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Havok yawned and stretched as he woke up and got out of his bed. As he rolled over and swung his legs over the side one of his hands instinctively went to his stomach, which still felt full from the night of eating that he had done with Jerkah. There was also still the faint taste of chocolate and other flavors in his mouth, too, as a reminder of the particularly tasty dessert course that he had the last night. Just the thought of what happened caused a grin to appear on his muzzle as he got showered and dressed for the day ahead. As he pulled on his shirt his phone started to ring and when he picked it up Renzyl's voice came over the line to tell him to meet in the lobby.

The hotel was buzzing with activity as he rode the elevator down, which when he asked a male rubber lizardman clad only in a thong it was explained to him that it always gets this way when more than one brother was in the resort. It also meant that the chance of being changed by a particularly amorous individual was increased exponentially, but for Havok that wasn't an issue since Renzyl had already declared him off limits unless otherwise specified. The dragon hadn't realized that he had been under the rubber dragon's protection, although as he watched the various floors go by he did see that the amount of lewd acts had significantly increased. As he passed by one floor he saw a spandex wolf and a metallic tiger double-teaming a humanoid creature that started to transform from both ends into a strange hybrid of the two.

The elevator quickly arrived at their destination; however, and Havok immediately saw Renzyl standing there talking to someone else in front of the fountain. The other person had their back turned to him so he didn't know who it was, but the rubber dragon saw him approach and immediately waved him over. "Good morning, Havok," Renzyl greeted once he was close enough. "Allow me to introduce you to your guide for today; Havok, this is my friend Serathin, Serathin, this is the dragon I told you about."

"A pleasure to meet you," Serathin said as he reached out shook Havok's hand, the sabertooth creature's muzzle curled up in a grin as he looked at him with glowing green eyes. "I brought a few tricks today that I think you might enjoy. For the sake of the resort and the other guests, though, I've been asked to take you off-campus for this particular day, which is fine by me."

"We just don't need any additional unchecked corruption of yours lingering here once you leave," Renzyl replied. "Speaking of such, you didn't bring... that particular part of you into this, did you? Because l know how your kind spread like wildfire."

Serathin just laughed as Havok looked at them in both interest and confusion. "I would never do that," the saberwolf replied. "Plus there's a strict stance on inter-dimensional relations with that particular life for the reason that you're stating. I have plenty of other fun tricks, though, and speaking of which we should be going. If you'll follow me, Havok, my ride is parked outside."

The two gave Renzyl one last farewell before they walked out of the resort and into the parking circle where people could drive up to check in or out. Sitting there on one side of it was a sleek-looking motorcycle with two helmets of it that Serathin walked up to. He took one of the helmets and tossed the other to Havok before he got on and started it up. The white-scaled dragon quickly pulled on the protective device and sat behind him and once he was secured the engine roared and the two took off down the street into the city of the pocket dimension.

As they rode down the streets of the city Havok started to feel a strange tingle in his hands and arms where they were wrapped around the saberwolf's waist. With the tint of the helmet and the speed that they drove down it made identification of what was happening to him impossible, but he assumed that it was just from the vibrations of the motorcycle. Eventually Havok forgot about it as they pulled into a rather large, almost warehouse-like building that was situated away from the city proper. The sign had a picture of two furs that were shooting at each other with lasers, which gave him a clue on what they were about to do.

Once they had parked and entered the building they found the lobby area to have quite a few creatures in it. Most of them were decked out in laser tag equipment, all of them holding some sort of weapon as the sabrewolf steered him towards the front desk. "Hi, my name is Serathin," he told the front clerk. "I was the one that set up the game for right now, is everything ready?"

"One second Mr. Sabertooth," the clerk replied as she began to type onto her computer. "I see you have a private match scheduled and it appears that most of your group has already checked in, just waiting for you and your friend. As per your request we put you in a private section of the facility and all those who are signed up have proved that they are all adults. If you'll just head to the door on your left you can get changed into your gear, and by the time you're finished we'll have everyone head to the space prepared for you."

