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Snakeskin - Sculpting Perfection

Hansen and Albert sat inside the cozy reading room, a small fire burned merrily as the two sullen men sat in overstuffed chairs. A glass of brandy was held in one hand and a cigar in the other, though both were ignored as both men sat and stared at the flames. The meeting between the senior members of the Order had broken for an hour for them to recoup after hours of argument on the action they needed to take against their Order's old enemy.

"So it seems they are going to call all our available members to combat this threat." Albert finally broke the tense silence they had shared. "Once more we've called to arms against Renzyl. I hope that you are sure of this, if this proves to be nothing or even some minor demon that is merely causing mischief then your opinion will never be regarded as well again."

"I am well aware of what the Order will do if this proves to be false." Hansen replied with a sigh. "But the pendant doesn't lie, Arthur and I had specifically keyed it to his magical energy the last time we faced him, in case the threat ever returned." The older man looked down at the liquid in his glass as he felt a pang of sadness from the memories that were dragged up. Albert saw this and stood up, giving him a reassuring pat on the shoulder before he left the room.

Hansen was left alone with his thoughts, which had turned to almost thirty years before, the last time their Order had tangled with Renzyl. He and his best friend Arthur had been recently recruited into the Order by a rather lovely young woman of whom they had mutually shown interest. At first it was a mere flight of fancy, they were trained in the fighting arts and, if they showed the aptitude, magical arts. Arthur showed the spark, so a small rift formed between them as they were trained separately. Unfortunately for Hansen, the woman they wanted also had a knack for magic, which meant that Arthur was able to spend much more time with her then he would be able too.

As their college years progressed they both became full-fledged members of the Order, Hansen became one of the 'warriors' while Arthur was given the title of 'magus'. Much to his dismay, the woman also was also a magician, and though he tried to hide it he felt a bit of jealousy towards the fact. That feeling was greatly increased when Arthur admitted to him that they were in fact a couple, which only deepened their growing separation. Yet despite of it they still managed to get along, the three of them spending time with one another both in Order activities and out, though Hansen always felt a bit of a third wheel. Had the events that followed never occurred, then perhaps things would have stayed that way.

But then, in their final year of college, the demon Renzyl made his appearance. It was subtle at first, the student population becoming far less inhibited, particularly in the males. Then came the sightings, strange lizard creatures that ran around campus, sometimes even in the dorms themselves. At the same time students began to not attend classes, or even seem to disappear completely. When the Order grew suspicious and began to investigate they found the worst, a hive of lizards that had completely taken over one of the all-male dorms, led by one of Renzyl's generals. Thus they quickly sprang into action in the dead of night, using their powerful magics to seal the hive and try to reverse the curse that was wrought upon the students in it.

Unfortunately their actions came too late, the combined lustful power of the lizard creatures, even within the barrier of magic, was able to open a portal into the physical realm and manifest himself in the magical nexus of the area, which now contained their Order's war room. The battle that followed was fierce, many warriors and magi stood and fought, though the demon's might was fierce. Luckily they were able to knock out enough of his power base beforehand that he was still able to be held back, with those magi and warriors that weren't unconscious or converted in the battle to erect a barrier around Renzyl and the portal.

In the end it was Arthur and Hansen that faced the weakened demon, though they knew they couldn't kill him they could drive him back to where he came. While Arthur used his magical energies to manipulate the portal Hansen kept Renzyl preoccupied in a flurry of sword versus fangs. With their combined efforts the portal's properties were changed and with a swift kick the demon was sent back into the dimension from which it came. Just as they were about to celebrate their victory though, he noticed that Arthur had begun to get sucked into the portal as well. He cried out for his friend, his hand outstretched to grab onto his friend...

"Hansen!" Albert's voice said suddenly, which snapped him out of his memory as he realized he had completely downed his drink. "What forces we were able to call on short notice have gathered in the war room and are ready to be debriefed."

"How many?" Hansen replied.

"Enough for six groups." Albert said. "I know it's not a lot, especially since a few of them are new, but we have no choice. Renzyl must be stopped."

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Back in the university art building, five men sat in the air conditioned sculpture room as they waited for their TA to show up. Four of them were the typical jocks, only there during spring break so they could gain extra credit and pass the class. One of them, a shy, skinny boy named Duncan, was an actual Art major who loved every aspect of the media. He looked at the other four in distain as they joked and pushed each other around their sculpting desks. There was no appreciation for the art there, and they were loud and obnoxious to boot.

