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As notice is taken to Renzyl's actions, Max and Jim seek to turn the fitness center into something far more suitable to their needs...

Hansen Milford paced uneasily, the dim light from the lantern he had lit earlier casted an almost eerie atmosphere in the large library. He dared not turn on the lights, lest he would attract one of the wandering security personnel and have to explain why the Dean of Students was in the library after midnight. Or worse, something of a far less savory nature saw the light and decided to investigate...

Get a hold of yourself, you're stronger than your fears... he tried to reassure himself mentally. You may be an old man now, but your senses haven't dulled that much that one could sneak up willy-nilly behind you. Just remember your training...

"Hansen." A low voice said behind him, which snapped him out of his reverie and caused him to turn around defensively. There in the shadows was his long time friend, Prof. Albert Brennan, head of the Anthropology and Philosophy Department. He had a rather bemused smile on his face as he took out a small pipe and sprinkled a small amount of tobacco into it. "I see some things never change, you're still as jumpy as the first time we met under these circumstances."

"And you're still the smug bastard that enjoys sneaking up on people, even if they've been friends with you for decades." Hansen replied as he regained his composure. "You better not think of lighting that up in here, even after hours this is still the library."

"I figured we won't be spending long up here anyway, have all the others arrived?" Albert asked, to which Hansen nodded. "I guess that means I will be buying the first round of victory refreshments when this is over... one of the perils of living so far away I guess. Anyway, I'll let you have the honors old top, lead the way."

Hansen grabbed the lantern off the table and walked over to the rather large marble fireplace, both of the gentlemen then removed the bronze grate that separated the ashen remains of past fires with the rest of the room. On the other side of the grate were several symbols inlayed into the bronze, the sign of mystical wards put into place to prevent detection as Hansen moved to the side of the fireplace. There, etched into the marble was the symbol of their Order; a shield embossed with the head of a dragon which had two swords crossed through it, much like the traditional skull and crossbones configuration. He closed his eyes and placed a hand on it, the symbol glowed with a low green light before the stone inside the fireplace shifted and revealed a downward staircase.

The two quickly proceeded down the secret passage; Albert grabbed the grate and slid it back into place with the symbols faced outwards. The stairway wound down considerably, it took them almost two minutes to run down their length before they reached a large bronze door. Hansen felt a pang of ominous familiarity as he looked upon it, in particular the engraved demonic dragon with the words "enter here and be protected ye defenders of the realm, guardians against the demon" scrawled in Latin above it.

"Ah, it's about time." They heard as they pushed the door open and walked inside. The source of the voice came from one of the seven men that sat at a rather ornate wooden table, their faces illuminated by a candelabra that sat purposefully in the middle of the room. The walls that surrounded them were simple stone, but on them were detailed tapestries that depicted ancient battles, as well as weapons and shields. The whole room had a somber medieval feeling to it, like someone ripped out a section of a castle and put it here.

"What is the meaning of this meeting Hansen?" A bigger man said as folded his arms on the table. "We're not supposed to meet until the summer, and to rouse us from our beds at this late hour is quite concerning."

Hansen nodded gravely and sat down in one of the nine chairs while his friend quickly moved and sat down in the final remaining seat. "You are right to be concerned David, for I would not call such a meeting without dire need present." He said. "Gentlemen, I believe one of our old nemeses is trying to regain a foothold in our realm."

"This is indeed serious... " a tall man wearing a light blue bathrobe replied. "But not something to warrant such a response as this, especially from you. Unless, of course, the demonic magic you're sensing happens to be Renzyl."

"It is..." Hansen said with a sigh. This sent the table into a flurry of talking, several members arguing with each other until Hansen's loud bang on the table with his cane caused them all to stop and look at him. "I think we can all agree that sitting around the table bickering is going to help nothing in this situation."

"Are you certain that it's him?" David said. "I realize you have a bit of... personal history concerning this demon, but there could be another that's trying to breach or possess in this area that you're sensing. I don't think he would try to enter into our plane of existence in the same place after only fifty years."

"You weren't there." Albert replied suddenly. "You don't know what Renzyl is capable of; you don't know what he's like or what it's like to have to fight against him. If you want to believe that it's just some low level being trying to flex their stuff, then that's fine, but prepare yourself as if he's going to try and break through again. It's better to be over prepared then completely screwed."

Hansen nodded to Albert, and proceeded to pull out the dragon's head amulet, which still glowed slightly as he put it down on the table. "Alright, it's time to strategize."

