FSE

Furry search engine

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The city was changing. His city was changing. Ok, so it really wasn't his city but he lived there, his name was on city hall. His family name. The purple dragon stood at the giant picture window of the study of his parents' mansion. Clad merely in jeans and a T-shirt, one would hardly think he cut the proper image of a well to do family's son. Truth be told, he shunned most of the trappings of the family name. The money was nice, but...

With a sigh, the young dragon turned from the window and made his way to the desk. Computer out, he began searching for more information. So far, he had found information on one of the instigators... While he could applaud the skunk's intentions in humiliating one of the most bigoted political forces in the state, the effects were counter productive. Then there were those first responders. Then there was this new individual who'd shown up. Odd that his father's paper would just take on some nobody reporter. Another dragon, so it made some sense, but...

No, this would not do. He stood and packed a tablet under his arm, stuffed a laptop in a bag, then walked out. He stopped long enough to lean in to the smaller office next to the study and say, "I'm going out Wil. I need some alone time." The older wolf in traditional butler's attire looked up from the paperwork he was shuffling to nod.

"Be safe, as usual master Danvers. And if you need any of your... particular requests met, you have my cell." The wolf winked, then went back to work. Wil was a wonder, the young dragon thought.

The dragon, one Cole Danvers, youngest member of the Danvers line. Danvers steel, Danvers City Times, Danvers Petroleum... his family name was everywhere. But unlike his father, unlike his brothers, he had no interest in running the business. No interest in hoarding wealth and power.

No... the names on all those businesses, the signatures on all those papers, those dollars in hands and loans and accounts were a burden. A responsibility. His family made this town, and in his mind it was their role to protect it as much as his elders told him to exploit it.

A simple compact car awaited the young dragon amongst Bentleys, Roles Royces, Ferraris, and even one of those fancy new hybrids. No, a beat old car nearly 20 years old and light as a feather was his ride of choice. Just because he had money didn't mean he had to spend it, after all. A few adjustments to mirrors that had slowly sagged during the night, an almost ritual turn of the key, a press of a clutch, and a turn of the wheel all served to bring the tiny car's even more tiny engine to sputtering life.

Down the drive, out the gate, and onto the roads and he was free. He was no longer Cole Danvers. He was merely the college student Cole, the fun guy who liked to buy rounds at the bar and be goofy in the classroom. It was a relief, really. An escape. None of the pressure. None of the protocol.

None of the demands he find himself a female and continue the family line.

It was that last part that had Cole most annoyed. He... didn't swing that way. Well, not completely. He was more comfortable with guys, that's all.

He distracted himself from his thoughts by turning on the ancient radio and listening to the news. Out of the nicer neighborhood, out into the industrial suburb of Progress City. "Progress. Hah!" He said to himself as he passed abandoned warehouses, dead factories, empty lots.

The old blue hatchback turned into one such abandoned factory and drove to one of the garage doors. It came up when the transponder in his pocket connected to the security system. Down, down past the old machinery covered in tarps and wrapped in plastic, into a sunken concrete pit. As he approached the floor, one of the walls slid open silently and he continued downward. It had been quite the task, getting this place built in secret. But money talks and his Monthly allowance was bigger than most single family's yearly income.

The lab was silent at first, save for humming ventilation fans and a few darkened displays amber status lights. As he stepped out of his car, however, the entire place came to life. It was from this place he played his shell games... moving money, adjusting the family fortune, making anonymous donations... He had more pull than his father realized, more creatures willing to do favors. He understood the game. He just didn't like how his family played it.

So, he called in a favor. A favor he never expected would have led to this. A favor from a special friend on the police force. An email went out. An email to one Augur, the information broker...

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Josh was feeling... well, full. Full didn't even begin to describe the state he was in. When he woke up, he looked pregnant! His belly was domed, his defined abs turned to smooth belly. His navel even looked shallower. When he tried to move, his body sloshed and a spotted hand came to rest on his shoulder. "Shhh... Don't move Josh."

Over the naked, bedridden mouse was the LT. Jim smiled down and murmured, "I locked the office after I cleaned up. I don't know what you did, man, but I feel like a million."

The half dressed officer looked it. His middle aged flab had burnt off, leaving a strong set of abs and a well defined chest. Josh only smiled and reached up to caress the arm. "Well, you're looking good. Like you lost a few years." His mind was still racing. Data, images, words, correlations. But it was becoming easier now. "How long was I out?"

