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Snakeskin - Basic Training

"Master..." The silver raptor said as he got up from his display of crystals and kneeled in front of the black dragon in front of him. "We have just received news."

Renzyl smiled as he rubbed his black, latex paws over his slave's head, the satisfying sounds of latex against scales filled the air as he caused him to shudder in his grasp. "Well, out with it then." He said. As his slave tried to get up, however, he grasped him by the shoulders and held him down in the kneeling position. "You can give me the news from down there, I have plans for that mouth of yours when you are finished."

"Yes Master." The raptor replied as he nuzzled and licked against the dragon's sheath. "We have just received a report on what the Order's plans are, as well as any contingencies they have. It turns out you were correct in your assumption that-"

"That's enough, I will glean the rest myself." Renzyl said as he grabbed his slave by the back of the head and pushed him against the opening of his sheath, ready to receive the hot spire of demonic dragon flesh as it slid out of its home and into his waiting maw. As the raptor began to expertly suck and teased the ridged length Renzyl looked through their telepathic link and saw what his faithful slave had gathered for him. As the information flooded his mind his grin widened, both from what he saw and from the noise his slave made as he continued to hold him flush against his sheath as his foot-long member surged into his throat. He moved his hand down to his slave's throat and felt the lewd bulge as he began to stroke it up and down, a hiss of pleasure escaped his lips as he could press the hot walls of the raptor's throat as he finished assimilating the information in his mind.

"Oh my, these humans certainly do hate to lose, don't they?" He said as he looked down at the stuffed maw of his slave, who merely nodded slightly as he continued to lavish his master's cock. "We'll just have to do something about that, won't we? I know just the gift..."

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"Alright men, form up!" The older man dressed in military uniform shouted as ten college-aged students formed a single line in front of him. They were all dressed in camouflage and black helmets and held paintball rifles of various models, from two men with paintball sniper rifles to four men with automatic paintball guns and the remaining four men with longer range paintball rifles. They stood at attention in front of their ROTC officer, then was quickly put at ease as he went and retrieved a rather large satchel from the nearby bench. "Today we will be having a two team battle exercise, five per team. One will defend the 'base' we've set up previously, while the other team will be the attacking squad. Is that understood?"

"Sir yes Sir!" The squad replied in unison.

"Good, now we have a special present from the University." The officer said as he pulled out a large plastic cylinder filled with small black balls. "Got them as I finished up my work-out at their gym, some sort of new paintball, less chance of barrel clog or shearing as well as a softer shell so you can do close contact shots. You each get three 'clips' worth, no refills in this scenario. Load up and choose your teams."

The men looked at each other, then collected their ammo and placed it their hoppers. Once they were finished the two senior members of the ROTC stepped forward and looked over the rest of the recruits. The first was a senior named Sebastian, a military brat that was only there because his parents agreed to pay for his college if he did. He was usually never serious, and the goofy smile on his face showed that today would not be different. The other man was a junior named Cole, an almost exact opposite of Sebastian in that he was very serious about his military training and was looking forward to being an officer in the Army. He was also very handsome, a fact not lost on Samuel, one of the freshmen recruits that secretly hoped he would pick him even though he knew nothing would come of it.

Unfortunately for Samuel he was one of the better marksmen in the group, a fact not lost on Sebastian as he was allowed to pick first. "Let's see... I choose..." he said as he looked at the line of men. Suddenly he brought up his gun and shot Samuel right in the groin, the black ball made a small thud noise as it hit his athletic support he had fortunately worn underneath. "you!"

"Uncalled for!" Cole said as he looked at Sebastian with disgust.

"What? I wanted to see if they really were as good as he said." Sebastian said back in defense. "Besides we're all wearing our protective gear underneath, and if he wasn't it would be his own fault."

Samuel excused himself so he could clean the mark off so no one would be confused if he was shot in that area again, to which Sebastian told him to hurry up because he was still on his team. There was a little bathroom building in the clearing, and he dashed over there as quickly as he could to not hold up the team. Once he had gotten inside he put down his paintball rifle and pushed his mask up to his forehead. He cursed his luck that he was picked by the biggest jerk in the squad, then set to business of cleaning himself off.

