--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Late nights were always disappointing. Sure, you got extra time on the computer, gaming, writing, talking about fun ideas or otherwise… This late, though? Eyes glancing past the time in the corner of your screen, as always, you picked your phone up to check the time, frowning at the number. 1am. Arguably, you could have said it was worth it… …If you’d been doing something productive. Alas, of course, you hadn’t been.. Mindlessly scrolling and occasionally checking accounts, you idly give yourself a ‘final five minutes’ for the sixth time this ‘morning’. Hand moving to scratch at a small bit of spilled drink on your baggy pants, it was only a brief respite from the screen before, once more, your attention turned to browsing. Clicking onto one of your various other different tabs, a quick reload resulted in the page failing to load, your face contorting in annoyance. In your eyes, this was normal, if incredibly annoying at this time - You were up quite late after all. Still, you spammed the refresh a few times, before inspecting the URL. It seemed similar to the usual input, though after a brief check of other tabs, you assumed it was merely an incorrect input. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- With a few letters changed to what you assumed would be corrected, failing to ignore the slight missed letter in one of the words that made up the name, the page loaded shortly after, your expression changing rapidly to one of surprise as you took in the weird colouring of the forum. Golds, whites, greys and blacks clashed together in a way that could only be described as ‘Early 2000s’. While such a sight might have usually been filled with brighter colours, this appeared to be one example of someone just shoving any colour palette they fancied onto what looked like a forum. Only a brief glance at your extensions was needed to check your ad blocker and various separate extensions were still functional. With that, it was merely a matter of just looking at this piece of history, eyes moving along and widening at the dates, the forum long abandoned by at least ten or more years. In fact, it only went up to ten years, assumedly due to site staff thinking the place would still be active. Naturally, that was not the case. Moving your mouse along, you quickly decided to navigate to the announcements, if only to get a glimpse at whatever was going on at the time. ‘Latest drop - DJ Fury’ Almost every post was a variation of either a music drop, or a post ‘thanking his followers’ for their support, donations and ‘love’. Clicking onto the latest album, a quick few seconds resulting in you clicking onto it. After all, a big ego usually results in laughably bad content or the rare instance of it being ‘backed up’ - Maybe it would be good? With a simple few clicks, it was downloaded, virus-checked, quickly triple-looked-at, before you finally hit play… --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- “This is a message for all my followers - If you want to be as good as me, let me help you!” You weren’t sure what voice you expected, though out of all of them this one was far from what you expected. Silky, kind of smooth, words with a strange hint of dominance filled your ears, guarded by an intense hint of arrogance. Weirdly, the word ‘justified’ seemed to pop into your head as the musical beat began to kick in, your foot already beginning to bounce a bit against the ground. “Look at yourself in the mirror! C’mon, you don’t need to flinch! Take it in, we’ll see why!” Next to you, somehow, was a mirror. Full-body, perfectly propped up by your desk, as if it’d always been there. As the music began to kick in, slightly rising, you found it hard not to bop your head with the beat, if only slightly. Taking in your appearance, you felt the intense urge to flinch, for some reason. A strong sense of ‘inferiority’ seemed to fill you, briefly, before a loud, crashing cymbal broke your attention. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- “Breakin’ the tune feels a lot like dreamin’, yet, ain’t it speakin’?” Listening, weirdly, made the shock of the cymbal fade, a strange ‘dreaminess’ beginning to flow into your body as you relaxed into your seat. Somehow, it felt like the music was speaking to you, specifically. Sneezing a bit of dust, you paused, speaking out quietly to yourself. Your voice seemed way more… Silky? Smooth? In fact, you even felt a bit more ‘dominant’, strangely enough. The lyrics continued before you could give it further thought. “Feel ya feet, feel them hands, feel the sky, don’t it feel like dreamin’?” In a horrifying few seconds, the ground gave up beneath your…Feet? --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Yelling in shock, the moon hanging overhead, you could feel your body falling down from the clouds. In the place of your feet were large, scaly behemoths in the place of your feet, ending in well-kept claws. Glancing at your hands led to even more shock, similar, clawed, scaly hands in the place of your old, with a thumb and three fingers, all large and clawed, in their place. Before true panic could set in, that strange, intense ‘dreaminess’ flooded in once more, relaxing your body and making an ordinarily panicked flail into just a relaxed, strangely slow fall. “Wings in the air, let’s see what ya got, don’t ya feel like the best, better