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Teryx didn't know how much longer he could take being stuck in the body-suit that he'd taken for himself. The constant arousal had been wonderful to start out, and he had gotten a great many ideas for how to use himself and the suit for a great many different kinky situations. But as the days had worn on, he found himself ever more distracted by it, ending up having to force himself to think about anything other than sex if he wanted to do more than rut the days away.

More than that, his boyfriend - still stuck in the body-suit's cock - was almost as bad, and possibly worse. Steve was constantly thinking about sex, wondering who they might 'eat' through the cock next, and wondering what they would do to try something new.

It had been a few months in the suit when he made his decision. He needed to spend time out of the body, and so did Steve.

Leaving their latest conquest in an alley outside the building, Teryx went back to their latest hotel room. It was just above the city, looming over it in a penthouse style, and he had made sure that they would be able to keep it no matter what they did. The rain dragon walked into the bathroom of the hotel room, sat down on the edge of the tub, and took a deep breath.

His cock, as ever, was hard as a rock. Looking down at it, he could already feel his libido rising again, despite having fucked the living daylights out of the gryphon down in the alley. He wanted to just reach down and stroke, to tease, to deny himself again, and build his libido back up to that raging fire that it had been at all day.

But he knew that it was a trap. That was the body-suit wanting to keep up the constant denial that it was in, the need that the suit around him had, rather than his own. It was bleeding over, making it harder and harder to differentiate what was him and what was the person that he had taken over. It was time to take a break. It was well past time to take a break.

So, Teryx grabbed hold of his cock, tightly, and started jerking off. He felt Steve pushing upwards, curious, and probably about to start stopping him, making it so that they wouldn't cum so soon. He forced it back down, and kept jerking, stroking, rubbing his cock faster and faster. The feline inside of him, his boyfriend, started to push back.

No, we need a break. And you're coming out so that you can get me out.

But...but this is fun.

Yeah, and we'll come back to it. But for now, you need to come out.

Up til then, Steve had been the one in charge of their orgasms. The cheetah had been more than sufficient to keep them from cumming most days, but this was something different. He pushed down, forcing the will of his boyfriend to submit to him, and he groaned as he felt the pleasure around his shaft start to spread through the body-suit that they wore. Teryx was going to cum, and soon.

Up, down, up, down, his hand went, stroking at the long, thick shaft that they'd gained over the course of the last few months. It had swollen with the masculinity of the many partners that they'd had and consumed, and he knew that, if he allowed it its full form, it would be too large for any of their partners to actually take. It could, however, morph to whatever he wanted for the moment, and so, he allowed it freedom as he stroked.

He had a horse cock, then a lion's, then a dog's, and then it came back to dragon. The features flipped around, with a wide, flared head, to a thick knot that pulsed and begged for attention, to barbs along the tip that tickled his fingers every time that he rubbed past them. It was all there, all giving him pleasure, and all reminding him what it would be like if he stayed in this body rather than getting out.

Teryx groaned, fighting the temptation as he brought his other hand down to his balls, rubbing them, teasing them. He even squeezed them, just enough to make him jump from the sheer pressure.

Gotta...gotta...get...out!

He grunted, giving himself a sudden squeeze at the base of his cock, and thrusted forward as he came. His roar of pleasure was muted against his teeth, and he felt his cock suddenly swell as something more than cum came forward.

The rain dragon leaned his head back, two-toned blue body shaking as rope after rope of cum started to spurt free. Somewhere deep inside of him, the memory of Steve came out in the form of cum, slowly forming like some sort of science fiction fabricator using his seed as some sort of base material. He blushed, groaning as he watched the cheetah come to life once more, starting with his feet and then slowly coming up to his head.

When the seed had finished shooting, Steve opened his eyes. The cheetah's body was still going from cum off-white to the proper yellow, white, and black rosettes around the body, but it was still happening, still looked like him. Steve blinked a few times, rubbing his head and groaning.

"Mmmph...what..."

"I need your help. Get me outta here."

"You need...right. Right. Let me get you."

It didn't take long for Steve to reach through the dragon's chest. His scales bent and then melted around the feline's hands, something that they hadn't done for a while. Steve pressed and nudged, and Teryx could feel himself coming loose on the inside. Not entirely, but enough for him to start wiggling as the dragon's flesh-suit started to turn semi-solid around him.

