick-rimmed glasses and dreads and forearms like a fucking gorilla, all muscled and hairy, and it was super hot when I saw him, once, at his job at the grocery store kneeling down just pulling cans from a box, the slow flex of his muscles, but then I felt like a super-creepy stalker so I, uh, stopped staring at him.

The point is in a world where people are turning into animals, why a dragon, like, what. Why am I a cat; it's really kind of arbitrary. His horns were doing a pretty good impression of his dreads, chunky and flat-tipped, and fucking hairstyle-based transformation seemed just as reasonable as anything else.

Anyway his forearms ware still huge and muscled only now instead of hair he's got, like, purple-orange feather-quills or something, in weird hairy patches where he used to have body hair. "Heyyyyyyy," I said, strangled, because he's not wearing anything aside from a beach towel tied skimpy and tight around his waist, tail pushing out the back so that it basically just covered the front of his crotch and nothing else, and it was that moment that I realized I was naked. Look, in my defense, it felt like I was walking around in a fur jumpsuit. "Uh, hold on," I said, and fucking scampered over to my dresser -- it's a one-room apartment, look, I'm poor -- to pull on some fucking underwear at least. They, uh, fit weird. The tail, for one, but also, like, between the fur and the, uh,sheath they were kind of bulging out and it was, if anything, even more indecent than just going around naked.

I was fucking beet red for the maybe ten seconds it took, and god, even under his shiny iridescent black scales I could see he was flushing a little too. It was super.

"I broke my TV," he said, and so long story short I ushered him in and we ended up sitting on my bed watching the news. He took up basically the entire bed.

"This blows," I said, eventually. "Like, I guess I'm a cat now? And also my faith in the universe making sense or even having rules is completely fucking shattered. I totally should've been at work hours ago but fuck it, the world has gone completely upside-down, who even knows what'll happen tomorrow."

He hummed in agreement, which given that he was like the size of a small car actually turned out to be this glass-rattling vibration. "Could be worse."

"Yeah, we could've turned into someone else's weird fetish object. Oh god, like permanent delization, that would honestly be horrific."

"What? Fetish object?" Oh right.

"Uh, there are these people called furries--" I started, except no, I really didn't want to go there. "Look, long story short there are totally people who woke up today and immediately started fucking with their weird animal genitals."

He made, uh, some kind of expression. His brow ridges moved. I just at this moment realized I had no, like, facial recognition going on here; like obviously he had a face (albeit weird and dragonlike) but I had no fucking clue what any of those weird moving parts conveyed about his mood. Anyway, he kind of... looked over at me. "I could be convinced," he said eventually, which, what.

"What?" I said.

"Not like everyone's gonna go celebate just 'cause they got a weird dragon dick."

I didn't think about his weird dragon dick. I didn't. "Yeah," I said, even more choked and strangled. What the fuck would a dragon dick even look like; it wasn't like there was fucking historical precident. Seriously, why dragons.

He shifted on the bed, and I looked over to see his beach towel was kind of gaping open, and I could see up the sharp curve of his hip. His outer thighs were fuzzy with his feather-quills, but his inner thighs were just smooth scales, kind of purple, translucent on the edges, all fine and delicate as they trailed up and up along the heavy muscle of his thigh, and like a fucking hammer blow it hit me that one of the hottest guys I'd ever seen was sitting next to me on my bed, wearing nothing but a beach towel.

I looked up -- christ, his abs were still ridiculously defined, all clinging purple-black scales and smooth rippling muscle -- to see he was looking down at me, mouth quirked in what was unmistakably a smirk. "Uh," I started.

"We could try it out," he said, completely cutting me off. Also, what.

"What?" It wasn't that I didn't understand him, just...

He leaned over me, scales sliding over my fur, and he was like radiating heat. He trailed one of his hands up my thigh, his huge fucking claws combing through my fur in a way that, admittedly, felt pretty good. "Holy shit." My voice squeaked. I had to admit, I was not really enjoying how prone to cracking my voice was. Fuck, there was probably something there about how I could yowl. I could probably yowl. If that guy's hand was getting any higher I was definitely gonna end up yowling, holy shit.

"Wait, wait," I said, a horrible thought striking me. "Are you like, even gay? Did this turn you gay? That could be a thing that happened."

He laughed, deep and rolling and ending with him blowing a plume of smoke out his nose. "Always thought you were kind of cute and twinky."

You hit him in the side, which, ow, they're not fucking kidding about dragonscale. "Everyone's twinky compared to you now." He slid his claw higher, up under my boxer-briefs and then ripped them off and yeah holy shit my weird cat dick definitely still worked. "Also we could've been having so much sex, holy shit, fuck, I totally wanted to see you naked as a fucking human."

"I know," he said, basically pinning me down on the bed, all pretense of watching the news forgotten. "You're pretty obvious."

