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"Cheers to seeing old friends again, hm?"

It turned out that two people with the same name could be perfectly good friends: Aaron and Aaron were delighted to see each other after far too long a time apart, and though there was plenty of adventure to be found just outside of the lobby doors, the hotel bar was a perfectly good option for getting the evening started.

"Any excuse to drink," the second Aaron replied, his lips curled in a wicked grin. "I suppose it would have killed you to spring for the top shelf? Or is that just a matter of not being able to reach it?"

"...I guess I'll give you some credit for being able to come up with an original short joke," the first Aaron countered. "But I was hoping the second from the top would be high enough for your low-brow standards."

The fox was able to take his share of barbs with the best of them, and growing up a little bit undersized, he had to develop a thicker skin than anyone the height of the wolf would give him credit for.

"Just because I drink red and black label during the week doesn't mean I can't find the tongue for something sweeter on the weekend," the wolf suggested. "And I know you've got the pockets to make something like that happen."

"I've got the pockets for it, sure, but there's only so much that money can buy at a hotel bar," the fox reminded him. "If this isn't quite up to speed enough for you, I'm afraid there's only one thing I can think of to bring it up to snuff."

"Sending it back and asking for something better?"

The marbled fox always had something up his proverbial sleeve, but when it came to the literal sense, he wasn't expecting to have to reach into his sleeve so early in the night.

A small flask had been contained in the peak of his sleeve, akin to the old method used to carry cigarettes in ages gone by. "Putting a drop or two of this into it," he explained. "You'll probably feel a little foxy once you finish your drink, but I can promise that you'll enjoy the flavor of it."

The wolf was waiting for his friend to offer a wink or a waggle of the brows, but Aaron didn't accompany his obvious pun with anything but a quick, shaking offer of the flask.

He was already unscrewing the cap to pour a little bit into his own glass of bourbon when the wolf lifted a brow, wondering what small, non-descript flask could have been hiding.

"Didn't think you were the type to put mixers in your drink," the wolf noted. "What exactly are you putting in there, anyway?"

"Just a little something of my own design," the fox answered, giving the taller Aaron nothing to work with. "If you wanna give it a try, you're just gonna have to trust me that this stuff is definitely worth sampling."

"Drink it first, then."

Slow, thick beads of golden fluid dripped from the end of a wooden top, their gravity spilling to the bottom of Aaron's glass with a strange, viscous quality. Much like the patterns of the marbled fox himself, the normally amber color of his drink became splotched with spots of lighter and darker colors, as if a host of different alcohols had been placed in the rocks glass.

"With pleasure," the vulpine answered. There was no hesitation in the lift of his arm and the tilt of his wrist, pouring some of the newly enhanced bourbon right past his lips and over the flat of his tongue. "Mnn...man, I'm tellin ya; you've gotta give this stuff a try if you really enjoy a good, smooth bourbon. Kinda works like water without diluting the flavor."

Their friendship was the reason for the lack of trust between them.

As much as they could trust each other to lay on a shield for one another, the wolf knew his vulpine counterpart well enough to know that there had to be something more about the tincture.

Seeing the swallowed gulp roll down the inside of Aaron's throat, however, the wolf felt his concerns easing off.

"...You really thought I was gonna poison you or something, didn't you?" the marbled fox pushed the flask across the table, his arm trembling with the end of his chuckle. "That'd be one hell of a way to greet you after not seeing you for the past two years."

"And it's exactly the kind of underhanded thing I would have expected of you," the wolf replied. "But now that I know you're being sincere...cheers."

Pouring a healthy serving of the unique, golden fluid into his own glass, Aaron watched the components of the tincture spreading out, popping in the amber ocean and filling in spaces along the side of the glass with pops of color that hardly made sense...but the visual treat of watching the two ingredients mingle didn't prepare the wolf for what a delightful flavor was coming.

"Huh. It's...almost like an enhancer?" he theorized. "I don't feel like it really added anything new to the drink, but it improved on everything that I already liked it about: took away the bite, really helped the caramel notes to bloom...that's some pretty fascinating stuff you've got there."

"I wanted to make sure it was enjoyable enough on the way in. Last thing I needed was you spitting it out before it had a chance to take effect."

The wolf was already done swallowing his first gulp, but in the middle of the second, he resisted the urge to do a spit take.

He thought that shooting daggers back at his friend and swallowing the second offering with a painfully slow clutch of the throat would get his point across, but the tincture was every bit as quick to work as it was enjoyable to drink.

"That was just a joke, wasn't it?" he asked, his golden orbs narrowing that much tighter on the vulpine. "A really poorly timed, really shortsighted joke?"

