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Before I unveil the description, I should let you know that this isn't a particularly dark novel. An apt term to describe it is 'realistic' where rewards don't come without struggles. And finally, here is the description of the whole novel.\n\n[b]Description: [/b]Every geek has dreamt of becoming a dragon, but for Alex and Doran, their fantasy is within reach, presuming they undergo the laborious transformation procedure to attain their desired bodies. For Doran, an anthro transformation is just a matter of tweaking his existing feature, but Alex' future gains a grim tint when the difficulties of a feral transformation put him onto his fours...literally! With his voice thickening into unintelligible growls and his hands twisted into three-toed, useless paws, he must either cling onto his faltering humanity in the hope of regaining it, or embrace the winds of change before they blow him into ever darkening horizons. \nI really hope you'll have fun with this one. This novel has 9 chapters currently planned, plus an epilogue, so it'll keep you entertained for a while :)\n\n[b]Message of Interest[/b]: This novel is one chapter ahead on Patreon, so if you wish to read the next chapter in advance while also supporting me there, make your patreon pledge by clicking here https://www.patreon.com/cheetahs\n\n[b]===Fated Scales Ch1: Day of the Dragon ===[/b]\n\nAlex felt sick due to nerves on the day he was to take the first step in becoming a dragon. The constant striding through his house added to his sudden bursts of nausea. They happened out of the blue, at random intervals, the weight of today pressing onto his chest with cold, ethereal fingers. A film of sweat coated his brow, his breath labored from the constant back and forth movement.\n\nStress. He hated it. But at the same time, he had to make sure his house wouldn't explode while he underwent the necessary preparations to enjoy his new life at the expense of a downright bothersome stomach ache.\n\nHe double-checked the kitchen first. Fridge was empty, stove turned off, everything unplugged. Living room was next. Clothes piled on his couch, a mountain of them, too daunting for him to do something about them. Too unimportant as well. He left them as they were, too much of a chore to take care of right now, and instead went to the bedroom to check for something better suited for today than a denim jacket and a star wars themed T-shirt. The lab that Doran collaborated with in order to make his dream happen belonged to Gintec, some fancy pricks with questionable morality and highly critical, affiliated with Doran's conglomerate, Mardo Corp.\n\nIt wasn't really his; at least not yet, but Doran had already become CTO by the age of thirty-three, and his demeanor sure helped put him up on that much deserved pedestal, that of a cold and calculated killer. Good thing the only thing he had the tendency of killing was people's mood.\n\nKeep moving. He'll be here any minute now, Alex thought. His guts protested with a nasty lurch. He heaved in an attempt to keep his breakfast where it belonged. Although he won this battle, it was but a small victory for a disheveled mind that kept changing thoughts every couple of seconds. Somehow, without even knowing how, when and why, Alex ended in front of the mirror, in the bathroom, half-naked but for the white boxers he wore, fingers pressed against his jaw.\n\nRight. Shaving. That was it. Important thing, to be sure, which took more time than he had at his disposal. Both him and Doran had a strict appointment to follow, and the efforts his best friend had employed to get them this appointed convinced Alex that he had no time to fuck around.\n\nBesides, he didn't look that bad, nor was he one to give looks more importance than they deserved. As a web designer and an artist at heart, he preferred to mess up his short, light brown hair until, by some miracle of chance, it looked presentable. Unlike Doran's smoothly shaved face, stubble always seemed to cover Alex' chin, reflecting his laziness spot-on, and the faint traces of the moustache forking above his lips gave him a manlier appearance than he first suspected. In contrast with his light colored and rather thin eyebrows, his cerulean eyes sparkled with dazzling intensity, and his broad smile had that innate warmth and friendliness to it that every telemarketer envied. Too bad people had the tendency to bring him out of his element to such extent he felt physically sick at times.\n\nHis pale skin screamed one too many missed tanning sessions at Doran's salon. The patches of hair on his slender chest always made him feel self-conscious, and the slim constitution that he had done nothing to preserve gave him an extra reason to skip the morning workout session.\n\nThat was Alex' superpower. No matter how much he ate, he never seemed to get fat, even though he seldom jogged or did more than lift the TV remote or masturbate, which was the most intensive workout his thin arms tended to get.\n\nHe shrugged at his simplistic looks, nodded in acceptance, and went to grab a white, long sleeved shirt over which he threw a blue jacket to go with his eyes.\n\nThe phone he had left on the table rang just as he began pulling up his jeans, the heavy-metal ringtone so loud he yelped. Rather than put Doran on hold, Alex buckled up his belt, equipped a pair of sneakers, and swallowed hard to wet his parched throat before answering.\n\n\"I'm almost done,\" he rasped. \n\n\"Is it the ten minutes almost done, or the one hour almost done?\" Doran's smooth, nonchalant voice rang into his ear.\n\n\"Fuck,\" Alex mouthed silently as he looked back and forth, entirely convinced that ten minutes simply wouldn't cut it. \"The twenty minutes one.\"\n\n\"Twenty. No more, but less is recommended. I'll be waiting up front.\"\n\nWith that, Doran ended the call, leaving Alex with a pounding heart and a blank mind. He had so many things left to do, and yet, he had no clue what they were.\n\n\"The PC,\" he whispered under his breath, turning on his rig and rapping his fingers on his wooden desk while the operating system booted up.\n\nGood. Empty Hard-disk, nothing on it, just like Doran had requested of him. After all, Doran paid thrice his regular web designer rates, so when his best friend had asked Alex to wipe out his HDD, he did it in a heartbeat, no questions asked, not a trace of guilt. Not like he was going to return here, or work on a computer for that matter.\n\nOr maybe I will. Feral dragons retain their intelligence, and their toes are rather similar to fingers, with a few minor exceptions, Alex thought. More and more knots formed within his stomach, his adrenaline levels spiking, same for his nausea. It had been his childhood dream, to become a feral dragon, and after twenty years, it was finally happening.\n\nWhy the fuck did he feel like puking instead of throwing his fists into the air? Scumbag brain!\n\nTo keep himself distracted, Alex stormed from one room to the other, making sure everything was in order before finally locking the door and climbing into the excruciatingly slow elevator of his apartment building. The whirring of gears dwarfed the tapping of his foot, forcing his mind back to the topic at hand.\n\nA fancy lab with crazy tech and stern, silent people who'd stare him down with the authority of fate itself. Gene therapy. Nanobots. Transformation. Not only for him, but for the myriad of other customers they had. Politicians, rich kids, probably drug lords too. Whoever had the money, had the power, and Gintec catered to all sorts of individuals.\n\nTransformation. Irreversible change. Becoming a dragon, an intelligent beast, through an excruciatingly slow process.\n\nUnexpected complications. Unexpected consequences. Losing one's humanity.\n\nNo. He would retain that, the only truly important thing Alex had, the one before which the allure of a dragon's superior senses and intellect faltered, turned dim and insignificant. They wouldn't do much good to him if instinct overpowered his rational side.\n\nAlex let out a drawn-out sigh, sweeping a hand through his short, rebellious locks, then shuffling his hands, overly impatient to get this show on the road and escape the prison that his human body was.\n\nDoran's limo was parked in the front, black and elegant, a rare beauty adding color to a wan, decrepit neighborhood. A door glided upwards, various aromatic scents wafting from within. Alex climbed into it, reaching for the handle to shut the door, and grasping bare air in the process.\n\nThere was no handle.\n\n\"Fuck. I keep forgetting you've a spaceship for a car.\"\n\n\"Forgetting happens. The same can't be said for your hard drive, right?\"\n\n\"Nah, that's solved, it's good, I'm solid, all done and accounted for,\" Alex said, shuffling onto the spacious bench to make himself comfortable. It was clad in dark velvet, the limo's interior looking more like a tiny corner of paradise than the interior of a vehicle. A small, mahogany table sat between him and Doran, already filled with tiny cups and bigger glasses. Doran grabbed a glass filled with a rich, red wine, swishing it while his dark eyes stared Alex down.\n\n\"Good. My guys made sure your other guys and nonexistent friends aren't going to worry about you anymore.\" That being said, he raised the glass and tilted his head forward. \"Screw Alex the hobo. Let's make room for Alex the dragoness. Wait. That's a terrible name.\"\n\nHe leaned back onto the bench, tapping the crystal side of the glass with his thumb. \"Alyreth. That's a better name.\" His gaze sought Alex, its depth even more unnerving than before. \"You like it?\"\n\n\"Yeah, that's cool. It's a cool name. New body, new identity, right? So uh, let's...\" Alex mumbled, rubbing the bridge of his nose. The smell of alcohol further upset his stomach. He shook his head when Doran offered him a drink, so his friend grabbed and downed a shot of strong, shimmering yellow liquid in one gulp, whatever the fuck that was, keeping the wine for later.\n\n\"That's some very expensive wine I uncorked to mark the occasion. The more you stare at it, the more its aroma lessens.\" Doran straightened his back, leaned into the couch-sofa type of thing his limo was equipped with, and released a long sigh. \"Thought you'll be more excited about this. Or at least pretend to. Who, in this whole wide world, can honestly say that they have accomplished their dream? That they are, unequivocally, happy?\"\n\n\"I am excited. This is how excitement feels to me. Sweating like an asshole and being on the verge of throwing my guts up. Are we...\" Alex turned around, but could see nothing through the black windows. \"Are we even moving?\"\n\n\"Yes we are,\" Doran said, sprawling over the bench, sofa, or whatever that lavish thing could be called. \"Stop fretting. Make yourself comfortable. You're making me feel antsy as well.\"\n\n\"I can't feel it. I can't--how can you know we're moving?\" He darted towards the other window, running his hands across the interior of the vehicle's door in search of a button that could at least lower the window, turn it transparent, or something.\n\n\"We are moving. Hovering, in fact. And stop touching my car, you bloody pervert.\"\n\n \"Okay, fine. Not like this can be called a car. More like a spaceship or something,\" Alex said. He knew the so called hovering had something to do with magnetism or some sort of complex shit that Doran had high chances to lecture him on, so he decided to remain silent for the time being and make himself comfortable.\n\nOr so he tried, but the dim lights bothered him to no end. He had to ask.\n\n\"And what's up with the gloomy ambiance?\"\n\n\"It's not gloomy. Transparent windows are a thing of the evening, while dark ones suit the morning better.\"\n\n\"Why? So people can't see you drinking at nine freaking AM?\"\n\n\"People can't see a damn thing anyway, other than a reflection of their own ugly mugs. I like my privacy, and I made sure that not even my driver hears or sees what happens in the back. Speaking of which, I got some dragon erotica if you ever feel like relieving some tension.\"\n\n\"I think I'll pass.\"\n\n\"You sure?\" Doran grabbed a vial this time, a cloudy, vermilion, thin liquid trapped within it. He only drank half, grimacing, only for his features to turn stern in an instant. \"You have eighteen more days left to enjoy your cock before it turns into a veritable cunt. Make the best of it while it lasts. I also got some these penetrables that mirror a dragoness' orgasm if you're good enough to get them there. You can give one a try, assuming you last long enough to know the difference between my toys and the usual softcore crap you're using.\"\n\n\"Dude, I can't even get it up, much less give your weird, sentient toy the time of its cybernetic life.\"\n\n\"Suit yourself. We got drinks, we got privacy, we have each other. What you don't have is time as a human. Thought you'll consider bidding your cock a proper goodbye, at least.\"\n\n\"Yeah, that's not--that's not how I do things.\"\n\n\"That's it, isn't it Alex? You don't do things. Others do them for you.\" Doran opened his mouth to say more, but instead, he licked his lips and thrust a condemning finger at Alex. \"You'll make an excellent pet!