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Static was bored. It seemed like years since the ferret had taken this position, though it had perhaps only been a week, if that. His sister had gotten him a job running a VR pavilion in the middle of a mall in the middle of God-Only-Knows, The Midwest. All around him, the fashions seemed to be trapped in the mid-90s. Honestly, having a VR pavilion in your mall was pretty 90s itself. The job was slow, and he didn't even get to use the VR himself. He just helped customers in and out of the rigs, of which there were three, and monitored their experiences, making sure to come help if they had any trouble.

Some critters would get claustrophobic in the rigs, or be made nauseous by the field of view settings... it was messy business.

It was on this day, however, that things would change, but he had no inkling of that as of yet. A tall, slender doe came to the pavilion. She looked to be in her late teens or early twenties and was dressed in snug, fashionable (for the apparent time warp) clothing. "Hey... like... uh, how much is the 'Be a Dragon' experience...?"

Static was taken aback. A proper 90s Valley Girl, in this, the year of our lord 2018. He wondered if his sister had indeed somehow sent him back in time. There was a kiosk selling smartphone screen protectors just 20 feet away, but that could have been a ruse. He cleared his throat and typed into his monitor, looking it up.

The computer made a happy little chime. "Oh! You're the first to ask for it, which means your first run of the program is free. You're lucky; I had my eyes on that one." The ferret smiled as genuinely as he could manage. It came across as enthusiastic but tired.

The doe didn't seem to notice, her face lighting up. "Radical! Like... Which one of these rigs is it?" She looked over the three differently-oriented VR setups surrounded by the pavilion's tent-like fabric walls on three sides. There was one which was a platform with a waist-high ring that the customer stood inside of and the "ground" inside the platform was rollers that told the program that you were trying to walk around while your hips were secured by the ring, which allowed rotation. There was another that was an enclosed cockpit for various flight simulators and other such things, on a mechanical arm that allowed for multiple axes of movement and full rotation, and the third, which Static had presumed was for a simulated hang-gliding experience.

However, that was the one indicated by the computer for the dragon experience, and the mustelid pointed towards the padded table with the person-shaped indentation, with the helmet and gauntlets at one end. "Right this way, miss."

The doe followed the ferret nearly half her height over to the padded platform. "So, like, I lay down and put my hands in these, and wear the headset? Do you gotta strap me in n' junk?"

"Oh, no. No threat of you falling off the pad." Static waved a paw reassuringly. "But yeah, the rest was right. Be sure your shoulders are forward enough that you can lower your arms towards the ground."

The deer carefully slipped up onto the padded table, scooting to make sure her blouse stayed down her back and even tugging on it with her hands for a moment. Once she was situated, her flat chest fitting into the indentation comfortably, she put her hands into the VR gauntlets.

Static walked in front of her, and very carefully eased the helmet over her head. He pressed a button marked "Test" on top and headed back to his monitor. "Alright, do you see one cross or two?"

"I got one." She responded.

"Alright, it's calibrated properly. I'll start the program." Static tapped a few keys at his monitor.

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The world went dark, and all sound from the mall faded. When light returned, sound that came up was the sounds of the forest. Looking around, she was in a wooded clearing, but that wasn't all. She was standing on all fours, and her head was really high off the ground. "Woah..." She looked down at her fore claws. "Oh awesome I'm all silver and glossy! Like, that's my favorite..." She examined one fore leg, lifting it to get a closer look and twisting her claw around. She couldn't see individual scales, but with the mercurial reflective surface, she didn't mind, just basking in the view for a few moments.

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Static watched the two outputs on his monitor, and felt a bit jealous. He'd have loved to play around with that, but he didn't ever get the chance to play any of the games he ran. He idly looked between his customer and how she was seeing the world, however temporarily.

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Within the simulation, the Dragoness happily started to walk, looking around her surroundings. Everything was so small compared to her, as was right and proper, compared to a dragon. She sighed, and then out of the corner of her eye she spotted her wing. She turned her head to look, and intuitively spread them out, looking over the mirror sheen of the membranous limbs.

