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A trip to the "ol' swimmin' hole" was such a tradition in country neighborhoods that it could almost be called a rite of passage, and for many who grew up in the country, it was a hobby that they simply couldn't grow out of.

It was innocent fun, at worst, and it was one of the best ways that someone could cool off when the sun was beating down on their necks with all of the heat and intensity of a running furnace.

"Last one in is a rotten egg!" Tom yelled back at his lagging friend, acting every bit as immature as one might be expected to at a swimming hole. It was a place that always felt entirely safe to him, and one that he was happy to come back to whenever he had the chance.

His friend, Jeff, wasn't quite as fast, but he was running down across the dirt path and heading for the swimming hole as quickly as he could. Running on bare feet, he was nearly hopping across the path, as the dirt was scorched by the summer sun, and in turn, the soles of his feet were set ablaze each time that they touched the ground.

"That's h-hardly fair!" Jeff called out, huffing and puffing as he chased after Tom, not wanting to lose a competition with his close friend. "You know that y-you're faster than I am!"

It really wasn't a fair contest, but Tom wasn't the least bit worried about that. Fairness was far and away from his thoughts as he jumped off of both feet and leapt up into the air, grabbing a tire swing that was hanging from a branch in the process. Instead, he was focused on his style points as he flew through the air and his backside broke through the shining, glassy surface of the water.

Water kicked up into the air and caught onto the breeze behind the sound of a deafening SPLASH, and Jeff winced his eyes shut as beads of aqua splashed across his face and his shirt. He didn't even have a chance to pry it off before Tom was making a proper mess of the place.

"All I hear is a bunch of complaints from a sore loser," Tom finally responded, as he came up from under the water and wiped the long, errant and matted locks of raven from in front of his eyes. "The sooner you stop complaining about your loss and get in the water, the sooner you can forget about how much faster I am than you!"

It wasn't the best offer that Tom could have given, but Jeff knew it was the best one that he was going to get, so he shrugged, pulled his t-shirt up and over his head and left it on the dusty, muddy shore before he entered a bit more casually than Tom, opting to dip a foot in the water and get a feel for the temperature before he took a few more cautionary, delicate steps into the pond. The surface just at the edge of the shore was almost alarmingly slimy, but just a few steps past that was nothing more than dirt and sand, and the water was so clear that Jeff could see all the way to the bottom and follow his own steps.

Just because the water was clear, however, didn't mean that it was safe.

"At least the water's pleasant," Jeff shot back, rolling his eyes at Tom's competitive nature, but offering a quick smirk to show that he wasn't deeply bothered. "Sure seems to be better company than you are."

"The water doesn't really have a choice, and it can't hear all of your whining!" Tom explained, as redundant as it was to do so. "Sure does feel nice, though. I don't even mind the sun in water like this!"

"It is pretty refreshing," Jeff admitted, smiling kindly at the thought before he dove fully into the water, letting it rush through his hair and coat the whole of his body before he emerged. "Feels really great on my skin, too! It's almost a little too cool for me."

"Nah, it's perfect," Tom argued, finding the water just to his liking. He waded around in the middle of the rather small pond and relaxed, letting out a sigh of content and watching closely, just in case Jeff decided on a surprise splash attack. "I could honestly spend the rest of the day in here, if I didn't have anything else to do."

"You have other things to do?"

"...Good point...besides, this water is really soothing. I dunno why, but I feel like I could sit in here for hours. Hell, I think I could fall asleep in it-

"Except that you'd drown," Jeff cut Tom off, chuckling quietly at the thought, dark as it might have been. "Though, you are right. This water is a little too comfortable. It doesn't really feel natural..."

"Maybe it's one of those rare springs that's pretty much untouched by humans," Tom theorized, as he ran a hand through it. Even in the middle of the pond, he could see right down to the bottom, watching as tiny swirls of sand kicked up through his toes. "Could be why it looks so clean."

"Yeah. Maybe..." Jeff replied, not looking quite as sure of the thought as he waded closer to the middle.