\"\n\nA pet? He wasn't going to be a pet! Companion was the word. Dragoness companion, equal to Doran in rights, status, everything. Pointing that out felt like the sensible thing to do, but an argument would only make the trip to the lab that much more difficult to bear. Besides, Doran was well aware Alex would be his companion. He just had weird hobbies, like spewing forth these dry teases and turning his vehicles into flying, gloomy houses.\n\nAlex couldn't really fault him for that, or for sheltering himself behind dark, impenetrable windows. If the media caught wind of Doran chilling during one of his free days, they would spin a tale about him driving and drinking while stroking one off, all at the same time. Though, knowing Doran, he would find a way to keep those mouths silent before they even spoke. He had his ways, Doran, along with an intensity in his eyes that still chilled Alex whenever his eyes settled on his best friend.\n\nAt times, one could read the ambition plastered upon Doran's face, if they looked hard enough. He had those hard and firm features, intimidating almost, befitting his status. His jawline was firm, gently curved, ending with a perfect, angular chin, smooth like a baby's bottom. He also had a nose so straight and elegant it got him on magazine covers multiple times and sharp, dark colored eyes, the coal black pools unfathomable in their intensity. His thick eyebrows gave him a somewhat fierce appearance, the short-cropped hair emphasizing his broad, smooth brow, the mark of a genius, as Alex' mom used to say.\n\nIf Doran hated one thing, that was grooming his hair. As such, he kept it swept back most of the time, the hair gel giving it a neat sheen. Even his ears looked fair, the right size and shape, his thick neck and broad shoulders complimenting his damn fine looks. Although Doran dedicated a portion of his daily schedule to workout, his body didn't ripple with muscle; he was the lean but strong type, and a huge fan of business attires at that. He owned a wide array of suits and ties, but today, he stuck to the cornflower blue tie speckled with white dots, a plain checkered shirt and a dark grey suit with hints of silver threading.\n\nDamn you Doran, how can you control your damn emotions so well? Alex thought. Sweat seemed to ooze from every pore of his body. He kept shifting on his makeshift sofa, scratched his hair, bit at his lips, even rubbed his chin, rolling his fingertips through the thin stubble and scratching at it.\n\nWhat if something went wrong? What if his body somehow rejected the gene therapy? Or maybe the nanobots would be faulty, unable to handle the rest of his transformation. He would then be stuck in a grotesque form, half man half dragon, locked in Doran's basement day and night, unable to grasp, scratch, or even move due to his twisted finger-talons.\n\n\"Have a drink,\" Doran urged, grabbing a shot of whatever and wiggling it for emphasis. \"It'll help. You're not getting fucking married. It's just a few hours spent in a lab.\"\n\n\"Thought it was supposed to be days.\"\n\n\"That is, indeed, the total duration of the process, but the VR module will take care of that. You'll wake up as if from a dream, up and ready to continue your dull existence. So grab a shot. Gulp it down. Trust me, it will help.\"\n\n\"Help making me puke, you mean. I can't. I'm just...tell me how everything's going to work again.\"\n\nDoran pursed his lips. \"I can turn the limo around. Just say that you're not prepared for this and we'll leave it for another time.\"\n\nIce formed within Alex' veins, his eyes bulging to the size of soccer balls. \"No, no,\" he said, thrusting a hand forward in sheer desperation. \"I'm...I want to do this, I really do. It's done. It's settled. It's what we both agreed to--w..what we committed to. We go through with it, together, yes?\"\n\n\"Then keep your cool. This isn't some lab experiment where they require human volunteers. You know the sort of things Gintec does for Mardo Corp.\"\n\nHe knew enough to understand that they didn't transform just anybody into dragons, and that they were the only lab with the necessary tech to provide feral transformations. Doran had had to pull a loooot of strings to get permission for such intricate transformation, and it was this one in a lifetime opportunity that unnerved Alex. He wanted it, more than anything, but Doran was going to become an anthro, whereas he was going to turn into an animal of sorts. With full human rights, the intellect of one, and the ability to communicate through sign and body language, to be sure, but an animal nevertheless. When he'd be walked in a leash one year from now, the simpletons in the park would crouch, pet him, and tell him what a good dragon he was, oblivious to his hidden capabilities.\n\n\"Listen,\" Alex said, shuffling his hands, fingers stiff and frozen with pent-up anxiety. \"I've been waiting twenty years for this. Just wanna make sure we have everything under control, with no surprises to...uh, surprise us along the way.\"\n\nDoran quirked an eyebrow.\n\n\"I mean, feral dragons....they do have rights, yes? They're not just...plain pets, to be equipped with a collar, be petted, praised, and all that. I'm going to...going to be your mate, and for me to be your mate, I'll have to have equal status.\" He put it plainly, even though legislation was not his strong suite.\n\n\"Yes, they do have rights,\" Doran said. He took a sip of sweet red, licked his lips, and continued. \"We're best friends, pal. We're going to be equals. Mates. This is more than just a transformation. It's an opportunity to forge bonds deeper than our human minds can comprehend.\"\n\nThis exact thought process was the one that had gotten Alex excited about this in the first place. To truly be in a relationship with Doran, he had to not only become someone else, but something else entirely.\n\nAnd, whatever happened, Alex knew, deep down in his heart, that Doran would always take care of him. He'd always love and protect Alex, even more so as a female. Being his mate, his equal-- stoked Alex' enthusiasm, pushing back his nausea and putting half a smile on his face.\n\n\"At least I'll be able to lick my cunt whenever I feel like. It's not too late to consider a feral transformation yourself and taste your own spunk and junk.\"\n\n\"One of us has to work, pal. Can't really do my stuff with clawed toes, growling commands around and requiring human or anthro staff to open doors for me/\"\n\nThat reminded Alex the extent of Doran's kindness. He wasn't just a friend, but a provider, and the most loyal person he had ever met. His words warmed his frigid frame, instilling confidence into his racing heart.\n\n\"Right, right,\" Alex said, looking over the drinks, almost tempted to grab one. \"Better not leave me wanting while in season, though I suppose things between us would get weird long before that.\"\n\n\"They already are. I'll be your master, you'll be my pet, and we're both looking forward to it,\" Doran said, raising a glass in a toast-like fashion. \"To new and scaly lives.\"\n\nAlex bowed his head in acknowledgment. \"To a painless transition into the dream that's waiting for us.\"\n\nHis stomach sank at that, trepidation creeping up his limbs and torso once again. Before he could lick his cunt, he had to undergo that lengthy procedure, for which even Doran took two months off. More so, his friend rented a house god knows where, in the heart of the forest, meant to give them the necessary silence and space to undergo the transformation, away from judgmental and racist humans. He claimed a stress-free environment sped up the transformation by up to fifty percent, but Alex always suspected there was more to it than Doran mentioned. This guy--he had never taken such long break from work before. Somebody of his station didn't simply vanish for two months.\n\n\"So uhm...\" he began, licking his parched lips to wet them. \"The transformation.\"\n\n\"What about it?\"\n\n\"Just...run me through it again. Just to make sure I know how to handle myself.\"\n\nInstead of frowning or throwing him a sarcastic comment, Doran simply shrugged and sprawled back into his velvet bench. \"Everything's already handled. You will have to sign some papers for formality's sake, we get into this specifically designed room, lie into the most comfortable chair ever and enjoy some time in VR while they inject us with the nanobots and go through the gene therapy. The gene therapy is the more grueling process, but the VR is going to keep your brain busy, and once the seed of change has been planted, the nanobots will take over and supervise the changes.\"\n\nGene therapy. Nanobots. Virtual Reality. Fear crawled under Alex' skin just by thinking of it. \"How long are we going to lie there?\"\n\n\"As long as it's necessary,\" Doran answered in that nonchalant way of his.\n\n\"What if I need to poop?\"\n\n\"You won't even realize you pooped while in VR.\"\n\n\"So I'll just wake up with shite up my pants?\"\n\n\"No, you won't. They will monitor our body's activity with pinpoint accuracy and handle our needs. Just because you don't know it happens, doesn't mean it doesn't happen. This isn't the sort of technology that is widely available to the public. Keep that in mind.\"\n\nDear Doran, always telling Alex what to do, how to behave, treating him more like a pet than a human being. How ironic, that his most effective way to tease Alex summed up their relationship in the most accurate of ways.\n\n\"If it's so fancy, why do we have to agonize for months before being fully transformed? This is bullshit man!\"\n\nDoran casually placed his glass on the table, then pressed a button that caused it to fold and disappear god knows where. \"This isn't a cartoon or anime. If you want things to go flawlessly, you need to have patience and endure a bit of discomfort. Sure, instant transformations are possible, but they are a one-way trip to become a mindless beast. That's not what you signed up for, is it? You want more from your dragoness life than just eat, fly, shit, play, sleep.\"\n\nA drawn-out sigh escaped Alex. Only a few hours had passed since he woke up, and he already felt exhausted. \"Fine, just...promise me I won't live the next month in unbearable agony.\"\n\n\"The nanobots have pain suppressers and all manner of chemicals that will lessen any possible discomfort. It's not torture, but don't expect it to be easy. No great victory had ever been achieved without sacrifice. If you believe in your dream, then you'll do everything it takes to see it fulfilled.\"\n\nIf only Alex felt equally fulfilled. Everything he did had started and ended with Doran. Do this for Doran's sake. Take advantage of Doran's kindness. Respect Doran's wishes. Follow Doran's guidance. Doran knew best, Doran had wealth, influence, and power. Somewhere, somehow, everything became about Doran, and Alex always buried that thought at the back of his mind, pushing it back whenever it resurfaced. He didn't want to seem ungrateful--or worse, a rebel.\n\nAnd now, it all came down to this, to the transformation looming ahead of him. Alex desired it with all his heart, but he wouldn't have taken this leap forward just to indulge in his own personal fantasy. He did it for Doran, and now, so close to the Gintec facility, backing away was no longer an option. Whatever consequences this decision sprouted, Alex would have to accept and live with them for the rest of his life.\n\nFor the rest of the journey, Alex stared at the immaculate black window on his left. That deep shade mirrored the emptiness growing within his stomach, a metaphorical black hole that sucked in his happiness, replacing it with doubt, even regret.\n\nWhy did this feeling of defeat overtake him before the transformation even began?\n\nIt's because of how little control I have over it, Alex realized. Once it starts, it starts. Nothing is going to bring me back to my human self.\n\nThere wasn't much Alex liked about his human self; he hated it, in fact, to be a helpless weakling that bore the looks of a hobo. It was the form he grew familiar with, however; a safe form, one that didn't require him to turn his life upside down before he finally reaped the benefits.\n\n\"We've arrived at the destination, sir,\" the driver said with a pristine british accent.\n\n\"Why did you hire a british driver?\" Alex asked, a bit puzzled. He liked Frank, the guy who cracked the occasional your mother joke just to spite Doran.\n\n\"Because they're the best at what they do,\" Doran said, stepping out of the vehicle. Alex followed him, whistling in surprise at the platinum-colored dome that sprawled in front of them, surrounded by thick, broad arches made of a similarly curious metal.\n\n\"Doesn't feel like a comfortable place to live in. Bet it feels worse than a tin can during the summer.\"\n\n\"That's the point of it,\" a feminine voice came from the left, mingled with a sharp hiss or growl, and definitely british. Why so many brits, all of a sudden?\n\nAlex turned to face her, and had to bite back a gasp when azure scales met his gaze.\n\nA dragoness, with a chest so flat Alex almost gasped in surprise. It looked so...so...exotic, to put it nicely. \n\n\"It's a solar reactor; it's supposed to get hot. Same can't be said for you during the first month of the transformation. You're quite bold, to go for a feral transformation, and a dragoness at that.