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In the sterile chill of the bathroom I surreptitiously raise a paw, reaching out towards the black-furred Renamon standing at the urinal. Having watched them stroll in and observing their equipment through the space between the stall divider and the wall, I can't help but pick them as my next target. The familiar sensations course up throughout as I reach out for them, this current body already feeling distant and tired, having since lost its spark as soon as this shapely, enticing figure strode through the door.

On a new swap the consciousness of the previous owner of this one will shock back into place, with their experience in their_prior body running out as though from a dream. Gradually they'll recover the memories I've made while inhabiting their body, but those will feel like a dream too, and that's the funny way the brain works: it will reshape everything so that they remember _themselves as having done those things, instead of some stranger having forcibly swapped bodies with them.

So I always make sure to leave memories the likes of which they've never seen before.

One of the Renamon's ears twitch as I reach for them, and in instinct I turn my body as though to make for the sinks instead, paw dropping, fingers turning out. All I need is a few seconds of skin to skin contact, squeezing through fur; I take hold of their tail about halfway along its length, give a little tug, hold on there, and close my eyes, and...

...and then the tail parts open along its length with the sound of wet flesh pulling apart. Surprise and confusion bounces through me, and when I look there's a great, sharp-toothed maw spreading open. It seems to grin at me, the emotion clear even without the presence of eyes or any other facial feature: the tongue, long and thick and wide, flicks out and around lips just now curling back from the split, coming up towards me. Instinctively I jerk backwards but still keep my paw on the Renamon's tail. They turns their head, gives themselves a little shake, and seems to appraise me for a moment, and then -

Vertigo slams into me, like standing in the middle of an elevator when it suddenly jerks into motion, like resting at the rail of a boat with my eyes closed as it crests a wave. Suddenly I'm the one floating in a dream, the rest of the world present yet distant, seeming like it would gust away into fog at the slightest touch. My head rolls on my shoulders and my grip slackens, but before my fingers fall free of their tail and break the link, the tail itself creeps up along my side, comes down towards my front, and there maintains constant contact while surprisingly deft lips, tongue, and teeth, work at the fly of my pants.

I hadn't actually come in here to do any business: it's just that bathrooms are where the best victims tend to lower their defenses the most. Looking down, across a vast distance I can see the Renamon's tailmaw open my fly, then smoothly tug my jeans and underwear down, bringing plump sheath and full sack out into the cool air. This is fine, of course: I watch, dazed, as the Renamon shakes themselves again, zips up their pants, and partially turns to face me, though the tailmaw lifts its - what, its muzzle? Its snout? - up between my legs. Misty pleasure shivers through me, and in response I lower down a little bit, spread my legs, sigh with pleasure, and give in to the sensation.

"That's not gonna work," the Renamon rumbles. Their voice sounds like music. Down the tail goes, pressing up between my balls as it slips further, then tilts up and back at the end, and - a puff of hot, humid breath shudders up against me, slipping underneath my own tail, tickling at the sensitive rim of my tailhole. I lower myself further, widen my stance, meet the Renamon's odd, colorless silver eyes, couched in inky sclera. "But I'd be glad to take that from you, if you don't mind."

And I don't. I'm not sure what they're talking about, really, but I know I don't mind. A sweet shiver escapes my lips as the tailmaw parts its mouth and drags that thick, sizeable tongue out, squishing up underneath my tail, pressing in against the puckered wrinkles of my tailhole; it slurps up and around, again and again, quickly coating me in warm, slimy saliva, each press of the muscle coaxing my arousal further from my sheath. Before long I'm idly thrusting in rhythm, grinding myself back against the tongue and then pushing forward, hefty balls rubbing along the rest of their tail, drawing in their scent, their eyes, their presence.

How could I have thought that I'd be able to claim their body for my own? It seems absurd, now. It's not all about me, after all - I should really want to serve Tri, their sleepy half-lidded eyes flashing between mine, their satisfaction evident on their short muzzle. Their pleasure is my pleasure, and my pleasure... their tailmaw suckles there around my rim, lips pursing together, drawing deep, indulgent pulls from within the ring of muscle, and then it comes free with a wet pop.

"Feels good, doesn't it?" Tri murmurs, and I feel myself nod in response. Their tail comes back up between my legs, tongue still out: thick, sticky saliva smears across my thigh and sack, and it briefly draws first one, and then both of my balls into its mouth to suck and slurp and swallow and slurp again, before continuing up along my sheath. Another electric shiver bounces through my body when it wraps its lips around my now fully hard cock, and in that moment there's nothing more I could want.

They're paying attention to me. Tri is focusing on me. It's just the two of us. Just the... just... just the one of us. It's only them. It's only-

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Pressure and urgency lances through me. I grit my teeth, I tighten all my muscles; the tailmaw plies itself unbelievably well, poking and prodding at all of the spots that make me shiver, bringing me towards my peak faster than I could myself. I glance up, look Tri in the eye one more time, then can't help but gasp, wrench my eyes shut, let my tongue loll out, and - then the orgasm pounds through me and into the maw, its throat pulsing at it swallows down, hilted around the base of the hard shaft, lips pursed against sheath. The pleasure continues, bright and full, then finally starts dwindling away, and -

And Tri opens their eyes and looks forward at the Renamon in front of them. At themselves. They look down at their new paws, gives a little buck as their other self's tailmaw slips free from around their still-twitching cock, steps back, looks their new body over. What a find, they think, and watches as the other version of them finally does their pants back up - they do the same, in this new body - and turns to face then fully.

It's only them. Whoever inhabited this body before is, simply, no more. Tri gives themselves a grin - and they return it in response - and the two entwine tails on their way over to the sink, the Renamon's maw slipping shut, eliminating all evidence of its presence save for a streak of milky white across dark fur.