Serathin nodded and he and Havok walked over to the specified door. Inside was a prep room with all manner of laser tag weapons and armor for them to use as well as a few people to help them get into it. The lion that helped him get on the goggles, earpiece, and everything else told him that since he was the special guest he had a choice of different guns that he could use, which included everything from pistols to sniper rifles. It was a lot to choose from and after a bit he decided to go with a laser assault rifle that was hefty in his hands, but promised a number of perks that would help him in the game. After he was given a quick tutorial he met up with Serathin again, who brandished a pair of laser pistols, and walked back into the lobby.

Once they rejoined the group they all walked out into a private facility, which was not only huge but had a number of props to hide behind, and were given a quick instruction of the rules. It was going to be a free for all, but once all your hit points were gone, instead of being out, you worked for the one that took you out. Everyone nodded and scattered to different areas of the facility, which with the sheer size Havok easily was out of eyesight from everyone before he found one of the starting beacons that he claimed as his own. He waited until a voice from up began to count down, then as soon as it said the word go, he was off.

At first the game started off with a lot of hiding, Havok attempting to keep his back protected while looking for potential targets. Once or twice he managed to get the drop on someone but after a few shots the person quickly turned back and began to fire on him. On his last firefight he actually got hit once and a little indicator on his goggles showed him how many more times he could get shot again. The facility was huge though and had two tiers to it, which meant the dragon had to look up constantly to make sure that he wasn't being ambushed.

As he turned the corner he saw another player and took aim, but before he fired his shot he paused when he noticed something unusual that caused him to stop. The creature that he had just about to ambush looked... different than the ones that had followed them into the laser tag arena. His skin was rubbery like Renzyl's minions even though there weren't any playing with them, and the way his features looked he almost looked like...

Just then the creature was about to turn and face him and Havok quickly ducked behind the barricade he had hidden behind. He slowly made his way over to an open shipping container and had to avoid being fired upon by another player, firing back as he ran towards shelter. With his assault rifle he was actually able to take down the rest of the opponent's health box, the outline of the creature in his goggles turning red as he confirmed the kill. "Dangit!" he shouted as he sighed and walked over to his location.

"What are you doing?" Havok asked.

"Well you're the one that got me," the wolfess replied. "That means that I fight for you now."

"Oh yeah, that's right," Havok replied. "What happens if someone takes you out again?"

"Then I fight for them," the wolfess explained while she adjusted the bandana on her head. "Basically I can no longer win, but I can help whomever I'm with try to win, either by total domination of the field or having the most kills attributed to them by the end of it. Of course I can't rejoin for five minutes, that way a firefight doesn't have like sixteen back and forths, so I'll just follow you until my health recharges. I'm Denise, by the way."

Havok introduced himself and together the two made their way through the field, trying to find others that they could possibly ambush once Denise's health was restored. Along the way; however, they stopped when they saw another rubber-skinned individual, though for Havok it was hard to tell if it was the same person he definitely saw something that was a clear identifier. "Saber teeth," he whispered to Denise. "That must be Serathin, but I thought he was using two pistols instead of a rifle?"

The two watched as the rubber sabrewolf waited until another player ran in his line of sight, then began to shoot him. The other player turned and shot back as he tried to get to cover, but by then it was too late, they saw his outline turn to red and he fell to his hands and knees. "Looks like another one bites the dust," Denise commented before they both leaned forward in confusion. "What on Earth..."

As the victor walked over to his defeated opponent the dragon and wolf watched as the downed player began to change. The clothes he had been wearing seemed to grow stained, then stick to his flesh as they turned shiny while his entire body began to shudder. Their eyes widened as the transforming male suddenly got up onto a kneeling position and arched his back, a pair of saber teeth pushing their way out of his rubberized maw as horns and a tail grew out of his body. Finally a pair of wings grew from the gaps in his back armor as the one who downed him presented the fallen with a large, rubber-covered, striped cock, which as soon as he was done performing took it into his mouth eagerly.

"The hell?!" Denise shouted, which caused the still active player to shoot in their direction as they ran off into cover. Luckily with the two rubber males preoccupied it appeared they weren't being followed, the two panting heavily as they looked around for any sign of danger. "That... that was not part of the game instructions..."