\" Her pink, forked tongue dashed over her slim, triangular muzzle, her amber eyes switching to Doran, pupils shaped into narrow slits.\n\n\"You're thirteen minutes late.\"\n\n\"Thirteen minutes and thirty seconds late, now that you keep us waiting. Lead on, and give my buddy a tour of the facility. He's a bit apprehensive about this, and seeing some other scalies and furries will do him good.\"\n\n\"I don't--I'm not...\" Alex tried to protest, but found it hard to focus with a dragoness staring him down, especially one as alluring as....\n\n\"Enara,\" she said, stretching forth her hand. \"And you must be Alex.\"\n\nHis skin felt clammy against her pebbly hide, but Alex gave her a firm shake either way. At least his hands wouldn't sweat anymore after he would become a dragoness as well.\n\n\"Yep, here to join the ranks of the dragonesses.\"\n\n\"Mrarr, you don't say. I also believe the first thing you'll do as a feral is inspect your gender, of course.\"\n\n\"Eat it, more like,\" Doran added, making Alex swerve his head towards him to give him that puzzled frown of his.\n\n\"How naïve of him,\" Enara purred. \"Of course, that's just your human mind trying to see the upside of it, but mating will be the last thing to grace your mind, sweetheart. The first and the most difficult step of the transformation is getting used to being called a--\"\n\n\"Enara, let's leave the transformation conversation for after the gene therapy. Please, let us proceed.\"\n\n\"Right,\" she said, emphasizing the R due to her draconic tongue. \"If you would follow me then.\" Those glistening fangs probably made it tricky to talk, even though her body had that characteristic anthro look to it.\n\nEnara had a slender, agile build, with soft, elegant features and petite dark horns that curled inwardly across her skull and raised midway to point towards the sky. Her white, scientist's robe had exits specifically design to leave wiggle room for her impressive wings, the smooth membrane covering them bearing a lighter shade of blue. Black claws and talons sprouted from the end of her toes and fingers, her shins covered with broader scales compared to the thin ones layering her sturdy paws. \n\nBoth Doran and Alex fell in behind her. Alex' gaze lingered on her tail for a few moments, noticing how the scales turned smaller and finer towards the tapered tail tip. He would have a tail as well. Same for Doran. An extra limb that he definitely looked forward to control.\n\nThe facility didn't look like much on the outside. The solar reactor sat in the middle of the god damn desert, surrounded by a regular, metallic fence outside of which grew cacti and shrubs. Past them, nothing but desolation.\n\nWhy the secrecy? Didn't Gintec own multiple labs across the continent?\n\nThen, it struck him. Feral transformations--they weren't exactly a thing. The government frowned upon them, and many people considered them taboo. In a world that barely began to accept gene therapy and pets of all sizes and species that sometimes trumped the intelligence of their owners, it must've been difficult for Doran to cheat the system.\n\n\"Here. Sit next to me. The only way to get into the facility is by invitation only.\"\n\nBoth of the males sat on each of Enara's sides as she pulled back her sleeve to reveal some sort of smart watch. She typed in a code, and the floor lurched. A thin yelp broke past Alex' tightly sealed lips, making Doran chuckle and Enara giggle while they descended into a veritable abyss.\n\n\"How cute, a virgin when it comes to Gintec labs. That's the sound all newcomers make, and it always gets me,\" Enara said, turning towards Doran. \"Makes me wonder what other things you haven't told him.\"\n\nDoran shrugged his shoulders. \"And give him reason to complain and get cold feet? No thanks.\"\n\nF--fucking Doran! If Alex' head wasn't spinning due to the velocity of the descent, he would have said a thing or two about his mother. Fortunately for him, the elevator stopped in the nick of time, a glass door sliding open to invite them into a bright, narrow, and empty corridor. The harsh, white light had a tint of blue in it. It stung Alex' eyes, the white walls adding to the bleak look of the facility. He had to squint as he shuffled after Enara, who stopped both of them by stretching her wings to the side to form a makeshift barrier.\n\n\"Before we proceed, consider keeping a low profile. No staring at the others who undergo transformation. No comments, and definitely no gasping, whistling, or whatever you horny boys tend to do when you see a glimpse of cunt. Most of our customers tend to be...well...\"\n\n\"Over-emotional and self-conscious furries who believe their life will change for the best if their form matches their soul,\" Doran said, winking at Alex. \"Yep. We fit the bill. Sort of.\"\n\nEnara opened her muzzle, then closed it, folding her wings, signaling them to follow her.\n\n\"So much for chivalry. You should have allowed the lady to speak her mind,\" Alex whispered to Doran, who retained his impassive expression.\n\n\"I already heard enough to make an educated guess on what was going to follow. We know each other. Better than I'd like, in fact,\" Doran said.\n\n\"And why is that?\" Enara inquired with that musical voice of hers, tilting her head towards Alex. \"Is it because of him?\"\n\n\"What does this have to do with him? He's a third party, isn't he?\"\n\n\"That makes it even better. He might learn a thing or two in the process, which will come in handy later on. Besides, there's nothing wrong with being a messy eater, mrarr. Dessert does taste delicious.\"\n\nHer playful eyes gave Alex pause. Whatever dessert she spoke of, it clearly didn't refer to cake or pie, but a more intimate, juicy one.\n\nHe looked from side to side, trying his hardest to fight back the heat rising within his cheeks. The walls were empty, however. Not a painting to glance at and pretend he didn't pay attention to the discussion.\n\nDoran strode on Alex' right, staring ahead, only the thumps of boots and the pitter patter of Enara's talons sounding in the corridor. Although this silence unnerved Alex, Doran seemed to relish it, not even ruffled about Enara being on the verge of spilling a secret that he might not have wanted Alex to hear.\n\n\"I don't think you have finished your thought, Enara. Don't be a filthy quitter now. Tell him everything, before curiosity gives him a stroke.\" This was one of those situations where Doran either urged Enara on through a friendly jape, or wanted to cut her head off for letting out information that wasn't hers to give.\n\nEnara, of course, fell for it. Seems she didn't know Doran that well after all...\n\n\"Well, it all started with an innocent dinner, but Doran wanted to taste more than Italian cuisine. If I had known what to expect, I would have brought some napkins with me. A dragoness' climax can be ...as intense as a volcanic eruption at times.\"\n\nEnara seemed so proud of it. She had a spring in her steps, and her tail tip swiveled from side to side with pent-up excitement.\n\nA shudder ran through Alex, the ominous sort that made him ill at ease with the situation. Doran--he was a private person, the sort that only ever opened to Alex. He hadn't told him of Enara, so he most certainly didn't like hearing her brag about their encounter.\n\n\"Bittersweet fragrance. Smooth, rich, enough to get your blood boiling. No wonder they call it the nectar of the gods,\" Doran leaned over to whisper in Alex' ear before striding to join Enara. \"I'm glad you brought this up. I usually share my most intimate details with Alex, but this one escaped me.\"\n\nHe wrapped an arm over her petite shoulder, giving Alex a brief side look, the sort that froze the marrow within one's bones.\n\n\"Your enthusiasm intrigues me, Enara. Must have been the first time when a man suckled your clit until you sprawled all over the bathroom floor, moaning, panting, and drooling like a dog in heat. Makes me wonder if Alex is the only person who hears this astonishing tale of unbridled passion.\"\n\n\"Oh please,\" she said, flicking a hand. \"I know how to keep a secret. Besides, you're fantastic with your tongue and even better with your manhood, but hardly the only man who invited me to a dinner with sex on the side.\"\n\n\"You were wet. You weren't wearing panties. I wanted to give you a hand, but you only settled for both tongue and cock. That's what I call an adventurous woman,\" Doran said, his voice hardening a tad, just like his clutch on her shoulder. \"Keep bragging about the dinners where pleasure is the main course, and you may find yourself giving pleasure for a living. You know what they say about doing the thing you love the most for money. It's almost poetic.\"\n\nDoran kissed her on the neck, withdrew his arm and straightened his shoulders, restoring his usual poise, as if nothing happened.\n\nEnara had a layers over layers of dragon scales, but they failed to protect her from Doran's sharp words. Although she did a good job at maintaining her composure, Alex noticed the way her lips twitched. She blinked too fast for comfort, as if trying to wake up from a nightmare, and kept fondling her smart watch, bringing up a hologram of an anthro lion. He was a young one, with a short, light colored mane and jittery eyes.\n\n\"Prepare room 1418. Initiate the VR modules. Set the corresponding timers as we've agreed before, and make sure the proper parameters have been set for the gene therapy.\"\n\n\"Sure thing. Done it already. Are they the two--\"\n\n\"Yes they are. Get to work.\" That said, she closed the connection and rushed forward to open a metallic door using her access card.\n\n\"We're a few minutes behind. I'll give Alex a tour some other time.\"\n\nShe wasn't going to wiggle her way out of this. Alex almost found it hard to watch, if he hadn't seen this happening more than a dozen times already. Doran was a predator, not prey, and he smelled apprehension better than sharks sensed blood.\n\nHe caught her wrist, presenting her with a charming smile. \"On the contrary. We have plenty of time. What's half an hour more when we're already late?\"\n\nEnara dipped her head, stuffing the security card back into her chest pocket. \"As you wish.\"\n\nShe walked past the triple-reinforced metal gate, nodding to the side to a single guard that was too busy browsing his phone to notice Alex and Doran.\n\n\"That one was human,\" Alex said under his breath after he walked up to Doran.\n\n\"Keen eyes, not so sharp intuition. This is a facility, not a furry and scaly playground. Not everybody's excited to embrace superior forms, even if they get them at great discounts if you ask me,\" Doran explained.\n\nThe thrill returned to Alex, invigorating his senses, giving him ample reason to look forward to becoming a dragon himself. He was one of the privileged few to get a feral transformation, mostly thanks to Doran's generosity and efforts. His friend could have easily coerced him into picking an anthro form and avoid stepping into the grey area of the law, but that wasn't Doran's style. The man reveled in challenges; he considered them the key to personal development, even though the means used to win his conquests sometimes troubled Alex. Enara was one such example, a woman too easily seduced by Doran's charm, now forced to play a part in his elaborate game.\n\nMaybe I'm a pawn, just like her, Alex mused, that thought leaving his mind as soon as the song of birds greeted his ears.\n\n\"The Biodome,\" Enara said, resting her paws on the glass wall standing between them and the blueprint of what was basically a mixture of various environments. \"Split into thirty-nine sectors, each representing an ecosystem on its own. We use the latest technology to provide an experience identical to that of the world above us to the plants and animals within.\"\n\nIt looked like a clusterfuck from above. A downright impressive clusterfuck. Alex felt tiny before the immensity of the bio-dome, an ant that somehow stumbled into a mansion too big for his limited mind.\n\nIt didn't even look like a dome; more like a mini continent, with actual hills, mountains, lakes, and everything else, at a smaller scale, but still an accurate replica of the real world. He suspected that, although everything looked like staring through a glass window from up here, the inhabitants downstairs had sun and stars and clouds to glance at, courtesy of terra forming technology that even small corporations got their hands on to make the life underground a more hospitable place.\n\nAn Earth within an Earth within an Earth within an Earth. Just thinking of it boggled Alex' mind, proving to him once again that his life as a web designer was the blandest and most boring shit ever.\n\n\"Wonderful setup you have in here. Should a nuclear war start, the dudes below can continue their transformation in peace and quiet. Why do we even need the surface when everything down there looks so bloody cozy?\"\n\nEnara smiled wryly at Doran's rhetorical question. \"The bio-dome isn't self-sustainable. It's just a playground for the customers who wish to test their forms in realistic environments, interact with wild species, and if they so wish, pay to survive down there, in the wilderness.