The dalmatian drew a slow breath. "Three hours. You've been moaning and muttering the whole time too. What the hell happened to us?" The dalmatian slumped into his chair, rubbed his hand across his forehead, then dropped it in his lap. He had a noticeable bulge in his pants.

"You won't believe me," the mouse said simply. He laid his hand across his belly and groaned.

"Try me," said the larger male, leaning against the back of his chair. "I'm starting to feel pretty open minded."

That's right, Josh realized, the LT had an ex wife... he was straight as an arrow! Was. "Alright then," he began, slowly recounting his suspicions and what he'd experienced. When he was done, the mouse looked expectantly at the dalmatian.

"So you're telling me... we were infected with something? Something that turned me... well, gay, and you into a cock hungry cum bucket?" The words should have been somewhat insulting, maybe even a little hurtful. The blatant honesty of them though and the history the two shared made the mouse just grin.

"More or less. Magic, at the very least. Some kind of... pheromone enhancement too. How else would you explain Lisa growing a dick?" Josh just rubbed his belly again. Was it going down?

A 'ding' from the other room made both men pause. "What was that?" Asked Jim as he started to hurriedly get fully dressed.

The mouse held up a hand. "An alert. There's... more, Jim." He slowly sat up. Yup, definitely going down. But arousal was coming with the reduction in belly size. "I have a... side job. I do research. Of things others won't or can't look into."

"Black market information," the dog said simply. "I suspected... all that time in the network closet? How absorbed you'd get when you thought you were alone?" the dalmatian's grin merely grows. "But you were good at finding things out, so I let it slide."

"You knew?" Josh said in surprise. "And you... let me get away with it?" he adds, blinking. "LT, that could get you thrown off the force with me, if I got caught!"

"I figured you'd out yourself eventually," the dalmatian said quietly. "So, what was the alert?"

Josh found it odd that his superior was so... casual, so unaffected. In light of the last half a day, however, it didn't seem all that surprising. He was most likely in shock. "A message. One sent to Auger, my online presence." he slowly got up and made his way to his pants. The sweats were barely able to hang on around his belly now. "Where is it all going?" he asked aloud, rubbing his gut.

"Focus Josh," Jim said sharply. "someone is contacting you. We can figure out the rest of this insanity after we deal with something normal." The dog's hand clapped on Josh's shoulder and the mouse smiled.

"Thanks, Jim..." he reached up to squeeze the hand, then turned to his computer. Keys clacked away as he brought up the secure clients he used to stay in contact with his... clients.

"He calls himself Bishop, I've had dealings with him before" the mouse said. "And he knows what's going on. Or at least he thinks he does. He wants my expertise. And a face to face meeting." The mouse rubbed his face slowly. "I don't know what to do, LT. What if it's a trap?"

"Then we'll go together. Tell him you'll meet him. I'll be there to make an arrest and we'll all play it up as a sting operation to show our department can do more." Jim grinned almost wolfishly. Again, this was... not him. Not usually. So eager, instead of his normal reserved self.

"What about Lisa?" Josh asked.

"I think we should risk it. Go see if you can find her. Him," Jim ordered clearly. "And stay out of uniform. Plain clothes."

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So it was that two hours later, dusk starting to turn the city red, gold, and orange, that three males, two confident and one unsure stepped out of a plain white van and into the industrial district. The old Danvers Petroleum warehouse loomed above the trio as they stepped past the open chain-link gate.

"You really need to be more careful," Jim said to his two subordinates. "We've all been affected, so if you smell anything that makes you feel too good to be true, bug out."

A sudden whip of wind stirred the dust past their feet, a few storm clouds on the mountainous horizon signalling a summer storm to come. A new piece of paper was taped to the glass of the side door, blowing in the increasingly energetic wind.

"Come inside, down the stairs, two doors to the left." Read Les... Les, that was going to take some getting used to. The smaller mouse looked up at the thickly built Leopard at his side.

"In we go?" he asked simply, licking his lips nervously.

"In you go," said the deeper voice of the Leopard. "he wants you, not us. I'm still..." he put a hand on the side of his head and shook it as if to clear the cobwebs. "I'm still trying to figure things out, it's better I have the LT here to help keep me level."

Josh gave a deep gulp, then stepped forward. The green irises to his otherwise black eyes scanned the door. He was picking up detail now, tiny details. It was... so hard to not see them. Splinters in the door frame, a scuff on the brass handle. It all came so fast but he could close his eyes and remember almost every detail. With a huff, he stepped forward and gripped the door. A push on the thumb catch and it swung outward silently. Silence... greased, maintained, smell the air. Yes, oil, lubricant. Fresh. Hinges new.