"No kidding," Havok replied as he looked around. "Alright, we need to make sure that we aren't caught by any of these weird rubber sabertooths until the timer runs out. If we can get more people on our side, all the better."

As the game wore on; however, that plan became harder to do as more of the rubber creatures could be seen prowling around the playing field. At one point they were ambushed by two of them, and though they managed to escape, Havok's new companion lost nearly half her health in the assault. When they finally found a spot they believed to be safe they looked up the leaderboard and saw that Serathin had already taken over half the players in the area, with others like him having only two or three others. Once they were finished with that they decided to try and find a health pickup to restore the wolfess of her lost health and carefully snuck their way out into the arena once again.

Thankfully it appeared their path was clear as they reached the virtual med kit that hovered down one of the corridors. "I'll go and get it," Denise said. "You cover me from here and make sure that nothing can get me. This thing is an ambush point waiting to happen."

Havok nodded and took aim with his gun as the other player slowly walked towards the health, keeping a keen eye on the environment to protect her. When she was about halfway down the dragon heard a loud clang on the other side of the shipping container that nearly caused him to jump. He rushed over to the other side to see what it was and as he scanned the area saw no sign of any intruder that was coming towards him. What he did see; however, was a pipe that slowly rolled across the concrete, the source of the noise as Havok realized that he had been played.

When the dragon rushed back around to the other side it was already too late, he saw Denise with her back against the shipping container and a red outline around her body. Immediately he looked up to the catwalk above and saw a rubber draconic sabrewolf, but this one had two pistols and looked different than the drones that he had encountered before. "That's the real him," Havok stated as he raised up his laser rifle and unleashed a barrage of rounds his way. "Take that!"

The creature just smirked at him and ran off, leaving Havok alone. He looked over to Denise to see if she could be helped at all, but by that point the transformation into one of the rubber creatures had already begun. As her clothes dissolved away from the rubber that covered her body the dragon's eyes widened when he saw her hands pressed between her latex-covered thighs with what appeared to be a dick between her legs. It soon became apparent that the creatures Serathin converted took on all aspects of being his clone as her breasts deflated into her body and turned to a set of purple, rubber pectorals that flexed as her mouth opened and a pair of saber teeth grew from her lips.

Havok decided to run before Serathin or another drone decided to claim their prize and left his former canine comrade there. His head spun with questions as he tried to find another safe spot to hide in, or maybe one of the untransformed players. Had he somehow gotten powers from Renzyl? Or was he just like this naturally? It was something he was definitely going to ask once this game was over.

The minutes passed by and Havok double backed to one of his hiding spots as two of the rubber sabrewolves ran by him chasing another player, causing him to breathe a sigh of relief. He took a moment to rest and think about his next plan of attack, with those creatures out there it's quickly turned from a game of free for all to a one versus many, with that one having a number of other transformed players under his control. As he tried to think of what to do he suddenly felt his armor buzz to inform him that he had taken a hit, then another and another as his health bar quickly began to dwindle. When he looked up he saw one of the rubber sabrewolves standing a few feet away from him with rifle in hand. He couldn't believe it, the hiding spot he had found was next to impossible to spot someone in, and only he and Denise knew about it...

Denise...

Before Havok could say or do anything he felt his armor vibrate several more times before his health bar hit zero and signaled his loss. After a few seconds more words flashed on his goggles that stated he now belonged to the player Serathin, but as his clothes began to dissolve and he felt splotches of rubber cover his scales he knew that in more ways than one. His breathing intensified as he found the conversion to be extremely pleasurable, his hand reaching down to between his legs as his throbbing tool stiffened. He grunted and groaned as his reptilian nose slimmed down to something more canine and felt his overall musculature begin to swell slightly. As the other sabredrone moved towards him he felt the changes not only physically, but mentally as well as he began to forget things he never thought he would and remembered others that were completely impossible.

As the former dragon tried to resist the new instincts he found himself falling forward onto his hands and knees, feeling his rubberized back strain as his wings pushed out into existence as he shook his head. It was good, he thought, he had felt strange without something he had his entire life... his thought process paused. Why did he say that, he was a wingless draconic sabrewolf, no! Just a dragon, a rubber dragon... wolf! His name was Ha... H... Hin... Serathin! Wait!