"Speaking of jokes, that was another good one," the fox gave credit where it was due, but he wasn't grinning at the behest of a quick chuckle. "But I get the feeling you're all out of quips to make, aren't you?"

"Trust me, I've got something much better to cut my teeth on," the wolf suggested. "Unless you're just yanking my chain...and you'd damn well better be."

"We both know I'm not, and further; you already know that it's too late to go making threats like that."

"Mother fucking fox..."

"In rare instances, maybe, but right now, I'm a little more interested in giving someone else a try," the marbled vulpine admitted. "He's sitting right across from me, his fur is already starting to look a little splotchy, and I get the feeling he'd much rather finish this conversation in private? Not that I'm opposed to taking this show on the road, but we booked the suite for a reason..."

With both creatures coming from dominant backgrounds, it was going to be a battle for the top position throughout the weekend, if they ever decided to take things to the bedroom.

The fox was one step ahead of his friend, but that didn't mean the hard part was out of the way. Getting him to head back to the room would be easy enough, but he'd still need a few minutes for the potion to make his friend as pliable as he would have liked.

Aaron, the wolf, would be far too proud to let his smaller friend get the better of him in the bedroom...at least, that was what the fox had considered when he put his plan into motion.

Now that he was being given the chance to put that theory to the test, he was opening his mind to a host of curious possibilities; his larger companion going along willingly to the hotel room wasn't even in consideration until it came to pass.

**

"There's always one more ingredient with these little tinctures of yours, isn't there?"

The marbled fox was pouring another drink in the room, but that one was a genuinely plain glass of scotch, swirling around the bottom of a snifter with a harmless, caramel sashay.

"See, if I tell you the whole truth before I need to, that kinda takes all the fun out of the surprise, doesn't it?" he asked, his ears perked just slightly higher than their usual nature. "Besides...I'd want to hear your guesses at what the final ingredient could be."

Whatever transformation was going to befall the wolf, it was already underway, but the pace was slow enough that Aaron could imagine it being hours before he felt any different, and days before he'd actually have trouble recognizing himself in the mirror.

"Knowing you, it's something plentiful enough that you can replenish it at the drop of a hat," the wolf suggested. "Or, at least...at the end of a refractory period."

"Not a necessary ingredient, believe it or not," the fox admitted. "But it would act as a proper stimulant to move things along a little bit."

"Just how much would it help?"

"Cuts the process down from the rest of the evening to the rest of the hour. If you'd like to get the rest of your night back, I can wholeheartedly recommend that you give the final ingredient a try."

"...If it were anyone but you, I hope you know this little ploy never would have worked."

The fox was grinning as much as his namesake would suggest, but then, there was no hiding his delight with the way that the wolf was already approaching the edge of the bed. "Fact of the matter is that you always had a choice in the matter, but if you're willingly coming over and offering your services, I couldn't possibly turn them down."

"And why is that, exactly?"

"It'd be rude."

The wolf rolled his golden eyes like a pair of tokens through a coin slot. "Yes...terribly rude of you to not take advantage of your friend's trusting nature and work a free blowjob out of him."

"Free? Do you have any idea how expensive it is to make a tincture like that?"

"Probably costs a lot less than a blowjob from someone with a mouth like mine..."

The fox cocked a brow, curious to see that his friend wasn't putting up more of a fight: undersized and overlooked, Aaron was used to having to get the better of larger males with his clever wiles and his underhanded tactics, more than simply overpowering them into accepting a submissive role.

To see his larger friend so willingly dropping to his knees by the edge of the bed was a move that proved delightful to see, but all the while, the marbled fox was sipping his drink with a certain degree of care, and watching the wolf with one greater than that, almost certain that he was up to something just as dishonest.

"Not that I've ever had to pay for one before, but I suppose we'll see if that juice was worth the squeeze once we're done, won't we?"

"...You want me to suck you off or not?"

"So impatient!" the fox teased. "Not that I'd expect anything less from someone that's so eager to get started, but you're the one on your knees: you'll be operating on my time."

Clothes that once fit tight and snug around the middle of his arms were already allowing air to sneak into the small gaps at the end of the cuffs, but that little bit of breathing room wasn't enough to confirm the wolf's theory: he knew he was losing mass, but he couldn't put his finger on exactly what he was becoming, even with the clue of the splotching pattern in his once pure coat of fur.

"Keep wasting my time, and you'll be the one on your knees, pal..."

There was no hurry; no rush in the way that Aaron finally set down his snifter, nor the way that he casually unbuckled his jeans, allowing the denim to fall away from his hips...but the belt itself stayed in the careful grip of his palm.