Except that there was no more mark on his groin. Surprised, he looked all over his camo to see if the mark had gone anywhere, only to find it had disappeared completely. Curious, he stripped off his outer clothing to see if perhaps the paint had soaked completely through the outer layer and into his undergarments. His clothing underneath consisted of thick black neoprene pants and long-sleeves, with grey plastic plates that covered over several areas of his body. When he checked his groin once more he found that the black material down there had become... shinier somehow. His only thought was that the liquid had in-fact soaked through against his cup.

Samuel grabbed some of the paper towel from the dispenser, but as he tried to wipe it off he found it was quite persistent. When the towel failed he tried to scrape it off with his hands, only to have the black goop smear off on his leather fingerless combat gloves. He sighed in frustration, the paint was obviously more troublesome then most types they had used before. Since it had soaked through his clothes he wouldn't have to worry about it since his camo would cover it now, he would just have to bring up the stubbornness of the stain later.

As he reached down to grab his camo pants an electric tingle ran up his arm, which caused him to jerk back in surprise. He looked down once more at his hand to see that the smear of shiny black on his gloves had spread, consuming the entire palm. "What the..." he said in disbelief, as he continued to look at it as it began to overtake the entire glove, until it looked like it was made of black latex rather then leather. The black on his groin had also began to move on it's own as well, his body shivered as it moved between his legs. Despite the curiously good feelings he knew that this wasn't right, but as the blackness penetrated his cup and began to massage him his rational mind became increasingly distracted.

He gripped the sink tightly as what felt like tentacles wrap around his member and began to stroke it, the space in his athletic support became increasingly cramped. Realizing he was in an area where he could be easily seen, he managed to stumble over towards one of the stalls and slam the door behind him. By that time a thick tendril of ooze had moved past his virgin pucker, his back arched as it fluidly passed the ring of muscle and began to push into him. His vision went blurry for a second as it flowed right into his prostrate, which caused him to fall forward onto the toilet tank as his body convulsed in pleasure.

The stimulation seemed to affect the latex as well as him, the black substance began to rapidly spread out from his groin and hand onto the rest of his body. The affected area clung against his skin in an increasingly pleasurable manner, his muscles became far more defined and outlined as it consumed his lycra underarmor. It was cold, but not unpleasantly so as he felt a sort of pressure radiate from his body as his coated hands began to claw at his groin in order to try and relieve some of the strain of his hard cock. Soon his entire body from the neck down was a uniform glossy black, as though someone had painted it on his trim form as the buildup of the pressure in his body, along with the continued stimulation on his cock and anus, drove him crazy with need to release.

Finally he experienced what could only be described as a full-body climax that shattered his mind as the tentacle in him slammed against his prostrate, his hips thrusting forward. His cock exploded outward, from his modest human size to a little less then a foot long and covered in the same shiny black material as jutted outwards. Everywhere muscles clenched and expanded, which turned his already toned form into something that rivaled most bodybuilders as the pressure he felt on his backside tented outwards into a thick, powerful tail. The metal plates that had covered his knees and elbows that seemed to have been spared the latex takeover experienced a transformation of their own, twisting out into spikes as the metal expanded into an armor that covered his upper arms up to his shoulders and outer thighs. Finally his helmet, which had long been forgotten on the top of his head, was dragged down and assimilated by both metal and latex and pushed outward until it resembled something vaguely reptilian as his body continued to convulse.

When his body finally ceased to shake the creature got up and flexed it experimentally, the movement alien in nature as it turned around. There, only a few feet behind him, was Sebastian. He had originally come in to apologize to him and tell him that the teams were all set up, but as he had looked around and found only the camo oversuit he had suddenly heard someone cry out from the restroom stall. Without even thinking he had ripped the stall room open to find someone in an extremely strange lizard outfit with his begrudgingly impressive cock hanging out in some sort of latex sleeve. "No way Samuel, is that you?" He asked with a laugh. "What the hell are you wearing? I heard there were people wearing lizard outfits around spring break, but I never thought it would be you."

