Your full bosom

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Wait, What? 
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I'm a dragon dammit!  I'm a sleek, aerodynamic ''reptile''!  Sleek,
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aerodynamic reptiles don't have bosoms! 
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You rush to the mirror, sure enough, to your horror, there, on either
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side of your once beautiful armored chest are two large swollen
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looking lumps. They can't be tit's! Beautiful reptiles like you don't
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have tits!
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You explore the 'bosoms' with your hands.  They feel soft, kind of
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squishy, you expect them to be painful to the touch, but they aren't.
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They really don't feel any different than the rest of you, except for
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their revolting softness and the annoying way they jiggle when you
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move.
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You freeze in panic, tumors! Oh, god, what if it's a cancer or
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something?
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Wait an minute, calm down. Take a deep breath. You have never heard of
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tumors that were symmetrical like this.  You inspect them closer, sure
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enough, yes, dammit, nipples!  You've seen these things on mammals,
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dirty, hairy, smelly, disgusting mammals!  Pink no less, little pink
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nipples!
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You roar with anger. Now you can't decide what is worse, the swollen
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lumps or the obscene color clash of those awful pink nipples in the
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middle of your once lovely purple and green chest.  The ruined
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aesthetic of your carefully polished scales offends you.
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Philosophically, morally and deeply you are offended.  Even when you consider how
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difficult it will be to fly with these abominations swaying and
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jiggling around under you, it's the offensive color pink that angers
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you the most.
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How did this happen? Who did this to you?  When you find out they are
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going to pay!
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You lash your tail.  A single furious twitch. Your nightstand
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explodes. A four foot gash appears in the wall. Two of the wall studs
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are cut, splintered, pulverized.
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You force yourself to calm down.  Distracted for a moment you make a
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mental note to buy some drywall and spackle to fix that wall.  You're
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not sure how to handle the smashed wall studs though. You're a dragon
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not a carpenter. No use in destroying the apartment, besides the
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security deposit doesn't cover structural damage.
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You kick the debris of your nightstand around until you are able to
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get to the bed. You think back on the last few days.  You and some of
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the girls went on a hunting trip in the mountains.  The thermals were
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great, good soaring weather.  It was bit chilly.  The cold makes you
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drowsy, but the cold makes the hunting challenging.  Picking off
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mountain goats would be too easy if it weren't for the cold.  You got
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two and Shelia got one. Pam and Ann, the wimps, stayed at camp, next
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to the heater.
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Later the four of you went to that club Ann likes.  The place was
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full of mammals but the UV lights were awesome. The UV really warms
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you up. It felt especially good after all that the cool mountain air.
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To be honest, it also didn't hurt that you were the center of
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attention.  Under the black light your purple scales disappeared,
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replaced by a black so deep that it was like no light could escape.
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Your green highlights flickered and danced like lightning above the
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void. You looked like a living, breathing embodiment of a
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singularity. A cosmic storm. Your red eyes sunk deep in the blackness,
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pure nightmare fuel. Every eye in the place was on you. You were
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simply stunning. You didn't pay for a drink all night.
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Later the four of you flew home, you said good night to the girls and
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you went home, alone, and to bed. No blackouts, no memory gaps. That
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was all.
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So it had to be something in the mountains or the club. The club!
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Someone at the club slipped you something!
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But what to do about it?
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* [[Fly to a doctor and see if this is reversible]]
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* [[Fly to the club, start breaking things and killing people]]
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{{FurStatus|Equipment=''Nothing''|Health=100|Gender=X|Species=Dragon}}
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[[Category: Furry World]]

Current revision as of 11:53, 14 October 2014

Wait, What?

I'm a dragon dammit! I'm a sleek, aerodynamic reptile! Sleek, aerodynamic reptiles don't have bosoms!

You rush to the mirror, sure enough, to your horror, there, on either side of your once beautiful armored chest are two large swollen looking lumps. They can't be tit's! Beautiful reptiles like you don't have tits!

You explore the 'bosoms' with your hands. They feel soft, kind of squishy, you expect them to be painful to the touch, but they aren't. They really don't feel any different than the rest of you, except for their revolting softness and the annoying way they jiggle when you move.

You freeze in panic, tumors! Oh, god, what if it's a cancer or something?

Wait an minute, calm down. Take a deep breath. You have never heard of tumors that were symmetrical like this. You inspect them closer, sure enough, yes, dammit, nipples! You've seen these things on mammals, dirty, hairy, smelly, disgusting mammals! Pink no less, little pink nipples!

You roar with anger. Now you can't decide what is worse, the swollen lumps or the obscene color clash of those awful pink nipples in the middle of your once lovely purple and green chest. The ruined aesthetic of your carefully polished scales offends you. Philosophically, morally and deeply you are offended. Even when you consider how difficult it will be to fly with these abominations swaying and jiggling around under you, it's the offensive color pink that angers you the most.

How did this happen? Who did this to you? When you find out they are going to pay!

You lash your tail. A single furious twitch. Your nightstand explodes. A four foot gash appears in the wall. Two of the wall studs are cut, splintered, pulverized.

You force yourself to calm down. Distracted for a moment you make a mental note to buy some drywall and spackle to fix that wall. You're not sure how to handle the smashed wall studs though. You're a dragon not a carpenter. No use in destroying the apartment, besides the security deposit doesn't cover structural damage.

You kick the debris of your nightstand around until you are able to get to the bed. You think back on the last few days. You and some of the girls went on a hunting trip in the mountains. The thermals were great, good soaring weather. It was bit chilly. The cold makes you drowsy, but the cold makes the hunting challenging. Picking off mountain goats would be too easy if it weren't for the cold. You got two and Shelia got one. Pam and Ann, the wimps, stayed at camp, next to the heater.

Later the four of you went to that club Ann likes. The place was full of mammals but the UV lights were awesome. The UV really warms you up. It felt especially good after all that the cool mountain air. To be honest, it also didn't hurt that you were the center of attention. Under the black light your purple scales disappeared, replaced by a black so deep that it was like no light could escape. Your green highlights flickered and danced like lightning above the void. You looked like a living, breathing embodiment of a singularity. A cosmic storm. Your red eyes sunk deep in the blackness, pure nightmare fuel. Every eye in the place was on you. You were simply stunning. You didn't pay for a drink all night.

Later the four of you flew home, you said good night to the girls and you went home, alone, and to bed. No blackouts, no memory gaps. That was all.

So it had to be something in the mountains or the club. The club! Someone at the club slipped you something!

But what to do about it?

Furry Status (you)
Health 100 Equipment:

Nothing

Gender X
Species Dragon
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