"You really think you're wasting your time? I figured you would appreciate a little time to relax before we got to the harder stuff."

"Nothing relaxing about being on your knees. I figured you would know something about that."

"Never been on mine for very long to know," the fox countered. "But if you're that uncomfortable, allow me to make up for being so leisurely with my approach."

His willing nature was still a surprise to the fox, but the lupine Aaron wasn't looking forward to the physical acts themselves, as much as the intrigue of finding out what...or who he would become, when all was said and done.

By the time the vulpine finally slipped across the edge of the bed and made himself comfortable, hanging his legs over the front edge, the wolf could already feel his wider, thicker snout shrinking back and narrowing down, even in the slightest; thanks to that, when he opened wide and measured up the exposed tip of the smaller creature's cock, he was caught off guard, thinking it would be easy to take the front end of that shaft.

Figures that he'd wait long enough for the transformation to go a little further, the wolf thought. Probably would have been able to deep throat him no problem if he'd just started with that.

It was rare enough that Aaron would have found himself taking another man in his mouth in the first place, but to find himself struggling with the flesh was something new. Adjusting the best that he could on the fly, he fought back the overwhelming temptation to press his fangs against the smooth, tender flesh of the vulpine cock...instead taking that chance to learn the shape of it in the front of his maw.

If his theory was correct, he'd do well to have a better idea of just what made Aaron's cock so special; soon enough, he was sure it would be his own, and that was driving him to remain on his best behavior.

"A little bit of a rough start, but once you get going, you really are a natural, aren't you?" the marbled fox offered a rare, brief compliment, wanting only to embolden the wolf; stroking his ego would have been a step too far, and a dangerous one, at that. "I had a feeling you were more experienced with this than you were letting on, but just seeing how much of it you can take, all without a warmup...you've been holding out on me, haven't you?"

I could probably get away with biting him once, the wolf thought. Just once. Chalk it up to an accident.

He wasn't in the business of sucking off any of his friends, no matter how close they were: such acts were exceptionally rare, used as a progressive form of edging torture than as an actual method of satisfaction.

To be forced into a situation where he needed to literally milk the final ingredient of a tincture out of his friend's body was as unique a situation as the wolf could find himself in, but curiosity was what kept him so obediently moving his head toward his friend's crotch.

Without that interest, he would have jumped up from the floor and tried to wrestle control from his friend well before then; though it may have been a struggle for the ages, he knew he was in the marbled fox's domain, putting him at a significant disadvantage.

"Yeah...y-you...you've definitely been holding out on me," Aaron whispered, his teeth coming together to stifle a greater, pleasured moan. "All this time, we've been running around town at expensive bars and drinking overpriced bourbon when we could have just been hanging back at the hotel like this!"

It was an entirely selfish idea, meant only to get under the skin of the wolf; it was also waiting in line behind the already active tincture.

That unique blend, whatever was contained within the chemicals, was already circulating through the bloodstream of the wolf, reaching every nook and cranny of his already unique body. As a pure bred, he knew exactly what to expect of himself, but the full-length mirror near the bed was revealing how pervasive the change was: he already didn't recognize his own face.

Golden orbs were completely drained of their shimmering, yellowed intensity, but the softer tones of icy blue hadn't taken full control of his gaze, just yet.

Fur that once caused his eyes to pop so brilliantly was fading fast, as if the overcoat of black was simply painted on his face. A vulpine rain was washing that coloration away, and every slow, gentle buck of his shortened muzzle on Aaron's length caused another splotch to appear somewhere in the coat of his fur, evident at the collar of his shirt.

"Go on and pull it off for me, big guy. I wanna see just how far you've come."

The original vulpine was doing an excellent job of following the eyes of his temporary pet, and just as he'd imagined, the former wolf was having trouble coming to terms with just how quickly he was changing, now that he'd indulged himself in the final ingredient.

"...W-wait a minute. Don't you need to cum for this whole thing to work?" the kneeling Aaron cocked a brow as he pulled back, hesitant to admit that he was enjoying the remnant taste of vulpine flesh upon his tongue. "Wasn't that the point?"

"If you really did swallow my load, you'd transform a lot faster; I wasn't kidding about that, but the fact is that you're already on a crash course with looking just like me," the marbled original said. "How you'll act when all is said and done is up to you, but you're already looking a bit like a chip off the old block!"

Pulling back as quickly as he did, Aaron didn't have a chance to stop a strand of his own spit from spilling across the cotton of his shirt, but the whole arrangement was pushed up and over his head in the next breath.

Casting his top aside, Aaron looked into the mirror once more and saw the jet black fields of fur replaced entirely with a base layer of softer gray, and all across his chest, small, uneven stripes of black were spreading toward the sides of his torso.