"I'll be back," he said over his shoulder before vanishing into the dim twilight of the unlight corridor. Down the stairs he went, his sensitive eyes following in the low light almost as easily as brightest day.

Outside, Jim looked at Les. "So... Lesley?" he asked the dark furred leopard. "That's what you're calling yourself?"

Les smiled softly. "I didn't exactly chose it. Look..." He pulled out his wallet and flipped it open. The drivers Licence showed it. Lesley. Out came the feline's badge. Yup, Lesley. "And when I think of my own name... it's like... Lisa is out there, through fog. Lesley is clear and present, fresh."

Jim moved closer, drawing his arms around the slightly taller feline. "Well, we're all in this together, man. Man... it's strange to call you that but on some level it feels like I always have."

"That's... the magic," he says quietly. "Magic... voodoo, whatever you wanna call it. That gator whammied me and I can't say it feels wrong." Les put his arms about the slightly shorter canine. Without hesitation their lips met, the two slowly sinking down to the ground as a camera above silently watched on.

Back inside, Josh had found the door on the note. With a heavy sigh, he pushed the door open. The room inside was an office. Was being the key word. Empty old desks from the 70s were spaced across the space, a couple even had old typewriters upon them. The room smelled of dust and steel and rust.

Amongst all the decay was a single desk that wasn't covered in thirty years of dust. Atop it sat an old analog monitor, softly flickering as the green text on the screen glared from the otherwise black background. "Bishop to Knight two," Josh read aloud. A tap of the old keyboard flickered the screen over to a very simple old rendering of a chess board.

No conscious thought was put into the move that Josh laid down. It was the only logical counter. A second move as the computer responded. Then a third. Within ten moves, the black king was in check. There was a soft 'click' from the floor as the screen flickered over to more plain text.

WELCOME AUGER.

With a shudder, the floor began to drop, the desk and a square of tiled floor around it sinking down below the level of the office. The hidden lift moved quickly, dropping down one story, two, three... Roughly 6 floors down, the lift came to a stop in a simple looking single office matching the one above in styling.

The door clicked open and swung wide, revealing a hallway seeming to run off to the left. When Josh entered it, he found the hallway ended a few feet from the door. Out into a concrete bunker of immense proportion, looking to have once been military in scope, concrete panels held in by bolted steel poles dug into the rock, industrial lights, even an old excavator half dug into an unfinished tunnel.

Along one wall was a myriad of panels... Televisions, monitors, all showing parts of the city, news feeds, CCTV cameras, aggregations, real time traffic. A single large chair was set before the massive information system, a chair armed with a split keyboard and trackball. With a huff, the mouse approached slowly. "This... is decidedly not consumer grade," he commented aloud.

"No, it is most definitely not," Said a smooth, young voice behind the mouse. "Most of it's from military contracts, high end DARPA experiments, even a few deep black operations."

Josh spun quickly, turning to look at the owner of the voice. A figure in a long black coat, black gloves, and a black hood stood there, leather clad tail swaying behind him. It was impossible to tell the species at first, if only because of the heavy gear. A quick tug to the cowl and hood though, and what appeared to be a carbon fiber mask of white with a black notch mark to make it look like a bishop piece from a chess board, covered an obviously saurien muzzle.

"I did not expect you to come," The masked figure said. "But that you are here means that I was right, there's something big going down." The figure's heavily booted feet slowly thumped against the polished concrete floor of the bunker. "It is good to finally meet you, though I am surprised to find out that Auger is Joshua Anders, one of the people I've been investigating." the creature said finally.

"I wouldn't exactly say meeting is the right word," Josh replied. "Since you know who I am and you are wearing a mask." Mask was definitely carbon fiber. Woven, lacquered, need expensive equipment for that. Gloves looked to have steel plates in the backs of the fist and reinforcement over knuckles. Boots were heavy, as was the coat. Perhaps meant more for hand to hand weight than distance combat. The mouse blinked his odd eyes and realized that only a few fractions of a second had passed since he started his analysis.

"Forgive me... But I have to be sure. My face is a liability." The heavily armored creature crossed his arms. "This is, in fact, a voice modulator you're hearing. I don't want anyone to know who's behind this mask unless I trust them. You've been tainted. I do not trust you."