Pushing himself backwards a few steps, he managed to get his proper tail out, an orange-ish color against the dark blue scales along Teryx's back. He groaned as Steve walked around to the other side, pushing his arms through the gooey body that was the flesh-suit, and pulled him out.

It was slow, as if the gooey, latex-y material that the body-suit had become wanted him to stay inside. In fact, he doubted that it wanted to let him go. The longer that he had spent in it, the closer a bond he had felt with who the body-suit had once been. Teryx groaned under his breath as he was pulled further and further back, feeling the little pocket of air that had been the suit's attachment to him fade, feeling the slick sucking feeling around his cock - the suit's attachment to him there - fade as well. The sudden disappearance of what had been near-constant pleasure nearly made him fall over.

Panting for breath as his upper half was finally dragged completely free, Teryx - or rather, Wiki - panted for air. His eyes went wide as the disconnect between his brain and Teryx's finally happened, and the sudden disorientation hit him hard.

"Holy...holy crap..."

"Are you okay, man?"

"I'll...I'll be okay. Help me out the rest of the way."

Wiki was forced to rely on his boyfriend to get out of the other dragon, feeling the latex goo trying to pull on his legs. It was weak enough that Steve didn't have too much trouble with it, but Wiki realized that he might have been pulled back in if his boyfriend hadn't been there to help him. He shivered as he felt the stroking, teasing tendrils along the backs and sides of his legs, and groaned as he even felt them stringing through his toes to try and pull him back in. The sensation was almost like an alien touch, some demonic thing that was trying to tempt him back to the oblivion of pleasure that he had just been freed from.

The red-orange dragon groaned as he was set down on his feet, shivering at the first feeling of actual air on him for some time. The sensation of being free of the suit was not as bad as he had thought, and it was better than he expected. Even though his cock throbbed a bit, anticipating pleasure that it was no longer getting, he felt...good. It was a moment of freedom, something that he supposed he needed after being trapped in the libido suit for so long.

I was calling myself Teryx, too, he thought. I had forgotten everything...even my name...

There was a danger to wearing the suit for too long, he thought, something that Sparkx had probably realized when they were still seeing him. Maybe that was the reason that the hyena hadn't been wearing Teryx so often as the rain dragon wanted. Perhaps that was the reason that there had been discontent.

Okay...we'll think about it, but...for now...

Wiki slowly backed away from the goo-suit of a dragon still on the edge of the bath tub, trying not to think about the musk in the air and how it was starting to affect him. It was going to be a hard day to get through if that was all he could think about. He pulled Steve by the arm, noticing that the cheetah was having a similar reaction, and they carefully walked back into the main part of the hotel room.

As soon as he shut the door, the two of them looked at each other. Wiki saw the same concern in Steve's eyes that he knew was in his.

What are we going to do?

They didn't have an answer. They'd kidnapped Teryx by taking his body, and using it for their own fun. All the things that they'd done, fun as they were, were coming back to them now. He didn't know how Steve felt, but he was honestly wondering what the hell he'd been thinking. His cock loved what they'd done - devouring different anthros through their cock, fucking their brains out, using them until they were nothing more than broken shells of themselves - but his conscience, now free of the body that it had been dominated by, wondered what the hell had been going through his mind to allow it.

"What...what are we going to do, Wiki?"

Steve's question was the same as his own, and he shook his head. He honestly didn't know.

"We'll have to think about it...but for now, let's get dressed and get out. We need some fresh air, and not...not this musk."

This musk being what was spreading out from under the door of the bathroom, making it harder and harder to think as the suit started to get more and more aroused. Teryx would probably be fine there for a while, probably rebooting and hoping that they'd come back and spend more time inside of him. If that was the case, he'd probably be completely out of it for hours, perhaps even a day before they got back. He hoped so, anyway; he didn't want some poor housekeeper to come in and get sucked into the body and have to deal with that.

It took some work, but eventually he and Steve were able to find some of their old clothes that they'd brought along on the trip. Not many, and not the cleanest, but it would work. Wiki stepped into a pair of jeans and a t-shirt, though he wished he'd brought some socks before pulling on his shoes. The cheetah was less lucky, having to go without shoes entirely.