In the middle of his back, thicker splotches of tan were gathering together and taking a specific shape, filling in the gaps just beneath his shoulder blades with a color pattern that would have left the pair so similar, one might think they were separated at birth.

"Any reason why you came up with a potion to make me look just like you?" the wolf asked, but with every word he uttered, he was a bit less the lupine that had entered the room. "Had so much ego you didn't think it would all fit in one body, perhaps?"

"Trust me: my ego is thoroughly checked, but to see that look on your face again, I would have paid a lot more than I would for a plain old blowjob," the fox confessed. "But since you were giving such a fantastic one earlier, how about you get back to work?"

"You're not weirded out by the idea of looking yourself in the eye while you get sucked off?"

"...Guess my ego isn't entirely checked after all, but you can't tell me you've never given yourself a once over while you were rubbin' one out," the original mentioned. "Not all that different from giving yourself a quick rub and tug, far as I'm concerned."

Those words only mentioned paws, but the rapidly transforming wolf knew what his friend actually had in mind, and as his body continued to slim down, he lost the chance to pretend that he wasn't curious about the same idea.

The only thing keeping his pants up and around his ankles was the very piece of evidence that told how excited he was by the concept.

"Can't believe you're offering to do anything that I might actually enjoy," the new fox tried to argue, but his voice didn't have quite the same bite any longer: vocal cords were the next thing to change, with a subtle twang lacing itself in his otherwise thick, gruff voice. "I thought you'd have me on my knees all night, long as you're able to last..."

"You'll still be on your knees, but you can at least come on up on the bed to give yourself a break," the original fox offered. "Of course, having the covers under your knees probably won't feel like that much of a break when you've got me riding you like a manager with a deadline, but...I'll let you pick your poison."

As much fun as he was having sucking off his devious companion, the cloned fox was looking forward to being able to use a clever line in action...and he could see the remnants of his earlier handiwork dripping away from an impressive cock in long, slow globs; he'd gone a little overboard with the spittle, but he knew he'd be happy for the same, only a few moments later.

"The last time you did that, I ended up turning into you," Aaron muttered. The transformation wasn't quite complete, but from behind, the original fox likely wouldn't be able to tell the difference between the clone and himself. "Not that I can imagine you'd be hiding any other tricks up your sleeve right now--I know you. You're all about getting down to business."

"Only once I get fired up, but you took care of that already," he replied. "But you're not gonna leave me hangin' tonight. Get my fine ass up here."

Popping up from his knees with new, vulpine energy, the cloned fox tried to make a mental note to get used to his new body, but there was a greater anticipation of the grand finale than he'd ever known, as if he was going into a seasonal rut.

"Such a fucking weird way of saying it, but since you took it there, first..."

Stepping out of the puddle of clothes that were far too large to fit anymore, the cloned Aaron crawled across the empty side of the bed, his tail lifting just far enough to be inconvenient; though the original fox could see the very edge of his cloned tailhole under the base of his friend's tail, he wouldn't quite be able to penetrate it without a little extra work.

"Go fuck yourself, Aaron."

For the first time in ages, the newly made vulpine thought he was getting the better of his friend.

A brief silence in the room would have confirmed the same, but just as a naturally foxy grin started to spread over the face of the clone, the original Aaron rolled over on the edge of the bed, planting his own knees on either side of his friend's ankles and trapping them in the gap.

One open palm clutched the base of the tail with such a tight grip that the new fox couldn't help a brief, unfamiliar yelp, and despite his body tensing up with the sharp pain of that tug, the pucker of his asshole relaxed with just a single, soaking touch of a vulpine member against it.

"Gladly," the original fox kept it simple, his other arm wrapping around his friend's hip and clutching it a little tighter than his usual grip: he didn't trust that his clone was going to cooperate for the whole performance, even when he'd willingly dropped to all fours. "Thanks for giving me the opportunity to try myself out...I always knew I had a fantastic ass, but...not like I was gonna let anyone have an open shot at it, like this."

Having to hold his own tail up and out of the way of his butthole was a change of pace for the original fox, but then, there was nothing natural about the idea of his tapered, vulpine tip spreading out the delicate flesh of his pucker and easing the first inch of his cock into that passage.

There was something eerie about the ease with which his soaking length took that entrance and stretched it; he was sure it was just a metaphysical response, but for a moment, he could feel a tender, moistened warmth against his own backside, as if there was yet another clone standing behind him, going for the last tailhole in an imaginary chain.