Josh blinked. He laughed next and leaned back against a concrete column. "Tainted? Oh you have no idea. But how do I know you're not working with the Skunk? Or the Gator?"

Bishop's masked figure went stalk still. "Gator? What Gator?" The reaction time was too fast to be a lie. Pheromones, what there was of them, indicated fear, surprise.

"He doesn't seem to be hiding, per se. He goes by William Vaudou. He... is why I'm not a drooling, mindless slut like our missing squad member, Yuri." The mouse crossed his arms. "I'm surprised you didn't know."

Bishop twitched his tail and growled. "Dammit, I knew I was missing something." He reached up with a single hand and there was a pointed click and a hiss. The mask pulled away, revealing that inside was a purple vissage. It wasn't quite as saurian as the mask itself, more...

"You're Cole Danvers," Josh said in surprise. "Holy shit you're..."

Cole held up a hand. "Look, I don't know who may have followed you here. Bishop." The dragon strode to his chair and set in the terminal. He typed as fast as he could, fingers flying over the customized interface. "Thanks to you, i'm tapped into the police network too. Let me pull up the CCTVs. What part of town does this gator frequent?"

Josh was still in shock. Well, for a few more moments. In a way, it made sense. All the equipment, the old Danvers Petroleum plant and the warehouse. He snapped out of his reverie when the question was asked. "Les said he ran into him in a dive bar on the west end." The screens lit up with camera views. Hundreds of them. Josh went into a bit of a trance, his pupils dilating. This went unnoticed by the dragon as he flicked his eyes across the screen.

"This could take a while, recording and watching by..."

"There," Josh interrupted, pointing to one view. A flush of pleasure passed through the mouse, arousal building as he focused. "Sixteenth and Ashburry... Jimmy's pub and pool hall."

Cole could only blink in surprise, turning to the singled out view and leaning forward a bit. "You're right. How did you see that?" he asked, zooming the view up. There was an overall clad gator wandering into the bar. A few moments later, a silver sport bike drew up. "Is that...?"

"Yes, it is. It's our suspect." Josh said as the skunk got off the bike and vanished into the bar. "I can't assume they're working together, but that is unmistakably him." A surge of arousal came to the mouse. It wasn't mindless, but it was powerful. "He's a hottie, isn't he?"

The dragon laughed and shook his head. "Eyes on the prize, Officer Anders. There's no way we can get there just now. But we know where one of them holds up."

The mouse nodded his head. Barely Five minutes later the skunk stepped out and mounted his bike. With that, he was gone. Bishop typed into the command line at the bottom of the screen and the view changed to surrounding cameras. The bike showed up for a flash heading north. The cameras adjusted again, along the street lights on the road heading north. The bike passed two more streets, headed west.

"He's heading to the highway," Bishop said quietly. "Once he hits that, we'll lose him in the traffic." the dragon's snout wrinkled a bit as he realized his companion had been... silent. "Josh?" The mouse was staring, watching. Without a word he moved forward and all but sat on the dragon's lap.

Bishop's face flushed a darker purple as the mouse ground down in against his steel loin cup. Hands set upon his console and fingers flew at supernatural speed. Josh was muttering under his breath, so fast the dragon could not discern what was being said. Commands flew into the interface, lines of text scrolling by as Josh took over his computer with the ease of a child figuring out a screwdriver for the first time. Camera after camera followed the skunk out to the highway, then along the interstate north.

"We have him," the mouse finally said, just before the cameras started to go out, one by one. They started just outside the bar. Then two at a time, a dozen, focusing on the bar itself.

"What's happening? What are you doing to my system?" the dragon demanded, trying to push the mouse out of his lap. Odd, the smaller male had an iron grip on his control chair.

"I'm saving it," Josh growled back. The erection in his pants was somewhat disconcerting, as was the scent filling the air as the mouse moved. Faster, faster... his eyes glowing a soft green as the computer began a power down sequence, pulling off the network, walling itself up before...

A crack of thunder pounded the building, followed by distant cries. Another rumbling wave rolled through the underground complex. "There's a freak storm. It doesn't feel natural, not right." The mouse's voice had reached a monotone. He was delivering the information in an efficient manner. "It's frying the Police network, taking down the CCTV cameras. An unknown energy wave, similar to what altered perceptions and memories in the office after Lisa became Lesley."