But, at least they were walking in their own bodies, and for once, they were able to do something that was denied them in Teryx's body.

They held hands on the way down to the hotel restaurant.

The meal was nice, but it was hard for Wiki to focus through it. The feeling of being distracted by the body upstairs continued, but not in the way that he'd expected.

The red-orange dragon had thought that he'd be thinking about the body, and he was. But it was more than that. Every so often, he would look around, and he would see a double image. Through one eye, he would see the restaurant, he'd see food, he'd see Steve sitting across from him. Through the other, he'd see the bathroom, he'd see Teryx's chest, he'd see the massive cock that was waiting for him to use again.

Every time that it started, he shook his head, trying to dismiss it, and for a while, it would work...but only for a while. And each time, the relief he had was shorter and shorter.

Steve noticed, too, and the cheetah reached out and took his hand.

"Are you okay?"

"I'm having...weird moments. It's like the suit's still there."

"That's not good."

"No, no it's not."

And he could see what Teryx was doing, too, the dragon suit reaching down and stroking itself. He could feel twinges of arousal running through him, too, almost like they were still linked together, as impossible as that felt. He groaned, shaking his head as he swore that he could feel phantom pleasure running through his cock, teasing him with each stroke through the link that they shared.

Not possible, not possible. He's up there, I'm down here, and there's nothing to feel.

He kept telling himself that, munching through the steak that he'd ordered, and trying not to think about the way that his underwear was rapidly swelling with pre. He groaned under his breath, shaking his head, and he knew that Steve was starting to get a little bit worried.

Considering taking his boyfriend to one of the hotel bathrooms and getting a blowjob to ease his tension, Wiki found himself getting more and more turned on with the thought of risky situations. The idea of surrendering to his own libido, even without the suit for protection and extra abilities, was getting stronger by the second, and he wondered just what had happened to him to make that seem appealing. It was like someone else had taken over his head, and it worried him.

Shivering as he shuffled on the restaurant stool, he was almost unaware of the waiter coming over, and didn't react until the waiter had cleared his throat a few times.

"Sir, your bill?"

Wiki nodded, taking it and looking down at it. He had to blink his eyes rapidly to be able to see it and not the suit fucking itself, using a finger to tease the urethral opening on the other side, and its tail to tease its ass. He could barely see around the double vision, and for a moment, the dollar amount at the base of the page actually looked more like a cock being drawn out on the print-out.

"Mmph...Steve, help?"

He passed it over, rubbing his eyes, but the vision was getting worse. It was like the connection between them hadn't been broken at all, and now, without him in the center, he was the one that was getting controlled rather than the one using it.

Teryx, stop!

The attempted command did nothing through the telepathic link, and all he felt was more pleasure, almost as if his ass was the one getting penetrated. Not something that he really wanted, and not something that he had expected, either.

As the cheetah laid out a few bills for the check, his boyfriend helped him out of the stool and guided him back towards the elevator. The dragon's cock was already throbbing, and getting worse, starting to ooze enough pre that the front of his pants were clinging to his dick, making it even more obvious. Steve growled softly as the elevator doors shut behind them, sealing them away, and he caught the scent of aroused cheetah on the air.

"Mmph, you too?"

"Not seeing the stuff you see, but...but feeling it, yes. And you look so hot..."

Wiki would have done something to slow his boyfriend down, knowing that something was wrong and that this was the worst time to start indulging in fun. But...but as the cheetah went to his knees, and as Steve unzipped him and fished his cock out, there was no way that the dragon could stop him. Not as horny as he was.

The elevator kept going up as the cheetah's rasping tongue worked over his cock, guiding it up and into the eager mouth. He leaned his back against the wall, his eyes closing and rolling back a bit, and he knew that he was going to blow before long. His body was too wound up, his need too high for him to deny the utter explosive orgasm that was building up. Wiki closed his eyes tightly, squeezing them shut as he felt that tongue working him inside of Steve's mouth, guiding him further and further back.

Fingers clenched and squeezed along the railing behind him, leaving little scratch marks in the metal as the cheetah bobbed up and down, up and down, working himself in further and further. The cat spit was leaking down his cock, running from tip to base, and he could see how shiny he was getting, too. Everything felt so...so good, particularly with that furry paw working his balls.

