Vicky scratched gently behind her right ear, raking her blunt hand claws through the thick fur there, working out a few tangles before finally started to move again. She grabbed on a pair of white cotton panties and a matching bra before tugging on a baggy pair of green cargoes, a tight fitting white T-shirt and a pair of trainers. She strolls down the stairs then, letting out a quiet yawn into the air.
She didn't really know what she wanted to do today, it was the weekend and she hadn't planned anything with her friends, so it was just time to wait around and see what happened. She didn't want to go out for a walk today, not with the amount of dragon-related crime that had sprung up recently, a few furs had disappeared, a few had been found shrunken and left that way, some furs had even been found in macro sized footprints. Dragons were dangerous, all the regular people of the world knew it, they were uncontrollable, and with the powers to basically do anything they wanted, they were unaccountable for their crimes. They had nearly ruled the world for hundreds of years, most didn't hold government or any real positions of power, but regular people knew that if a dragon wanted something, it was best to do it and just pray to not be picked on.
Vicky pushed the thoughts from her height, she didn't like to think about dragons much anymore, she just wanted to relax today. She padded down into the kitchen, pulling open the fridge door, when suddenly.
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