\"\n\n\"Pay to put your life at risk,\" Alex tested out that thought. \"That has to be the most ridiculous thing I have ever heard.\"\n\n\"A few decades spent in an office, and you'd understand,\" Doran said, patting Alex on the shoulder. \"Besides, we wouldn't be here if we didn't want to spice up our lives.\"\n\n\"I suppose so,\" Alex mumbled under his breath, checking out the individual ecosystems. They had prairies, savannahs, everything one could think of, with birds soaring high in the artificial skies and dragons, wyverns and gryphons swooping down on the unsuspecting prey in their lavish enclosures.\n\nAlex looked away, a bit disturbed by the loyal representation of the real world. Too loyal.\n\n\"The upper levels are staff only. You won't see much activity here. Lower floors are free for all, same for bridges, so respect the people's choice of species and don't criticize.\"\n\n\"Uhm, sure,\" Alex said, puzzled by Enara's request. It's not like he lacked common sense, or that somebody chose to turn into a giant snail for the thrill of it.\n\n.....Right?\n\n\"They have a varied portfolio of possible transformations. Mythical ones, like dragons and gryphons, are a safe choice for most. You may sometimes see the occasional kobold or gnoll, khajit or lizardman, species that are exotic on their own, yet who lack the allure of the previous I've mentioned. Of course, since most humans are cowards, you'll see lots of mammals around. If it worked for the animals, it has to work for us, right?\" Doran said to him, pointing at Enara to keep things moving.\n\n\"I thought you wanted me to give Alex a--\"\n\n\"He has seen enough,\" Doran interrupted her. \"I spent a lifetime with my best friend. I know what he likes and what he needs.\"\n\nEnara followed Doran's instructions, leading the two males back, then turning left to climb into an elevator. The control panel didn't even feature numbers for floors, but symbols that looked like some sort of elvish to Alex, completely alien.\n\nOn the way down, Enara scratched her scaly chin, shifted from one foot to the other, even ran her talons along the floor, the jarring sound making the corners of Doran's mouth twitch.\n\n\"Restless already?\"\n\nShe stood still from then on, no words being shared between the three of them. Only uneasy looks. Doran's relationships with women hadn't ended well for a myriad of reasons, and, of all three, Alex seemed to be the only one who felt very awkward in the presence of these two.\n\nAnd just how long was this ride? More than a minute passed, and the elevator continued its descent. Try as he might to keep his gaze averted from Enara, Alex found it unable to resist his curiosity. Such suave shapes contoured her body. Lean thighs, covered with lustrous scales where her coat ended. Thin arms, petite and graceful, and slim but long fingers, as flexible as a human's. He also wondered how a dragoness' gender looked like. He had seen plenty on the internet, but would it be as hot and moist as everyone claimed?\n\nThe harder he clung onto that thought, the stiffer he became within his jeans. Much to his relief, the elevator stopped in the nick of time. Alex allowed Doran and Enara to exit first, trailing behind them, biting his lip in frustrations for getting such untimely boner.\n\n\"Good day, Enara.\" The squeaky voice belonged to a cheetah who threw the two humans a fugitive glance.\n\n\"Hey Jake, good to see you,\" she said. A few more of the people milling about greeted her, most of them simply passing through the wide corridor equipped with holo tech that gave it the appearance of a pathway carved through the heart of a forest, the floor covered with fallen leaves that reacted to every movement, but were still ethereal, nothing more than a beautiful lie.\n\nOne of them, a snow leopard completely devoid of clothes, stopped, her azure eyes shining, her muzzle parting into a toothy smile as she glanced at Alex and Doran.\n\n\"Ayara, hello. It's not a good time. Can we--\"\n\n\"Oh, I won't keep you for long. Just have a question, is all,\" she said, lifting a leg to grab and massage her ebony pads, squeezing a toe hard enough for four inches claws to emerge out of their sheath. \"I still have no clue how to control my claws. They come out and tuck in at random time intervals. They don't get blunt, right? I applied for several enhancements in my file that--\"\n\n\"No, they won't get blunt, kitty. Just have mercy on whatever floor you're scratching.\"\n\n\"Oh, thanks. Feels weird to walk on bare feet, but I can't stand shoes either due to my claws situation. What about heat? I forgot when it's supposed to come, and I woke up wet for three days in a row now.\"\n\nDoran remained stern as ever, while a fierce blush speckled Alex' cheeks. He couldn't contain his grin, nor suppress his chuckle that earned him Ayara's attention.\n\n\"Oh, look, somebody who skipped sexual education and hasn't seen a real cunt in his life.\"\n\n\"Ayara, I can't tell you much without visiting the lab. Make an appointment to your desired lab or visit any of the twenty-seven labs. They'll give you a more accurate answer than I can.\"\n\n\"Nah, fuck it, got my survival week starting today. If something happens and the urge kicks in full force, I'll mate with a feral or something. That sounds delightfully taboo.\"\n\nShe left without waiting for Enara's reply, waggling her fluffy rump, clumps of wet fur noticeable between her thighs, yet not a trace of her lips. For a snow leopard, the thick fur was better than clothing, and felt more natural to them as well.\n\nThe trio continued their way through the maze of trees that guided them around. Although holo tech had its ups, it became very drab very quick, regardless of the thousands of themes Gintec came up with for daily entertainment. They couldn't realistically rely on aesthetics to hide what was basically a glorified bunker, one that probably had low ceiling and tight pathways to conserve space for the tens of thousands of rooms located on the floors above. If a natural disaster occurred on the surface, every company savvy enough to had invested into underground space was ready to reap off the benefits of housing rich, desperate folk. How quaint.\n\nIt must had been Alex' lucky day, for he had yet to spot a species that would make his jaw drop. Most of the clients chose to transform into aesthetically pleasing predators, preferring canines, big cats, dragons, birds of prey and gryphons. Alex did spot a ferret though, several species of herbivores, mostly deer and antelopes, and a great deal of avians, the allure of flight too hard to resist for many.\n\nThe trip through nature's bosom ended after Enara used her access card on another one of those blast doors. This one opened into a square-shaped room, with the nerdy lion from Enara's hologram sitting at a desk on the opposite end, beside another door above which sat the number 1418.\n\n\"Greetings Ethan. Got everything ready for me?\"\n\n\"Yep, just like you wanted. Only need them to sign enough papers until their wrists ache, and then some.\"\n\nHe summoned two bundles from under the desk, packed into neat folders that Enara opened and thrust a pen on top of the clause-filled page.\n\n\"Get to it, gentlemen.\"\n\nDoran walked to the desk with practiced confidence, grabbing the pen and flicking through the pages like a veritable bureaucrat, signing without reading a damn word. That only served to stir Alex' anxiety. Tremors of doubt began to shake his frame, cold sweat oozing through his skin and palms. The pen wriggled in his slick grip as he tried to grab it in a way that allowed him to point through the rows of too small, too compact text.\n\nThe first page was filled with generic stuff that had already been filled by him and Doran beforehand, like place of birth, age, yadda yadda. The second was a mountain of transformation-related complications that may arise. Alex skipped this gloomy part, jumping to the third page that dealt with the human rights the anthro and feral forms retained.\n\nHis breath stuck in his throat. Why was this page here? Didn't anthros and ferals possess the same rights? After all, they shared equal levels of intelligence. Why the separate fields? And did the feral one had fewer paragraphs?\n\n\"Sign,\" Doran said, leaning against the desk, watching him with that hard, imposing gaze. \"It'll take you days to read stuff you already know, days that can be spent progressing through our transformation.\"\n\n\"I--I just want to take a look at--make sure I'm not--\"\n\n\"Sign,\" Doran repeated. \"Just sign the papers man. You had twenty years to dwell on this moment. Not one, not five, not ten. Twenty.\" He made a show of showing his stretched fingers, twice, to emphasize his point. Alex remained unconvinced, so Doran sucked in a deep breath and continued with a milder tone.\n\n\"This is what you want, and this is what you and I will go through. So sign and don't pretend twenty years haven't been enough for you to make up your mind.\"\n\nHe was right. When faced with his dream, laid out before him in a visual form, Alex had no reason to delay things any further. So, he signed, just like Doran had asked him to, scribbling his name on twenty or so pages before handing his folder to Ethan, who stashed them in a drawer.\n\n\"More intense than jerking off, eh?\" He tried to joke, but nobody smiled. He took the cue to return to his computer, while Alex and Doran followed Enara inside the room.\n\n\"You'll have your privacy, of course. Everything's operated by our tech specialists and Ethan, so you won't have anyone barge in during the gene therapy, unless absolutely necessary.\"\n\n\"She means those perverted scientists aren't going to gape at our boners while we have our fun with the virtual reality module. Trust me, imagination is a powerful, powerful thing,\" Doran said while moving around the room, glancing at the dim lights of the ceiling, at the blank walls, and finally, at the fancy ass lounging chairs, one on the left, the other on the right.\n\nThey certainly resembled that look, white and puffy, covered with clean sheets, and even a blanket on top.\n\n\"Science sure progressed,\" Alex noted. \"Pay a fuckton of money to sleep in a bed.\"\n\n\"It's effective. Would you rather lie down for several days on metallic contraptions and have various wires and tubes assault you, like they did Neo in Matrix Revolutions?\"\n\n\"Wait, several days?\" Cold, dreaded doubt already began coursing through Alex' veins, his heart beats picking up. \"Isn't this like, a day tops?\"\n\n\"You won't notice the passing of time. That's what the VR module is for, to keep the stress level of the body and the mind minimal while the gene therapy and the nanobot transfer are underway. You will also be injected with a behavioral inhibitor, as agreed beforehand--\"\n\n\"Enara, last I recall, you were supposed to assist us, not blabber about the procedure. We're here, we're committed, so let's do this,\" Doran said.\n\n\"Wait wait wait, behavioral what now?\" Alex shared a look with Doran, but his unreadable expression offered him little comfort.\n\n\"It's nothing to worry about. A fluke meant to keep your feral side in check, regulate the influence of hormones and that sort of stuff,\" Doran explained before Enara had the chance to. \"Don't want the dragoness to take over while you're still a human. That can spell disaster with a capital D. \"\n\nIt made sense, when Doran put it this way, though icy sweat still coated Alex' palms. He wiped them on his jeans, took a deep breath, and strolled over to his seat...bed...whatever the fuck this was.\n\nEnara stepped next to him. \"Lie on your back for a few moments, so that the insertions go as planned. That's all you have to do. As soon as the device registers your weight distributed accordingly, the machines are going to handle the rest. It won't even sting.\"\n\nOh boy...he suspected that the round, metallic disc around the bed and above him wasn't just for show. Some robotic shit would come out as soon as he lounged on his back, and it would probably hurt a great deal, unless they had painkillers to dull the discomfort.\n\nFuck. He had always pondered on this very moment, but nothing had prepared him for this.\n\n\"Is this room watched?\"\n\nDoran's question took Enara aback. \"Uh, no. We value our customers' privacy. Only your vitals will be monitored, and intervention only happens if a patient requires it.\"\n\n\"And am I correct in assuming the door on the far left is a bathroom?\"\n\n\"Yes. After we bring you out of the VR simulation, you can take some time to stretch your limbs. 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Forward Note: Hello there beloved readers. I invite you to join me on this attempt at a more realistic take on human to dragon transformation. It's a fantasy we have all dabbled in at some point, and for me, this was enough to spur my creativity into conceiving this work. Before I unveil the description, I should let you know that this isn't a particularly dark novel. An apt term to describe it is 'realistic' where rewards don't come without struggles. And finally, here is the description of the whole novel.