They were getting closer and closer to the penthouse, and he wondered what Teryx was doing. He let himself drift, seeing what the other dragon was seeing -

A vision of tentacles, a view of the door open, the bedroom swollen and filled with all sorts of gooey tendrils, with the mirror in the background, showing Teryx's body with the back wide open and gaping like a hungry maw.

"Oh no..."

He tried to push Steve off of his cock, knowing that they needed to turn this elevator around, but there was no luck. All he could do was rest his hand there, the soft sucking pleasing his libido and his need, appeasing what had been restrained for too long. His eyes rolled back, his hips twitching weakly as the elevator continued to climb. In his mind's eye, he could see the tendrils pushing further and further towards the penthouse door, and knew that Teryx was waiting for them.

The floor ticker kept climbing, and then, they were there. The metal doors of the elevator opened, and the tentacles rushed in.

Steve was the first one grabbed, yanked out of the elevator by the ankles and rapidly restrained by blue tentacles at the wrists and ankles. There was no mercy for the cheetah, as he was pulled back and dragged away from the red-orange dragon, pulled along the floor and then held aloft.

Wiki tried to pull himself together, tried to drag himself to the buttons to hit it and run away, but the tentacles were too quick. Even as he reached out with one arm, it was grabbed and yanked, pulling him almost out of the elevator. He grabbed for the doors, holding tight, but Teryx was too needy, too hungry for the pair of them. Another tentacle grabbed him by the dick, stroking it, adding to the pleasure that he had been getting from the blowjob, and he was slowly edged off of the elevator.

Lifted from the ground by the various different tendrils in the room, he realized that something had happened. Teryx had gone from simply a dragon to something else, spreading his body and some sort of power all around the bedroom. Everything dripped with the same latex goo, almost like the dragon had made it into a personal sex lair. Everything dripped, everything exuded the same writhing tentacles, almost as if Teryx had evolved into something else.

Was this what we did to him? Was this what happened because of us?

They had been helping him explore all sorts of facets of sexuality, using his body to enjoy themselves and find out other things that they liked without having to risk their own bodies. Was this the price that they had to pay? Was this the sort of thing that happened with people like Teryx, getting corrupted and spreading that corruption to the ones that used them?

Wiki didn't know, but it looked like they were going to find out. Steve was already wrapped up tight, his limbs pinned as he was held over the rain dragon's cock. The body-suit had changed massively, the front looking recognizable, but the back spread out like some gaping monster mouth. Tentacles and tendrils flailed about constantly from the back, smacking the wall behind them, spreading goo everywhere.

But it was that cock that caught his attention now, the massive shaft sticking out from between Teryx's legs. It had grown, becoming something like three feet in length, and wide enough to swallow anything. The yellow-maned dragon was hissing, drooling with anticipation, and it was clear that he wanted to keep the cheetah in his cock forever. He grabbed, groped at Steve, pulling at him.

Opening his mouth to protest, all that Wiki got for his trouble was a tentacle shoved down his throat, filling him up and making it impossible to speak. He gagged and grunted, shaking his head in desperation, but all he could do was he was filled with the salty length was stare as his boyfriend was lowered, head-first, towards the rain dragon's cock.

The tip opened for him, letting the cheetah's nose slide in, and just as before, there was no resistance. He saw the relaxation spreading across Steve's face, the sheer need to be consumed already overwhelming the feline. His boyfriend's cock was rock hard as he started to fall, and he blushed as his own cock throbbed in response to the show.

Teryx didn't speak as he consumed the feline, only stared down at the show himself, and the bulge that started to form at the head of that draconic cock was considerable, huge, and amazing. He stared as he saw the hints of the cheetah's face bulging out through the underside of the shaft as he went further and further down, and groaned as the tendrils of the other dragon started stroking along his body, encouraging him to enjoy the show and get something out of it.

He blushed as his cock throbbed, starting to ooze in the grip of the tendrils, but he was unable to help himself. The sight of the pulsing, swallowing, twitching shaft consuming the cheetah was more arousing than anything he'd seen in some time, and his body felt like it was on fire with the need to please itself. His tail shifted, aided by some of the tentacles, and he felt some of their smooth heads rubbing under his tail, almost as if they were asking his permission to go further.