than you ‘ought.” In seconds, you could feel phantom limbs forming on your back, your mind somehow recognising them as extra limbs. Long, scaly, strong, before you could even react, instinct took over as they shot out, wings soaring into your form as a strange sense of adrenaline moved in. Looking back at your body, you could see a new tail, ending in two large fins, body controlling it as you navigated through the air, eyes turning back down… Yet, strangely, you felt… Great? In place of what you’d expected was a strong feeling of adrenaline, joy, mixed in with a freedom you couldn’t seem to describe, like you were on top of the world or beyond. After a few moments as you simply basked in the sky, strangely able to fly as if you’d always known how to, it was hard to feel anything other than a strong sense of imposter syndrome. Quickly glancing at your head, you could see your formerly black, wired headphones, seemed to have morphed into a simple, wireless white headset, locked on tightly. That explained how they didn’t seem to be struggling to stay on in the wind, you supposed. After a bit, you once more began to notice that the music was still playing, matching the theme and making it hard to not bop your head occasionally, words returning as you continued to soar. “Don’t ya feel like lettin’ it go? Just soaring ‘n free, being someone like me?” --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- It sounded… Right. Thoughts of how boring it was, how tired you were, how much you wanted a change all flooded your mind, the flight relaxing your body, the freedom filling you with intense envy. In fact, you could more than understand why ‘DJ Fury’ was so arrogant, envying their… Everything… “Just let it go, to and ‘fro, say good-bye-to ya soul! Make ya music, sing it loud, to the music and ‘ta crowds, ‘til the sun’s fallin’ down!” Was it worth resisting at this point, you wondered? It was…Easy, right? Relaxing further into your chair, after merely a second of thought, you decided to just let it all go, a weird feeling deep inside your very essence already manifesting throughout. Only a few seconds passed before you could feel your… Well, it was hard to call it anything other than your soul - Somehow, as it floated up, you could feel it, instinctively. Muttering out a silky, smooth goodbye, a smidgen of dominance within filled with all the confidence you could muster, you watched as it began to change. Before was a mixed, surprisingly colourful soul, you supposed. Still, there was no resistance as you watched it shake, shudder, transforming before your very eyes into a stronger, scale-lined one, filled with rainbow music-tunes bouncing up and down, as if waiting to break out and sing out loud to the world. Your surroundings changed in seconds, leaning back into a far more comfy, fluffy chair, speakers nearby as music and tunes flooded the air and screen. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Typing up, your claws moved along the keyboard as if you’d always done so, remixing tunes and preparing stuff swiftly, a smug look moving onto your face as you were utterly filled with confidence. Listening to your music, it was hard not to sing out a few lyrics, vocals dancing as swiftly around the room as every single note. Within seconds, your surroundings began to change as you found yourself in a concert on the stage, music playing as countless other furies, in similarly-well-built, musical forms danced outside. It was easy to feel every soul dancing just as strongly as you, each flooded with the music, guarded by scales and checking for a few moments made it obvious they were all the same as yours. Seeing them dance as the music continued, you found the lyrics coming as naturally as breathing, your smug expression shifting into a smirk of pure arrogance, body almost leaning back as your wings relaxed. “Feel ya snout, feel ya bod, what else than some scales, let ya confidence soar, with fans galore, let that outfit shine bright, ya’ll perfect every night!” --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Any of the last few changes needed little prompting as your face became the smug, arrogant smirk of a musical Nightfury. Changes moving to the rest of your body, every bit became coated with scales, a smirk at the crowd showing their identical-looking, mirrored faces and expressions. Not a single one wore anything other than a smug, arrogant smirk, pure confidence blazing bright. Holding out your arms for a few moments as you bounced your head to the beat, your grey vest simply appeared on shortly after. On top came your signature white hoodie ending in circles and surrounded by grey, pants soon changing into a pair of navtblue trousers, concluding as a pair of spectacles formed on your snout, not that you needed them for anything other than looks. “Let that bling shine bright, let’s end this party ta’night!” With one final, arrogant nod, a blue hat formed on your head, a fish-bone made of pure gold arrogantly emblazoned on the front, another appearing around your neck on a simple string. Your surroundings changing back to your room, you leaned back, body back on your fluffy, comfortable chair as the music came to a close. Pulling your headphones and finger gunning at yourself with your claws, green eyes staring back smugly, it was hard to say anything other than… “Welcome back, handsome~!” --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- “So, new