Bishop wanted to ask what the mouse meant, but the power went out, leaving the pair in the dull glow of the emergency lights. "Damn..." came from his lap. That scent. That heavenly scent... He had to get closer... Then his own mask was being fit over his face and with a hiss, purified air started to filter through the mask and the haze of lust started to fade.

"It seems I am still touched in some way," the mouse said, emotion filtering back into his voice. "I'm putting off pheromones, Bishop. Addictive, mind altering pheromones."

The dragon took a deep breath, then sighed. "yes, addictive. But perhaps not as mind altering as you think." he shifted, his erection painful against his armor. "Up and out," he commanded sternly. "I need to find out everything you did in your little escapade once I get the power on."

Josh felt horrible and ashamed of himself as he got out of the dragon's lap. "I... I don't know what came over me," he said softly. Only, he perked up. "Jim and Les! They're outside in this!"

Bishop tilted his head, then looked up. "Your squad is here? Shit... the lift is out. Stay here, touch nothing." The dark emergency lights were little hindrance to Josh, letting him watch the dragon vanish into the darkened halls leading away from the bunker.

As soon as he entered the black hallway, green lit up around the eye sockets in his mask. A wireframe overlay of the corridor was displayed, along with a low light image from the hidden infrared lights in his mask. Down the passage, up the stairs, around through the building to the side door... to find discarded clothes just inside. A moan caught his ear behind him, making the masked dragon turn and pause.

Laying in one of the empty rooms were a rather buff dalmatian and a large leopard male. Both were naked, with the leopard firmly stuffed with the dog's dick. The dark furred melanistic feline looked up lazily, grinning lustfully. "oh look, a black knight..."

"Bishop. You two should be ashamed of yourselves, but there's something massive going down so I'll let it slide. Get dressed, your friend is safe below." The black figure turned and stepped into the hallway. Truth be told, Cole was incredibly turned on. It wasn't the pheromones, his mask ensured that. No, these men were hot. It had been affecting his judgement since seeing the odd eyes of the mouse down in his bunker.

"Follow me," he said simply as the pair, mostly clothed, stepped into the hall. He led them with a flashlight, the way down into his sanctum obscured in the dark.

Jim was the first to speak up. "So... you're Bishop. You're smaller than I imagined." This drew a chuckle from the large feline.

"And what does size have to do with ability?" Bishop asked defensively.

"Woah, settle down... and why is it so dark?" asked the almost purring voice of the dark furred leopard. "Is this just for effect?"

"No, there's been a power surge. Your friend said something started shutting down the police network and blowing out systems. Since I am plugged into that network, I had to shut down. Sadly, it killed the power here too." Bishop rolled his eyes under his mask.

"That's pretty damned open, to be telling us these things," Jim said plainly.

"Well, your little friend has proved his reliability by saving my systems, so I'm going to cut you two some slack." Bishop stepped into the emergency lit bunker with the two other men in tow. They could only see the barest bits of detail, though their ears told them they were in a large space.

"You two wait here. It's about time I brought up the independent power..." As Bishop vanished into the darkness, Josh's form moved from the shadows.

"I smell you two had some fun while I was gone," Josh said as he approached. "What happened to 'smell something too good, bug out'?" he asked with a little amusement in his voice.

"We ah," started Les.

"We slipped up," Jim countered, chuckling softly. "Les here is just... well, look at him. He's an Adonis!" Les just blushed and looked away.

Josh closed the distance to the other two males and hugged them both. "Shh, I understand. I've been with both of you since the changes started, I know how irresistible both you have become." He paused, then murmured, "not that I didn't find myself fantasizing about both of you before the changes set in."

All three males stood in awkward silence for a moment. That moment was all that was needed for a deep, ground trembling hum to pick up, grow into a whine, then pass out of hearing. The vibrations stopped as outside, the only telltale of activity picked up... a wisp of steam sputtering from the top of an old processing plant exhaust vent.

The lights flickered to life and the skulking shape of Bishop slowly materialized out of the far end of the massive bunker.

With the lights on it became clear that there was much more here than the monitors. The cloaked figure moved past a half assembled vehicle of some kind, a beat up old car, a motorcycle, tables and racks of guns. Cabinets of ancient painted steel and filing cabinets aged about as old as the building itself were spaced between items willy nilly, as if all this had been done by one person.

With a grunt, Bishop pulled his mask off, the soft hiss of the seal breaking coming just before his face was revealed. "Alright you three, find a room," the dragon said with some minor annoyance.