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The next morning seemed to come as normally as it always had; at least that's how it was for Jonathon as he took his usual morning walk to the fitness center. Ever since he arrived to the campus as a freshman he had taken up the ritual of doing his work-out as soon as the center opened every day. It was far less crowded then during the rest of the day, and he had too much to do to work out late at night. So for two years now he had hit the gym, and it had become such a routine that he knew exactly what was happening before he entered the gym.

The first thing was a group of basketball players that played a pick-up game every morning, Jonathon could hear their heated shouts and the sounds of their shoes as they squeaked against the hard floor of the gym. He continued to walk through the fitness center, when he reached the pool he found the swim team exactly where they usually were, at the poolside as they did their stretching exercises before they got to their own practice. Finally, as he entered the locker room, he saw the familiar faces of Lance and Ronnie as they suited up in their weightlifting clothes.

"Hey Jon, how's it hangin?" Lance said as he covered his well-toned chest and shoulders with a tight-fitting tank top. He was the linebacker for their sports team and had a body that Jon could only hope to gain as he worked. Probably around 300 pounds of pure muscle, Lance dominated the room with his physique both on and off the field. He also had a chiseled face, nicely tanned skin, and blue eyes, which made him a real ladykiller.

"Oh, it's goin, glad for no classes." Jon replied as he looked over at Ronnie. Ronnie was the smallest of the three, with a more lithe build that was clearly seen through the tight fitting lycra gym shorts and top he sported. Both of them nodded in agreement at his comment, and then proceeded to tell him how their own vacations were going. Jon listened to them as he walked over to the next bank of lockers, and he made sure that they couldn't see him before he started to change into his own clothing. He didn't know why, but he never liked to change in front of them, or really anyone else for that matter, part of the reason he liked the lack of people in the morning.

Just as he finished and they were all about to hit the weight room they saw Max come in through the door they were about to open. "Hey guys, how are you all feeling?" He asked them. He looked to be in a particularly good mood, his face wide with a smile as they all replied that they felt good. "Great! Good to hear. Hey, since I've caught you all, would you mind helping me out with something? I got some new stuff that I need to try out to see if it would be good for the fitness center. If you got some time, I'd like to get your opinions on it." The three guys looked at each other, then they shrugged and nodded, Max's smile seemed to grow even wider as he guided them all past the gym.

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Michael finished the last of his stretches along with the rest of the five man swim team, ready to start up the first of their spring break practices. The whole team had practiced like demons for the last few months, and their times showed just how much progress they had made. Now they finally had a chance to get to the national championships, a feat that hasn't been accomplished by the school for almost two decades. Needless to say this only spurred them on more, the whole team even gave up their spring break plans to continue to swim together.

"Hey guy." A voice suddenly said behind him as they started to move to the practice lanes, which caused him to turn around and see a man in a workmen's outfit that stood behind him. "You're with the swim team, right?" Michael nodded and the man pulled out a clear plastic tube with a dark blue label on it and handed it to him. "Max wanted me to give this to you, some sort of new hydrodynamic gel he wants you to try. Oh, and the chlorinator is broken, so to compensate I turned up the circulation in the pools until I can get it fixed. Tell Max if there are any problems."

Michael looked down at the tube, then back at the mechanic, slightly unnerved at the guy's smile as he waved and left the pool deck. He shrugged it off, and then looked down at the label on the tube. It had some sort of strange blue gel lizard on it, with webbed feet and legs and a frill that went from its head to its tail. 'Renzyl's swim gel, made for the serious swimmer so water doesn't stand a chance!' was in small blue letters underneath the cartoony lizard-creature. He looked over the rest of the bottle and found nothing but a single instruction to spread the gel over the entire body for best results.

"Hey Troy..." Michael said as he walked over to the diving board where the rest of the group now was. One in particular, a tall, brown-haired boy, looked over at him as he walked up to him.

"What's up Mike?" Troy replied.

Michael waved him over, and Troy looked back as the rest of the team dived into the water. "Check this out." He said as he showed him the tube of gel. "I guess Max got some new product that he wanted us to try, supposed to make us swim faster or something."

"I didn't think there was anything that could do that." Troy commented. "Are you sure it's not laced with Speed or something? I don't want to be disqualified or something because I rubbed on some new type of steroids or something."

"Do you honestly think he would give us something that dangerous?" Mike replied incredulously. "C'mon, let's go to the showers and try this stuff out. It'll be fun." As he said it he gave a wink to the other swimmer, who grinned and blushed sheepishly as he nodded in agreement. The two then walked out of the pool area into the showers, where Troy proceeded to pin Mike to the shower wall and give him a deep kiss on the lips.

