This is a short work of erotic fiction containing furry, or anthropomorphic, characters, which are animals that either demonstrate human intelligence or walk on two legs, for the purposes of these tales. It is a thriving and growing fandom in which creators are prevalent in art and writing especially.
All work is fiction intended for fantasy only, regardless of content, and consent must always be acquired when engaging in any sex act with another adult.
Please note that all characters are clearly over eighteen and written as such in all stories.
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Jason... Well... His life was pretty normal. In a good way, to be fair, as nothing bad really happened and he went through the motions in his studies, in his work. There was nothing dramatic, he was on reasonable terms with his parents, he was considered gifted when it came to his university studies...
Well. There was one bad thing. Or the rougher edges to his struggle to get ahead in life, to make the step between simply being a gifted student, good academically, and making it out there in the real world. The fact that his girlfriend had broken up with him too, citing that she wanted to experience new things (what the hell did that even mean?) didn't help matters either way.
Sitting up from his computer chair, Jason shook his head. It was no good brooding about it and, frankly, it was not as if he was getting any studying done at the computer screen, nor any applications for the prestigious internships that he had been hoping to find the right fit in.
It was night, but that helped a little, others mostly inside, the streets quiet. Although he lived in a large town, it could not have been called a city, no matter how busy it had gotten, something of an industrial area. That was why he'd been looking at moving somewhere with better opportunities for him, though one thing that Jason was exceptionally grateful for was the fact that he could access a plethora of courses and learning materials through the internet. Despite not living in the best of areas, he had been able to progress and study.
He sighed, shaking his head, pausing at a little park with street lamps set along the path, though not all of them were illuminated, the ground wet under his shoes. It must have rained recently, although he tended to hunker down inside whenever the weather was inclement. He just wasn't the kind of guy that liked being reminded of the weather, or many things that weren't manmade. Or maybe it was just the whole "getting wet" thing...
And yet...Jason's fate had always been out of his hands. Sometimes that was just the way that life worked, one day after the other, a person just needed to go through the motions to get to where they needed to go. His head tipped back and he blinked. Was that a shooting star?
But, wait... No! No, it was many shooting stars, bright lights flashing, filling the night sky! He gasped, fumbling for his phone, but his body didn't seem to be able to obey his commands smoothly anymore, awkwardly grasping -- but the show above him, lights and flickering, dancing folds of galaxies, went on whether or not he was ready for it.
"Oh!"
It was enough to take his mind away from all that had been happening, swirls of blue and pink and green cast through the sky as if something was playing out on the largest movie screen in the world. Galaxy upon galaxy swirled and turned across the night sky, lit up with so many stars that it no longer seemed as if he was in the town at all, although the park was still around him, his heart pounding, breath catching.
It was a life-changing event, one that Jason sorely wished that he could document. And yet it was not for him to record, not even when he was the only one that could see it, the world around him falling away. No longer could he see the park as the trees and the benches disappeared, leaving him standing there, completely adrift in a sea of galaxies, as if he was floating in space.
"Wait... What? What's happening?"
Panic pulled at him, even as warmth swelled through his body, closing gently around his heart. Air rushed around him as if he was caught in a wind tunnel, roaring, blaring, faster and faster, swirling around him as he shouted -- yet there was no one in the world he was going to that could help him.
And then unconsciousness pulled over him like a shroud, a smile on his lips as his body became the one that fate determined for him.
A new body for a new world... That was quite fitting.
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Jason started awake, gasping as air left his mouth, rather than through his nostrils.
"Oof! What the hell?"
Where was he? Where was the park? He shook his head, groaning, trying to push himself up, though the ground under him moved and shifted, rattling as if he had started a cascade. The rattling softened quickly, returning the place to stillness, and Jason blinked, clearly the fuzziness from his vision. It seemed to take longer to ease than before, however... That was strange.
Yet what was stranger was the room that he was in, a big cave of some kind, like what he might have seen in a fantasy adventure movie or even a game, the ceiling high and seemingly layered with semi-precious stones. The colours glinted down, casting fractured, coloured light onto the massive mound of gold coins and untold treasures that he was sprawled across, though Jason couldn't think of a single reason at all that he was to be found there.
Had someone played a trick on him? Or was he dreaming? Yes, that had to be it... He had to be dreaming.
"It's... Wait... What?"
He couldn't even get out a full sentence as he scrambled backwards, lying sprawled on his back as he propped his torso up, though it didn't look like his chest anymore. Not with a huge pair of breasts there! His jaw fell slack and he sat up fully, legs bent, though his mind couldn't grasp what had happened to him, trying to go through the catalogue of changes as his heart hammered and his blood roared, pounding against his eardrums.
For it was no longer his body that he was looking down at, blinking rapidly, straining to understand. Scales greeted his eyes as he stared down the golden rise of his huge breasts -- he didn't even know that real people could have breasts that big! They were even tipped with nipples, fat and a little raised in a way that made him want to suck on them -- if they had been on a lady's body, that was! It wasn't a thought that was appropriate in the moment as he breathed heavily, his eyes travelling further down his body, taking in the narrower waist and wider hips, the hips of a woman.
But neither was Jason a woman, not by far, not as he spread his thick, powerful thighs, surprised even more so by the muscle that he found there. That was strange, for he could not have anticipated such a thing being present, the strong lines of power in his legs evidencing that he was in a body that was quite a bit stronger than what he was used to. Physical strength was not something that Jason was particularly used to and he tried to stand, though that was more difficult than ever, dragging first one clawed foot under him and then another, as the shifting mound of gold shuddered under him.
"Oof... Damn it... What is with...this voice?"
He didn't know whether to think of it as a dream or not, shaking his head, stepping down slowly from the big mound of gold, though it was harder to avoid the uncovered treasures as he slid, without any sense of grace, to the bottom of the pile. Standing on the bare, smooth soil of the cave floor was more reassuring and he took a deep breath.
Gold... Scales... He gulped, shifting his weight, glancing back behind him. And, yes, a tail. He crouched, peering into a silver cup that looked like it was a goblet of some kind, though oversized, a red face and muzzle peering back at him with gold horns like treasures.
Oh, hell...
A dragon. He was a dragon. A dragoness. A powerful dragoness. Jason's breath caught, shaking his head, hands rising, shakily, to his horns, feeling the curve of them, how they were elegant, graceful, feminine -- though still rounded like those of a ram. Only his breasts and down the front of his body, past his belly, was gold, but the majority of his scales seemed to be a rich, deep crimson. The fin-like protrusion that ran down his spine was hard to see, though they were a similar gold, the accents of his body dripping in that rich shade to accentuate the bulk of the crimson. Jason turned in a circle, craning his longer neck to see, the golden fin bright and shiny, though it felt like there were muscles at the base of it too, allowing him to twitch it, kind of, from the left of his spine to the right.