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Static heard fabric creaking and tearing, and looked around for the source. A moment later, beautiful silver wings burst out of his customer's back, just beneath her shoulder blades, obliterating the blouse she'd been wearing. On a closer look, her wrists where they entered the VR gauntlets were also silvery, and it was travelling up her arms. As these changes were made evident, so too was that her muzzle covering up with the metallic surfacing, re-shaping into a far less cervine form. Still a serene smile stayed there, as the doe became less and less fur-covered.

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The Dragoness twisted around to look at her hindquarters and tail, watching the fluid way in which it curled and waved, undulations travelling from its base to the tip effortlessly. "Beautiful..." She murmured softly, watching it move for a few more mesmerizing moments.

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The ferret gasped in surprise as the little leaf-shaped tail a deer usually sported was abruptly subsumed by silver that practically gushed from the doe's body, a laminar flow that twisted and writhed in the air as it elongated, though the spaded tip soon indicated her new tail had come to fruition, coiling and shifting about like a mercury snake, as the silver consumed her hips as well. There was far more silver than fur remaining, and it was all so shiny and reflective. For a Ferret, this was a dangerous thing. Static was quivering; any thought of trying to shut the program down or even figure out what was happening had vanished from his mind. He was just watching, entranced.

He didn't even notice that her torso had grown from half the length of the padded platform to twice its length amid all the other changes, and her arms, which had dangled halfway to the floor, were now powerful fore legs resting all the way to the elbow within the small pavilion that held the equipment.

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Focus naturally travelling from her tail to her hips, the Dragoness stretched out a hind leg, oohing softly at how shapely the form of her hind was. Of course it was. She was a beautiful creature; it was her nature. But it was always lovely to admire the shape of her hind legs, right down to the claws at the tips. She sighed, and turned forward again, deciding she'd ogled herself enough, and began to beat her wings.

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The most unchanged part of the former doe, her legs, had abruptly swelled and grown, hooves giving way to silver claws as her jeans tore right off, revealing newly formed hind legs, quickly growing to match the size of the rest of her elegant body, allowing her to be settled into a crouch on the floor while her chest rested on the padded platform. Her wings flexed and spread out even further, outpacing the length of her body, and tearing right out of the fabric enclosure, knocking over the weighted supports in their wake. Then her feet dug in, and pushed back, the silvery claws cutting right through the padded flooring inside the pavilion and finishing off the remaining wall with a kick. At the same time her gloved fore claws extended forwards, and she made an innocent cry of glee. Throughout all this, the gauntlets and helmet had managed to stay in place, despite growth, and even the addition of horns on the back of her head.

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She was flying, soaring over the forest. She craned her neck to look this way and that, at the beautifully rendered trees and landscape. In the distance was a castle atop a hill. A grin crossed the Dragoness' muzzle and she beat her wings harder, headed that way.

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The final change to the poor shinystruck ferret's customer was that her head went from being nestled snugly against her shoulders, to atop a long, elegant neck, nearly level with her fore claws in her 'flight' position. In fact the whole situation brought them to approximately the same distance from each other that they'd started at. Suddenly, her spread wings raised up, and then pushed down powerfully, launching the dragoness up off the platform, cables screeching on their spools to try to keep the equipment connected.

Mall Security was already on its way.

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The Dragoness beat her wings a few more times, bringing her hind claws forward to land within the courtyard of the castle, which appeared to be strikingly similar the inside of a mall. She felt her landing unsteady, as she misaimed and her claws connected with a wagon, which shattered under her mighty weight with the sound of wood, fabric, and rope rending apart. Then the world flickered.

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The VR helmet finally was under too much strain and just split apart as the silver Dragoness came back down with a thud of her hind claws, crushing the flight simulator which had been thankfully unoccupied. The single man who had been standing in front of her in the digital simulacrum was replaced by the awestruck ferret who'd been serving her, his eyes glazed over and his jaws hanging open loosely.