The truth was much closer to what Jeff believed, unfortunately for the pair. The water was almost entirely unnatural, and the comfort that it offered was only a veneer over the terrible truth that it hid: one that Tom couldn't ignore, when he noticed that the water wasn't wicking away from his hand as he pulled it up over the surface.

"Huh. This water is really wet," Tom mentioned, giving a quick tilt of the head as he watched the small drops of what he still thought was water sitting upon his palms. It should have beaded back down into the pond, or at least fallen off of his skin, but it actually appeared to seep right into his flesh, prompting Tom to widen his eyes in shock. "And...aggressive..."

"How the hell is water supposed to be aggressive?"

"Jeff, look at your skin!"

"Yeah, it's naked," Jeff commented, letting out a sarcastic chuckle as he did. "And it's still there, all pale and wet."

Tom grunted in frustration and leaned over, gripping Jeff by the wrist and holding his palm up in the sunlight. " Look! Notice anything kinda weird about this water, now?"

It took Jeff a moment to notice what Tom had already figured out. Sure enough, the water wasn't vaporizing or drying up whatsoever. The only direction the beads moved was inward, prompting Jeff to shake his hands out rapidly, as he immediately spun into a panic.

"G-get this stuff offa me!" he shouted, flicking his hands out wildly, as if they were covered in deadly spiders. "Ewwww, that's gross...that's so gross! I can feel it going into my skin! Wh-what the hell is this?!"

Tom would have loved to calm his friend, but he didn't have any of the answers that Jeff was looking for, and he was having trouble resisting panic as it was. He didn't know how to describe the terrible feeling that was taking over his body, as he felt the mysterious liquid penetrating every pore on his skin. It wasn't like taking a needle, but it wasn't unlike it, either, as he felt a tingling sensation under his epidermis that stopped just short of burning.

Whatever the pair had gotten into, there was no way for them to escape it any longer, even if they were to runt to the shore, which was just what Jeff started to do.

"I thought you'd done your research on this pond!" Jeff yelled out, as the water splashed about furiously from his pace. His legs churned up small waves and shook the otherwise glassy surface of the pond into a froth as he clamored out onto the shoreline, but it was far too late to stop what had already started, and he knew that it couldn't be a good thing when he felt something crawling around on his muscles. "Is there some kind of a chemical facility dumping into it?"

"There's no pipes around here for miles!" Tom insisted, and though he wasn't entirely sure of that, he knew that there weren't any pipes leading into the pond. There was only the waters that became entirely still again within seconds, something that should have taken minutes for ordinary water to achieve. "And this is some of the cleanest water I've ever seen!"

Jeff tried not to fall into an all-out panic attack as his skin began to literally crawl, and the tiny hairs that stuck out on his arm actually shrunk back into his flesh. "I...I don't think that's water, Tom. I dunno what it is, but it sure as hell isn't water!" he suggested, and almost immediately, his skin began to discolor. Jeff prayed that it was just some kind of an allergic reaction to something in the liquid, but it was far worse than he could have guessed, as ridges started to imprint themselves on his arms.

Tom had the complete opposite reaction, as the hairs upon his arms began to thicken and spread, until he could only scarcely see the flesh underneath. It was more like fur than hair as it began to move across his body, scaling up the sides of his arms and moving to his shoulders. He was suddenly glad that they picked such a remote setting away from civilization to go for a swim, as he couldn't begin to fathom what was going to come next.

"O...ow...my back! Something's wrong with my back!" Tom complained, as he tried to reach around and rub the base of his spine. There was a strange feeling radiating from it, something that Tom could only define as pain, and yet, it wasn't that unpleasant. It was uncomfortably enjoyable as the sensation spread to rest just above Tom's tailbone, and odd as it was, he could almost feel his shorts giving way to something. "Jeff, c-can you see anything?"