"Hey, where the hell is Ryan anyway?" One of the jocks said as they picked up a piece of dried clay and flicked it at one of his friends. "I'd say we blow this in fifteen if he doesn't show up by then, him or this model we're supposed to sculpt." The others cheered in agreement with 'hell yeah's and high fives. It made Duncan roll his eyes, he wished he could just do the project by himself, or some one-on-one time with Ryan. Everything the jocks did disrupted the creative flow of the room; he really just wished they would take their art seriously.

Suddenly, just as Duncan was about to excuse himself so he didn't have to hear any more of their inane chatter, he noticed that they had suddenly gone rather quiet and looked up at the model platform in disbelief. Two of them had their usual dumb-guy grins on their faces as they elbowed each other, one looked completely disgusted, and the fourth... he couldn't quite put down what the fourth experienced. Curious, he followed their gaze up and over his shoulder, only to almost fall off his seat when he saw what stood up there.

"Now that I have your attention." The silver-scaled lizardman said as he let his cloak slip to the floor to reveal his tight, athletic body. "I will be your model today, something a little more... exotic then the human form." Duncan couldn't believe his eyes, the way his muzzle moved when he talked, and how his muscular tail swayed gently behind him... it was more than a man in costume. His eyes moved down from the reptile's smirk down his golden-scaled pecs and abs, perfect in every way, down to his slick, black maleness which dangled lewdly between his taut legs.

"Aw lame!" One of the jocks shouted out. "I thought we were going to have a female model, should have known that freak TA would do this." Once more he was congratulated by his buddies with hand slaps, except for the one who still hadn't taken his eyes off of the model.

"Nevertheless, I know you all need to do this or fail out of the course." The lizardman replied as he pushed a cart filled with blocks of white clay into the middle of the room. "So despite your... reservations, you will be expected to have something that mimics my form by the end of the hour." As he walked back to the viewing stage the exotic model seemed to glance back at Duncan, who had to blink twice as he swore he was given a wink by him before he faced the group and stood in a traditional artistic pose. "I suggest you get started now, the faster you begin the faster you finish. If you need help, turn to your buddies, I'm sure they can give you a hand."

All four of the jocks, after they muttered to each other how lame and stupid the exercise was and they had to do it or lose their various scholarships, grabbed one of the large blocks of clay. Duncan walked over and grabbed one as well, the texture of it unusual as he brought it back to his sculpting station. It was less firm then most clay he worked with, as though it already had a bit of liquid mixed in with it beforehand. As he started to work with it he also noticed it had a rather unusual smell, slightly salty and a weird rubbery smell. "Is this some sort of new clay?" He asked.

"It's got a special additive to it." The model replied as his attention was focused on the four as they split into two pairs and started to clumsily work the clay as well. "It seems your classmates have partnered up and left you alone, and since you're taking this class for the art, why don't you wait for the rest to finish and I can give you a more private tutoring session? Take a seat by the stage."

"Oh my god... Ryan?" Duncan realized as he washed his hands in the nearby water bucket and moved up to give the model a closer inspection. "What... what happened to you? I know that's no costume."

"Of course, your attention to detail on musculature and the male form is fantastic." The silver lizardman replied with a hushed voice as he gave the bewildered human a grin. "Though Ryan is no longer my name, you may call me Sivilath. A most fantastic thing happened to me, I was able to use my own artistic abilities to give myself the form you see here today, a wonderful gift given by the most wonderful being. A gift that I want to pass onto you, a sort of reward for being such a gifted student."

"A... gift?" Duncan said, suddenly a bit nervous as he noticed the almost predatory look on his face as he watched the others. "I'm... I'm honored, but I'm not sure I want this, I mean-"

"Oh shush, I know you want this." Sivilath replied as he used his tail to pull up a chair and gestured for him to sit in it. "As my second, you would be imbued with such power... you can't even imagine how much. You've been pushed around so much, now you have a chance to rule over others. Plus I know how much you detest your body, your imperfect muscles, don't you want a chance to sculpt yourself in your own perfect image?"

Duncan could feel his pants begin to tent as he was awash in the lizardman's sweet, seductive words. He was right, part of why he loved art is the chance to make the perfect form, something he knew he would never be able to achieve on his own. To be able to give himself the body he always imagined in his dreams, which seemed to grow more perverse as he sat down next to Sivilath. "Yes... I want the perfect body..." He said finally.

"I knew you would." Sivilath hissed in victory as he saw the young man's eyes glaze over slightly. "Now watch and learn, young one, as our new servants give you your first lesson."