And, as she was a dragon, it was obvious what her next course of action conquering a castle was. Devour the lord in charge. She leaned down and spread her jaws, the silvery teeth parting to reveal a metallic blue tongue which twisted and wrapped up the mustelid effortlessly.

Static let out a soft gasp as he was wrapped up in the metallic gleam that had driven his senses away, except tinted blue and framed with silver teeth. The ferret started to wriggle, not to escape, but to feel more of it, to press into it needily. He pushed away from the unshiny padding beneath his feet and towards the glistening abyss awaiting him at the back of the Dragoness' throat.

Letting out a satisfied rumble, the Dragoness scooped her delectable treat all the way into her jaws, lifted her head up, and swallowed.

Half a dozen mall cops and another dozen mallgoers watched as the metallic dragon's throat distended with the squirming form of the poor employee who was too close when she got hungry. Though those close enough to discern would notice that the ferret didn't seem too upset. Each time his face surfaced as it traveled down the long throat there was a blissful expression in place.

Finally the wriggling lump vanished from sight as it crossed her collarbone... did she even have bones? The Dragoness sighed, and looked around, then down at the remains of the VR helmet still cabled to the stretched out gauntlets. "Oh. Oh... I just did that, like, for real." A soft blush came to her cheeks, as the immense creature turned to look at her side, lifting her wing to get a good look at the wriggling form just barely showing in her middle. "Like, sorry about that, mister. I really should have asked and junk..."

Static just made a few happy chirps, nuzzling around inside her.

Her blush faded as she heard that, swishing her tail around. "Oh good. That would have been like, totally embarrassing." She blinked a bit, as she noticed the mall cops all staring at her. "Oh, I guess I like, super broke this stuff, right? Don't worry, like, I can pay." She nodded firmly. "I've got so much silver at home it's not even funny..." She stood up, the gauntlets on her fore claws crumbling as she flexed them to start to walk. Her wings folded to her sides, hiding the blissfully wriggling shape of the ferret for the time being.

She turned her head slightly and saw a fox and a mouse on the mezzanine, which was her eye level, both blushing deeply as they watched her move. She smirked. "Come by my place later, cuties." She winked and kept walking, scanning the store names, her tail's sways and twists casually clearing the mall floor of anyone who had been gawking, sending them skittering away.

Security didn't know what to do except follow her. One of them had his walkie-talkie out, but he couldn't think of anything to say into it.

The Dragoness stopped abruptly. There, in front of her, was Claire's. She smiled warmly. "Oh right. There's my place. It's even got my name on it." She ducked down, and poked her head into the shop.

The cashier stared at her blankly, overwhelmed. After a few seconds the gecko girl forced a smile and asked. "Can I help you, ma'am?"

"Wow, from 'miss' to 'ma'am' in one day." The silver grumbled a bit to herself, before tilting her head. "Hey, I'm Claire. It was, like, nice of you to watch over my place while I was out n stuff, but I'm back."

"B-back...?" The cashier asked, confused. "M-ma-" She caught herself, and corrected. "Miss! I just work here; I don't own the place..."

Claire grinned, twisting her head so that her chin was nearly on the counter. "Of course you don't. It's Mine. My name's like, totally already on all the stuff, and right above the door." She looked the gecko girl over calmly, before her eyes fixated on the little nametag. "Becky, what I want to know is like, are you going to be okay working for me?"

Becky shivered, seeing all those silvery teeth with every word the dragoness spoke. She weighed reaching for the panic button to call mall security, and then she noticed the mall cops already standing outside the shops, just watching. She swallowed. "Uh... would that be much different from what I've been doing...?"

The dragoness looked pensive for a moment, then grinned. "A lot less dealing with, like, annoying customers, and you don't have to stand behind a lame counter all day n' junk."