For a few seconds nothing happened, Sebastian felt a bit unnerved as he felt the predatory gaze of his former comrade and took a step back. "Hey, you're freaking me out a little, put your pecker in your pants and come with me so we can all make fun of you, ok?" Suddenly his heart skipped a beat as he watched Samuel's claws tear into the metal of the stalls as he approached him, as well as a very real growl that emanated from it. As it approached once more he turned to run, unfortunately it was exactly what the creature wanted to do as it bounced him from behind.

"Get off me freak!" Sebastian shouted as he tried to struggle under the heavy weight on his back. It only succeeded in putting him on his front so he was face to face with the creature as it stared down at him. He quickly realized in horror that whatever it was had him thoroughly pinned, his arms and legs held down by the slabs of muscle that were the creatures legs. It had his gun and held it right up to his face, and he could tell it gloated over the fact it pinned him so easily.

"I have to thank you." The creature said, which caused Sebastian to gasp as he realized it wasn't wearing a mask at all, but that his face was covered with armor that made it look like a helmet. "Here I thought I would have to do my first conversion out in the field, but you've been more then willing to provide me with a host before the fun starts. It's only fair if I return the favor." Before the pinned man could even react he found the barrel of his own gun pushed passed his teeth into his mouth. "Unfortunately there's no time for fun and games if we're going to catch up with the rest of the group..."

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"Man, where in the hell are they?" One of the three men picked to be on Sebastian's squad gripped as they sat in the small shelter that served as the base for their side of the battle. "I know Cole said that he had to apologize for his behavior, but I didn't think he was actually going to do it."

"Who cares, we still have another ten minutes before the battle starts." Another replied as he put on his gloves. "Sebastian never has a plan of action... makes me kind of wish I was on Cole's side for this."

As the three continued to grip none of them saw the two figures loom in the bushes behind them, paintball guns drawn and aimed straight at them. When one of them decided to stand up to see if their leader and remaining team member were coming yet, however, they quickly opened fire. With unyielding accuracy several painballs splattered on the man's chest, which caused him to fall back down in surprise. The other teammates, after the momentary shock had passed, quickly donned their helmets and grabbed their own weapons. It wasn't uncommon for their commanding officer to put a twist in the exercise of this nature, and after a quick check to see if their 'fallen' comrade was ok they set up battle positions on either side of their base.

"I thought we were supposed to be the attacking squad here..." one of them said before he was quickly shushed by his teammate. Both of them were far too preoccupied with their scans of the outside to notice as their third member's body had begun to shudder slightly, a soft moan emanated from his helmet as the black blotches on his camo shrank and eventually disappeared.

"Left area clear!" The man on the left said as he finished his examination of the area. The attack had come so suddenly, granted none of them really paid any attention to their surroundings as they believed they still had plenty of time before the exercise started. It still made him wonder somewhat, at the very least their CO would have informed them that something strange was going to happen, even if he didn't say what. His thoughts on the matter were quickly interrupted as he felt the impact of a paintball... on his rear, quickly followed by two more. He sighed as he thought that Sebastian had finally joined them and once more had decided to turn on his own team for fun, but as he turned to confront the joker he was suddenly forced forward as something pounced on him.

As the soldier on the right cleared his area, he suddenly heard a yelp from right behind him. "What the hell?!" He shouted as he took cover away from the wall opening and looked back to see what the ruckus was. What greeted him was the scene of one of his buddies as he began to hump into his teammate, whose face was a mixture of fear and confusion as he was pinned against the wood floor. "WHAT THE HELL?!!?" He screamed once more and tried to run forward to stop what he could only assume was some sort of rape when something behind him grabbed him by the camo and yanked him backwards.

"Let them have their fun Ethan." He heard a low voice hiss in his ear as he was held tight by a pair of very muscular, latex covered arms. "We have our own party just for you."

Ethan could feel the presence of someone besides his restrainer move around to his left, but all he could manage to do was stare forward as he was forced to watch as the man on the bottom slowly stopped his resistance and wiggled around until he was face to face with his assailant, their helmets pressed together in a mock kiss as the one on top continued to thrust into the other. As their passions quickly grew they stripped off their camo, and Ethan's jaw dropped as he saw that instead of the usual featureless bulges their underarmor sported their genitals were completely out and covered in a shiny black latex. The scene caused his own maleness to grow slightly despite his horror, but before he could watch anything else he was roughly turned to the side by his captor, where he came face to face with a similar appendage.