Description: Every geek has dreamt of becoming a dragon, but for Alex and Doran, their fantasy is within reach, presuming they undergo the laborious transformation procedure to attain their desired bodies. For Doran, an anthro transformation is just a matter of tweaking his existing feature, but Alex' future gains a grim tint when the difficulties of a feral transformation put him onto his fours...literally! With his voice thickening into unintelligible growls and his hands twisted into three-toed, useless paws, he must either cling onto his faltering humanity in the hope of regaining it, or embrace the winds of change before they blow him into ever darkening horizons.
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===Fated Scales Ch1: Day of the Dragon ===
Alex felt sick due to nerves on the day he was to take the first step in becoming a dragon. The constant striding through his house added to his sudden bursts of nausea. They happened out of the blue, at random intervals, the weight of today pressing onto his chest with cold, ethereal fingers. A film of sweat coated his brow, his breath labored from the constant back and forth movement.
Stress. He hated it. But at the same time, he had to make sure his house wouldn't explode while he underwent the necessary preparations to enjoy his new life at the expense of a downright bothersome stomach ache.
He double-checked the kitchen first. Fridge was empty, stove turned off, everything unplugged. Living room was next. Clothes piled on his couch, a mountain of them, too daunting for him to do something about them. Too unimportant as well. He left them as they were, too much of a chore to take care of right now, and instead went to the bedroom to check for something better suited for today than a denim jacket and a star wars themed T-shirt. The lab that Doran collaborated with in order to make his dream happen belonged to Gintec, some fancy pricks with questionable morality and highly critical, affiliated with Doran's conglomerate, Mardo Corp.
It wasn't really his; at least not yet, but Doran had already become CTO by the age of thirty-three, and his demeanor sure helped put him up on that much deserved pedestal, that of a cold and calculated killer. Good thing the only thing he had the tendency of killing was people's mood.
Keep moving. He'll be here any minute now, Alex thought. His guts protested with a nasty lurch. He heaved in an attempt to keep his breakfast where it belonged. Although he won this battle, it was but a small victory for a disheveled mind that kept changing thoughts every couple of seconds. Somehow, without even knowing how, when and why, Alex ended in front of the mirror, in the bathroom, half-naked but for the white boxers he wore, fingers pressed against his jaw.
Right. Shaving. That was it. Important thing, to be sure, which took more time than he had at his disposal. Both him and Doran had a strict appointment to follow, and the efforts his best friend had employed to get them this appointed convinced Alex that he had no time to fuck around.
Besides, he didn't look that bad, nor was he one to give looks more importance than they deserved. As a web designer and an artist at heart, he preferred to mess up his short, light brown hair until, by some miracle of chance, it looked presentable. Unlike Doran's smoothly shaved face, stubble always seemed to cover Alex' chin, reflecting his laziness spot-on, and the faint traces of the moustache forking above his lips gave him a manlier appearance than he first suspected. In contrast with his light colored and rather thin eyebrows, his cerulean eyes sparkled with dazzling intensity, and his broad smile had that innate warmth and friendliness to it that every telemarketer envied. Too bad people had the tendency to bring him out of his element to such extent he felt physically sick at times.
His pale skin screamed one too many missed tanning sessions at Doran's salon. The patches of hair on his slender chest always made him feel self-conscious, and the slim constitution that he had done nothing to preserve gave him an extra reason to skip the morning workout session.
That was Alex' superpower. No matter how much he ate, he never seemed to get fat, even though he seldom jogged or did more than lift the TV remote or masturbate, which was the most intensive workout his thin arms tended to get.
He shrugged at his simplistic looks, nodded in acceptance, and went to grab a white, long sleeved shirt over which he threw a blue jacket to go with his eyes.
The phone he had left on the table rang just as he began pulling up his jeans, the heavy-metal ringtone so loud he yelped. Rather than put Doran on hold, Alex buckled up his belt, equipped a pair of sneakers, and swallowed hard to wet his parched throat before answering.
"I'm almost done," he rasped.
"Is it the ten minutes almost done, or the one hour almost done?" Doran's smooth, nonchalant voice rang into his ear.
"Fuck," Alex mouthed silently as he looked back and forth, entirely convinced that ten minutes simply wouldn't cut it. "The twenty minutes one."
"Twenty. No more, but less is recommended. I'll be waiting up front."
With that, Doran ended the call, leaving Alex with a pounding heart and a blank mind. He had so many things left to do, and yet, he had no clue what they were.
"The PC," he whispered under his breath, turning on his rig and rapping his fingers on his wooden desk while the operating system booted up.
Good. Empty Hard-disk, nothing on it, just like Doran had requested of him. After all, Doran paid thrice his regular web designer rates, so when his best friend had asked Alex to wipe out his HDD, he did it in a heartbeat, no questions asked, not a trace of guilt. Not like he was going to return here, or work on a computer for that matter.
Or maybe I will. Feral dragons retain their intelligence, and their toes are rather similar to fingers, with a few minor exceptions, Alex thought. More and more knots formed within his stomach, his adrenaline levels spiking, same for his nausea. It had been his childhood dream, to become a feral dragon, and after twenty years, it was finally happening.
Why the fuck did he feel like puking instead of throwing his fists into the air? Scumbag brain!
To keep himself distracted, Alex stormed from one room to the other, making sure everything was in order before finally locking the door and climbing into the excruciatingly slow elevator of his apartment building. The whirring of gears dwarfed the tapping of his foot, forcing his mind back to the topic at hand.
A fancy lab with crazy tech and stern, silent people who'd stare him down with the authority of fate itself. Gene therapy. Nanobots. Transformation. Not only for him, but for the myriad of other customers they had. Politicians, rich kids, probably drug lords too. Whoever had the money, had the power, and Gintec catered to all sorts of individuals.
Transformation. Irreversible change. Becoming a dragon, an intelligent beast, through an excruciatingly slow process.
Unexpected complications. Unexpected consequences. Losing one's humanity.
No. He would retain that, the only truly important thing Alex had, the one before which the allure of a dragon's superior senses and intellect faltered, turned dim and insignificant. They wouldn't do much good to him if instinct overpowered his rational side.
Alex let out a drawn-out sigh, sweeping a hand through his short, rebellious locks, then shuffling his hands, overly impatient to get this show on the road and escape the prison that his human body was.
Doran's limo was parked in the front, black and elegant, a rare beauty adding color to a wan, decrepit neighborhood. A door glided upwards, various aromatic scents wafting from within. Alex climbed into it, reaching for the handle to shut the door, and grasping bare air in the process.
There was no handle.
"Fuck. I keep forgetting you've a spaceship for a car."
"Forgetting happens. The same can't be said for your hard drive, right?"
"Nah, that's solved, it's good, I'm solid, all done and accounted for," Alex said, shuffling onto the spacious bench to make himself comfortable. It was clad in dark velvet, the limo's interior looking more like a tiny corner of paradise than the interior of a vehicle. A small, mahogany table sat between him and Doran, already filled with tiny cups and bigger glasses. Doran grabbed a glass filled with a rich, red wine, swishing it while his dark eyes stared Alex down.
"Good. My guys made sure your other guys and nonexistent friends aren't going to worry about you anymore." That being said, he raised the glass and tilted his head forward. "Screw Alex the hobo. Let's make room for Alex the dragoness. Wait. That's a terrible name."
He leaned back onto the bench, tapping the crystal side of the glass with his thumb. "Alyreth. That's a better name." His gaze sought Alex, its depth even more unnerving than before. "You like it?"
"Yeah, that's cool. It's a cool name. New body, new identity, right? So uh, let's..." Alex mumbled, rubbing the bridge of his nose. The smell of alcohol further upset his stomach. He shook his head when Doran offered him a drink, so his friend grabbed and downed a shot of strong, shimmering yellow liquid in one gulp, whatever the fuck that was, keeping the wine for later.
"That's some very expensive wine I uncorked to mark the occasion. The more you stare at it, the more its aroma lessens." Doran straightened his back, leaned into the couch-sofa type of thing his limo was equipped with, and released a long sigh. "Thought you'll be more excited about this. Or at least pretend to. Who, in this whole wide world, can honestly say that they have accomplished their dream? That they are, unequivocally, happy?"
"I am excited. This is how excitement feels to me. Sweating like an asshole and being on the verge of throwing my guts up. Are we..." Alex turned around, but could see nothing through the black windows. "Are we even moving?"
"Yes we are," Doran said, sprawling over the bench, sofa, or whatever that lavish thing could be called. "Stop fretting. Make yourself comfortable. You're making me feel antsy as well."
"I can't feel it. I can't--how can you know we're moving?" He darted towards the other window, running his hands across the interior of the vehicle's door in search of a button that could at least lower the window, turn it transparent, or something.
"We are moving. Hovering, in fact. And stop touching my car, you bloody pervert."
"Okay, fine. Not like this can be called a car. More like a spaceship or something," Alex said. He knew the so called hovering had something to do with magnetism or some sort of complex shit that Doran had high chances to lecture him on, so he decided to remain silent for the time being and make himself comfortable.
Or so he tried, but the dim lights bothered him to no end. He had to ask.
"And what's up with the gloomy ambiance?"
"It's not gloomy. Transparent windows are a thing of the evening, while dark ones suit the morning better."
"Why? So people can't see you drinking at nine freaking AM?"