music I take it?” You hadn’t even noticed the door open, nor the steps of the smirking grey dragon nearby. His name was pretty clearly on the tip of your tongue, eyes moving along his body, surveying him before landing on his signature blue collar, an obvious swirl visible on the front. Pondering for a few moments, you decided to prod, if only to refresh your memory a bit, bringing your headphones off and around your neck as you spoke. “...How’s the collar?” Judging by his sudden shift in demeanour after a brief narrowing of his eyes, it was as if a switch had been flipped. In fact, you found it impossible not to smirk even more intensely as you watched their eyes begin to comically swirl with blue and white spirals, a wide grinning moving onto his face as he began to blurt out with intense joy. “My collar? I love my collar! I’ve always had a collar! I need to wear it all the time!” After hearing him blurt out something that sounded all-too-familiar upon any mention of his collar, it swiftly became clear to you who this was: Silver Dragon, the dragon. Your roommate, in fact. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Relaxing back into your chair, smirk as visible as ever in the nearby mirror, both of your claws idly moved along towards the keyboard. Chuckling a bit at his wide, toothy smile, both eyes continuing to swirl, you decided to turn your focus back on your music, a smug sense of superiority flooding in at the thought. Claws dancing along the keyboard as you set up the beat, the strums, drums and various other instruments, the music began to rapidly take shape. Following it up was a quick organisation of it all, you lifted your white headphones and put them back on your head, shielding yourself from the hypnotic and transformative beat. After all, you already knew how great your music was - You didn’t need an extra ‘oomph’ like most. You did make it, obviously. Stomach idly grumbling, after a few moments thought, you decided something more ‘repeating’ with a more ‘musical’ focus would fit, instead of your previous focus on lyrics. Bringing over the microphone, you prepared and went through quite a few iterations, working at an obscenely fast pace as your latest song, then soon album, was finished up and prepared, ready for the day. Finishing up the latest track, you finally could see Silver snapping out of his built-in hypnosis, swirls disappearing with him none-the-wiser. Deciding to seize that early opportunity, you turned your speakers on as the music began to play, the grey dragon’s eyes returning to normal as he snapped completely out of it, before panic filled his features, if only briefly, as the beat kicked in. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- “Wai—T-That’s pretty good actually, mmhm…” “DJ Fury’s perfect, ya love his albums, ya want to be him, but ya not even close!” Of course, the latest track was as amazing as always, even with only a minute or two spent on it. In seconds, you could see Silver’s posture begin to shift as the same sentence flooded his ears, any trace of panic disappearing as he bounced his head up and down to the beat, feet tapping against the floor, utterly lost in the lyrics with a growing, genuine smile. After a few trace seconds, his wings began to change, tail shifting with it, as they turned darker, more scaly, until suddenly turning more… Plushy? Both his tail and wings seemed to be far more plushy, as if part of an elaborate fursuit outfit, eyes swirling green before staying that colour, green contact lenses visible in each. Both horns disappeared shortly after, beneath new plush Nightfury ears, sharp claws becoming far more blunt as larger, plush Nightfury ones took their place. Changes seeming to begin to finalise, you took in as their hands became a bit smaller, claws becoming more blunt, small before both disappeared under new plush Nightfury mitts. Seconds more passed before his clothes, too, began to change. Beige pants turned into navy blue trousers in moments, undershirt becoming a plain grey as his overtop became a hoodie, ending in grey and circles, identical to your own. One golden fish-bone necklace appeared around his neck, finishing up as a similar fishbone formed on his new hat, the same navy blue as your own. Letting out a chuckle, your ego came back full force, a warmth filling your body as you idly rubbed at your crotch, enjoying their expression of pure fan worship - Well deserved fan worship, you decided. They seemed like a massive fan, which was of course, far more fitting than the Silver they were before, your eyes taking in how a lot of their body was covered in fursuiting, with a fake tail, wings, Nightfury paws, claws, even going so far as to find an exact replica of your own outfit. It was hard to deny that it filled you with an immense satisfaction, justifiably so. You weren’t particularly sure why you were thinking this again - You knew your music was the best out there. Sometimes, folks just needed to be reminded of it. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- “G-Gosh, DJ Fury, I’m such a massive fan! T-Thank you so much! L-Love your latest album, I love you! I love you so much~!” As he spoke, head redder than a tomato, you began to smell an unmistakably strong, fishy, almost musky odour throughout the room. Checking briefly, you were quick to discover it was not only your own. Bulging through their pants was a pretty sizable cock, though, a glance at your own explained quite a bit. Not only was your cock massive, but it was bulging in your pants, erect, and clearly eager to be used on something…Or someone. With a quick gesture as your pants, Silver shot down to the floor, head pressed up against your erect crotch as he pulled them down gently. Watched as he continued to stare at your form with sheer, unhidden hero-worship, you relaxed as he began to suck, pleasure flooding throughout, quiet moans filling the air. Blissfully relaxed in the pleasure, the teasing gently brought out the fight from your body, letting you lean into your chair, bliss taking over as you soaked your fan’s mouth to the brim with thick, ivory cum. “Wow, Silver! Judging by my count, that’s, what, a couple of minutes, this time?” --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Floating into the room was a creature you recognised, or, rather, a ‘technological’ person you could tell from a mile away. Hands covered in yellow latex gloves, with a bodysuit made of a black latex material, it was clear to see his appearance was quite ‘cyberpunk’-esque. Green lines at the sides of the outfit were followed up with a ‘power on’ button in the centre of the bodysuit, two bright, glowing green wings on his back, filled with various yellow circuits. Golden rings were donned on the middle toe of both white, three-fingered feet, both eyes entirely empty black, apart from the green dots making up his eyes. Watching as he smirked at both you and Silver, it was clear some plans were moving through Reboot’s mind as he hovered nearby, white USB-tail moving around quite quickly, as if excited for something. “Hah! You look obsessed down there - In cosplay, too? Guess you really do love Nightfuries~!” Reboot’s face was clearly torn between a mixture of arousal, humour, and an intense mock Silver some more. After a few moments of thought, the laughter won out. His chuckles echoed throughout the sound room, eyes turning towards you as he began to address you specifically. “I can tell you love being yourself, hah! All that attention, the fans, the glitz, the glamour…” Almost preening at his praise, you continued to smugly smirk in his general direction, enjoying the pleasure from your fan down below. Still, Reboot continued to speak, clearly not taking the situation all that seriously, as if it was pretty normal - It felt quite annoying, in fact. “Shame I have to shut it down before you get out of control. For everyone’s sake, really, heh.” --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- That intense sense of arrogance almost filled you with rage, before it promptly disappeared into a cool, smugness that you were known for. What use was there getting angry with someone who clearly had poor taste in music? Why, it probably was the result of hours scouring the web for something that would be at least half-decent. Judging by his digital appearance, you guessed that was probably part of the reason - music was incredibly important, after all. Still, the threat of ending your career, or what you assumed from that threat at least, was one you couldn’t exactly deny. Letting him continue his monologue, your claws idly danced along a nearby keyboard, slowly, quietly, as you put together a quick, basic new bit of music. If he was going to be such a negative nancy, well, you’d have to show him what he was missing out on. “Regardless, it took me way too long to find you! I mean, who’d have thought an audio file made by one of your previous selves would’ve been so effective, right?” Letting his monologue go in one ear and out the other, a gentle red beep was all you needed to convey that it was all ready to go, admittedly with some spliced vocal work, but it would do as a nice taster. Just enough to get him to give your music a proper shot - You knew some folks were extra dense after all! “Are you even listening to me? Hellooooo, is there anyone there? Knock knock, wake up, DJ!” Comically balling his rubbery-gloved hands in annoyance, he began to repeatedly poke you in the snout, only driving your annoyance further. Sure, while it kept fading into your smug, uncaring smoothness, it was still enough to be quite grating. Pondering for a few more moments what to do to properly distract him, you decided to simply respond to his questions in your usual, smug tone. “...Want to hear one of my new songs?” --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Of course, you knew he’d either decline, or move to try to act immediately. The solution to this was pretty simple, your claw pressing and activating the short musical setup and clip, letting it fill the air and echo around the room. Such a strong beat quickly made Silver’s eyes swirl, stopping to suck as he pulled your pants up before moving to his feet, turning his attention to you fully. Reboot could clearly tell what was going on from a mile away, though it came far too quick for him to properly resist. His head starting to bop to the beat, feet lightly tapping on the ground, it was easy to hear him muttering about being vulnerable due to your superfan, Silver. Giving both of them a smirk as they struggled to resist, you patted your loyal fan on the head, ending the music as Reboot struggled to wiggle out of your musical control. “Why don’t you help your pal understand why you love DJ Fury so much~?” Practically glowing with a