"You don't know how long I've wanted to do this..." The black latex lizardman said as he slowly lifted Ethan's helmet up, only to the point where his mouth and nose were exposed. Almost immediately the thick scent of maleness and latex hit his nose, and with his eyesight almost completely obscured by the bottom part of his helmet all he could do was feel the slick length brushed against his cheek. While part of him was horrified at what happened to him, there was a growing sense of want... no, need, as he continued to be overwhelmed by the smells of the creature's groin.

"Hey Sebby, I think he likes it." Ethan heard from behind as he felt something throb against the small of his back. In the back of his blurred mind he realized that one of them was possibly their team leader, but none of that mattered to him anymore as he hesitantly opened his mouth under the careful ministrations of the slick fingers on his face. At the same time the two pairs of hands quickly and efficiently took off his camo, their slickness caused electric tingles throughout his body wherever they touched. In his blind state the feeling of touch was intensified a hundredfold, in particular around his groin and in between his legs. As one of the digits ran between his cheeks he felt the material around his hole softened and stretched as it was suddenly pushed inside of him with a loud gasp.

There was nothing left of Ethan's resistance as the two lizardmen sandwiched him between them as he was continuously groped and licked by clawed hands and forked tongues. More than once he attempted to pull his helmet down to see his lovers, but he was quickly grabbed by the wrist and restrained. When he opened his mouth to protest he was quickly silenced by the thick, tapered length that quickly speared its way down into the tip of his throat. It had a strange, rubbery texture to it as he felt it continue to push down his throat, his guess was that it was easily a foot long and made a lewd bulge in his neck as it mysteriously stretched to accommodate it. He didn't have long to make himself accustomed to it as the finger in his virgin hole used the distraction to nudge his own need inside of him.

"Oh yessss..." the lizardman behind him hissed as he felt the latex-coated insides of his comrade squeeze and push against his member as he slid inside and continued to spread the black material upwards. It was absolute bliss, not so much the act itself but the squirming man he held tightly as his body rippled and expanded. Even though it was no longer necessary his lover did a fine job of making sure their prey's mouth was kept occupied as he let out a low grown. To his side the two he had shot before had already finished their transformation into fine lizardmen, with their conversion complete they had locked themselves into a fierce 69 as they tested the length of their new muzzles. As much as they needed to hurry, his Sebby harbored a small secret crush on Ethan ever since he entered the ROTC, and he couldn't say no to his wish to give his conversion a more... personal touch.

Samuel suddenly felt something push against his stomach, with a small grin he realized it was Ethan's new tail that snaked out and wrapped around his waist. He laughed slightly as the new appendage tried to provoke him to thrust even harder, which he was more than willing to oblige. "Oh Samuel, he's perfect! Can we keep him?" Sebastian cooed as he the suction on his member increased; he felt his face push into his crotch as the helmet that had obscured his pet's vision during the whole ordeal melted and contorted into a proper muzzle. The transformation only increased the newly created lizardman's lust, and before the latex finished its spread the three let out a combined chorus of stifled roars of orgasm as they filled their pet with their seed. Their cum was consumed greedily by their newest convert as his own converted seed spilled and blackened the wood beneath them.

"A...amazing..." Samuel panted as he sat back and pulled himself free. "To think that converting others to the master would derive so much pleasure." He quickly grabbed his camo and paintball gun and kicked the two that had continued to enjoy the other's company. "That's enough everyone, lets suit up! We're only half done here."

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The woods were quiet as Cole scanned the ground up in the small wooden platform that served as their 'home base'. His long-time friend Jack was the only one in the blind besides him to cover the opposite side of the woods, with the remaining three in a perimeter position around what he believed to be their attacker's primary route. While the Senior ROTC member would never take the other side for granted, he had known Sebastian for a long time and knew the man wasn't much in the way of plans. Most likely he would get his whole group together and charge down the path of least resistance environmentally, which would put them right into their little ambush.