Concerned for himself and for his friend, Jeff stepped right over to Tom, just in time to watch as something long, heavy and thick burst through the back of Tom's swimsuit, spraying tatters of fabric into the air with a loud, telltale Riiiiiiiiip! A tail, fit in perfect proportion for Tom's body type, burst through the seams of his trunks and ripped the backside of them apart, emerging from the flesh of his body in an unnatural, and yet, all too satisfying burst.

Jeff was nearly paralyzed with fear as he watched the display, so much so that he didn't have the awareness to stop the newly grown tail from whapping him in the side. "Jeez, Tom! Get a hold of that thing!"

"What thing?!" Tom asked, panic fresh in his voice as he looked back over his shoulder and watched his newborn tail swishing about slowly, thick and heavy with vitality. The fur upon his shoulders began to crawl down his back and move toward the new appendage as the rest of his body tried to catch up, from the small bulge on the front of his face, to the claws that were starting to grow out and over his old, stubbly fingernails. "Oh...oh my gosh...J-Jeff, what's sticking out of me?!"

Jeff couldn't collect his thoughts in time to orchestrate them. He could only fall forward and groan in mild discomfort as something heavy settled on the base of his lower back, and within moments, a small bulb of flesh pressed against his own swim trunks, until a thick growth burst right through the thin fabric of his shorts and completely destroyed the back end of them. Jeff felt the remains of his tattered clothing falling away from his body and leaving him entirely nude as the scaled pattern spread further across his skin, and tried to encapsulate the tail that had grown away from tailbone. It was so thick and heavy that it came to settle against the well-pressed sand of the shoreline, sitting there and looking surprisingly natural compared to the rest of his body.

Tom couldn't hope to help Jeff at that point, and he accepted it as he watched small ridges popping up and filling in the scales on Jeff's body. "So rough and jagged...you look like a dinosaur or something!" He called out, trying to describe the rows of mountainous ridges that trailed down over Jeff's back. Though that wasn't far from the truth, it wasn't quite right; Jeff was turning into a more modern creature, and the growth of his jaws, out and away from his body made it very clear what he was going to be.

As for Tom, he could feel an incredible strength growing in his thighs, even as they thinned out and shifted downward. His legs were so tense that he felt the muscles within might snap and explode from his skin, but they stayed tightly in place. There was such an energy to them that Tom was half tempted to try jumping up and grabbing a tree branch, even if he couldn't explain his desire to do so. He was no longer fully human, so that logic no longer mattered, as Tom hunched over slightly and watched as the fur took the rest of his body, all while his bones shifted around, elongating his feet and forcing his cheeks into a long, thin muzzle.

Two animals that no one was likely to see in the North American countryside, a kangaroo and a gator, were now standing in place, looking completely shocked as the last little details of their hold, human bodies were completely erased. Even down to the most private parts of their anatomy, Tom and Jeff were nothing more than a memory, at least, as humans.

"This...this feels awesome!" Tom exclaimed, as he gave a couple of quick bounces on his new legs. The wide footpaws underneath them had an incredible sense of balance, and beyond that, there was such a power in his tail that he felt like he could take on the world. "It's incredible...this much energy is intoxicating!"

Jeff didn't have quite the same gusto about him, but the animal he'd been changed into was more prone to quick, powerful bursts of energy, rather than a long, drawn out endurance race. "Heh...all I can think about is taking a nap," he admitted, though he couldn't take his eyes off of Tom. The look wasn't predatory, at least, not in a usual sense. Their clothes had been completely shredded by the powerful, energetic bursts of their tails, and in his new, blended form that was somewhere between human and kangaroo, Jeff couldn't deny feeling a kind of attraction to him that was difficult to explain.

After what had just happened, however, he wasn't going to question it, and certainly didn't have the care to fight it.

"You sure about that? I'm getting a much different vibe off of you than that," Tom said, as if his senses were heightened by the transformation. No doubt, there was a new, animalistic kind of emotion in Jeff's eyes, one that Tom could easily see in his own, new body, and much to Jeff's delight, Tom didn't seem to mind it one bit. "Looks to me like you want to investigate this new body of mine a little bit..."

