Slowly, you let your eyes drift open, waking from your post-coital nap. You feel more like yourself again, as in your mind feels human at least. You remember last night how you couldn't fight off the innate instincts that drive your new form, how the dragon inside you wrested control of your body. You remember how it felt to have your consciousness forcefully shoved into the back corner of your mind while the feral creature went to work, it frightened you.
You yawn away some of your drowsiness and look down at the still-slumbering Anders curled up in your arms, his fur rubbing soothingly into your underbelly scales. Continuing to look down, you can see your new draconic muzzle takes up a portion of your view. You heave a little sigh knowing that any vestige of remaining humanity within you is no longer visible. Even if you managed to get out of this crazy city or find out what caused all of this, you may have to accept the fact that you'll have to live out the remainder of your days as a large, winged lizard.
Now that you're awake, you begin to appreciate the concept that sleeping on your back might not be the most natural position for a dragon. Your back aches all over, your wings are spread out to your sides and they feel as though they're circulation may have been cut off, you can feel your horns prevent your head from resting against the floor and you can't find a comfortable position to turn to even with your longer-than-human neck.
"Nrgh...ow..." You groan and try to roll over. Anders stirs from his sleep and looks at you with a certain reverence that makes you pause. "G'morning Anders... About last night, I-" You begin to say how you weren't yourself, but the wolf-man lowers his head into your chest begins to lick your scales, they are more sensitive then you would have assumed and the feeling is enough to stop you in your tracks. "Ugh... oh..." You can't help but moan a little at the impromptu tongue bath and Anders really gets into it. His cock starts to engorge and push from its sheath.
After a few minutes, you have to push him away, "Anders, please, that's enough. We have to talk..." You look at your companion. Anders stares at you for a moment and whines a little, but gets off of you and lets you stand.
"As you wish, alpha..." The wolf mumbles, you pause when you roll over. Did he just call you alpha? Your heart sinks a little, you really hope you didn't break Anders last night, you are going to need him moving forward and can't have him acting like some kind of submissive puppy! You try to get up, but things don't feel right, you sway as you lose your balance and a heavy weight hanging off your back end causes you to fall onto your side. Anders is right next to you to help you back on your feet.
You try getting up again, this time watching your feet... well, they are more like claws now, you surmise, hardly surprised at anything anymore. Your new legs appear to be digitigrade and end in claws that have three, thick digits with prominent talons - on which most of your weight is balanced - and something of a dew-claw half-way up the inside of your 'foot'.
You rock back and forth on your new extremities, trying to find a balance on the odd joints, a pendulous motion behind you helps with the task. You crane your neck back - a task you find frighteningly easy with your recently elongated spine - to look past your wings and at your rear. A thickly-scaled and heavy tail swings back and forth helping you retain your balance, it's about four-feet long and has a row of spikes tracing your spine to the tip of the appendage where a great bundle of plumage creates a beautiful, bronze-hued tassel.
Finally, you are on your feet. Now to deal with the real problem... Looking at Anders, you see him panting a little with his red rocket pointing straight up, waiting on your attentions with bated breath. Somehow, last night, you did something that fundamentally changed the way the wolf regards you. He is no longer the independent, former police officer that you met three days ago, nor is he the Anders from before last night either. Something about the way you took ownership of him must have changed him on an instinctual level, your inner dragon forcing his inner wolf to override his human conscience and submit to you and be your beta. Maybe you can draw his human rationale back to the surface.
Looks like you've gotta decide, do you want to keep this wolf as he is and solidify his position below you? Do you try to get Anders to snap out of it like a true friend? or do you really want to test the limits of your draconic powers and attempt to make him your honest to goodness bitch?