"Home base to perimeter, any sign of the target yet?" Cole asked over his radio. One by one the three gave their reply that they hadn't seen anyone yet, which made him look down at his watch before he turned to Jack. "They should have been here by now, what do you think could be keeping them?"

"You got me there." Jack replied with a shrug. "I half-expected this whole thing to be over in fifteen minutes so we can get on with our Spring Break. If Sebastian has some stupid idea to make us wait all day I'll wring his neck for postponing our victory celebration at the bar."

Cole was about to laugh when his radio suddenly crackled to life once more, except there was nothing but static on the other end. Slowly he turned the volume up to see if he could hear anything, but even at the highest level all he could hear was what he thought was heavy breathing. It wasn't like anyone in his squad to joke around, but with the communication devices they used it was next to impossible to hold the button accidentally. He was about to ask Jack what he thought when his friend suddenly grabbed him by the shoulder and pointed out towards the bushes.

"Oh my god!" Cole exclaimed as saw one of their men stumble out of the underbrush, his camo shredded in several places as he dragged his gun behind him. "Jack, call the instructor and tell them we have a possible medical emergency. Tell him one of group Alpha was possibly assaulted and that the rest of the group may be in trouble."

As Jack radioed their supervisor for medical assistance, Cole jumped down from their perch and scrambled over to his friend. The man nearly collapsed into his arms as he reached him, though upon his initial inspection it looked like his under armor was completely intact and he didn't see any blood on him. As Cole tried to discern what happened and whether or not he was attacked, all he could get out of him was a low gurgle. He tried to remove the man's helmet to better assess his situation, only to find it disconcertingly fused to the lycra around his neck. When the weight of his friend was too much to keep up he laid him down on the forest floor as carefully as he could.

"Radio's dead!" Jack said as he ran up and joined him. "What's wrong with him?"

"I don't know, I can't make out a thing he's saying and his helmet seems to be fused to him." Cole replied. "It has to be internal or something. If you can't get anyone on the radio you're going to have to run back and... and... what the..." His sentence died off as the body before the two began to twitch and spasm on the floor. At first they thought he was having some sort of seizure, but it quickly took a more sexual connotation as his hips began to thrust up into the air.

"Oh Gods, Cole..." Cole could feel himself turn red as he heard his name moaned out, but what quickly took precedence was that they could see the helmet's 'mouth' as a thick black tongue stuck out of it and licked his lips. His entire body seemed to start to change before their eyes, and as his muscles once more began to convulse their companion suddenly went from lustful to confused and he looked up at them with what they were assumed were his eyes. "Cole, the others... they took them..."

"Took them?" Cole replied, confused.

"Lizard creatures..." The transforming human managed to grunt out as his fingers dug into the dirt, deep furrows gouged in as blackened nails pushed out from his fingertips. "Ambushed the other two, pinned them down. Then they just waited... and soon they started... started... having sex as the black goo... it changed them into lizardmen. I tried to get away... got shot in the back... felt the goo expand since... GAH!" A mixture of pain and pleasure ripped through his body as he clutched his head as the helmet began to push outward. "Run!"

Neither Cole nor Jack needed to be told twice, both of them turned and bolted as the surreal scene continued to unfold behind them, just before they disappeared out of site they saw the new lizard creature began to masturbate furiously against his latex member as he let out a strangled growl. "This is insane!" Jack shouted towards Cole as they continued to flee. "What the hell is going on here Cole?"

"Hell if I know!" Cole replied as they continued to run for a little while longer before finally he stopped him with a hand on his shoulder. "Look, he said something about whatever the hell happened to him had to do with the paintballs and the latex." After a few seconds of both of them thinking, Cole quickly began to strip off his clothing.

"Dude!" Jack exclaimed.

"I'm not taking any chances man." Cole explained as he nearly ripped off his lycra undergarments. "I'm not changing into one of those lizard freaks from a little modesty." Jack sighed at his friend's logic and began to do the same as well, and before long the two stood in the middle of the woods completely naked. They both began to shiver slightly as the cool breeze brushed against their bare skin, and even though they tried to avoid eye contact with each other Cole had to admit that his friend was rather ripped. The years of training had toned his body, which with his olive complexion made him a rather sexy beast...