The confused rubber creature felt a hand push his chin up and he looked to see the piercing, glowing green eyes of the drone look down at him, and with a blink of his eyes they became green and glowing as well. There was nothing wrong with a little fun with oneself, Serathin thought as he opened his mouth and allowed the cock of his clone to fill it. As he let it slide past the saberteeth that grew from his muzzle he caught a brief glimpse of a white-scaled dragon in his vision, but he quickly put it aside as he began to suck and pleasure himself until he was ready to hunt down the others...

Once his time was up and his health was restored the two sabredrones quickly formed a team that stayed back to back with one another. Since they were the same person it was easy to predict what the other would do as they scanned for more people, finally finding one and taking him down. As the male orca's flesh turned to rubber and he grew a pair of horns he walked over and presented himself to his newly created clone, watching as the male began to suck on it while his eyes turned green. The same time his counterpart continued to watch his back until they were finished, the new rubber sabredrone standing up and ready to fight with them.

The game never did get to the end of its time, as all the sabredrones looked up to see that with nearly a half an hour left in their session there was no one left on the field besides them. With everyone a sabredrone they all knew what they had on the other's mind and they quickly drew together in order to fulfill that thought. No one knew who the other was, in their minds they were all one in the same as their muzzles and tongues met identical versions of it before it progressed to a full blown orgy. The only one that anyone could distinguish was one Serathin that was their progenitor, who laid back and allowed them to worship his body until the time fully ran out...

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Once everyone had transformed back to their former selves they all left the laser tag arena and got lunch together, everyone still talking about their rather bizarre game and in particular the ending. At this point Serathin had also reverted from the strange rubber version of himself back to the normal one, informing the group that he hoped everyone enjoyed what he called his demonic form and that their food was on him. When Havok asked Serathin if he really was a demon or if it was something that Renzyl had given him, the hybrid merely replied that he had many lives and a rubber demon just happened to be one of them.

As soon as they were finished with their lunch they hopped back on Serathin's motorcycle and were off once again, this time heading into a more remote area of the pocket dimension. It was a wooded area that felt like a national park or something like that where one could camp. Once they got to a mostly empty parking lot Serathin parked the bike and walked towards a small building that had the words camping gear spray painted on it. As Havok followed behind Serathin opened the door and walked inside, then came out with two sets of camping gear and handed one to the dragon. Once the pack was secured on their backs they began to walk on a trail that wound further up the hill.

While Havok had certainly not expected the draconic sabrewolf to be taking him camping after what happened at the laser tag arena, the scenery that surrounded him was breathtaking. While they walked Serathin explained more about the SHIFT Institute where he worked. It was strange to hear that the creature he walked next to wasn't really there, that his body was just a construct that was created for the express purpose of interacting with him, but it was also very interesting. He was so engrossed in their conversation he didn't even realize that they had reached their campsite nestled away in the middle of nowhere.

By the time the sun had set completely their campsite was fully put up and the two sat around a campfire where their dinner cooked. "So," Havok said as he watched Serathin flip over the cast iron squares that were in the coals. "I can't help but wonder if there's another reason you brought me up here other than enjoying nature."

"Whatever would make you think that?" Serathin asked with a smirk.

"The laser tag," Havok shot back.

"Fair enough," Serathin replied as he sat back against the log they had dragged up. "I do have one more trick up my sleeve, something that required us to extricate ourselves from the city and come up here. It's a little harder for me to control being a vulcanthrope than it is a demon, but from what was discussed it was something that would be right up your alley."

When Havok asked what a vulcanthrope was Serathin merely described it as a rubber werewolf as he took the cooking iron out of the fire and popped out the hot pizza sandwich from the inside of it onto a plate for the dragon to eat. Despite further prying the hybrid was vague on the details of what such a creature would look like or why they needed to be so far away from the city, Serathin saying that it will all be revealed in short time. After their small dinner they washed what was needed in the nearby river and added more wood to the fire. The entire time as they sat and made conversation, Havok continued to try and analyze what was about to happen next.