"You...y-you're a lot slower with this than I thought you'd be," the clone muttered, trying to keep his former, lupine demeanor about him--he refused to let on how much he was enjoying himself, but the tapered shape of the marbled fox made for a delightfully smooth and comfortable penetration. "Figured you'd make like a proper fox and b-burn yourself out as quickly as you could."

"Well, that's not like you at all..."

"Like me, or like you?"

"You're the most hedonistic person I know," the original fox claimed. "And I know you're enjoying this, so...wishing for it to end right away? That ain't like you at all."

His clone gripped the sheets as the rest of a full, twitching length eased into his asshole, spreading him with just the right amount of girth to be comfortable and snug; he was quite literally made for the job, and as it turned out, the original fox had fantastic proportions to toy with himself, once he was given the opportunity.

Still feeling just a hint of the phantom pressure on his own pucker, the original took his time for that first minute, feeling out the copy of his own passage and getting a very solid idea of what his clone could take.

"And taking your time when you've got someone right where you want them doesn't f-feel like you at all," the clone argued.

"Guess that you don't know me as well as you think you do, but...give it a little time. I think you'll get to know me a lot better than that before we're all wrapped up, here."

"...Just now realizing that you didn't wrap up."

"Sure didn't."

The grin was evident in his voice, just as much as the curl of his lips...but this time, it was the original Aaron who was able to look in the mirror by the side of the bed and admire his technique: hips eased back with a slow, practiced gait, ignoring the glaring opportunity to pound away as forcefully as he would have liked at his personal clone.

Instead, he looked at the copy of himself with a sort of affection and familiarity, and moved his hips with a pace that was more comforting than controlling; even the pap of his sack bouncing against the inside of the new vulpine's thighs was a softer sound than either of the pair would have been used to hearing.

"Really planning to b-blow a load inside of yourself? That's pretty...p-pretty fucked up, isn't it?" the clone teased, hoping that he might convince the original to pull out before it was too late. "To think you'd actually knot your own ass if...y-you were given the chance..."

"And you wouldn't?" Aaron asked, leaning his full weight into the next thrust and picking up the pace with a sudden shift of the knees. Driving, eager hips pumped against a stretched, loosened tailhole and kept it stuffed with every pass, allowing only the excess flood of precum to spill back out...but the emerging weight of a knot would have something to say about the mess they'd make. "You really wouldn't bend a copy of yourself over the bed...pound their tight , little ass and put them in your place?"

In their own minds, the fox and the wolf were each at the top of the food chain to begin with.

In as much, it was the perfect question to make the copied fox think about just how satisfying it would be to one up himself like that, and the same thought helped to ease the soreness that came with taking the full, merciless brunt of the vulpine's force.

"So...w-what...if I would?" he asked, his voice struggling to get more than a single word out between the deep, satisfying pass of each thrust.

"Just trying to prove a point, and now that I have..."

Claws pressed against softer, shorter fur, digging right through that first layer of fluff to scrape against the front of the clone's thighs: there would be nothing delicate about the final minutes of the act, but as quickly as the burn spread down the front of the legs of the new fox, the covers had it that much worse.

Somehow, the original Aaron was still entirely composed when his toes curled into the covers, their longer, thicker claws tearing clean through the comforter and giving his friend just a hint of how much worse it could have been if he allowed his temper to come unglued.

"I can f-finally pour this fucking load into you...like I've been wanting to do for years."

Panting low and fast into the back of his friend's ear, the original, marbled fox made sure that they were both locked completely into the middle of the bed before he tried to push the weight of his knot into the mix.

Without ever touching his clone's cock, he could feel orgasmic resistance in the form of an internal clench. That sensation itself was nothing new to Aaron, but to know the way his own body would have seized up around a pumping, thrusting cock was a fascinating thing...and at that, one that broke down the final walls of his resistance.

In the middle of the headboard banging against the wall and slender, powerful muscle crashing against a toned, tight ass, the quiet schlip of a knot sinking in and tying the pair of foxes together was lost, but there was no covering up the sensation of warm, slick cum, flooding into the clone with such a plentiful volume that he could only imagine what a mess it would make when their bodies finally had a chance to pull apart.

Stupid, slim body...feels like he's giving me a second stomach!

"Damn...d-dude...save a little for the afterparty, h-huh?" the clone whimpered his way through trying to handle every gush of seed inside of his body, but each throb was pushing him down the path to making his own mess, sooner than later.

He was hoping that his friend would take care of the rest of that, but palms and claws remained firmly planted in the front of his thighs, just a whim away from brushing over the cloned cock and giving it a single, needed touch.

"Don't you worry about that," the original fox mentioned. "I already took care of the afterparty...in fact, he's in the lobby right now--can't wait to see the look on his face when he sees his worst nightmare has a twin brother."