Chronicles of a dragon.

The world was a different place since the change. Nobody was quite sure why it happened, or how our plans went so wrong. Needless to say, the world as we knew it was no more. We were all still here, just we adapted. The economy recovered from its disastrous crash, people went back to their jobs, children resumed school. We all learned a lesson or two from the wildfire. It went away after its deed was done, to where; we still do not know. A few oasis of normal life remained, but they were being shut down one by one, as the occupants of the archologies decided to convert to the new life. Billions had died in the wildfire, but nature had reclaimed the world. Old mistakes were wiped clean, and a clean slate was laid out to make all new ones.

But I seem to have gotten ahead of myself. Who am I who tells the tale you ask? I am Tombfyre. I’ll be you’re guide. Though, where were going, I still did not know who I was.

It began like any other crisis did; with a total media blackout. Nobody knew what was going on, because nobody suspected anything for once. It was the year 2001, and the world was still racked with chaos. Wars were being waged in the 3rd world, but the rest of human society turned a blind eye to what was going on. While the “decent” parts of humanity were busy patting themselves on the back, a space probe came back to earth on a routine mission, and brought back a little surprise; a new form of the cold. The scientists at NASA quickly found the new sample, but did not realize that some of it had escaped into the atmosphere. The NASA boyz quickly tagged the sample as “wildfire” mostly in part of a joke. They had no idea what they were playing with.

It was early in 2002 when the first cases of wildfire infection were documented. It was first recorded as a common cold, but with adverse side effects. People got boils, rashes… and the odd dermal deformity. 80% of the people who got the early stages of wildfire survived. And 18/20 of them got away without any after affects. Those 2 people who did now however, were reported to have scars, marks, growths, and other light deformities. Every last reported case of this was carefully covered up, with lots of tax dollars, and plastic surgery.

The cases spread however, and by the summer of 2002, the virus had mutated, and was getting worse.

“Cases of the unknown virus are on a steady increase. What was just folklore back in winter, has in only a few short months, become a world wide threat. We urge out listeners to remain indoors, and to avoid contact with others. We are still unsure of how the virus is spread. Again, if you, or anyone is suspected of being a carrier, we urge you to seek medical attention. Better safe than sorry.”

The TV turned off, and a sigh was heard in the background. A young aged human was holding his head, and looking haggard. He stood up, walked over to his computer, and turned it on.

*** Access node 164.246.723.86 ***
Enter ID:
Tombfyre.
Enter password:
#$*^@$
Access granted. Welcome back Tombfyre.

“Yah yah, just get on with it.”

*** Checking messages, forums, rooms, boards, nodes, and secondary access routes. ***

10%, 25%, 40%, 50%.

“Damn this is taking all day… Others must have been here while I was away.”

80%, 100%. Check completed. New messages displayed below.

“Bout time. Lets see.”

*** Access central net. Relay greeting ***


Tauros: Hi Tombfyre!
Meanbean: hi there!
Tombfyre: Evening all.
Drake: Tombfyre! Hello!
Jade: Welcome to the party!
Tombfyre: Thanx you guys. So I guess you all hear what’s going on in the world right?
Sunblaze: Who does not know by now?
Blue: Yah, the media is saying were all screwed.
Drake: Now now blue, were not all screwed. At least I hope not.
Tombfyre: Yah, were not screwed yet.
Tauros: Yah, I for one am gonna stand up and fight!

And so it went on every night. Night after night of staying in contact with each other. The whole furry community had agreed that if worse came to worse, they would drop what they were doing, and come meet together at least once. Did I mention that I was part of the furry fandom? Well now I did, so there. I thought of myself as a dragon. One of the draconic crowd, who seemed to be stuck. We wanted out… we just did not know how far we would fall.

Our little project to meet up was soon going to become a reality. More and more people were getting sick, and people were starting do die. As many people as possible were going to meet in a remote location, making sure they were perfectly healthy first. So far, it looked like we were going to be seeing well over 10000 of each other. Nobody seemed to care if they lost their jobs, seeing as most things were starting so shut down anyways. The plan on when to meet up got bumped ahead, seeing as the virus started to kill at a much faster rate. We decided to all drop what we were doing, and get together in a coastal town. Some relic of society on the coast of Florida became the prime target, and our shanty town began to swell with numbers. The place we chose was abandoned, and nobody knew what it was called anymore. We called it hope as a joke. About 50000 people drifted into Hope, Florida and every last one of them were somehow involved in the furry community. Sectors of Hope were soon visible. All the inflation obsessed furs took the east end, the macrophiles went north, fat furs to the west, hypers/mirco went south, and the plain and normal furs took central. It was a funny place to be. Everyone liked everyone else. There was no government, or social organization. Everyone just looked out for everyone else. I lived on the border of the north/east areas, because liked both macro, and inflation. Several others lived in border areas. It was funny to call them borders…. Other than some crudely made signs, just to say who likes what, there was no separation. It was nearing Christmas when we lost contact with the outside world. Those skilled with communication tried in vain to regain contact with the rest of the world. We had no idea what was going on at the time, but we found out later. While we were having the time of our lives in Hope, the world had gone to war. One side “knew” the other was responsible for the plague, while the other “knew” that the other had the cure. It went on like that for a while, and soon full world war was declared. It missed us somehow, mainly because we were not on any maps. Nor did we have the power plant running until after Christmas. While we were opening up our new tidal generator, the 3rd world had been destroyed. The rest of the world had also been crippled. Some large city states were formed, as the last bastion of humanity. What the war had not killed, the wildfire was getting rid of. Billions died from the virus and wars put together. A few million were saved from the ravages of both however, and placed into air-tight mega cities. New York was one of these cities. Same with Los Angeles, Washington, Edmonton, Vancouver, Toronto, Ottawa, Paris, London, Moscow, Beijing, Tokyo, and some other random cities, in equatorial areas. Each mega city was self sufficient, and they kept the wildfire at bay.