The sensation of my cock sliding out of its sheath was... weird. Also it also looked weird. I wasn't exactly an expert in cat dicks here. Like, it was short and conical and spiky all over. Kind of a downgrade, I thought, except then he drew his palm backwards, scraping over all the barbs, and holy shit, I fucking yowled, eyes rolling back in my head, hips wildly jerking up, the whole nine yards. I, uh, also came all over the place, which was a little embarrassing. God, this was like losing my virginity all over again, completely unsure of what my body liked or how to make it feel good.

"Jesus Christ," I managed to say, eventually, sprawled out limp and boneless under him. My jizz was dripping off his scales, because wow I'd shot like all up his stomach.

And his fucking beach towel had fallen off, and his cock --

Okay, and his cocks were out, and kind of nightmarish. "Holy shit, you definitely drew the lucky card in the freakish animal cocks deck here," I said, pushing him over so I could take a closer look.

I ended up straddling his thighs, which isn't actually the most comfortable position when the dude you're straddling is close to twice your size. But his cocks were just... well, most obviously, prehensile, writhing around each other and dripping fucking dragon jizz all over. They were orange-purple, all vivid internal flesh, the same as the inside of his mouth or the delicate skin beneath his claws. He had a sheath or a slit or something, currently inverted, the flat base bulging out in a smooth swell where the two shafts connected.

They were also huge, like, not just proportional to his body but way bigger, spanning up his stomach. Like they were literally the size of baseball bats or something, it was ridiculous. Though they weren't smooth; his cockheads were huge spade shapes, blocky and thick-ridged, with these fat beads bulging under the rim and down the sides, and there were fucking spines on his cockhead and ridges and all sorts of weird-ass ridges and bumps.

He also had... balls? "Why do you have balls," I said, already reaching out to touch them. They were also huge, drawn tight below his slip, and there were four of them, and this whole thing was completely fucking absurd. "You're a... reptile? Maybe? Warm-blooded, I guess, but..."

"Holy shit, put your fucking mouth to better use," he said.

"Yeah, okay," I said, and I did. It tasted weird as fuck, acrid and meaty, his pre spurting out across my face and webbing in my fur, and fuck that was gonna be a bitch to clean out. He huffed, chest heaving as I licked down his shafts, his pre just absolutely matting my fur down. "Um," I said, drawing back, watching smoke drizzle from his open mouth, "please warn me if you're gonna end up breathing fire all over in some kind of climactic release."

"Sure," he said, and hearing the low drag of his voice, rough and uneven, was really fucking nice. I pumped up and down his dicks, using both hands -- which honestly felt weird, like, the symmetry of it was actually kind of disorienting -- and he writhed hard enough his tail smashed into the wall and left a fucking crater. You already weren't expecting the deposit back, so whatever. I kept pumping, mouth spread as wide as I could over his right cockhead, bursts of precome fucking stinging as they lanced out across my face, burbling into my mouth. It was a fucking mess, my fur all waterlogged and heavy, but fuck if I wasn't already hard again, stubby little cock grinding against his taint as I lapped all around his cockhead.

His cockhead started, like, flaring out, the huge spines surrounding the head slowly spreading, and I grabbed it, vaguely thinking resistance would be good, but his fucking cock muscles were more powerful than my grip, andit just pushed harder and harder until his cockhead was almost flat, spines radiating out like some kind of medieval torture device. Yeah, I was definitely gonna think a while before bringing up trying to fit that in my ass. Or, fuck, penetrative sex was gonna be kind of a challenge at all, not just because of the size difference but because dragon condoms. If civilization didn't destroy itself how long would it be before dragon condoms became a thing.

Anyway, he came all over.

Or rather, he let out this fucking building-ratting roar and his cock just_erupted_, weird-ass white-purple dragon jizz spraying from the one cock, and after a few seconds of pumping his other cock it erupted too, spraying in huge fucking ropes, hard enough to hit the ceiling with wet splats and thick enough to cling there, backsplash raining down, the wet spray of jizz between pumps spurting all across his chest. All the while he was roaring and hunching up, hips snapping up, and he had enough strength in his ridiculous fucking dragon muscles to effortlessly carry me with it, jolting and bouncing over his thighs as he made a huge fucking mess of the apartment.

By the time he was spent the place was a mess. Jizz was dripping in stringy strands from the ceiling, absolutely saturating the bed, in pools and slowly pouring in a solid sheet off the edge onto the floor. I was a fucking mess, at the fucking epicenter, face coated, ears reflexively twitching to try and cast off some of the heavy clots dripping down.

He just went limp, eyes kind of unfocused.

"You're helping clean this fucking mess up," I told him, grimacing at the stretchy lines that webbed basically all over my front as I dismounted him. "And next time we're doing this in the fucking shower."

"Yeah," he said, dimly, still staring at the ceiling. "Yeah, I could get used to this."

"Yeah," I said, with an eyeroll. "Me too."