Mike was the first to break the passionate embrace, his tongue licked against his lip playfully. "God, you know how hard it is to keep myself down with your cute little ass in that speedo?" He said playfully as he grabbed his boyfriend's latex-clad behind. "I'm just glad the water is cold." The other man let out a small gasp of pleasure and surprise as the other swimmer fondled him.

The two had met right there in that locker room; Mike had already been on the swim team for a year when Troy had come for the first time. A first Mike didn't really regard the shy newcomer too much, he was focused on his training and only cared about the others so far as they were teammates. Troy, however, found himself infatuated with him from the second he saw the athletic swimmer took off his speedo in front of him. It took almost five months before he managed to screw up the courage to ask if he wanted to play some video games after practice.

What surprised Troy the most was that Mike made the first move on him. They had just finished a practice after a year of being friends; Troy was usually the last to shower as he preferred not to get soaped up with a bunch of hot, naked men, or, god forbid, if Mike was there. On that particular occasion, however, Mike had stayed late as well and hopped into the communal showers as well at the same time. Troy had felt himself go completely red with blush as he tried to hide himself from him as they talked about what they were doing that night. When Mike stopped talking, Troy waited for a few seconds before he turned around and saw the handsome boy right behind him. He was smiling, and Troy suddenly realized that he had a hand wrapped around his rock hard erection. From that moment forward they were together, as solid teammates in the pool, as best friends to their friends and family, and passionate lovers everywhere else.

"But... but Mike..." Troy managed to stammer as he felt soft lips against his neck and chest. "The... our team... just outside..."

"Awww, fine." Mike replied in mock sadness. "But you owe me one as soon as we get back to the dorms."

Troy smiled and nodded, then looked down at the tube of gel. "So you really think that it's going to work? I've never heard of a gel that can make you swim faster."

"Me neither, but I figure it can't hurt to give it a shot." Mike replied. "So go ahead and lube me up and we'll see how it goes."

"I remember the first time you told me that." Troy joked with a grin. "Sat funny for a week after that." Both of them laughed and Troy grabbed the tube of gel from Mike. He squirted a large amount of the contents into the palm of his hand, which felt like a big blob of hair gel to him as he portioned it out into both his palms before he started to rub it on his love's body. As he rubbed across his smooth, well-defined chest and abs his could feel his cock as it stretched out his speedo, and found his love had a similar problem as he slipped his slick hands inside it. Mike bit his lip to stop his moans as his own hands helped spread the gel from head to toe, his lover didn't miss a single spot as he pressed himself against his slickened skin.

"I feel like a big ball of slime." Mike commented as they finished, idly he ran a finger across his slick cock and felt a shiver of pleasure run through his body. "I'm so horny right now... let's test this quick so I can shower and then ravish you."

Troy chuckled and gave him a quick kiss on the lips, which had an interesting taste of sea salt. "Speaking of, I don't think we should use the main pool." He said. "Unless we want to explain our erections and your slime-covered body. I think the standing pool next door will work for this test."

The standing pool was for such activities as water aerobics and beginner swimming, about a forth as big as the main pool and only three feet at its deepest. While unsuitable for their practice, it would make do for an experiment. Mike took his gel-coated body and quickly jumped into the water, his skin tingled faintly as he was completely immersed in the cold water. Troy sputtered a bit as he was splashed by the cannonball, and then lowered himself in as well.

"Feel anything yet?" Troy asked as Mike came back out of the water and shook the excess off his body.

"Not sure, it tingles a little bit." Mike replied as he ran his fingers over his skin, the gel still there except now more uniform. "And this stuff is still slimy as all hell. Did you bring the watch?" Troy nodded and showed the silver watch he had grabbed from the locker room. "Alright, I'm going to do four laps, which should equal roughly the same distance as one in the regular pool. I'll go on your mark."

Michael took his position against the wall as Troy counted down from three. He could feel his entire body tense as he waited for the signal, ready to go. Once he heard the word 'GO!' he took off like a rocket, his body sliced through the water as he pumped his arms hard towards the next wall. After what only seemed like a few seconds he touched the opposite wall, which almost took him by surprise but luckily managed to recover from. In an instant he was turned around, his entire being started to feel an almost euphoric feeling as he glided from wall to wall. Finally he touched the last wall and looked up at Troy, who stared at him with a dumbfounded look upon his face.

"So... did I beat my time?" He asked, slightly put off by Troy's extremely startled expression. "Troy?"

"You just did sixteen laps." He finally said. "Sixteen laps, and you still managed to beat your time." Mike's mouth became as agape as his lover. Had he really just did four times the distance he was supposed to? How was that even possible?

