Be Like Dwyn
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Be Like Dwyn
Content Warning:
Clone Transformation
Sexual Intercourse
Latex/Rubber
18+ ONLY
A short story by Autumn Fox/Vulpes Prime
The night was young and Tybalt was amped up. The armadillo lizard's scales and spines were freshly polished, he had his favorite cologne on. Tybalt was even wearing a brand new dark green suit that complimented his brown scales. The lizard had everything going for him and knew the night was his. That is, it would be if he knew anyone at the party well enough to introduce him to new people.
Tybalt's invite came down with a cold just that morning and no one else was available. He was told to go without them but the awkward feeling of attending a party full of mere acquaintances had his scales bristled. Still, his friend had meant to introduce Tybalt to all new work contacts as well as socialize. The lizard switched back and forth from text messages to crowd as he sipped his drink. He started to wonder if it would be a better idea to simply go and enjoy a dance or maybe play games at the entertainment center upstairs. Lost in thought, a gentle tap at his belly made Tybalt jump and nearly spill his punch.
“Hey, you're Tybalt right?" A thick voice spoke down to the lizard from a rather thick raccoon. He was big, at least a foot taller than Tybalt and a good deal wider as well. His iridescent green eyes glowed like lit emeralds in the dark apartment.
“Uh, me? Yeah! I'm Tybalt, and you're uhh…." He stammered somewhat as his gaze slid down the raccoon's figure. His chest was quite pronounced with well shaped pectorals that transitioned pleasantly into the grey raccoon's hefty belly. He was curved like a pear in a way that Tybalt didn't know was possible. The lizard bit his lip and his tongue stuck out when he caught sight of the raccoon's considerable girth.
“…You're naked!" Tybalt eeked out in surprise and his eyes snapped back up to the raccoon's who started laughing wholeheartedly.
“Yeah, it's a clothing optional party and I don't like wearing them. Listen, your friend Autumn texted me and told me to find you. My name is Dwyn." The raccoon kept one paw on his hip and extended the other for Tybalt to shake. The lizard's embarrassment was emitted as heat but he still took hold of the procynid's paw and gave it a firm shake.
“I couldn't imagine going to a party without anything on, I guess?" Tybalt said with a nervous chuckle. He tried to seem cool and collected, as though he knew this was that kind of party. He found it admirable as well, to be so sure of one's self that you could walk into a party with nothing but yourself on display.
“Well when you're a masterpiece like me you gotta share it with the world, right?" Dwyn said with a playful flex, showing off how developed his bicep was despite his chubby frame. Tybalt had heard about the raccoon from his friend Autumn and knew that he had some kind of gene mods to make him smarter and stronger, though he didn't know the specifics. He couldn't deny his attraction to Dwyn but couldn't find his words either.
Despite the lizard's general clumsiness, Dwyn could read his body language clearly and he liked what he saw. He could tell the lizard was smitten, more rather he could tell Tybalt wasn't just aching for him but looking up to him. A grin crossed the raccoon's lips and he took one step closer to Tybalt, pressing the raccoon's fluffy gut against the lizard's belly scales. Tybalt lost all ability to speak but Dwyn could speak for them both.
“I can see it all written on your face, Tybie. You're not just into me, are you? I wanna hear you say it, cutie." He said as he gently pressed a thumb into the lizard's mouth and tugged at his lip then let it go. Tybalt stammered for a moment but found his composure, trying not to let the heat and pressure of the raccoon's stomach get to him.
“Well, you're right…" He almost trailed off but took a deep breath. “I just wish I could be a bit more like you."
Those words were like music to Dwyn, an egoist with a self love grander than most in the city. He put his arms around Tybalt's shoulders and peered down at the lizard, starting to see him more like a canvas than a potential new friend. Tybalt in turn felt small and excited peering up into the raccoon's emerald eyes.
“Come with me, I know a more private place." Dwyn said as he gripped Tybalt around the shoulders and swept him through the crowd, up the stairs, and into one of the apartment's bedrooms. By now, Tybalt felt like things were moving a bit too fast but couldn't find it in himself to draw away from the situation. It was hot to be carried off, Dwyn was strong and knew what he wanted, and Tybalt couldn't deny the excitement of being what he wanted.
The raccoon sealed the door to the bedroom and told Tybalt to make himself comfortable, so the lizard sat on the bed while Dwyn stepped off to the side. He wondered if he should take off his shirt, or if he should wait for some kind of input. The sound of the room's fabricator pulled him from his contemplation though and he turned to look at the raccoon.
Dwyn's tail swayed behind him, giving a good view of his rear end before he turned about and presented a shining mask to Tybalt. It was the spitting image of Dwyn in rubber, a slight smug grin that echoed the raccoon's own. The mask's luster was unnatural, it glinted even in the low light of the bedroom. Tybalt's pants were tented as Dwyn stepped slowly toward the lizard, the raccoon's shaft swayed slightly in the motion.
“Time to find out just how badly you wanna be a 'bit' like me, Tybie. Just say no and we'll quit right now, do something… Vanilla. Sit your pretty rear right there though and I'll make it magnificent." Dwyn said to which Tybalt could return only a slight gasp as the mask's inward face turned toward him and the thick rubber was pressed against his snout.
The mask melted onto Tybalt's face like hot wax, oozing into the gaps between his plate-like scales. Dwyn twisted and smeared the nanite slime into the lizard's face with an eager force, making Tybalt squirm and lean back down into the bed. The heat wasn't painful, instead it made the lizard's whole body tingle with unrelenting pleasure that only ramped up by the second. The raccoon's hand pressed so hard onto Tybalt's mouth that he thought it would do damage, but instead the flat wide snout folded inward like wet clay. It was like Dwyn was forcing his face onto Tybalt's, smearing away the lizard's visage and replacing it with his own.