Duncan just nodded and watched as the four jocks continued to mash and mould the clay, their hands coated in the stuff and a bit of it splattered all over their clothes.

"Come on man, this was a new shirt!" One of them shouted angrily as a large splash of the clay water got onto him.

"I can't help it, this stuff is so messy." The perpetrator replied as he tried to make a general body shape so he could leave, only to have the clay slump over. "Wait... I have an idea." As the strange thought took hold he stood up and, as carefully as he could with his clay-coated hands, took off his shirt.

"Dude, what are you doing?" Another one of them asked as he watched him kick off his shoes. "You can't just strip down in class."

"Why not, we're the only ones here." The half-naked man said as he pushed his socks away. "Plus we've seen each other before; unless you have something you want to admit I'm not getting my clothing messed up." Before the other three could object he pulled off his shorts as well, his body now completely naked as he sat back down in his chair and continued to work.

The other three looked at each other, then back at their nude friend before they shrugged to each other and took off their clothing as well. Duncan was amazed; it was like they were so completely engrossed in what they were doing they didn't even seem to remember that the other two were there. He shifted his body slightly to hide his erection as he watched the four naked men work even harder than before.

"This stuff is impossible." One of them said in a very defeated tone after twenty minutes as he washed his hands in the water bucket. He was about to admit defeat when he brought his hands up and realize a large amount of the stuff had continued to glom onto his hands. It made his fingers look longer and slightly... scaly? He fiddled with it a little bit on the edge of his fingers and in a short amount of time was able to sculpt a very realistic looking set of claws. "Hey guys, look at this."

"Whoa, lizard hands, nice." His sculpture partner said as he looked over them. "I wonder if this stuff works better on the body then by itself?"

"You know, the model did say that all we had to do was mimic the model in clay." One of the jocks said as he grabbed a handful of the white stuff and slathered it on his own chest between his pecs. "If we just use ourselves then we can still get an A for the assignment and be out of here quicker."

"Are you sure? This seems a little... weird." The only hesitant member of the group asked as the other two nodded to each other and grabbed their own handfuls of clay. "And who knows if we'll actually get credit for this."

"I'll vouch for you." Sivilath chimed in. "I think it's a very original idea to become living sculptures, and as you said, there's no one around to care." All four of them nodded to each other as the lizardman just gave a smirk down to Duncan as they began to quickly pile the clay on top of themselves.

Much to their satisfaction, they found that the clay was far more workable on their bodies then it was on the worktables. In no time they had completely covered the front of their bodies with the clay, even onto their hardening cocks as they put a thick layer of it over themselves. They were amazed to see how much detail it retained, their muscular bodies didn't lose an inch of tone as they covered everything they could while they tried to add little details like scales and foot claws and little spikes. None of them seemed to even realize they were all fully erect, or if they did they didn't seem to care.

"Aw man, I'm seeing a problem with our plan." The furthest ahead of the bunch said as he tried to put the clay on his back. "I can't... reach..." His partner watched him flail about for a few seconds, then grabbed a measure of clay and began to rub it onto his back. Duncan saw the other's face as it flashed with surprise for a second, then his eyes closed and he actually seemed to enjoy it as he was coated from behind. The second pair took a different route, once they were finished with their fronts they grabbed another handful and began to sculpt their lizardman muzzles.

"This stuff is... really warm..." The most completed one said as everything from the neck down was completely covered in clay, a small shudder ran down his spine as he felt it even press between his coated cheeks. "H...hey, easy there." He tried to protest, though the warmth that spread through his body was more than enough to override any rational thought processes as his partner built up a tail from the base of his spine down to the floor, his body continued to shudder as his hands glided down the cylindrical appendage.

As soon as he finished the last of the little spike details, the one who worked on his partner's back took a step back to admire his handiwork. "I have to admit, this is probably my best work so far." He said as he turned around so he could get his own back done. As he waited for him to start, something curious caught the corner of his eye and he turned his head to see what it was. Immediately he wished he hadn't, as the other pair had finished sculpting their lizard heads and decided to celebrate by locking their arms around each other and engaging in a deep kiss. Strangely, he found himself more perplexed that their 'lips' managed to move despite being made of inanimate clay instead of repulsed that two of his best friends were making out with each other.

He hardly had time to consider his options, however, when he suddenly felt a heavy weight ram into from behind and push him forward. It took him totally by surprise, he tried to grab onto the half-full clay cart but it tipped over from his weight and caused the contents to splatter across the floor as he fell. "What the hell?" He shouted as he felt his partner squirm on top of him, the feel of the clay on his chest smooth and almost plastic-like.