As Mike continued to ponder the situation Troy came up to him and held one of his hands up. "Mike, look at this... your hands." He said as he held it up to the light. Mike was surprised to see that the goo had formed a film between his fingers, almost like clear webbing. He was slightly disappointed when he saw that, even if he somehow managed to sneak the fact he was covered in goo there was no way he could hide this from the swim judges.

"Well, this would never fly during competition..." Mike said forlornly. "Might be fun for practice once in a while, the stuff apparently works, though for the life of me I don't know why. All I know is I had a blast swimming with it."

"Might make you more streamlined." Troy replied as he grinned and reached down beneath the water. "Though I'm sure that this probably didn't help." Mike gasped slightly as his erection was grasped. As they started to fool around in the water, Mike purred playfully as he realized that he wasn't even wearing his speedo anymore. His grin widened and his hands drifted down to his lover's delicious ass, and then almost lifted him up when he grabbed it hard as his mind began to flood with increasingly sexual thoughts...

Troy meanwhile stood there and stroked his partner's hard, slime-coated cock, a very tiny voice in the back of his mind wondered where Mike's speedo went. With starting speed Mike had suddenly moved behind him, slimy hands moved over his chest and abs and left a thin sheen of slime in their wake. "I want you so badly right now..." a deep, sultry voice whispered in his ear, which sent an excited shiver down his spine. Suddenly he realized his speedo had also disappeared; when he lost it he didn't know or care, just that the warm water felt amazing against his own hard erection.

A pair of strong, slimy arms wrapped around Troy's abs, both of the boys moaned as Mike's chest rubbed against Troy's back. The lust between them was so intense, their bodies slid against each other so sensuously that both didn't see Mike's skin as it turned a blue color. Then his entire body grew translucent as he pushed his gooey, but still rock hard, cock into his lover's tight ass. Troy nearly howled at the pleasure as he was impaled, almost completely bent forward into the water as the slick pole was pushed so far in that his ass was flush against Mike's gooey crotch.

"Oh Mike..." Troy moaned as he was filled completely, his insides stretched out but not painfully so. His ass tingled as he felt the big tool begin to slide in and out of him, the slime made it so easy to pound into him and every time it felt like he was stuffed fuller and fuller with each thrust. His own erection wasn't spared attention either, as his hole was ravaged a slick appendage snaked its way to his cock and began to stroke it in time with the thrusts.

Then, suddenly, everything stopped. The ripples in the water caused by their mating ceased and to Troy it felt like the whole room just grew a few degrees hotter. "Don't tease me like this..." Troy moaned as he tried to thrust back, which grew even more frustrated when he found his entire crotch immobilized. He didn't mind it too much though, the large cock nestled thoroughly in him, though it did feel strangely textured, almost ridged. He heard a strange gargling sound from behind him, followed by some sort of thick, cool gel dropped onto his back. "Mike?"

"Troy..." he heard Mike say behind him, though something seemed off. He tried to turn around, but the strong appendages around his chest held him fast. A brief bit of panic overwhelmed his pleasurable haze and he squirmed, but suddenly several clearish-blue tentacles wrapped around his arms and legs and completely immobilized him. He tried to cry out, but another tentacle quickly wrapped around his neck and shoved itself down his throat, a cool, salty taste filled his mouth as he nearly gagged when the tentacle formed into another ridged cock.

Troy whimpered, both in fear and in sheer pleasure as his body was immobilized and his mouth and ass were stuffed full of gooey tentacle. /Don't be afraid.../ he heard suddenly in his mind, the tendrils in his throat had coated his ears and nose and wormed their way into his skull. /I don't want to hurt you... I love you, you know that. I want us to be together forever, joined as one in a way that we couldn't have even dreamed of. But it's because of that love that I won't force you into this, I'll let you choose./ Troy hesitated, his body shook slightly as he stared into the water. / Please, please say yes. I can't imagine my life without you./

Mike's pleas caused a tear to roll down Troy's cheek, which was quickly absorbed by the almost gel-like mask that covered his face. This was his love, the one he had wanted to be with... after several tense seconds he finally made his choice and nodded. Almost immediately the gel cocks resumed fucking him hard, the tentacles around his body pulled him tightly against his mate's gel-like, yet still strangely scale textured skin. The ones around his arms and legs retreated, his arms flailed as all the mass seemed to shift right to the cocks as they grew and seemed to spread.

If Troy could scream he would have, instead a muffled noise emanated from his mouth as he climaxed hard, a clear gel sprayed out into the water. In turn the gel cocks spasmed and rippled as they blew their load, the same salty liquid flooded his insides. His belly distended visibly as the cocks continued to spurt their liquid, forming plugs to make sure it had nowhere to go but inside his body. Troy could feel a chill wash through his body through the extreme pleasure, a second orgasm washed through his body as his skin literally started to crawl.