"You're..." began Jim

"Yes, I know who I am. Now, you. Joshua, lets see what you did to my computer." The dragon turned from the trio and made his way to his chair. lines of text ran across the smaller monitor as the system reported its status. "It's not good to hard down a mainframe like that, kid."

"Who're you calling kid?" Josh said, bristling a little.

"I, the sixty year old dragon, am," Bishop responded. The three poliece officers exchanged glances and Jim shrugged.

"He's got you there, Josh."

The mouse just gave a grunt and leaned against a pillar. "I'm not a kid though," he replied. It felt... good, in a way. A break in tension. Natural.

"I'll be damned... how did you spin down a mainframe that fast?" Cole asked, watching the startup sequence roll by. "It takes 20 minutes to IPL this thing, yet here you just threw it around like a cheap desktop."

The cameras came back online a few moments later, including a playback of Jim and Les making out outside the building. Everyone stared for a few moments, until a few clicks later the image was replaced with a live feed.

With that, the dragon spun in the control chair and leaned back. "Alright... so we lost our skunk, dogs and cats are fucking together, and we have a mouse who can teach a computer to do backflips." He leaned forward. "What does that give us?"

"Two confused cops, a kid with an attitude, and a whole lot of things none of you understand." Josh was somewhat surprised with himself as he stood up off the wall. "First off, What happened to us? Was not matter of technology. There's power at work here that's bigger than that. Magic, for one. Some kind of magic infused tech, to boot."

Bishop blinked once. "Magic? No one's practiced magic on that level since..." he trailed off, a sheepish smile spreading his face as the other three turned to him. "What? You thought it was all fairy tail? No, magic is quite real, and quite heavily controlled. It's lost potency too, since technology has begun to usurp the duties it used to. Fewer and fewer practitioners means more energy to throw about, but less control."

Les and Jim just stared, continued staring, trying to wrap their heads around the admission. Sure, something strange had happened, and Josh the ever paranoid conspiricy theory buff had told them, but to hear one of the city's oldest family members admitting to it...

"Woah woah woah... so you're telling me, that this," Les said, straightening his spine. "Is magic? That someone just mumbojumboed at me and I became... this?!"

Josh's eyes rolled as he said, "I told you that back at the precinct!"

"Yeah, but I didn't believe you! Magic? That's insane." Les' tail began to flick nervously, the male was starting to look visibly bulkier. Thicker. His scent too grew thicker on the air, which at first had Bishop grabbing for his mask. But it wasn't arousal...

The clothes started to split around the leopard's shoulders, his slacks tearing up to his knees. He groaned in pain and sunk down, grabbing his head as he got visibly bigger. Green wisps of energy were pouring off his frame, looking like emerald fire rippling across the bulging muscles. Even his eyes were emerald coals as he grew another foot and put on almost a hundred pounds of muscle. The Leopard's dark fur bristled before he sunk back to his rump, landing on it. A good foot of height had been gained, leaving him a panting, sweat soaked mountain at almost seven and a half feet. "What's happening to me?" he groaned, his voice noticeably deeper.

Josh was in action before any of the others, moving up and grabbing Lesley's head. "Les. LES! Listen to me... focus on my voice..." the mouse's own eyes were glowing the same green, flickering coals that met the black furred leopard's own. "Breath. Breathe... In... out... calm down..." The big cat looked into the mouse's eyes, breathing in... both Jim and Bishop noticed the smell coming off the mouse. The scent was laced with pheromones, chemicals.

Everyone but Josh started to look drowsy as the mouse held the leopard's face against his chest. "Breathe... breathe..." By the time Lesley went still, his body was returning to normal. It didn't reach it though, that extra foot of height and muscle growth didn't vanish completely. He was bigger than before by leaps and pounds. The now larger feline pulled back and looked up at Josh, who just smiled.

"Seems I don't just make computers turn tricks," he said, his scent dissipating rather quickly. "Most of this comes to me on instinct, but I am learning. Fast. Like I learned your computer, Cole."

The dragon bristled again. "Bishop."

"I'm sorry, Bishop," Josh said. "That being the case... Perhaps we should start using codenames. I'm still Auger. Perhaps even more now than ever. I'm picking up so much detail, so many things..." He glanced at Jim. "I think, until we know more what that skunk spunk did to you, I'll just keep calling you LT. you ok with that?"

Jim just nodded, sitting down on the cold concrete floor. "Les? You're a real beefstick now its seems, how about..."