The goop clung to Tybalt and crept around his jawline, around the back of his neck, up his forehead and squeezed hard to reshape his mass. He could feel it push and knead under his scales, softening them away and adding them to the cluster of nanites. When Dwyn's paw pulled away from Tybalt's face, the mask was filling his mouth and realigning teeth, jaw, bone, seamlessly and painlessly to resemble the raccoon. He stepped away from Tybalt and came back with a stand up mirror that he placed in front of the bed.
Starting to huff and pant, Tybalt propped himself up on his elbows to witness himself in the reflection. He tugged at his cheek with his index finger and watched it stretch, amazed at how quickly the mask did its work on his face. Slit nostrils were replaced with a big raccoon nose, scaly lips replaced with muzzle flew, pink gums changed to the shiny black of Dwyn's stretchy maw.
“H-holy fuck!" 'Tybalt' groaned out in Dwyn's voice, which only made him more excited, more aroused. He watched the transformative fluid flow over his torso, erasing his scales and replacing them with shiny gray flesh.
Dwyn took the image away however, setting the mirror aside before he turned about and gave his rump a pat. 'Tybalt' slid off the bed and onto his feet even as the nanite cluster worked its way down his belly, slowly working at increasing the mass. 'Tybalt' found it easy to tug his pants off, not wanting to waste the time to let the nanites dissolve them away. His shaft bounced as he stepped toward Dwyn, the hardest he'd been in his life.
Whereas Tybalt would have hesitated before, now the former lizard found himself not just wanting to put his hands on Dwyn's hips, but felt like he needed to get his paws on the raccoon. He brushed his paws up and down Dwyn's sides, gripping with his new padded fingers the raccoon's soft hips and thighs. He huffed with a bit of a trill as he slid his paws around to Dwyn's belly.
“I'm so sensitive, even feeling over you is getting me going…" 'Tybalt' said. He pressed his growing gut into his double's back, and Dwyn returned the gesture by grinding his rear against 'Tybalt's groin. He couldn't believe how utterly horny he was, the immensity of his desire only growing and growing. He felt more confident as well, he knew what he could do and what he could get away with. Not only that, he felt like he deserved this moment.
“You wanna see sensitive? Just wait till you get that thing inside me." Dwyn said, then turned about and gave 'Tybalt's shaft a teasing grip. The shiny raccoon's tongue lolled out, his breath hot as he slid his paws up Dwyn's stomach and onto his soft chest. The two pressed together for a few moments, exchanging a deep kiss that felt mutually expert, they both knew exactly what they wanted from each other.
Every brush of fur and tease of pressure reverberated with sensitive pleasure. Dwyn knew exactly where to touch his double to make him squirm and moan, to show him just where they liked being groped and teased the most. 'Tybalt' was being driven to the edge, his cock twitching and throbbing against Dwyn's thigh which he squirmed against.
“Don't worry, I know just how to take care of that." Dwyn said as he broke the kiss, he gave a teasing squeeze to 'Tybalt's throbbing member and then took a few steps back.
Dwyn slipped down onto the floor and spread his legs, giving his transforming clone a good view of his shiny black pucker. With his chest on the floor and his tail raised, 'Tybalt' nearly started to drool at the wordless proposition. He was starting to understand that this is what life was about, especially as the nanites worked their way deep into his brain and worked through all the former lizard's thoughts. There wasn't an inch of him that wouldn't be Dwyn by the time they were finished.
“Hell yeah…" He reveled in how his voice reverberated through his chest, as he dropped to his knees and put himself into position. Now more raccoon than lizard, 'Tybalt' mounted Dwyn who groaned pleasantly, adjusting to help get his partner's tip lined up. 'Tybalt' found the raccoon's flesh slick, soft, yet rubber-like and whined at the thought that his was becoming the same. He tried to stifle his moan as he pressed into Dwyn's hot ring but it released with a sharp gasp, it was everything he wanted it to be and more.
While 'Tybalt' drove himself into Dwyn, the mass of nanites twisted and oozed down his tail, working through scales and repurposing them into a fluffier structure. All of the mass was melded down and converted from a thick appendage into a thin extension of the spine with a great deal of darkly ringed fluff. In contrast to the original Dwyn's body, the new raccoon's tail was shinier and the hairs somewhat thicker, creating an odd fusion of rubber and fur.
At the same time, the hot goop squeezed around 'Tybalts' hips and worked to align them to Dwyn's curve. Nanites slid around his groin and squeezed his shaft, making 'Tybalt' feel like each thrust brought him closer and closer to Dwyn's likeness. He looked down at the raccoon's rump and watched his growing cock pump in and out. The way his pink flesh darkened into the slick shiny coal-black of Dwyn's rod made the raccoon shudder and throb, driving his thrusts harder and harder.
“We're so fucking hot!" 'Tybalt' found himself groaning, making the other raccoon grin and moan with delight. The shinier version of himself felt the mass press into his hole. He loved that he was being changed inside and out. He arched his body over the original Dwyn, wrapping his arms around his waist, beginning to rut more like an animal. The nanites drooled down his legs, using extra mass from the tail to thicken thighs, strengthen legs.
By the time the nanites worked around his ankles and over his feet, the rubber Dwyn was pressed down to the hilt in his original's ass. He huffed out happily, his hefty balls pumping pint after pint into the original's insides. As the Dwyn-gunk spread between the rubber raccoon's toes and molded his reptilian claws into mammalian paws, the pair of raccoons simply enjoyed their mutual presence. Dwyn was happy to get his cock into a warm, tight hole at the same time as getting pumped with his own seed. In the end, he always was full of himself.