As the night continued on Serathin was in the middle of a story when his words suddenly came out in a gurgle, the hybrid holding his chest with one hand as he brought up his hand to his muzzle with the other. When he pulled the hand against his mouth back he found it still connected to his maw by a thick string of latex that glistened in the moonlight. "It's... starting..." he managed to say around his thickening tongue as the liquid rubber began to spread up his hand and over his muzzle. "You may... want to give... some space..."

Havok slowly stepped back as the saberwolf's speech degraded to muffled grunts and growls as his body began to writhe on the ground, the latex appendage that had been his tongue slithering out into the air. Everywhere the rubber touched his body the muscle underneath swelled like a balloon, his monstrous arm looked strange on his otherwise still normal body as both hands went down to his now-erect member and began to stroke. The liquid latex on his infected hand immediately transferred over to his cock and as it was completely engulfed in the bright red rubber it grew and thickened. Serathin's back arched and his hands went down to his sides as his stomach and chest became coated in the substance while the rubber that had transferred from his member to his still unchanged hand began to swell as it followed suit.

As the dragon continued to watch he was surprised when several tentacles of the black rubber stretched around and formed a harness around the growing muscular body of the transforming rubber werewolf. More bands appeared around his arms and legs and his thick clawed fingers stretched more of the rubber formed into fingerless gloves. What was most prominent was that the harness that grew around Serathin's body led straight down between his thighs were it formed into a cock ring that was nestled at the base of his thick, throbbing rubber member. The entire bondage outfit along with the thick muscles that he had gave him a look of dominance as the rubber formed a heavy collar around his neck that linked with the straps on his chest.

By this point Serathin's muzzle was completely covered in a thick layer of shiny black rubber that completely covered up his features as a mass of the shiny substance began to grow up behind his neck. It molded itself into a canine rubber mask, complete with tinted lenses that began to pull itself up over the featureless face of the transforming male. At the same time what would likely be the lower jaw of the mask grew up around the faceless rubber male's chin, the two halves of the mask seemingly drawn to one another. As the thick rubber cascaded down his tail and feet the hood flopped over and completely covered the encased male's head. As soon as the two halves of the mask met together the rubber wolf head grew more animated, a grin curling up around the sabreteeth that grew out as he flexed his impressive new muscles.

For a few seconds it didn't even appear that the rubber werewolf had noticed his presence, but it wasn't long before it sniffed the air and its head slowly turned to look at him. Even though they were covered by the lenses Havok swore he felt the vulcanthrope stare straight at him and he felt the urge to run well up deep inside him. As the huge rubber werewolf began to step towards him the dragon found himself giving into his instincts and bolted, which only seemed to prompt the transformed creature to give chase. He hardly got to the river before he was pounced upon and brought to the ground.

The sound of soft growling permeated the air as Havok's clothes were shredded off of his body, leaving the dragon naked in the night air as he felt the heavy male on his back. With his body pinned to the ground he continued as the predatory creature sniffed him over while large rubber hands pressed against his scales. Then as that weight was lifted off him those hands grabbed his wrists and pinned them to the ground as he felt something thick and smooth push into his tailhole.

"I know you bought me dinner first, but man..." Havok managed to get out before his breath was cut short by the sudden insertion of the pointed tip of the rubber canine cock. His hands clenched against the dirt as the lubed length pushed inside him, though even with the roughness of the vulcanthrope above him there was no pain aside from the initial insertion. As the creature quickly hilted him he let out a prolonged groan as the cock slid relentlessly inside him until it reached the hilt.

Havok panted heavily once the other male was completely inside of him, though as the intense pleasure subsided he began to feel something creep across the scales of his rear. He didn't have to look back to know what it was, guessing that whatever rubber that had affected the sabrewolf was transferring onto him. "I was wondering if I was going to become a vulcanthrope too..." Havok said breathily in the pause after being hilted. "Better than being bitten I guess, wonder what it'll look like..."