Finally the gel cocks stopped, Troy's body bloated and what looked like dozens of tentacles writhed under his skin. He felt no pain though, only pleasure as he managed to look up and see a translucent blue, goo-like aquatic lizard as he stood in front of him. The lizard smiled and looked at him lovingly, his finned tail swished back and forth in anticipation as he leaned in and gave him a kiss on his gel-coated lips.

The kiss from the muzzle of that lizardman seemed to set everything off, tentacles burst out of Troy's orifices and wriggled in the air as the surrounding skin turned a translucent green. Several more tentacles ripped out of his back and chest and wrapped around him, all vestiges of his humanity disappeared under a layer of goo as it reshaped his body into an almost identical lizardman's form as the one that stood before him. As soon as it settled they embraced tightly, the two goo lizardmen became as one for a few short seconds before they pulled apart again.

"Let's go get the rest of the team..." The blue lizardman said with a grin, and they both merged their hands together before they hopped out of the training pool to the showers.

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Meanwhile the rest of the team continued their swim team practice, oblivious to the happenings going on in the other pool. Greg finished his last lap of the set and hopped up on the wall as the other two dived in. As they started their sets he looked up at the clock and frowned slightly as he saw that almost forty-five minutes had pasts.

"Hey guys!" He shouted as the two finished their first two laps and had taken a quick breather. "Did Troy or Mike say where the hell they were going?" The two other guys just shrugged and took their laps again, and Greg just fumed even more. Troy was nothing special, though his improvement was amazing, but Mike was their team captain and the one who was going to help them get to Nationals. But if he thought that he could skip out of practice just to play with his boy toy...

Greg sighed and shook the thought out of his head. He had found out about the two a few months ago when they thought they were alone in the locker room and overheard... things. He didn't care, it almost seemed to help both of them with their times, but he never liked it when team members brought their personal lives to the sport. He shuddered to think what would happen if they ever fought with each other, or even worse if they ever got caught...

He was snapped out of his thoughts when he noticed that the two had stopped their laps and were wading close to each other in the middle of the pool. "Hey, you still have laps guys!" He shouted at them. When they didn't respond he grew concerned and hopped back into the water, almost immediately he got a salty taste in his mouth as splashed his own face. Puzzled, he looked over at the filtration system; it had been on full blast the whole day and there was no chlorine in it, but now salt water?

But there was no time for that; Greg swam over to the two cautiously, in case one or both somehow were having trouble. When he got closer, however, he stopped dead in the water when he saw that the two held each other in their arms and kissed each other ferociously. C'mon! _ He thought to himself. _Really? It was bad enough with two of them!

He started to swim over to them to break them up when he started to feel a bit funny, particularly in his legs, which had been in the cum-contaminated water when he was at the edge of the pool. With every kick it seemed to get easier, and he felt... happier. By the time he got to the two teammates he no longer remembered why he had went there in the first place. It had something to do with them making out... maybe to join them?

That thought alone brought a small jolt of pleasure as his cock started to harden slightly. The other two stopped their kiss; their thicker tongues retreated back into their mouths as their faces pushed out into short muzzles. Greg could feel their newly formed tails rub against his finned feet as he pressed against them, he could feel their erections throb against his stomach as his skin sloughed off, which revealed iridescent blue scales beneath.

The three changing males continued to fondle each other, the two team mates had almost completed their transformation into horny lizardmen while Greg was well on his way. The two nodded to each other and grabbed Greg by the frilled head and legs, one of them guided his new muzzle to suckle on his cockhead while the other pressed his throbbing erection against his tight hole. Greg was so befuddled and eager at this point he reached out with his hand fins and began to suckle on the large, flared cockhead, the blunt ridges on it tickled against his tongue as he ran his tongue over it and enjoyed it's naturally salty taste. The other lizard watched as Greg's spine lengthened out into a beautiful long tail, the tip flared out into a large fin that he pushed aside as he roughly crammed his enlarged member into his squirming teammate.

As the two lizardmen fucked the third in the middle, they too received a surprise as a very slick cock entered into their tailholes. They purred with lust, both of them allowed the two strangers to easily enter their ass, the two goo lizardmen smiled and winked at each other as they broke in two of their teammates. As they continued their orgy they all had a fleeting thought that they'd no longer be able to compete at Nationals... though, as they all grinned to each other, that doesn't mean that they couldn't be at Nationals...