"Don't know man..." The downed jock heard his friend say, his voice made him sound like he was deep in a haze. "My body just moved on its own... it feels so good, I can't help it."

"Ah, now comes the best part, little one." Sivilath said with a wink as he watched Duncan stared at the four, enraptured, his hand pressed against the tent in his jeans. "And there's no need to be shy, you can take care of that if you want to, join the naked crowd."

Duncan just nodded and almost ripped off his pants as he pulled them down along with his black boxers, his trapped erection released from its prison as it sprang out into the air. His hand darted down and began to stroke as he watched the four, especially the two on the ground. The other pair had continued to make out, their hands stroked their bodies and mashed clay onto each other's back like it made them high while their clay's scale pattern continued to become defined. It seemed as though the clay had taken a life of its own, even when they didn't slather it on each other it continued to expand and spread onto their backs. Once it reached the edge of the rest of the clay it seemed that small tendrils of clay interwove into each other and became one solid mass. As they continued to ravish each other Duncan noticed that the way the clay moved on his skin it seemed they were no longer two jocks covered in clay sculpted like lizardmen, but rather two identical animate lizardmen clay statues.

But what had really caught his eye, and made his hand stroke even faster on himself, were the two lust-addled teens on the floor as the more completed lizardman began to grind his hips into the one below. While the top one completely seemed lost in lust, the one on the bottom continued to struggle, albeit rather half-heartedly, away. But as the lower jock dropped his hips it only served to give his transforming companion better access, and as he finally found purchase they both let out loud gasps and groans as the clay-coated cock pushed its head inside of him. As inch after inch slid in the protests and squirming quickly ceased, replaced with lustful hisses as the bottom boy's face and body was pushed into the clay that had spilled around them.

"You keep watching, I'll be right back." Sivilath said suddenly as he licked his lips slightly and stood up. Duncan looked up to see the shiny lizardman walk backstage, and as soon as he left his sight he turned back to the show. As he got back to his self-ministrations he noticed that the two on the floor were still pressed hard into each other, their hips bucked and twitched though they stayed flush against each other. Duncan watched in amazement as he realized why their thrusting wasn't more pronounced, the clay in between the two had fused the two bodies together! The top lizardman's tail animated and whipped around wildly as he pushed himself downward, his body rippled as it melded.

Suddenly the bottom jock's head, which had been partially submerged as he continued to have his partner push into him, bucked upward, his head completely transformed into a lizard as he hissed and flipped the partially fused creature over. They, no more like he now, had the chest of a bodybuilder, with extra muscles to support the additional pair of limbs that were just below the first pair, which had wrapped around the now foot-long spire that jutted from his groin. They still only had two legs, though as they melded into each other they ballooned and hardened with more muscle to support the top. Most amazing was as he continued to thrust his hips into the air a second cock emerged just underneath the first, which quickly grew to match as the second pair of arms reached down to stroke that as well. The only thing left that was still human was the top jock's head as the shoulders reconfigured to accommodate two heads, and then that was erased as the clay from the floor flowed upward from his head and quickly became enveloped as a lizard's maw clamped shut and sealed their fate.

Just as Duncan was about to reach climax he suddenly felt a very strong hand on the back of his neck lift him up. "Tsk tsk, trying to finish before the others have had the pleasure of doing so." He heard Sivilath say as he noticed the three clay lizardmen stopped their lustful interludes and stared at him intently, all of them stroked their large erections as he was lead off the model platform. The three quickly made space for Sivilath as he carried him down; desks were tossed aside as Duncan was deposited roughly in the middle of the circle. "They've saved themselves for you, to aid in your transformation. Unlike them, you will mold yourself through your sheer will, thus proving yourself worthy of being my lieutenant."

The naked man only realized his predicament as the large, two-headed lizard gave him a hungry smile and his four hands quickly restrained him. As the other two quickly worked to get him on his hands and knees, Duncan saw Sivilath as he rolled a second cart with what looked like blocks of solid marble on it. He didn't have much time to think about it; however, as the huge lizardman wiggled under him while the twin lizardmen took their positions in front and behind him. His body shuddered as he realized what would happen, though most of him didn't care as he felt a smooth and silky tongue against both his cock and balls, which quickly regained its steel rigidity.