"People can't see a damn thing anyway, other than a reflection of their own ugly mugs. I like my privacy, and I made sure that not even my driver hears or sees what happens in the back. Speaking of which, I got some dragon erotica if you ever feel like relieving some tension."
"I think I'll pass."
"You sure?" Doran grabbed a vial this time, a cloudy, vermilion, thin liquid trapped within it. He only drank half, grimacing, only for his features to turn stern in an instant. "You have eighteen more days left to enjoy your cock before it turns into a veritable cunt. Make the best of it while it lasts. I also got some these penetrables that mirror a dragoness' orgasm if you're good enough to get them there. You can give one a try, assuming you last long enough to know the difference between my toys and the usual softcore crap you're using."
"Dude, I can't even get it up, much less give your weird, sentient toy the time of its cybernetic life."
"Suit yourself. We got drinks, we got privacy, we have each other. What you don't have is time as a human. Thought you'll consider bidding your cock a proper goodbye, at least."
"Yeah, that's not--that's not how I do things."
"That's it, isn't it Alex? You don't do things. Others do them for you." Doran opened his mouth to say more, but instead, he licked his lips and thrust a condemning finger at Alex. "You'll make an excellent pet!"
A pet? He wasn't going to be a pet! Companion was the word. Dragoness companion, equal to Doran in rights, status, everything. Pointing that out felt like the sensible thing to do, but an argument would only make the trip to the lab that much more difficult to bear. Besides, Doran was well aware Alex would be his companion. He just had weird hobbies, like spewing forth these dry teases and turning his vehicles into flying, gloomy houses.
Alex couldn't really fault him for that, or for sheltering himself behind dark, impenetrable windows. If the media caught wind of Doran chilling during one of his free days, they would spin a tale about him driving and drinking while stroking one off, all at the same time. Though, knowing Doran, he would find a way to keep those mouths silent before they even spoke. He had his ways, Doran, along with an intensity in his eyes that still chilled Alex whenever his eyes settled on his best friend.
At times, one could read the ambition plastered upon Doran's face, if they looked hard enough. He had those hard and firm features, intimidating almost, befitting his status. His jawline was firm, gently curved, ending with a perfect, angular chin, smooth like a baby's bottom. He also had a nose so straight and elegant it got him on magazine covers multiple times and sharp, dark colored eyes, the coal black pools unfathomable in their intensity. His thick eyebrows gave him a somewhat fierce appearance, the short-cropped hair emphasizing his broad, smooth brow, the mark of a genius, as Alex' mom used to say.
If Doran hated one thing, that was grooming his hair. As such, he kept it swept back most of the time, the hair gel giving it a neat sheen. Even his ears looked fair, the right size and shape, his thick neck and broad shoulders complimenting his damn fine looks. Although Doran dedicated a portion of his daily schedule to workout, his body didn't ripple with muscle; he was the lean but strong type, and a huge fan of business attires at that. He owned a wide array of suits and ties, but today, he stuck to the cornflower blue tie speckled with white dots, a plain checkered shirt and a dark grey suit with hints of silver threading.
Damn you Doran, how can you control your damn emotions so well? Alex thought. Sweat seemed to ooze from every pore of his body. He kept shifting on his makeshift sofa, scratched his hair, bit at his lips, even rubbed his chin, rolling his fingertips through the thin stubble and scratching at it.
What if something went wrong? What if his body somehow rejected the gene therapy? Or maybe the nanobots would be faulty, unable to handle the rest of his transformation. He would then be stuck in a grotesque form, half man half dragon, locked in Doran's basement day and night, unable to grasp, scratch, or even move due to his twisted finger-talons.
"Have a drink," Doran urged, grabbing a shot of whatever and wiggling it for emphasis. "It'll help. You're not getting fucking married. It's just a few hours spent in a lab."
"Thought it was supposed to be days."
"That is, indeed, the total duration of the process, but the VR module will take care of that. You'll wake up as if from a dream, up and ready to continue your dull existence. So grab a shot. Gulp it down. Trust me, it will help."
"Help making me puke, you mean. I can't. I'm just...tell me how everything's going to work again."
Doran pursed his lips. "I can turn the limo around. Just say that you're not prepared for this and we'll leave it for another time."
Ice formed within Alex' veins, his eyes bulging to the size of soccer balls. "No, no," he said, thrusting a hand forward in sheer desperation. "I'm...I want to do this, I really do. It's done. It's settled. It's what we both agreed to--w..what we committed to. We go through with it, together, yes?"
"Then keep your cool. This isn't some lab experiment where they require human volunteers. You know the sort of things Gintec does for Mardo Corp."
He knew enough to understand that they didn't transform just anybody into dragons, and that they were the only lab with the necessary tech to provide feral transformations. Doran had had to pull a loooot of strings to get permission for such intricate transformation, and it was this one in a lifetime opportunity that unnerved Alex. He wanted it, more than anything, but Doran was going to become an anthro, whereas he was going to turn into an animal of sorts. With full human rights, the intellect of one, and the ability to communicate through sign and body language, to be sure, but an animal nevertheless. When he'd be walked in a leash one year from now, the simpletons in the park would crouch, pet him, and tell him what a good dragon he was, oblivious to his hidden capabilities.
"Listen," Alex said, shuffling his hands, fingers stiff and frozen with pent-up anxiety. "I've been waiting twenty years for this. Just wanna make sure we have everything under control, with no surprises to...uh, surprise us along the way."
Doran quirked an eyebrow.
"I mean, feral dragons....they do have rights, yes? They're not just...plain pets, to be equipped with a collar, be petted, praised, and all that. I'm going to...going to be your mate, and for me to be your mate, I'll have to have equal status." He put it plainly, even though legislation was not his strong suite.
"Yes, they do have rights," Doran said. He took a sip of sweet red, licked his lips, and continued. "We're best friends, pal. We're going to be equals. Mates. This is more than just a transformation. It's an opportunity to forge bonds deeper than our human minds can comprehend."
This exact thought process was the one that had gotten Alex excited about this in the first place. To truly be in a relationship with Doran, he had to not only become someone else, but something else entirely.
And, whatever happened, Alex knew, deep down in his heart, that Doran would always take care of him. He'd always love and protect Alex, even more so as a female. Being his mate, his equal-- stoked Alex' enthusiasm, pushing back his nausea and putting half a smile on his face.
"At least I'll be able to lick my cunt whenever I feel like. It's not too late to consider a feral transformation yourself and taste your own spunk and junk."
"One of us has to work, pal. Can't really do my stuff with clawed toes, growling commands around and requiring human or anthro staff to open doors for me/"
That reminded Alex the extent of Doran's kindness. He wasn't just a friend, but a provider, and the most loyal person he had ever met. His words warmed his frigid frame, instilling confidence into his racing heart.
"Right, right," Alex said, looking over the drinks, almost tempted to grab one. "Better not leave me wanting while in season, though I suppose things between us would get weird long before that."
"They already are. I'll be your master, you'll be my pet, and we're both looking forward to it," Doran said, raising a glass in a toast-like fashion. "To new and scaly lives."
Alex bowed his head in acknowledgment. "To a painless transition into the dream that's waiting for us."
His stomach sank at that, trepidation creeping up his limbs and torso once again. Before he could lick his cunt, he had to undergo that lengthy procedure, for which even Doran took two months off. More so, his friend rented a house god knows where, in the heart of the forest, meant to give them the necessary silence and space to undergo the transformation, away from judgmental and racist humans. He claimed a stress-free environment sped up the transformation by up to fifty percent, but Alex always suspected there was more to it than Doran mentioned. This guy--he had never taken such long break from work before. Somebody of his station didn't simply vanish for two months.
"So uhm..." he began, licking his parched lips to wet them. "The transformation."
"What about it?"
"Just...run me through it again. Just to make sure I know how to handle myself."
Instead of frowning or throwing him a sarcastic comment, Doran simply shrugged and sprawled back into his velvet bench. "Everything's already handled. You will have to sign some papers for formality's sake, we get into this specifically designed room, lie into the most comfortable chair ever and enjoy some time in VR while they inject us with the nanobots and go through the gene therapy. The gene therapy is the more grueling process, but the VR is going to keep your brain busy, and once the seed of change has been planted, the nanobots will take over and supervise the changes."
Gene therapy. Nanobots. Virtual Reality. Fear crawled under Alex' skin just by thinking of it. "How long are we going to lie there?"
"As long as it's necessary," Doran answered in that nonchalant way of his.
"What if I need to poop?"
"You won't even realize you pooped while in VR."
"So I'll just wake up with shite up my pants?"
"No, you won't. They will monitor our body's activity with pinpoint accuracy and handle our needs. Just because you don't know it happens, doesn't mean it doesn't happen. This isn't the sort of technology that is widely available to the public. Keep that in mind."
Dear Doran, always telling Alex what to do, how to behave, treating him more like a pet than a human being. How ironic, that his most effective way to tease Alex summed up their relationship in the most accurate of ways.
"If it's so fancy, why do we have to agonize for months before being fully transformed? This is bullshit man!"
Doran casually placed his glass on the table, then pressed a button that caused it to fold and disappear god knows where. "This isn't a cartoon or anime. If you want things to go flawlessly, you need to have patience and endure a bit of discomfort. Sure, instant transformations are possible, but they are a one-way trip to become a mindless beast. That's not what you signed up for, is it? You want more from your dragoness life than just eat, fly, shit, play, sleep."
A drawn-out sigh escaped Alex. Only a few hours had passed since he woke up, and he already felt exhausted. "Fine, just...promise me I won't live the next month in unbearable agony."
"The nanobots have pain suppressers and all manner of chemicals that will lessen any possible discomfort. It's not torture, but don't expect it to be easy. No great victory had ever been achieved without sacrifice. If you believe in your dream, then you'll do everything it takes to see it fulfilled."
If only Alex felt equally fulfilled. Everything he did had started and ended with Doran. Do this for Doran's sake. Take advantage of Doran's kindness. Respect Doran's wishes. Follow Doran's guidance. Doran knew best, Doran had wealth, influence, and power. Somewhere, somehow, everything became about Doran, and Alex always buried that thought at the back of his mind, pushing it back whenever it resurfaced. He didn't want to seem ungrateful--or worse, a rebel.
And now, it all came down to this, to the transformation looming ahead of him. Alex desired it with all his heart, but he wouldn't have taken this leap forward just to indulge in his own personal fantasy. He did it for Doran, and now, so close to the Gintec facility, backing away was no longer an option. Whatever consequences this decision sprouted, Alex would have to accept and live with them for the rest of his life.
For the rest of the journey, Alex stared at the immaculate black window on his left. That deep shade mirrored the emptiness growing within his stomach, a metaphorical black hole that sucked in his happiness, replacing it with doubt, even regret.
Why did this feeling of defeat overtake him before the transformation even began?
It's because of how little control I have over it, Alex realized. Once it starts, it starts. Nothing is going to bring me back to my human self.
There wasn't much Alex liked about his human self; he hated it, in fact, to be a helpless weakling that bore the looks of a hobo. It was the form he grew familiar with, however; a safe form, one that didn't require him to turn his life upside down before he finally reaped the benefits.
"We've arrived at the destination, sir," the driver said with a pristine british accent.
"Why did you hire a british driver?" Alex asked, a bit puzzled. He liked Frank, the guy who cracked the occasional your mother joke just to spite Doran.