pretty visible look of joy as you reached for your headphones, pressing a few buttons on the side and passing them over, Silver eagerly moved over to the practically stuck-in-place Reboot. Stuck between succumbing to the hypnotic beats and the ability to escape, he was well and truly trapped. Speaking in a bright, cheerful tone as the non-plush covered parts of his face somehow turned an even brighter shade of red, he happily shoved the headphones onto the unmoving flyer, making sure they were on tight. Clearly stifling a moan, he began to fangasm about how much he loved your music, you and, well, everything to do with you, really. Every word naturally padding out your ego even more, smug smirk only feeling stronger by the moment. Eagerly, Silver began to move closer as he continued to talk, pressing his visible cockbulge against Reboot’s flaccid one, the music and beat beginning to kick in as you turned the headphones on. “Ready to listen~?” As Reboot’s eyes began to swirl, his cock became more erect by the moment, a blush beginning to steadily manifest. Trying desperately to hold a defiant expression, Silver eagerly shouted out his praise, giving repeated pokes of prompting to his counterpart, before your superfan decided to just outright speak for the both of them. “W-We’d never miss one of your songs for anything, DJ Fury! Your music is the best thing EVER~!” Resistance was futile, yet still attempted, Reboot’s past look of energetic deviousness having turned into a glare directed to you personally. Still, your smirk only seemed to intensify as you could see him already bopping his head more and more intensely to the beat by the second, feet bouncing on the floor as his body began to change… --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Putting up as much resistance as he could manage, frowning trying and failing to intensify by the second, you continued to smirk back with twice the arrogance, thrice the smugness and the obvious sense of oncoming victory. Expression tightening even more, his body seemed to move unlike his mind, head bobbing up and down to the beat, almost as if some sort of toy, he seemed closer and closer to succumbing, until… He crumbled. By far it was the fastest change you’d seen in a while, reality shifting as your room became larger, more pictures of yourself present, followed up by another pleasant ego boost. There was no resistance after a few seconds, any trace of a hidden plan or mindset fading as he turned to look forward contemplatively. It was clear he was taking in the music fully now, listening to every solid beat, letting it wash over him as the changes truly begun. Reboot’s wings went first, turning black, before being followed up by a flurry of scales, expanding out and utterly covering his entire form. Both feet and hands grew claws, eyes switching into a familiar green, as their tail changed into an all-too-similar one of a Nightfury. Finally, his clothes disappeared, only a simple, baggy outfit in its place, a copy of your hat on his head seeming to be the only valuable possession he had. Smirking intently as the changes concluded, you watched as Reboot’s entire demeanour shifted, a near-permanent look of pure worship aimed at you specifically, identical to that of Silver. Both swiftly shot towards your crotch, huffing at the slight bit of odour emanating from your crotch-bulge, similar if smaller bulges obvious around their own crotch-regions. “Why don’t you two go find someone to help spread my music, ya know ya want to~” You’d never seen anyone leave a room faster. In seconds, both shot to their claws and practically slammed the door open. Both, equally as obsessed with you, accidentally bounced into each other and landed in a pile on the floor. After a few seconds of thought, they nodded to one another, yelling out loud, intense praise towards you, before rushing off in search of someone to help spread your music even further. Poking at your crotch lazily, smug grin omnipresent, you watched as Reboot rushed back in, apologised profusely,  before passing your headphones back. Putting them back on, you watched him rush back out, Silver waiting at the doorway, before the two disappeared moments later. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Walking down the stairs was an easy affair, your large, beautiful home paid for by your two massive fans, both happily sharing a bed downstairs. Listening to your music 24/7, along with the occasional ‘new release’ was their reward - One they would not have given up for the world. You couldn’t blame them, though - Your music was the best. You’d do the same, if you weren’t DJ Nightfury, after all. You were the best at music, body, posture, well… Stopping to admire your reflection, you made sure to give yourself a wide smirk, winking before outright blushing. You were extremely hot, after all. Opening up the door, removing your phone from your pocket as music began to play, those tunes naturally padded your ego even more, smugness emanating from your form, a near permanent smirk on your features. Deciding you wanted to go to a cafe to relax and enjoy the praise of your fans, you opened up your wings and soared swiftly into the sky, landing promptly in front of a relatively run-down place with only a couple of people. Smugly striding inside, you raised your hands in preparation for the cheers of the few inside, after all, everyone was a massive fan, even if they hid it a bit. “DJ Fury in the house!” --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Stepping over a carpet that had clearly seen better days, you were momentarily shocked to see a complete lack of reaction from everyone inside. Glancing at the tired, bored cashier on their phone, most of the people inside were just as uncaring, a few snoring loudly, as if intentionally punching your ego in the face. Here you were, THE DJ Fury here, and they were either hiding it, or perhaps didn’t seem to car- Of course!  