"It's kinda hypnotizing," Jeff was quick to admit. "The fur on your tail just looks so smooth," he continued, as he stayed down on all fours, despite having the ability to stand. He crawled right over to Tom and lifted up a paw, allowing the scaled palms of his new appendages to stroke gently along the underside of Tom's tail, causing it to jump just slightly in its sensitivity. "And it is...little bit jumpy though, are we?"

Tom felt his new, elongated muzzle turning up into what could only be an uneasy grin as sharp, deadly, and yet, gentle claws tickled further down the underside of the thick, muscular tail, working toward something a bit more forbidden to touch. "I...y-yeah, I guess I am. It's so ticklish, it feels so good..."

"Hmm...then I guess I won't stop," Jeff offered, as his paw came to rub gently up against the tailhole that rested underneath. The gator immediately felt the pucker squeezing tight against the ridges of his paw, but with a more gentle touch, he was able to coax it into relaxing a little bit, all while his spare paw rubbed playfully at the length behind it. "Unless, of course, you wanted me to?"

"N-no, not at all!" Tom replied hurriedly, feeling a bit too shy to articulate just how amazing the subtle touch felt, but enjoying it too much to let it end. "Did you...did you want a similar treatment?"

"If you're up for it."

It was a quick, blunt response, but the next time Tom looked down, he could see a full, heaping serving of gator tail waiting for him, sitting just below the wide, open orifice of Jeff's backdoor, and the thick, bulging flesh of his member sitting just above that. It was an eyeful, to be sure, and Tom knew that it would take him a moment to appreciate all of it, visually...so much that it was unconscious when he leaned down and slurped his tongue right over the open flesh of Jeff's tail and swirled it delicately around the pucker of his anus.

A stranger pair would be hard to kind, as the kangaroo put his tongue to good use, licking a small trail up to the underside of Jeff's sack, tasting the delightful musk that sat there, before he slipped back down and licked along the wider, thicker scales of Jeff's tail. Tom hugged around it and kept it close as his tongue went to work, but his technique was faltering slightly as he felt Jeff gripping the base of his own transformed cock and stroking it lightly, all in time with the subtle strokes against the underside of his tail. It was too dangerous for Jeff to penetrate Tom with his claws, but his tongue made an excellent substitute, as the surprisingly wide and slippery appendage slathered a fresh coating of saliva right over Tom's tight, squeezing hole and soaked it.

Neither one of the pair thought that they could stand the treatment much longer. Whatever was in the supposed water, it had changed them into a pair of bodies that were used to brutal, quick sessions when it came to sex, and the sensitivity of their new organs was something that they hadn't accounted for.

"J-Jeff...damn, I...I think I'm gonna cum already!"

That's a load off of my mind, Jeff thought, as he no longer worried about lasting too long to impress Tom. He simply let his body do the talking, as a sudden, thick spray of hot, reptilian cum streaked across Tom's cheek and neck, without giving the kangaroo proper warning to open his muzzle. He caught the second burst of the load with a moan of delight as he returned the favor, clenching his inner muscles tight around Jeff's invading tongue as his body reached a powerful climax. His cock, tapered at the tip, erupted and sprayed a full, healthy helping of seed across the soft, cream underbelly of Jeff's scales, coating his new flesh in a surprisingly large amount of the sticky mess.

"F-fuck...fuckin' cumming..." Jeff groaned, all too late for Tom, who was already lapping the excess drops of the stuff away from Jeff's still throbbing member. "D-damn, Tom! Little bit...little bit pent up, were we?" he asked, still panting from the intensity of his own orgasm as he pulled his tongue free.

Tom was only panting a little bit, as the energetic new form he took was ready to go again, almost instantly. "G-guess it's been a little while," he agreed, trembling ever so slightly as his legs decided to give him a break, and he slumped down into the puddle of his own mess, sticking himself to Jeff.

"But hey...at least we have a nice, clean pond to go wash ourselves off in, right?"