"Because they're the best at what they do," Doran said, stepping out of the vehicle. Alex followed him, whistling in surprise at the platinum-colored dome that sprawled in front of them, surrounded by thick, broad arches made of a similarly curious metal.
"Doesn't feel like a comfortable place to live in. Bet it feels worse than a tin can during the summer."
"That's the point of it," a feminine voice came from the left, mingled with a sharp hiss or growl, and definitely british. Why so many brits, all of a sudden?
Alex turned to face her, and had to bite back a gasp when azure scales met his gaze.
A dragoness, with a chest so flat Alex almost gasped in surprise. It looked so...so...exotic, to put it nicely.
"It's a solar reactor; it's supposed to get hot. Same can't be said for you during the first month of the transformation. You're quite bold, to go for a feral transformation, and a dragoness at that." Her pink, forked tongue dashed over her slim, triangular muzzle, her amber eyes switching to Doran, pupils shaped into narrow slits.
"You're thirteen minutes late."
"Thirteen minutes and thirty seconds late, now that you keep us waiting. Lead on, and give my buddy a tour of the facility. He's a bit apprehensive about this, and seeing some other scalies and furries will do him good."
"I don't--I'm not..." Alex tried to protest, but found it hard to focus with a dragoness staring him down, especially one as alluring as....
"Enara," she said, stretching forth her hand. "And you must be Alex."
His skin felt clammy against her pebbly hide, but Alex gave her a firm shake either way. At least his hands wouldn't sweat anymore after he would become a dragoness as well.
"Yep, here to join the ranks of the dragonesses."
"Mrarr, you don't say. I also believe the first thing you'll do as a feral is inspect your gender, of course."
"Eat it, more like," Doran added, making Alex swerve his head towards him to give him that puzzled frown of his.
"How naïve of him," Enara purred. "Of course, that's just your human mind trying to see the upside of it, but mating will be the last thing to grace your mind, sweetheart. The first and the most difficult step of the transformation is getting used to being called a--"
"Enara, let's leave the transformation conversation for after the gene therapy. Please, let us proceed."
"Right," she said, emphasizing the R due to her draconic tongue. "If you would follow me then." Those glistening fangs probably made it tricky to talk, even though her body had that characteristic anthro look to it.
Enara had a slender, agile build, with soft, elegant features and petite dark horns that curled inwardly across her skull and raised midway to point towards the sky. Her white, scientist's robe had exits specifically design to leave wiggle room for her impressive wings, the smooth membrane covering them bearing a lighter shade of blue. Black claws and talons sprouted from the end of her toes and fingers, her shins covered with broader scales compared to the thin ones layering her sturdy paws.
Both Doran and Alex fell in behind her. Alex' gaze lingered on her tail for a few moments, noticing how the scales turned smaller and finer towards the tapered tail tip. He would have a tail as well. Same for Doran. An extra limb that he definitely looked forward to control.
The facility didn't look like much on the outside. The solar reactor sat in the middle of the god damn desert, surrounded by a regular, metallic fence outside of which grew cacti and shrubs. Past them, nothing but desolation.
Why the secrecy? Didn't Gintec own multiple labs across the continent?
Then, it struck him. Feral transformations--they weren't exactly a thing. The government frowned upon them, and many people considered them taboo. In a world that barely began to accept gene therapy and pets of all sizes and species that sometimes trumped the intelligence of their owners, it must've been difficult for Doran to cheat the system.
"Here. Sit next to me. The only way to get into the facility is by invitation only."
Both of the males sat on each of Enara's sides as she pulled back her sleeve to reveal some sort of smart watch. She typed in a code, and the floor lurched. A thin yelp broke past Alex' tightly sealed lips, making Doran chuckle and Enara giggle while they descended into a veritable abyss.
"How cute, a virgin when it comes to Gintec labs. That's the sound all newcomers make, and it always gets me," Enara said, turning towards Doran. "Makes me wonder what other things you haven't told him."
Doran shrugged his shoulders. "And give him reason to complain and get cold feet? No thanks."
F--fucking Doran! If Alex' head wasn't spinning due to the velocity of the descent, he would have said a thing or two about his mother. Fortunately for him, the elevator stopped in the nick of time, a glass door sliding open to invite them into a bright, narrow, and empty corridor. The harsh, white light had a tint of blue in it. It stung Alex' eyes, the white walls adding to the bleak look of the facility. He had to squint as he shuffled after Enara, who stopped both of them by stretching her wings to the side to form a makeshift barrier.
"Before we proceed, consider keeping a low profile. No staring at the others who undergo transformation. No comments, and definitely no gasping, whistling, or whatever you horny boys tend to do when you see a glimpse of cunt. Most of our customers tend to be...well..."
"Over-emotional and self-conscious furries who believe their life will change for the best if their form matches their soul," Doran said, winking at Alex. "Yep. We fit the bill. Sort of."
Enara opened her muzzle, then closed it, folding her wings, signaling them to follow her.
"So much for chivalry. You should have allowed the lady to speak her mind," Alex whispered to Doran, who retained his impassive expression.
"I already heard enough to make an educated guess on what was going to follow. We know each other. Better than I'd like, in fact," Doran said.
"And why is that?" Enara inquired with that musical voice of hers, tilting her head towards Alex. "Is it because of him?"
"What does this have to do with him? He's a third party, isn't he?"
"That makes it even better. He might learn a thing or two in the process, which will come in handy later on. Besides, there's nothing wrong with being a messy eater, mrarr. Dessert does taste delicious."
Her playful eyes gave Alex pause. Whatever dessert she spoke of, it clearly didn't refer to cake or pie, but a more intimate, juicy one.
He looked from side to side, trying his hardest to fight back the heat rising within his cheeks. The walls were empty, however. Not a painting to glance at and pretend he didn't pay attention to the discussion.
Doran strode on Alex' right, staring ahead, only the thumps of boots and the pitter patter of Enara's talons sounding in the corridor. Although this silence unnerved Alex, Doran seemed to relish it, not even ruffled about Enara being on the verge of spilling a secret that he might not have wanted Alex to hear.
"I don't think you have finished your thought, Enara. Don't be a filthy quitter now. Tell him everything, before curiosity gives him a stroke." This was one of those situations where Doran either urged Enara on through a friendly jape, or wanted to cut her head off for letting out information that wasn't hers to give.
Enara, of course, fell for it. Seems she didn't know Doran that well after all...
"Well, it all started with an innocent dinner, but Doran wanted to taste more than Italian cuisine. If I had known what to expect, I would have brought some napkins with me. A dragoness' climax can be ...as intense as a volcanic eruption at times."
Enara seemed so proud of it. She had a spring in her steps, and her tail tip swiveled from side to side with pent-up excitement.
A shudder ran through Alex, the ominous sort that made him ill at ease with the situation. Doran--he was a private person, the sort that only ever opened to Alex. He hadn't told him of Enara, so he most certainly didn't like hearing her brag about their encounter.
"Bittersweet fragrance. Smooth, rich, enough to get your blood boiling. No wonder they call it the nectar of the gods," Doran leaned over to whisper in Alex' ear before striding to join Enara. "I'm glad you brought this up. I usually share my most intimate details with Alex, but this one escaped me."
He wrapped an arm over her petite shoulder, giving Alex a brief side look, the sort that froze the marrow within one's bones.
"Your enthusiasm intrigues me, Enara. Must have been the first time when a man suckled your clit until you sprawled all over the bathroom floor, moaning, panting, and drooling like a dog in heat. Makes me wonder if Alex is the only person who hears this astonishing tale of unbridled passion."
"Oh please," she said, flicking a hand. "I know how to keep a secret. Besides, you're fantastic with your tongue and even better with your manhood, but hardly the only man who invited me to a dinner with sex on the side."
"You were wet. You weren't wearing panties. I wanted to give you a hand, but you only settled for both tongue and cock. That's what I call an adventurous woman," Doran said, his voice hardening a tad, just like his clutch on her shoulder. "Keep bragging about the dinners where pleasure is the main course, and you may find yourself giving pleasure for a living. You know what they say about doing the thing you love the most for money. It's almost poetic."
Doran kissed her on the neck, withdrew his arm and straightened his shoulders, restoring his usual poise, as if nothing happened.
Enara had a layers over layers of dragon scales, but they failed to protect her from Doran's sharp words. Although she did a good job at maintaining her composure, Alex noticed the way her lips twitched. She blinked too fast for comfort, as if trying to wake up from a nightmare, and kept fondling her smart watch, bringing up a hologram of an anthro lion. He was a young one, with a short, light colored mane and jittery eyes.
"Prepare room 1418. Initiate the VR modules. Set the corresponding timers as we've agreed before, and make sure the proper parameters have been set for the gene therapy."
"Sure thing. Done it already. Are they the two--"
"Yes they are. Get to work." That said, she closed the connection and rushed forward to open a metallic door using her access card.
"We're a few minutes behind. I'll give Alex a tour some other time."
She wasn't going to wiggle her way out of this. Alex almost found it hard to watch, if he hadn't seen this happening more than a dozen times already. Doran was a predator, not prey, and he smelled apprehension better than sharks sensed blood.
He caught her wrist, presenting her with a charming smile. "On the contrary. We have plenty of time. What's half an hour more when we're already late?"
Enara dipped her head, stuffing the security card back into her chest pocket. "As you wish."
She walked past the triple-reinforced metal gate, nodding to the side to a single guard that was too busy browsing his phone to notice Alex and Doran.
"That one was human," Alex said under his breath after he walked up to Doran.
"Keen eyes, not so sharp intuition. This is a facility, not a furry and scaly playground. Not everybody's excited to embrace superior forms, even if they get them at great discounts if you ask me," Doran explained.
The thrill returned to Alex, invigorating his senses, giving him ample reason to look forward to becoming a dragon himself. He was one of the privileged few to get a feral transformation, mostly thanks to Doran's generosity and efforts. His friend could have easily coerced him into picking an anthro form and avoid stepping into the grey area of the law, but that wasn't Doran's style. The man reveled in challenges; he considered them the key to personal development, even though the means used to win his conquests sometimes troubled Alex. Enara was one such example, a woman too easily seduced by Doran's charm, now forced to play a part in his elaborate game.
Maybe I'm a pawn, just like her, Alex mused, that thought leaving his mind as soon as the song of birds greeted his ears.
"The Biodome," Enara said, resting her paws on the glass wall standing between them and the blueprint of what was basically a mixture of various environments. "Split into thirty-nine sectors, each representing an ecosystem on its own. We use the latest technology to provide an experience identical to that of the world above us to the plants and animals within."
It looked like a clusterfuck from above. A downright impressive clusterfuck. Alex felt tiny before the immensity of the bio-dome, an ant that somehow stumbled into a mansion too big for his limited mind.
It didn't even look like a dome; more like a mini continent, with actual hills, mountains, lakes, and everything else, at a smaller scale, but still an accurate replica of the real world. He suspected that, although everything looked like staring through a glass window from up here, the inhabitants downstairs had sun and stars and clouds to glance at, courtesy of terra forming technology that even small corporations got their hands on to make the life underground a more hospitable place.