All other places, not protected by one of the air tight domes constructed, was torn apart by rioting, the wildfire, and poor upkeep. Another 3 billion died as time passed. And only a scant 500 million humans lived on earth anymore. 2million in each mega city, and 460 million scattered across the world. It was in the spring of 2003 when the wildfire struck Hope. Nobody seemed to care anymore, and had finally come to terms with the end. Everyone seemed to get sick at the same time. A widespread cold blanketed the town, and all were sucked into its rage. The strange thing was, weeks passed, and nobody died. Life resumed as normal, and everyone was confused. A town meeting was called, and everyone showed up. The questions were all the same. “What is going on?” And so were the answers. “We have no fucking clue.”

Life went on, and still everyone lived. It was celebrated as a miracle. Nobody was sure why they were saved, and nobody really cared. What was important, was that we were alive! What we did not know however, is that the rest of the population was alive as well. We were not left unscarred however. Many of us started to get the telltale after affects of an encounter with the wildfire, deformations. They were small at first, but over the months, people started to look less and less human. Nobody complained, because it was better than being dead.

Some of us were getting suspicious to our changes, but nobody said anything. It was only when some of us were clearly no longer normal homo-sapiens that vocalizations began. Another town meeting was called, and the topic debated.

“Mr. Chairman, does anyone here have the slightest clue what seems to be happening?”
“No Mr. Speaker. It was rumored that the first people to survive the wildfire had the same kind of deformations that we did, but we all seem to be going past that point. Some of us have suspicions, but no facts.”

I chose that moment to be bold. Standing up, I raised my hand. Or what was left of it.


“Mr. Chairman? Can I say something?”
“And you are?”
“You all know me as Tombfyre.”
“Ah yes, one of the founders. Speak.”
“Ok, we all can see that were not suffering from mere deformations here. I’m thinking we’ve all gotten what we’ve always wanted. Look around you. Everyone is going furry in some way. You can’t tell me that having shiny skin is a deformity, nor being 8ft tall. Its hard to believe, but I for one am happy. Here, look at this.”

I peeled back my shirt sleeve. A small patch of dark red scales were right there on the center of my left arm. All who could see started to cheer.

“Order! Order!”
“Mr. chairman, I don’t believe order is necessary. The people are happy, and rightly so. I don’t have facts on paper, but I believe they are plainly evident.”

I sat back down, and after a few mins of celebratory yelling, the meeting was adjourned. I walked back to my place, and was accompanied by many old friends. Tauros, Drake, Meanbean, Sunblaze, Jade, Blue, Specs, and Magnon all fell into step beside me. We all walked over to the apartments we had fixed up, and entered out respective places. They were my family, and vice versa. Time continued to pass, and everyone kept changing. The central area was overrun with all the normal morphs, while the outer areas were taking longer to change. Latex furs, and other inflatables finally got to put into practice what they had always wanted to do. The hypers were all busy playing with they’re oversized sex organs, and the micros were hard to see. All the fat furs were getting rather round, and waddling around. And finally, us macros were expanding out of our homes. I for one was starting to change fast. The scales had spread all across my body, and I had been on all fours for a week. I slept through most of the changes, and I was glad. Having your bones break, and reform is slightly painful. It took a week for my muzzle to grow in, and I stayed awake after that change. My wings were interesting to get, as they felt like an extra pair of arms. The tail was the best part. I just loved that thing! So think, and powerful, and fun to hug. My body was fully formed as male red dragon, and I was overjoyed. I paraded around the city showing off my new body. Every day was a new treat, as I was several feet longer/taller. I was not the only one getting larger. Tauros my minotaur buddy was up to 20ft, and all the other macros were getting rather large as well. I had to move into a cave when I got too big, because even the warehouses were too small for my giant self. It took a few months, but by fall, nobody had bothered to measure me yet, but I assumed I was 350ft tall, and 800ft long. Everywhere you looked, there were giant furs roaming around. A big wolf known as rogue had occupied a large cave near the one I dug, and Tauros seemed to have moved in with him. I did not know many other macros personally, so I decided to look around.

Everyone in Hope knew me, because you could always see me above the city line. Lots of furs had started to spread out, expanding hopes borders. Mostly the furs that needed more space. I.e.: the macros, and all the big inflationists. I ended up drifting between different parts of the city, liking everyone. One day I was just my usual massive self, the next I was horribly overweight, after that I was full of helium, you get the picture.

Life was good, but conflict was on the way. We thought we were safe from harm here. We thought we were the only ones left. We were wrong.