Sivilath had a small smile on his face as his new lieutenant's eyes closed in bliss as his member was engulfed completely by one large muzzle while the other muzzle suckled on his sac. He grabbed one of the solid stones, which began to deform in his hands as he placed it on Duncan's back. The cool stone against his skin caused him to shiver, but instead of it shaking off it stuck firmly to his back as he felt the unseen lizardman behind him began to press something slick between his thighs as the one in front of him rubbed his cock against his face. He gave it an experimental lick, which caused the lizardman to hiss and rub his claws through his hair. It was a bit nerve-wracking; he had never been with another man, much less three lizardman at the same time.

"Don't be ginger boys, he's no fragile piece of glass!" Sivilath said as he grabbed two more blocks and placed them next to the first one. The three let out snickers and hisses of glee as they roughly grabbed Duncan and shoved themselves in. Duncan let out a loud hmph of surprise as he was invaded, but any pain he felt in his backside quickly subsided as he felt the large spire slicken him as it shoved its way inside of him. The same went for his mouth as the tip nearly touched the back of his throat as his head was lewdly pulled forward until his nose bumped against his groin.

All the while he could feel the cool material on his back melt as Sivilath added more and more weight to his back, which felt as though it spread across his skin. That, with the identical members in his mouth and anus and the two mouths on his own genitals, caused him to quickly lose control of himself. He found himself almost instinctively curling his tongue around the tip while simultaneously clenching down on the lizardman behind him. Nothing mattered to him now except the pleasure given to him by those jocks... no... his servants, and to give them the same amount of pleasure in return.

Sivilath watched as Duncan's eyes rolled back in his head, he knew he was completely lost to the sensations, which was perfect for him as he added more and more material. The marble spread out as much as it could, none of it dripped off his body and instead accumulated around him. Soon his form was completely engulfed by the malleable stone; the clay lizardmen appeared to be thrusting into nothing more than a shapeless blob as the marble quickly surged up over his head and down his arms and legs. Still, with tongues lolled out, they continued to push themselves more and more into it as Sivilath added the last of the marble blocks into it. "It's all on you now, my friend."

Almost immediately as though in response, the massive blob began to reshape itself slowly as the two lizardman suddenly gasped and groaned as their toe claws dug hard into the cheap linoleum tile. Sivilath himself nearly buckled from the pleasure that he had felt merely from the connection from his slaves, he had to sit down and begin to quickly fondle himself as he watched his slaves struggle from the sheer ecstasy that emanated from their cocks. The huge mass of marble took the vague shape of a colossal lizardman, his muscles almost freakish as the two had to take several steps back as the stone behemoth grew to nearly ten feet in length and almost caused the one beneath him to nearly gag as a large surge of stone cock filled his mouth to the point where the second head came up to help lick along the huge member.

The two identical lizardmen could not hold out for long under the assault of pleasure, with twin roars they climaxed hard, their sliky cum flooded into Duncan as he continued to sculpt himself, his long tail nearly whipped and took off one of their head's as his neck lengthened and muzzle formed. Duncan himself, now nearly complete, let out a roar from his new maw as he flooded the poor lizardman beneath him to the point his stomach began to distend and a torrent of whitish cum poured out of his mouth. The three clay lizardmen fell over, completely exhausted, while Sivilath's newest second got to his thickly-clawed feet as he stood on the balls of his reformed appendages.

"My my, I am not mistaken in my choice." Sivilath said with a huff as he wiped his own silvery cum off his lap and stood up. He walked around what looked like a solid marble statue, admiring the veins of black that ran through the solid white, smooth stone. The only thing that betrayed the illusion was the slight movements from the tail and still semi-hard rigid member as it twitched slightly. Duncan now stood nearly head and shoulders above Sivilath, thick muscles buldged on his frame as he laid a hand on his perfect bubble but and thick tailbase. His skin was also cool to the touch like a statue as well, which caused the silver lizardman to smile as those stone-cold lips and long tongue danced across his as they shared in their first embrace in their new forms.

"I am Marbre, General Sivilath, direct me as you will." His loud, low voice boomed as he bowed to one knee in reverence.

"And so I will, Lieutenant Marbre." Sivilath replied as he ran a hand under the marble lizardman's chin, which caused him to murr in pleasure. "This will be a wonderful place to create more works of art like ourselves. But first... the Order will be coming soon, we must prepare for their arrival as soon as possible. Then all will feel the glory of Master Renzyl!"

With that they all let out a loud screeching roar, a challenge to those who would dare to threaten their newfound dominance...