The gecko swallowed nervously. "Well... th-that part's good... but what else...?"

Claire scooted forward so that her muzzle practically rested on top of the counter. "You're totally mine is what." Before the employee could react she'd snaked her blue tongue out, fluidly coiling it around the hapless gecko girl, before constricting. The dragoness spread her jaws wider and dragged her tongue back inward.

Becky cried out in shock, but that was all she was able to get out before silver teeth knitted together with a wet snikt. She tried to struggle, but the constricting tongue undulated and passed her effortlessly off to the tight, flexing passage.

The Mall Security watched as once again, a person-shaped bulge distended the underside of the silver dragoness' throat. Finally, the one with the walkie-talkie brought it up to his muzzle and pressed the button. "Uh, we're gonna need to-"

He didn't get any further before the tip of Claire's tail knocked the walkie-talkie free with a deft slap on the guard's wrist, before curling around him as well. The dragoness turned her head, looking out of the shop through the window. She shook her head meaningfully, before she started to work her way into the shop.

Claire was as slight and slim as the doe had been before her fateful experience with virtual reality, but for the undeniable fact that she was immense. Her shoulders and wings should not have been able to fit through the door, reasonably. Despite this, she just compressed down, almost flowing through the door, the way that many boneless creatures could. Unfortunately, a Claire's isn't the largest shop in a mall, and before she'd gotten her hips through the door there was hardly any room left for her. All the displays had been trampled and rent asunder, leaving the stock in a heap in the center of the shop.

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The shopkeeper in the next store over had somehow missed all the commotion, the maned wolf wearing earbuds as he stood behind the glass case that was the counter. On the wall behind him was a number of decorative fantasy swords, and in the case were many, many knives, decorative and utilitarian alike, and all manner in between. A little display case on top of the counter featured a rotating display of fancy old fashioned butane lighters.

It came to some surprise when the wall opposite the display case suddenly buckled and collapsed. Through the rubble pressed the head of the immense silver dragoness, looking a bit annoyed at all the dust that kicked up in the formation of rubble. "That's better. You, sir. Like, my place wasn't nearly big enough so I figured it would be okay if I totally just annexed this shop."

The maned wolf pulled out one headphone, looking baffled. "What...?"

Claire rolled her eyes. If she'd been on a sitcom she would have done a take to the camera. "Just, like be mine and don't make a fuss." She paused and peered into the glass case. "Is that like, a crucifix that's totally also a dagger? Like, the one on Buffy?"

The shopkeeper blinked a few moments, before correcting. "It's a Dirk inside of a Celtic Cross scabbard. It's only a crucifix if it actually has the figure of Christ on it-"

Before he could finish his lecture, he had a blue metallic belt, and the dragoness' jaws had gaped wide.

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A possum in a polo shirt and ill-fitting slacks stood staring at the TV screen behind his counter in the game shop. The walls were lined with game cases and signage on the side he was on, and game memorabilia and collectables on the other.

Abruptly, the wall burst inward, sending vinyl statuettes flying in their boxes, and a great silver tail flopped a mall cop right onto his counter next to his computer. The possum, in shock at this sudden development, collapsed, opened his jaws, and tried to pretend he was dead.

Groaning, the security guard addressed the American marsupial. "Hey. Get up, we need to call the SWAT-"

"Looks like you don't know when to quit." A loud feminine voice interrupted him, and he was dragged out of the possum's sight. This was shortly followed by a strange, slick sound.

Slowly, the cashier of the newly wrecked shop got back up onto his feet and was greeted with a very unusual sight indeed. The broken wall seemed to be taken up almost entirely by a dragon's hindquarters, smooth and silver, with the tail he'd half-seen before connected at the top. There was no sign of the guard who'd been held in that tail mere moments earlier.

The game shop employee wasn't thinking about that, however. His eyes were elsewise occupied. The Possum swallowed. He was a bit overwhelmed, both by the sheer magnitude and also the very fact that the biggest rump he'd ever encountered was pointed right at him, and it was beautiful in every respect.