Much as he wished he had the willpower to resist, he didn't. All he could do was raise his tail a bit, and they started to push, rubbing against his rim, eagerly teasing and nudging and pleasuring him as his boyfriend disappeared further and further.

Teryx started to growl, the gooey dragon starting to expand as the cheetah went further and further down his shaft, starting to get bigger, his body returning to a more normal size and shape. The front seemed to lose some of its more liquid qualities, while the back continued to smack and gape, open wide and waiting for its food. Waiting for...for its wearer, he realized.

He can't stand not being controlled, he realized. This is an addiction, and we're his drug.

Steve was almost gone, swallowed up to the hips, and his cock was the only blockage that kept him from just sliding down and out of sight. Teryx humped up a few times, that massive, too-big shaft swallowing and grinding for a few seconds before it seemed to find a way around. He saw his boyfriend's cock throb, and then disappear into the gaping urethra, swallowed with the rest of him.

His boyfriend's toes curled, and he guessed that the cheetah was cumming down into the other dragon's balls.

As the process sped up, aided by gravity and his boyfriend's own depravity, the other dragon turned to him. Wiki shivered as he felt himself under examination, feeling the tentacles drawing him closer. He no longer floated near the door, but was pulled closer and closer, dragged around so that he was floating over the hole in Teryx's back.

"Mmmph...please..."

The tentacle plugged his mouth again, keeping him from speaking, and the one that finally pushed into his ass properly filled him at the same time. He arched his back, gasping and groaning, shivering and moaning from the feeling of being used.

Slowly, he was lowered down, the tendrils around his ankles yanking him into the hole that had remained since he had pulled himself out. He could feel his toes sinking into the ooze, feeling it squelching out and then sucking him down like a thick pool of quicksand, or mud.

Further, further he went, surrounded by the tendrils, stroked, teased, rubbed by them. Some coiled around his chest, others around his thighs. Still others wrapped in a constantly flowing, coiling mess around his cock.

Those, those were the worst. It was like a bundle of slimy snakes slithering down to his cock base, and then sliding back in reverse order, milking him with their many different lengths. He groaned, gasped, bit down on the tendril in his mouth to try and hold himself back. Nothing worked. All that happened was that he got more and more aroused.

In, out, in, out the tendrils went, fucking his face and his ass, and soon, rubbing against the very head of his cock. He half-expected Teryx to pull him in and plug his shaft as some sort of revenge for leaving him alone, and in that moment, he would have accepted it. The red-orange dragon's libido was through the roof, and he didn't know what to think. Hell, he barely remembered how to think.

He was pulled down further, up to his knees, now, and his body continued to be assaulted by the various tentacles and tendrils.

Everything was getting stroked, or fucked, or filled, or rubbed, or stimulated in some sort of way, and he swore that there was a strange goo that was getting spread over him that made him more sensitive than ever as it went on.

Whatever it was, Wiki's head was spinning from it all, his body aching and burning by turns, and everything feeling like it was spinning round and round. It was so hard to think, so hard to do anything but enjoy the feeling of the tendrils all around him. It was like...like losing himself to pleasure all over again.

His hips started bucking, thrusting between the tendril - now tendrils - in his ass and then into the spiraling collection of them in front of him. It was like getting double-fucked, and he wondered if this was how Teryx felt all the time. In, out, in, out, always getting stuffed.

He tried to open his mouth a bit, tried to drag his snout away from the tentacle stuffing him there, but all he got for his trouble was another tendril wrapping around his face. His snout was held shut, and he was unable to do a thing to move it again. All he could do was get fucked.

Further, lowered further, his feet falling further into Teryx's legs until they were past the knee. His thighs were locked in place as he realized that he was going to fill up the rain dragon again whether he wanted to or not. There was no getting around it, and no doing anything to stop it.

Further, further, always further, his cock getting harder as his body was consumed again. Unlike Steve, he could feel that he was staying solid, giving him the chance to play skeleton and driver for the rain dragon once more. But...