Any bit of ego that had begun to fade flooded back just as strongly as ever, a smirk on your face as you pressed various buttons on your white headphones, putting them on as the rock ‘n roll music began to flood into the air. Within seconds, every single head was bobbing as feet bounced, noise kicking in as reality began to contort. Half of the guests began to change, bodies becoming covered in scales, wings growing out, tail swishing behind them as they roared. All of them loudly banged onto the table, shaking the entire building immensely, continuing even as they finished turning into nightfuries with various clothing and the same hat as you on. The other half turned into various species of furries, kobolds, even a few standard dragons, every non-Nightfury clad in an identical outfit to your own, even down to the expensive golden fishbones, as well as fursuit gear as obvious as Silver’s. Plush and scaly claws slammed onto the ground as you casually turned your headphones off, though the music did not stop. Speakers were visible nearby, the crowd all looking at you with intense hero-worship, the place’s name changing quickly into “Fury ‘n Furious!”. Every seat was quickly filled as people seemed to pour into the room, more utterly obsessed nightfuries followed by similarly obsessed non-fury fans dressed up as close as they could get. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- All the old, crumbling architecture became far more new, pretty clearly rock ‘n roll themed, with everyone visibly having a bulge in their pants, incredibly aroused by the beats, the loud noises and atmosphere. Your own cock was quite clear too, the strong odour of musk and fish almost as strong as the music, though you knew nothing could come close. Nearby at the counter was another Nightfury, various piercings complimented by their golden fishbone hat, the same as yours, as well as torn clothing. They were clearly absorbed in the music, slamming onto the desk just as strongly, entranced by the beat, as it began to come to a grand, electric-guitar-backed finale. The following few choice lyrics seemed to shift reality, everyone’s pants disappearing as phantom onaholes seemed to thrust intensely on everyone’s cocks, bodies still bouncing intensely to the beat as dildos formed behind each rear, all modelled after your own cock. Moaning, your rear slapped onto the massive behemoth, moaning as you bounced up and down to the beat, thrusting forward and falling back, roaring in pleasure with loud moans of pure ecstasy. With a loud, blissful, orgasmic moan, you came into the onahole, relaxing back onto the dildo and moaning even louder. Judging by the noises of approval throughout, it was pretty obvious this was echoed by everyone, the next rock and roll track starting again as everyone got to their claws and carried on, celebrating with countless yells of praise and fan worship towards you. Smirking just as smugly as ever, you waved your countless hardcore fans goodbye and walked out onto the street outside. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Across the road was another shop based on yourself, ‘Fabulous Feel - DJ-Fury’, a few mannequins based on your pretty amazing form smugly displaying your full ensemble, as well as the various recommendations for non-furies. After all, it wouldn’t be fitting if you were dressing up as DJ Fury while looking just like a random furry! In fact, it seemed practically every store on the road seemed themed off you, in one way or another. Various supermarkets, fast food joints, even a ‘mind shop’ promising to ‘give the confidence of DJ Fury!’. Since it seemed to be a repurposed barbershop, you supposed that made at least a bit of sense in hindsight. Walking down the street, smugly striding along, you made sure to give the occasional wink at swooning fans. Anyone you saw was guaranteed to be obsessed with you, merely a few moments of attention from the greatest music-fury of all time guaranteeing that they’d become redder than even the ripest tomato. After a few moments of thought, you decided to cross the road, moving towards the nearest crossing and glancing both ways. Pausing at the sight of a limo seeming to just park nearby, you smirked and brought your headphones off of your body, looking at it curiously, before noticing a brightly smiling, just-as-obsessed Silver waving from the window, gesturing at you to come inside eagerly. Naturally, walking to the door and opening it up, you went inside promptly. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- It was a pretty quick ride, all things considered - Especially with the pitch they gave you. Tons of money, free press, otherwise, all in exchange for two corporate albums being made, based on some Nightfury from a movie. One album was needed to reference and relate to the company and their mascot, the other mostly just shilling their products as well as getting fans to adore the fast food chain’s stuff as well. Their mascot, and that of the movie, was Toothless or something. You didn’t particularly care, though - It was easy to make anything into a smash-hit music sensation. For a big reward? It was more than worth it. Agreements signed, finalised and otherwise, your own private studio set up, Reboot was there to escort you, the all-too-similar look of sheer hero worship flooding through his body as he explained that he took the poorly-paid job solely to get to help you specifically. Silver, naturally, watched from the sidelines through the soundproof glass, almost bouncing up and down as you prepared to get to work. Ultimately, it was a nice thing to hear from another one of your eager fans - You wouldn’t doubt that near any fan would do the same, though. Calmly walking into the studio, you slid onto the chair, put your headphones on, set up the buttons and got to work. Lyrics, music, a beat, everything for each song came naturally, claws dancing across the keyboard and various bits of equipment as before. Before long, you were done. Every track organised, named, labelled and otherwise, your claws saving it to the computer and sending it off to the corporation. With that, you pressed a few buttons, signalling that it was fine for them to enter. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- “H-Hey, DJ Fury! G-Gosh, s-so glad to meet you again! T-The, uhm, company said if you can get some headphones like your own sorted, with the track playing and the like, they’ll, uh, double everything?” Double everything? Before the thought of it sounding ‘too good to be true’ could manifest in your head, the constant feeling of smugness overwhelmed that thought in moments. With a smirk, you nodded to the deal, looking over to Reboot as you took your headphones off, offering them over. “W-Well, we could turn Silver into headphones? Uhm…” Chuckling a bit at such an absurd idea, you were about to raise an eyebrow to dismiss the thought… That was, at least, until Silver cheerfully waved his big, plushy claws and almost squealed in joy, the noise reverberating across the studio. With that level of enthusiasm, it was hard to find a reason to not proceed with that idea. Briefly putting your headphones back on as you worked followed by a quick press of some buttons, basic lyrics and various other musical bops, you swiftly gestured for Silver to place the headphones on as he profusely thanked you for the opportunity once more. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- With a few buttons pressed on the headphones, every bit of music uploaded for copying, Silver began to transform in moments. It was ultimately an absurdly swift process as his body rapidly changed, first turning into a pure white, as if a basic, blank slate, before shrinking all the way down, body turning into a long chain between two large, circular earmuffs. Finishing up as it seemed to be connected to a newly formed ‘DJ Fury’s Headphones’ box, you watched as Reboot gave them a quick check, putting a pair on, pressing a button on the side to connect it to corporate, before beginning to bop his head to what sounded like a beat. Reaching inside the box again, you pulled out another pair of headphones. Quite obvious, it was the exact same as any other pair inside. Repeating it a few times, you concluded there seemed to be quite literally an endless number of them inside. Grabbing the one nearest to you, you put it on before connecting it to corporate, pressing a few buttons to test-trial it, before freezing. Strangely, the buttons you used to block the standard ‘extra boost’ from your lyrics seemed to not be responding, for some reason. Assuming it was merely just a simple fault, you reached to pull off your headphones… Only to find that they seemed to be tightly stuck. “Ya, heya, ya the cool one, don’t panic, don’t fret, don’t run, don’t scream.” --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- To your growing horror, the music began to play, claws reaching to try to tear your headphones apart, before discovering that nothing you could do would even give them a dent. You knew the lyrics - This was one you’d quickly shoved together intended as an ‘extra’, as thanks. Once it fully kicked in, you were toast. Panic filled your body as you blushed intensely at your mistake, temperature suddenly starting to cool down as the lyrics played. Any trace of panic disappeared shortly after, your mind calmer, the smirk moving back onto your face even if involuntarily, to your horror. To an outsider, it’d seem as if you were perfectly happy, as if there was nothing going wrong in the slightest. Getting to your feet, you prepared to run… …Stopping as any fears and worries disappeared, along with the ability to run anymore. Sitting down, you soon lost the ability to scream, merely able to sit there, smugly smirking as you could see different lyrics playing in Reboot’s ears. After a few seconds, he gripped onto his headphones, trying to tear them off. You watched as his body relaxed, cock becoming even more erect, a more simple, happy smile appearing onto his features before his stomach grumbled, feet taking him off in search of food as music played on repeat in his head. “W-Wa-Wait, I-I’m h-holding on, nghhh…” --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Was that…Silver’s voice? Hearing his voice