The vulcanthrope just grunted in reply and let go of the dragon's wrists to wrap his arms around Havok's midsection and hoist him into the air while still impaled. Havok fell back slightly into the rubberized lycan's chest and huffed when he somehow managed to have the cock inside him slide further in. Havok suspected that Serathin had heard him and wanted to give him the full view as the shiny substance began to creep between his legs and over his groin. Serathin continued to thrust up into Havok as the dragon watched the rubber encase his already-hard member in bright red, though as his maleness was pulled against him and formed into a bulge something metallic formed right in the middle of it that he soon realized was a zipper.

Havok tried to say something about it but before the words could leave his mouth his head was tilted back and turned to the side to meet the muzzle of the vulcanthrope in a kiss. The dragon's eyes widened as he felt something thick ooze into his mouth as the creature pushed its latex tongue into his maw. Almost immediately the shiny substance began to seep out of his maw and defy gravity to cover his head. Much like in the saberwolf's transformation the rubber pooled around his lower jaw to form the bottom half of his new muzzle, but instead of just a normal maw the lips of his were lined with the same metallic tines as the one on his groin. As the latex coated the dragon's head in a nearly featureless mask, the rubber continued to spread from the dragon's groin as the bulge continued to grow bigger.

As the transformation continued Havok was trapped in darkness from the rubber that covered his eyes, unable to see anything as he felt his hands reach down and begin to massage the bulge where his cock was hidden. As much as he wanted to open the zipper and stroke himself he was unable to do so and the action seemed to cause fresh instincts to bubble to the surface. He realized he wasn't allowed to... only his alpha could release his tool, and right now he was too engrossed in corrupting him to give such an order. While his hands rested against the rubber he felt his hands begin to expand as well, rubber claws growing on them as his wrists and forearms followed suit.

Finally as the vulcanthrope rubber began to spread down Havok's limbs he felt something creep up his already-coated back and settle on top of his head, likely the other half of the suit's head as his body continued to bounce up and down on the cock of his alpha. He could feel the alien thoughts begin to seep into his mind, ideas of running out and capturing others to add to their pack, of submitting to his alpha and the others, and mostly of the delicious sensation of being restrained and in rubber as the two halves of his new head came together. Havok let out a muffled gasp as he could finally see and felt his muzzle once again, only now he was unable to open his maw as Alpha had not unzippered his muzzle to allow him to do it.

When the partially transformed vulcanthrope looked down at himself he saw that most of his draconic features had been assimilated by the rubber that had become him. He glanced at his arms just in time to see the rubber cover his biceps that thickened with new growth, matching his new limbs as a similar sensation happened with his legs. His new toes curled as his feet grew huge when the latex covered them, the claws on the end digging furrows into the ground as his stature was only a few inches shorter than his new alpha. As the last of his scales were coated he felt something else slither off the Alpha onto him, a pair of cuffs appearing on his wrists and ankles as more straps bound his forearms, biceps, thighs, and shins. He wiggled against the cock still buried firmly in his taut backside as more rubber harnesses appeared on his chest and around his stomach, straps that the Alpha could merge together in a heartbeat in order to restrain him to sate his desires.

With his transformation complete the Alpha vulcanthrope pushed his new omega forward and towered over him, Havok unable to do anything but push back to get his new leader even deeper inside him as their rutting intensified. As the pounding increased Havok felt a finger hook into one of the rings around his collar and pull him up slightly, which caused more muffled cries of pure lust as he felt the bigger male climax inside him. The presence of his Alpha's seed inside him only cemented him as an Omega lycanthrope, a mere servant to the pack, and most importantly his Alpha as any thought the former dragon had of his situation was replaced with the desire to serve.

Once the Alpha had turned his new convert he pulled out of the rubber hole with a wet pop and let the corruptive latex seed splatter on the ground. Havok nearly collapsed on the ground from the sheer sexual exhaustion, panting heavily into his wolf-hood head before he was turned around onto his back. The lenses of the alpha's eyes shined in the moonlight as he reached up and slowly undid the zipper on his muzzle to allow them to exchange a fierce and passionate kiss. When they were done they both howled at the moonlight, then the Alpha zippered him up once more before they began to hunt for more.

And if he was good, the Omega thought as he sprinted after the bigger male, Alpha might just unzip his bulge...