But there was more. His head was surrounded by more of the tendrils, blinding him and deafening him as the tendrils rubbed against the sides of his head, almost like they were sucking him further than before. He didn't know what it was, but there was an ooze running down his head, something that pushed him to be more sensitive, hornier, and...

And more...

Eager.

He thrust forward, his cock oozing pre into the tendrils, and he felt himself falling deeper into Teryx than ever. His feet almost hit the floor, running along through the insides of the other dragon's soles, and he felt his tail getting pushed into the Teryx's, filling it and giving it a structure to lay over.

Mine...control...control...me...

The words were coming into his brain, barely filtered through a libido that was so massive that it was almost unstoppable. He gasped, groaning, shivering as he was dragged in deeper and deeper, his arms pressing through the ooze to fill out the familiar 'sleeves' of the rain dragon's arms, his head pressing into the slight opening in the back of Teryx's body. It was like pushing through mud, at first, and then something more slippery as he went further in. More slippery, but harder to escape, as it seemed to suck at him, pulling him deeper and deeper.

It didn't take long before his glazed eyes were covered, and for a moment, he was blind. He felt nothing but the two tentacles up his ass, the one down his throat, the many that continued to wrap around and milk his shaft for everything that it was worth. More tentacles pressed against him once he was inside of the body-suit, pressing against his chest and sucking there, and others still rubbed up against his balls and pulled on them, teasing them and weighing them down inside of the suit.

And all the while...he never came.

Wiki didn't know why, but there was no chance of cumming, now. His pleasure was locked off, sealed, not until he wanted to cum, but until Teryx wanted to. And Teryx felt like he was in the mood to never cum again.

As the ooze of the tentacles against his head seeped in, he felt himself fading. Teryx...Teryx wasn't the...wasn't the name of the suit. Teryx...

No, Wiki, I'm Wiki!

The name meant something, and then it didn't, fading away slowly. He felt the tentacle sliding so far down his throat that it seemed to disappear somewhere inside of him. Had it broken off, actually been swallowed? He didn't know, but...but he felt...different. Needy. And not...not so sick or worried anymore.

The goo behind him started to seal up, pressing down on his back and keeping him shoved forward. The massive cock that had swallowed Steve up shrunk down, forming a goo-flesh condom around his own cock, though bigger and far more sensitive than his had ever been. He could feel the rain dragon's balls supplementing his own, his libido soaring through him as he felt more connected to the body-suit than ever before.

All the while, the tentacles in him kept thrusting, becoming part of the suit and part of him as they got more and more 'amorous' for his body, trying to fuck it and fill it and use it as much as they possibly could. Not once did the thrusting stop, not once did the milking at his cock slow down. Even as it filled the shaft of the rain dragon, even as he became more the wearer of the suit again, his body was teased and tormented, not allowed to cum, and not allowed to go soft in the slightest.

He could feel that Steve was there, that he was back in his place, down in the shaft and balls. The constant need that the cheetah had become in the prior incarnation of the suit was back with a vengeance, hissing, gasping, needier than ever. Wiki-Teryx groaned, his hands curling as his own control started to come back, his need growing by the second, and his body begging to get out and fuck someone.

His vision finally came back, letting him see the room slowly coming back to its previous form. He could see the walls again, could see the way that the floor actually had a carpet rather than a black sheen of goo. Everything...

Everything was almost normal. Almost.

Shakily, the dragon...Teryx...got to his feet. He could feel his cock begging to be used, even as his tentacles were swaying behind him. A little effort pulled them back in, though he had to do something with them. He pushed them into his own body, figuring that he could use them somehow, build up his need further.

It felt...strange...to think like that, considering that he had been trying to escape the tentacles only a moment ago, but he dismissed it quickly. There was no need to worry about getting away from tentacles. After all, they felt...good. They felt right. They felt like they belonged.

Teryx smiled as he walked to the window of the hotel room, opening it and sitting on the ledge. It was sunset, and he needed more fun. He started stroking himself, dragging at the oozing shaft, letting some of the goo that was him push forward.

It was not the suit thinking about spreading their hypnotic musk and ooze through the city, nor was it Wiki that wore it thinking it.

No, it was the entity that the combination created, that was neither and both at the same time.

Teryx Commodore was back, and needed so much more.