"Alleyway," Les cut in, his head clearing with surprising speed. "What?" he asked when Jim looked at him. "Like you didn't know I spent most of my time patrolling alleys and getting in fights after work."

"Needs work, but it's a good start I guess," Josh replied.

The whole time Bishop just sat, looking bemused. "so just like that? Naming yourselves, like Superheros or something."

Josh tilted his head curiously. "Heros? I don't know that we're heros, Bish. I do know that we have been changed. So far, me and Les most of all. I plan to do something good with it."

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An hour later, Les and Jim were getting back in the unmarked van. The two looked at each other, then grinned. "so, how long before Josh is down Bishop's pants?" Les asked.

"I give him ten minutes," Jim replied. "You know," the dalmatian said, leaning over to press his head against the big feline's shoulder. "a week ago, I'd have been disturbed, upset, even... just at the thought of what we did, what you and Josh did. Now? I can't get it out of my mind. And I kinda like it."

Les flexed his meaty paw and grinned. "I kinda like it too, LT." The big feline grabbed the dalmatian's head and the two sunk into a long kiss.

Down below, Josh watched the van roll out of the abandoned facility, hit the main road, and take off. He was currently sitting in Bishop's command chair, pondering. Thinking. Once the dragon returned, however, it was sans his armor and mask, plain clothes just a set of beat up denim jeans and a fashionably wrinkled oxford shirt over a white muscle shirt below.

"So," Josh said with a slight smile. "You're ok with giving me unfettered access to your baby here?"

Bishop chuckled and muttered, "after you saved her and even improved her in the last hour while talking to us? I think she's as much your baby as mine." The dragon paused for a moment, then asked, "Auger, do you think we'll actually be able to do any good?"

The mouse just smiled. "I think we will. But you know, now that we have you to help, I think it'll be easier. You've got connections, money. The law can't stop things like this. We can." The mouse was typing at the same time, not even looking at the computer as text and commands flew across the console. No, all his attention was on Cole. Well, most of it. his sweats were tented by an erection that sort of scared him. The air was filling with his pheromone laden musk again.

"It's not all that bad," Bishop said as he leaned forward. "I can resist... I can. But..." he drew himself down and pressed his boxy snout to Josh's lips. "I don't want to. I just met you, but I can't help but trust you, desire you." he put his muzzle to the mouse's ear. "Need you."

"That's the musk, the pheromones, not you," The mouse replied. "you really should keep that mask on around us."

Bishop licked Josh's lips once with a broad, black tongue. "why? I don't want to. I'm starting to see what's so seductive about all this. The power... Yet you're not seeming to fall to it. not yet. I think I'd like to keep you that way."

Josh's hands stilled. He looked away from the dragon for a moment, then looked back. "co... Bishop. It might be best if we... work this out now."

The dragon licked his lips. "I couldn't agree more. Strip, mouse." Josh blinked in confusion, but found his hands moving to his top, lifting it slowly over his lithe body.

"Faster, Auger. Faaaaster..." The dragon's smile was mischievous. But more than that, it was controlled. Bishop watched Josh strip, soon standing naked with ten inches of shaft jutting at attention. "it wasn't this big yesterday was it?" the dragon asked, trailing the back of a claw up the underside of the sensitive organ. "Or this big when you sat in my lap before."

"How did you know?" Josh gasped.

"You're not the only one with a very well trained eye," Bishop responded. "Now, out of my chair."

Josh's body almost poured out of the seat and to the floor, finding that he just wanted to kneel there. What was that scent. That smell... Was it...?

"You're also not the only guy here with a powerful set of pheromones in his musk," The dragon said, settling down onto the almost throne-like seat. His sneaker was kicked off, revealing a three toed foot in an open toed sock. He peeld the sock away and casually tossed it to the floor. "I wonder how it feels, as enhanced as you say you are."

Josh was about to speak when those thick digits eclipsed his vision of the room. The underside of the dragon's scaled foot was bare, smooth skin. The same smooth skin covered the undersides of the toes themselves, scales starting up as tiny little diamonds around the edges, then thickening up into plates over the top of his foot. All of this Josh noticed in an instant. Noticed, felt, desired.

Bishop groaned as Josh's tongue caressed across the ball of his foot, up into the cleft of his toes, then up over the middle claw. The dragon was surprised, but also delighted as he felt tingles of energy from the boy below. "Mmngh, oh Auger," he huffed, curling his toes to trap that tongue against them for a moment.