Unsteadily he clambered over the counter, and approached. "J-just like all the art online..." Before he realized what he was doing, he'd spread his arms and attempted to hug the draconic rear, his arms not even reaching out to the hips. All he accomplished was that his face was in the crevice, directly beneath the base of the dragon's tail. He was powerless to stop what happened when she dropped her hips and her tail in concert.

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Static slowly awoke. He was having a hard time discerning what he remembered from dreams. He got his answers soon enough, as an enormous muzzle stroked over him. He gasped softly. "Mistress...?"

Claire smiled softly. She had Static tucked up against her side, bundled up with one of her wings. The dragoness spoke softly, "Hey, thought you were like, gonna sleep all day again."

A great deal of his field of view was taken up by her silver, and he began to stare again. "Oh... sorry... you're just so comfortable Mistress..."

"Good Kobold." The silver dragoness praised Static.

His reverie was broken for a moment. He looked down at himself. Instead of the musteline body he had expected, he saw reptilian claws on the ends of his arms. A twist showed him that his nearly tubular tail was far longer and tapering to a tip, now, and another twist showed him membranous wings on his back.

"Technically he's an Urd." A haughty voice from nearby stated.

Static turned his head, and saw a lanky Kobold in a vest and a loincloth carefully polishing a sword, before sheathing it and starting on another. And now that he wasn't looking at the silver dragoness, he realized that the walls appeared to be some kind of polished stone, a hint of a metallic sheen to them. Smooth, almost polygonal surfaces simulating more natural contours covered the ceiling and walls, but objects were mounted to the walls seemingly effortlessly. Quite a few of the lanky kobolds' swords were mounted like that.

"Urds are kobolds, dude, don't be so pedantic."

The newly awakened winged kobold turned his head the other way, to discover, bundled up in his Mistress' tail, another kobold who just had his head, tail and claws exposed, and his claws were on a game controller. The game appeared to be on a monitor up on the wall. His side of the cave had a couple other monitors, as well as a few shelves with collectable vinyl figures arranged neatly. His tail was looped a few times around the dragoness' own, apart from the tip, which held a bottle with a sparkling drink inside. As Static watched, the gaming kobold took a swig from his drink with a deft motion of his tail, not even looking away from the monitor.

"Mistress? The head of the guards is here." A feminine voice drew Static's attention away from the game. The kobold who'd spoken was wearing the most of any kobold he'd seen so far, especially compared to himself. A fashionable blouse and pencil skirt. She had a tablet out, and her tail swished as she stood in the arched entrance to the cavern.

"Send him in." Claire nodded, apparently ignoring the petty squabble amongst the other two kobolds.

As the receptionist kobold stepped aside, Static could see two things: one, that that passage led out into an ordinary mall; two, that the head of the guards was another kobold in a mall security uniform. The uniform itself was snug and glossy, with a hint of a metallic quality.

The uniformed kobold saluted sharply, "Mistress, I've received word that Corporate is being sent out to evaluate your presence."

She rolled her eyes. "Like, which corporate? Mall owners? Game shop people? Totally lame sword guys?"

The lanky kobold huffed, but remained silent.

The security kobold nodded. "Yeah, that."

Claire glanced down at Static, giving him a wordless 'are you hearing this?' kind of look, before addressing the uniformed kobold. "Like, are you saying all of them, or just the sword guys?"

"Oh, all of them, definitely." The head of the guards nodded firmly.

She sighed a bit. "Go back to your rounds."

He nodded and sharply turned around to march off.

A few moments later, from either side of the doorway, a fox and a mouse peeked into the cavern.

Static blushed deeply as he felt the dragoness' stomach growl eagerly. He looked up at her.

Claire licked her hips with her long, blue tongue. "Oooh, you two like, totally made the right decision coming to visit like I asked."