Cole suddenly shuddered with the realization that he had just checked his friend out like that. He tried to turn away from his friend as quickly as he could to avoid him seeing his semi-hard cock. When he glanced back to see if Jack had noticed, he was surprised to see that he was in the exact same body position as he was. "Dude... you too?" He asked timidly as he covered his genitals and turned back towards him.

"Yeah..." Jack replied, embarrassed. "I don't get this, I've never had anything like this happen to me before."

"Oh, yeah, me neither." Cole lied. While he never would admit it to anyone, he secretly was bisexual and always curious about the feeling of another male. But even with his... urges, he would have never thought to look at anyone in his own unit. "C'mon, we have to keep moving in case those freaks catch up with us."

"Too late." They suddenly heard which caused them both to turn to the side in shock. There, standing on a huge, semi-rotting log, was a nearly eight foot tall, black latex lizard man. It had silver armor plates on his body and head which only vaguely looked like the underarmor that he had only worn an hour before. Underneath the shiny material bulged an impressive set of muscles, compete with eight-pack abs and thick pectorals covered with a silvery breastplate. There was a smile on his face as he idly stroked his nearly foot-long, humanoid member with one hand while the other rested on the trunk of another tree. "Don't stop on my account, you two were doing so well on your own. You can drink in my body all you want later, so go ahead and kiss him, you know you want too. And while you do that, we'll be more than happy to convert you into a far more... erotic form."

Something about the sound of the voice pinged a bit of familiarity, but it was still almost completely drowned out by the pure sultry lust that dripped from it. Out of the corner of his vision Cole could see more lizardmen as they poked their heads out of the bushes with lustful stares and massive erections. He should have been panicked out of his mind, but as he turned back to his friend the only thing he could think of was those lips, and what it would be like to taste them. Their hard cocks brushed against one another and caused his heart to jump slightly as he felt the warm flesh against his own as their bodies began to press against one another. Lewd images began to fill his mind as their two mouths edged closer together, from them kissing to groping, then to the lizardmen as they joined in the fun, and finally to their own lizard bodies as he continued to plough into his lover's tailhole...

"CONTACT!" Someone suddenly shouted from the nearby underbrush, which snapped both still-human boys as they were mere millimeters away from the kiss that would have sealed their fates. The head lizardman looked over at the disturbance in mild annoyance, only to have his armored face twist from shock to revulsion as he pointed towards it and yelled for his minions to fire as the other creatures brought up the weapons around their bodies to shoot. With their focus no longer on each other they were able to watch as several men in what looked like a cross between riot gear and a hazmat suit jumped out and began to fire guns of their own. The scene quickly became a war-zone as bullets began to fly everywhere while creature and militia alike took firing positions.

At first it looked like the lizardmen, who outnumbered their would-be saviors, had the upperhand as they fired massive amounts of the black latex paint at the men, only to be surprised as the material smoked and fizzled before it ever reached them. One of the creatures pointed over to the only man not in the special armor, who had his hands stretched out at them while he chanted something in a strange language. Before long several bullets ripped through the several of the lizardmen's skin, which revealed normal human flesh underneath it before the black latex would engulf it once more. At one point one of them lost their entire tail as it was hit with several rounds, the appendage simply melted off his body as the creatures went into a full retreat. The masked men started to take chase, but the advantage was quickly the more nimble lizardmen as they bounded through the forest.

"I got two uninfected here!" One of the men said, his voice distorted by the mask he wore as he motioned for the others to tend to the two naked men. Before they had a chance to get over the shock of it all they were covered in blankets and ushered out of the area by the same man. As they were moved they saw him talk on his radio, saying 'tell HQ that we encountered a cell of them in the woods in sector H6, once we secure the survivors we will comb the area in case of a potential nest."

"ROTC Cole sir." Cole managed to introduced after he had a chance to get his composure back and the man looked like he was done with his communication. "I don't know what section of military you're from, but thank you. What were those things? What happened to our friends?"

"Sir, we will inform you fully of the situation after we get you to a safe place for debriefing." The mask man replied as the entire group started to move towards the college campus. "But for now let me just say this, a war has broken out, and you were almost drafted to the wrong side my friend."