Again it swiped across his foot, then dug up across the immaculately cleaned and maintained feet, not a bit of old scale or even fuzz from the socks to spoil the delicious, perfect digits. Josh couldn't help but moan, giving himself to the dragon's foot. Josh's fingers brushed the other sneaker, grabbing it and ripping it off. The sock went next, and the foot was pressed to his belly.

Bishop was panting as the white mouse's tongue put him in places he'd never been before. He'd playfully put creatures under foot before, but never to this end. Never to this much pleasure. His jeans tented painfully before he could fish his fly open and let his cock free. A foot of thick black shaft spilled out of his pants, pulsing hotly in his grip. It wasn't hard yet but it was eagerly working towards it.

Josh himself was quickly getting aroused, his own pink shaft rubbing against the side of the foot on his belly, leaving small slimy trails of pre as it grew. The murine male gave a happy huff and set the now moistened foot down and moved both of the dragon's feet to his throbbing organ. A slow roll of his hips later, and he was gently thrusting against those heavenly soft soles, all while working to lean himself in towards that ebon spire erecting itself before his eyes.

"Oh Bishop," Josh murmured quietly, pressing his nose in against the base of that pulsing cock. "You smell so good. Better than the seed, better than Jim or Les..." A hand came down and planted itself atop the mouse's head, pushing him deeper into the open fly and against the pulsating orbs the dragon had hidden away inside still.

"Call me Cole," he murmured. "Right now, it's just Cole..." The dragon helped feed Josh's muzzle right into his pants, where his dick stood proud over the waistband of his briefs. The eager mousey male tried to grip at the dragon's pants to pop them open, but the bigger purple hand gripped his own and pulled it away. "Leave them on," Cole whispered.

"Yessir," Josh found himself whimpering as he drew in long, electrifying lungfuls of the dragon's scent. It seemed to empower Josh further, inspiring his tongue to drive down past the waistband and tease the twin orbs hidden within. He then moved upward, drawing his nose along the side of Cole's shaft to the very tip. Both men looked at each other's faces, smiled playfully, then followed through.

Cole pushed his feet down against Josh's dick, enjoying the thickness rubbing across his soles. In turn, Josh wrapped his lips around Cole's proud spire, both creatures giving in to their desires. Josh's potent musk filled the cavernous bunker, further weakening Cole's inhibitions and making it impossible to hide from. That scent would linger for days at least. Up and down the feet went, up and down the mouse went.

Hungry, noisy slurpings filled the air as Josh filled his face with dragon flesh. Up and down, down and up, over and over again the thick organ pushed into his maw, filling him right to the throat. At the same time though, he was thrusting, thrusting eagerly against those heavenly feet. The pair felt something... something building.

Josh's eyes were once again burning green coals. His thick pre squirted across Cole's feet again and again, an eerie green glow tingling its way across the dragon's toes. Both males felt as if they were experiencing the other's pleasure as pressure built within both sets of balls. The green fire and wisps of white floated from Josh's frame, floating about Cole and coiling about his body.

As the pleasure came crashing down over them both, the twisting green and white shot into the dragon's muzzle, drawing inward as his breath was gathed for a powerful scream. Josh's organ was pulsing, gaining thickness as the mushroom tip bloated, straining, getting painfully hard and almost purple with how engorged it was with blood. The cumslit yawned wide as his urethra bulged, thick, green tinged seed erupting across the dragons feet! The stuff glowed lightly, like glow in the dark goo that clung and washed its way between the dragons toes, over his soles, and dripped into sticky, musky puddles.

Josh was of course, silenced by the cock crammed down his throat, a cock that was slowly thickening and growing further as the dragon came. An inch, two, three, leaving fifteen inches of dragon happily buried in his throat. The seed shot deep, filling him, satisfying a hunger he had been feeling since Les filled him earlier that day. So much seed, so much potency and power... his belly began to bloat from the sheer quantity coming from Cole's thighs, the dragon's potency ramping up as he too was touched by Josh's ability to channel both the skunk's supernatural pheromones and the gator's brand of magic.

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Many noticed the potent release, sending ripples through the city in various forms. It peaked alongside two sisters in a tavern's private room, pushing their pleasure higher. It washed over a green dragon typing away at his desk, causing his pants to tent and a thick dark stain to spread. Jim and Les had to pull over as they were hit with a pair of powerful climaxes. Skunk eyes lit up with perverse satisfaction as a gator's brows knit in concern, both looking towards the sky. A new piece was on the field.