in your ears filled you with a sudden sense of relief, if only briefly, as you could hear him intensely moaning, the occasional bit of the music breaking through now and again. Still, you held out hope that, perhaps- “Nghhhh…s-sorry–” As quickly as his resistance had arrived, it was once more gone. Music began to continue on, the dreaded lyrics arriving as reality and your form began to change. “Ya just havin’ a great time, ya body, TOOTHLESS, ya life, TOOTHLESS, ya brain, TOOTHLESS.” Each change took form in moments, one of your finns changing into an obvious, fake-synthetic red, a skull visible on it, every bit of clothing on your body disappearing, apart from a simple jockstrap and that signature golden fishbone on your necklace. Your surroundings changed next, the empty studio changing, before you noticed you were on a pretty obvious set, camera crew and various audio, lighting and technical teams getting to work on setting up your surroundings. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The red skull on your fake-finn changed into a more expensive, lavish gold, the corporate logo of ‘Fury's Fantastically Fast Food’ emblazoned arrogantly on top, your jockstrap just as golden, with another copy of said logo. After a brief glance at your necklace, you noticed even the fishbone seemed to have the logo and various repetitions of phrases written on it in small writing, lust flooding your body with every breath you took, aided by the barely hidden cloud of pure, fishy musk in the air. Trying to resist the intense, growing arousal was impossible, mind changes beginning to occur as your arrogant smirk faded away. Memories of a pure, corporate, movie-filled lifestyle filled your existence, not a worry or shred of care, your favourite music from the well known ‘DJ Fury’, not that any of you knew where he went or came from. Regardless, your mind was simple, happy, joyful, a wide, gummy grin on your face as you rushed over to pose for the camera, moaning in pleasure at the praise from your co-workers, before cumming on the spot. Posing as another wave of praise was spoken into your ears, through your ever-present headphones, you enjoyed the occasional advertisement preaching about your favourite company, as well as the amazing DJ Fury tunes that made you just want to bounce and slam your claws to the ground. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- “Yo, Toothless, you’re needed on the set.” Claws rubbing at your corporate-logo’d erection, you tilted your head slightly at the unknown words of the Nightfury cladded in DJ Fury merch. Strangely, you recognised him, if only slightly. Glancing at his nametag, you noticed the name ‘Reboot’. Promptly, this was soon forgotten as you watched him grumble, press a button on a walkie-talkie, repeating his words as you finally heard them spoken directly into your headset, interrupting the endless tunes. Following him to the set, you happily listened to his occasional word of praise or otherwise spoken directly into the walkie-talkie, letting you hear it. Cumming on the way there a few times, you watched as the engineer idly moved over and sat on a nearby chair facing at your usual working-spot, the advertising set, grabbing one of the delicious deluxe mega-meals. Before you even got into position, he was already beginning to stroke his large, musky cock - The odour of various workers really got everyone feeling ready to work. Of course, he shoved various delicious, delectable ‘Fury Favourite Fries’ into his mouth, chewing on them greedily, every drop soaked to the brim in extra-salty, mouth-wateringly delicious greasy-deluxe cookers. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Without a care in the world, he brought his greasy claw towards his cock without a few second’s pause, beginning to thoroughly stroke himself to orgasm, his growing gut showing that this was far from the first time he’d eaten the company meals. Getting into position as the camera began to roll, the corporate advertisement mantras playing in your ears, only broken up by the occasional command. Putting on your usual gummy, cheerful grin, bouncing on your claws all the while, you made sure your cock was visibly displayed towards the camera, bulging in your jockstrap and pressed against the designated spot on the floor, your voice speaking eagerly into the microphone. “Fury’s Fantastically Fast Food Fabulously Frisky-Fresh new deal offers five of our fresh favourite fury-fries for the low-low price of $9.99!” Adjusting your posture as you walked across the screen to the next designated point, you made sure to poke your claws and give the audience an extra-big, gummy grin, letting some of the cum leak through and onto the floor, just to let them know how much you loved the new deal! “Not only that, get your favourite frisky fury’s brand new DJ-Fury sponsored headphones included in that low-low-low-price! Now that’s a Frisky Fury guarantee! Don’t forget - Fury’s Fantastically Fast Food! For all your fury fast food needs!” Praise flooded into your headphones as you bounced from claw to claw, cumming a few extra times as a steady dribble of your spunk oozed onto the floor. With a gummy grin, as well as that extra-strong moment of pleasure, you happily rushed over towards the next part of the set, ready to continue your favourite job. After all, you were the best fast food fury mascot out there - And proud of it!