An Earth within an Earth within an Earth within an Earth. Just thinking of it boggled Alex' mind, proving to him once again that his life as a web designer was the blandest and most boring shit ever.
"Wonderful setup you have in here. Should a nuclear war start, the dudes below can continue their transformation in peace and quiet. Why do we even need the surface when everything down there looks so bloody cozy?"
Enara smiled wryly at Doran's rhetorical question. "The bio-dome isn't self-sustainable. It's just a playground for the customers who wish to test their forms in realistic environments, interact with wild species, and if they so wish, pay to survive down there, in the wilderness."
"Pay to put your life at risk," Alex tested out that thought. "That has to be the most ridiculous thing I have ever heard."
"A few decades spent in an office, and you'd understand," Doran said, patting Alex on the shoulder. "Besides, we wouldn't be here if we didn't want to spice up our lives."
"I suppose so," Alex mumbled under his breath, checking out the individual ecosystems. They had prairies, savannahs, everything one could think of, with birds soaring high in the artificial skies and dragons, wyverns and gryphons swooping down on the unsuspecting prey in their lavish enclosures.
Alex looked away, a bit disturbed by the loyal representation of the real world. Too loyal.
"The upper levels are staff only. You won't see much activity here. Lower floors are free for all, same for bridges, so respect the people's choice of species and don't criticize."
"Uhm, sure," Alex said, puzzled by Enara's request. It's not like he lacked common sense, or that somebody chose to turn into a giant snail for the thrill of it.
.....Right?
"They have a varied portfolio of possible transformations. Mythical ones, like dragons and gryphons, are a safe choice for most. You may sometimes see the occasional kobold or gnoll, khajit or lizardman, species that are exotic on their own, yet who lack the allure of the previous I've mentioned. Of course, since most humans are cowards, you'll see lots of mammals around. If it worked for the animals, it has to work for us, right?" Doran said to him, pointing at Enara to keep things moving.
"I thought you wanted me to give Alex a--"
"He has seen enough," Doran interrupted her. "I spent a lifetime with my best friend. I know what he likes and what he needs."
Enara followed Doran's instructions, leading the two males back, then turning left to climb into an elevator. The control panel didn't even feature numbers for floors, but symbols that looked like some sort of elvish to Alex, completely alien.
On the way down, Enara scratched her scaly chin, shifted from one foot to the other, even ran her talons along the floor, the jarring sound making the corners of Doran's mouth twitch.
"Restless already?"
She stood still from then on, no words being shared between the three of them. Only uneasy looks. Doran's relationships with women hadn't ended well for a myriad of reasons, and, of all three, Alex seemed to be the only one who felt very awkward in the presence of these two.
And just how long was this ride? More than a minute passed, and the elevator continued its descent. Try as he might to keep his gaze averted from Enara, Alex found it unable to resist his curiosity. Such suave shapes contoured her body. Lean thighs, covered with lustrous scales where her coat ended. Thin arms, petite and graceful, and slim but long fingers, as flexible as a human's. He also wondered how a dragoness' gender looked like. He had seen plenty on the internet, but would it be as hot and moist as everyone claimed?
The harder he clung onto that thought, the stiffer he became within his jeans. Much to his relief, the elevator stopped in the nick of time. Alex allowed Doran and Enara to exit first, trailing behind them, biting his lip in frustrations for getting such untimely boner.
"Good day, Enara." The squeaky voice belonged to a cheetah who threw the two humans a fugitive glance.
"Hey Jake, good to see you," she said. A few more of the people milling about greeted her, most of them simply passing through the wide corridor equipped with holo tech that gave it the appearance of a pathway carved through the heart of a forest, the floor covered with fallen leaves that reacted to every movement, but were still ethereal, nothing more than a beautiful lie.
One of them, a snow leopard completely devoid of clothes, stopped, her azure eyes shining, her muzzle parting into a toothy smile as she glanced at Alex and Doran.
"Ayara, hello. It's not a good time. Can we--"
"Oh, I won't keep you for long. Just have a question, is all," she said, lifting a leg to grab and massage her ebony pads, squeezing a toe hard enough for four inches claws to emerge out of their sheath. "I still have no clue how to control my claws. They come out and tuck in at random time intervals. They don't get blunt, right? I applied for several enhancements in my file that--"
"No, they won't get blunt, kitty. Just have mercy on whatever floor you're scratching."
"Oh, thanks. Feels weird to walk on bare feet, but I can't stand shoes either due to my claws situation. What about heat? I forgot when it's supposed to come, and I woke up wet for three days in a row now."
Doran remained stern as ever, while a fierce blush speckled Alex' cheeks. He couldn't contain his grin, nor suppress his chuckle that earned him Ayara's attention.
"Oh, look, somebody who skipped sexual education and hasn't seen a real cunt in his life."
"Ayara, I can't tell you much without visiting the lab. Make an appointment to your desired lab or visit any of the twenty-seven labs. They'll give you a more accurate answer than I can."
"Nah, fuck it, got my survival week starting today. If something happens and the urge kicks in full force, I'll mate with a feral or something. That sounds delightfully taboo."
She left without waiting for Enara's reply, waggling her fluffy rump, clumps of wet fur noticeable between her thighs, yet not a trace of her lips. For a snow leopard, the thick fur was better than clothing, and felt more natural to them as well.
The trio continued their way through the maze of trees that guided them around. Although holo tech had its ups, it became very drab very quick, regardless of the thousands of themes Gintec came up with for daily entertainment. They couldn't realistically rely on aesthetics to hide what was basically a glorified bunker, one that probably had low ceiling and tight pathways to conserve space for the tens of thousands of rooms located on the floors above. If a natural disaster occurred on the surface, every company savvy enough to had invested into underground space was ready to reap off the benefits of housing rich, desperate folk. How quaint.
It must had been Alex' lucky day, for he had yet to spot a species that would make his jaw drop. Most of the clients chose to transform into aesthetically pleasing predators, preferring canines, big cats, dragons, birds of prey and gryphons. Alex did spot a ferret though, several species of herbivores, mostly deer and antelopes, and a great deal of avians, the allure of flight too hard to resist for many.
The trip through nature's bosom ended after Enara used her access card on another one of those blast doors. This one opened into a square-shaped room, with the nerdy lion from Enara's hologram sitting at a desk on the opposite end, beside another door above which sat the number 1418.
"Greetings Ethan. Got everything ready for me?"
"Yep, just like you wanted. Only need them to sign enough papers until their wrists ache, and then some."
He summoned two bundles from under the desk, packed into neat folders that Enara opened and thrust a pen on top of the clause-filled page.
"Get to it, gentlemen."
Doran walked to the desk with practiced confidence, grabbing the pen and flicking through the pages like a veritable bureaucrat, signing without reading a damn word. That only served to stir Alex' anxiety. Tremors of doubt began to shake his frame, cold sweat oozing through his skin and palms. The pen wriggled in his slick grip as he tried to grab it in a way that allowed him to point through the rows of too small, too compact text.
The first page was filled with generic stuff that had already been filled by him and Doran beforehand, like place of birth, age, yadda yadda. The second was a mountain of transformation-related complications that may arise. Alex skipped this gloomy part, jumping to the third page that dealt with the human rights the anthro and feral forms retained.
His breath stuck in his throat. Why was this page here? Didn't anthros and ferals possess the same rights? After all, they shared equal levels of intelligence. Why the separate fields? And did the feral one had fewer paragraphs?
"Sign," Doran said, leaning against the desk, watching him with that hard, imposing gaze. "It'll take you days to read stuff you already know, days that can be spent progressing through our transformation."
"I--I just want to take a look at--make sure I'm not--"
"Sign," Doran repeated. "Just sign the papers man. You had twenty years to dwell on this moment. Not one, not five, not ten. Twenty." He made a show of showing his stretched fingers, twice, to emphasize his point. Alex remained unconvinced, so Doran sucked in a deep breath and continued with a milder tone.
"This is what you want, and this is what you and I will go through. So sign and don't pretend twenty years haven't been enough for you to make up your mind."
He was right. When faced with his dream, laid out before him in a visual form, Alex had no reason to delay things any further. So, he signed, just like Doran had asked him to, scribbling his name on twenty or so pages before handing his folder to Ethan, who stashed them in a drawer.
"More intense than jerking off, eh?" He tried to joke, but nobody smiled. He took the cue to return to his computer, while Alex and Doran followed Enara inside the room.
"You'll have your privacy, of course. Everything's operated by our tech specialists and Ethan, so you won't have anyone barge in during the gene therapy, unless absolutely necessary."
"She means those perverted scientists aren't going to gape at our boners while we have our fun with the virtual reality module. Trust me, imagination is a powerful, powerful thing," Doran said while moving around the room, glancing at the dim lights of the ceiling, at the blank walls, and finally, at the fancy ass lounging chairs, one on the left, the other on the right.
They certainly resembled that look, white and puffy, covered with clean sheets, and even a blanket on top.
"Science sure progressed," Alex noted. "Pay a fuckton of money to sleep in a bed."
"It's effective. Would you rather lie down for several days on metallic contraptions and have various wires and tubes assault you, like they did Neo in Matrix Revolutions?"
"Wait, several days?" Cold, dreaded doubt already began coursing through Alex' veins, his heart beats picking up. "Isn't this like, a day tops?"
"You won't notice the passing of time. That's what the VR module is for, to keep the stress level of the body and the mind minimal while the gene therapy and the nanobot transfer are underway. You will also be injected with a behavioral inhibitor, as agreed beforehand--"
"Enara, last I recall, you were supposed to assist us, not blabber about the procedure. We're here, we're committed, so let's do this," Doran said.
"Wait wait wait, behavioral what now?" Alex shared a look with Doran, but his unreadable expression offered him little comfort.
"It's nothing to worry about. A fluke meant to keep your feral side in check, regulate the influence of hormones and that sort of stuff," Doran explained before Enara had the chance to. "Don't want the dragoness to take over while you're still a human. That can spell disaster with a capital D. "
It made sense, when Doran put it this way, though icy sweat still coated Alex' palms. He wiped them on his jeans, took a deep breath, and strolled over to his seat...bed...whatever the fuck this was.
Enara stepped next to him. "Lie on your back for a few moments, so that the insertions go as planned. That's all you have to do. As soon as the device registers your weight distributed accordingly, the machines are going to handle the rest. It won't even sting."
Oh boy...he suspected that the round, metallic disc around the bed and above him wasn't just for show. Some robotic shit would come out as soon as he lounged on his back, and it would probably hurt a great deal, unless they had painkillers to dull the discomfort.
Fuck. He had always pondered on this very moment, but nothing had prepared him for this.
"Is this room watched?"
Doran's question took Enara aback. "Uh, no. We value our customers' privacy. Only your vitals will be monitored, and intervention only happens if a patient requires it."
"And am I correct in assuming the door on the far left is a bathroom?"
"Yes. After we bring you out of the VR simulation, you can take some time to stretch your limbs. The door on the right is a normal room with the usual facilities, and we'll only pay you a visit when you summon us."
"I've read this. I understand," Doran said.
Alex didn't, since Doran had rushed him to simply sign everything like a fool, but it made sense. After all, everybody needed a chance to see their mug before dealing with staff, in case the transformation started prematurely.
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