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Teryx sat casually nude on his flat's sofa, relaxing and going through his mail. Bill. Bill. Useless pile of adverts and largely irrelevant coupons. Invitation to test mane care products -- ooh, now that could be worth looking at later -- more coupons, and...

A blush-red greeting card envelope? Addressed to him in oddly familiar handwriting?

...No, not familiar. Identical. Only one person he knew could pen such a handsomely fancy "T." Look at that swish in the calligraphy!

Then his eyes narrowed.

"Wait a minute, this is... someone forging my handwriting?"

As flattering as it was, in one sense, to imagine someone being infatuated enough with him to assume his identity, there were also some practical and too-real concerns when it came to things like copying his handwriting in particular. His perfect swish was very serious business when it was signed to a document on his behalf!

He slit the envelope with a claw and withdrew the card inside. Completely ordinary front. Blah-blah, "Happy Valentine's Day!" -- yes, yes, of course.

He unfolded to the interior in hopes of getting a clue as to who sent it. In a sense, he was not disappointed.

The interior text, written in an oddly bright pink ink upon an off-white background, read as follows:

In the mirror, year to year Your biggest fan, always here

Watching you, through your eyes Lusting hot, for you are I.

Now it burns, the need to play Me and my, our special day

Brought forth now in magic's rhyme Won't I be my Valentine?

The handwriting was entirely his own, no doubt about it... but there was no more time to dwell on the point, because by the time he finished reading it the writing was flashing white and causing a bizarre grayish cloud to form above the surface of the card.

Teryx tossed the card to the floor, not entirely convinced that it wasn't going to explode. To the contrary, however, the flashing text faded, leaving the card entirely blank.

And a suspiciously large cloud in his room. First spreading out around him... and then coalescing, condensing, into a shape.

A flash like lightning forced him to shut his eyes. When he opened them an instant later, the cloud was gone, and in its place was... himself. Equally naked, and looking... smug. Slight upturn at the corners of the mouth... forward leaning head and neck, straight spine with a faintly predatory flexing of the thighs and bend of the knees. Tail swaying at him, just a little... slow swishes from side to side. Even the mane was... just disheveled enough. As if it had been perfect, but had since been roughed up by some vigorous kissing and nibbling.

Teryx stood, for just a moment, in awe. A heat was running down between his legs, and judging by the reaction in his counterpart, the attraction was mutual.

"Hey handsome," the other Teryx said.

"Heh. Hey yourself." Teryx parted his mouth in a grin.

The two began slowly circling one another, in perfect unison. The living room floor as their arena. Soft, plush carpet under their feet.

Every detail. So perfectly rendered. It could well be him.

Which meant... he needed to be extra careful. If it had the same looks at him, and the same mannerisms, it might have the same urges, too.

"I'm Teryx," it said to him. "Pleased to meet you."

"What a coincidence, I'm Teryx too." He licked his chops. "Guess you could say, the pleasure's all mine."

"Indeed~" The doppelganger made the same licking motion.

"So, you real?"

"In the flesh. Why not touch and see? Heh. If you can."

The doppelganger dropped into a playfully combative stance, and so did Teryx.

"Lemme guess. You think you'll get to top me," said Teryx.

"It's good that you know how this will go," said the doppelganger. "Makes it much easier."

"Hah. Try me."

"We wouldn't have it any other way."

The two lunged together grabbing at one another's wrists and trying in comically similar fashions to sink their teeth into one another. There was no intent to harm from either side... merely a raw, unbridled draconic lust.

"Gimme some of that mane," said Teryx before snapping at his counterpart's gorgeous golden locks -- though he only caught air.

"No touchy the mane," said the doppelganger after dodging, and then managed to whip around along Teryx's waist and sweep his legs out from under him.

"Ngh!"

"Falling for yourself as usual," the doppelganger teased, before looming above him in a half-squat to show off his plumping erection. "Why not give in now, and let your own beautiful cock inside you?"

Teryx jerked his feet backward and forced himself upright. His leg training was paying off; his calves and thighs didn't even ache from the motion.

"No way!"

"Then I will break you!"

Both of their shafts were only getting harder as they continued to spar and nip. At various points it was hard to say whether they were even still sparring or if it was devolving into pure foreplay -- there were only so many ways a dragon could rake his teeth or claws along another's body before such questions of intent were unavoidable. Then there was the pause for the prolonged kissing, and the indulgent mutual hand-stroking of their shafts... but a turning point came after Teryx abruptly pulled away in surprise from some under-neck licking he was giving to his copy.

"Wait, wait!" said Teryx. "Your mane is damaged."

"What!?" the doppelganger asked in shock. "Where!?" He grabbed at it anxiously with both hands and looked around frantically for a mirror.

"Right..." Teryx started saying, while pointing, as if he were going to conclude with the word, "...there."

Instead, however, Teryx shifted his pointing hand into an open palm at the last moment, and in a swift motion, grappled "himself" solidly from behind. From there, it only took a little more manhandling to put the doppelganger right where he wanted it.

WHOOMP.

...Which, in this case, was facedown on the carpet with his rump up and his tailhole in easy range of the original's fully erect cock.

"You forget," said Teryx with a smirk, "no one does a better job of domming me... than me!"

"Is that so~? Why don't ya prove it, you dainty slut?"

Teryx pressed the impersonator's face into the carpet and chuckled. "Just like me. I love it. Bet you'll stay rock hard under me."

"...Why don't you put it in me and see if you can guess. Don't forget: original doesn't always mean better."

"Oh I know... but in this case..."

"Nghrrr!!" The doppelganger growled as Teryx's length speared into him.

Struggling resumed, but it was half-hearted. Ordinarily Teryx might fight harder, but both of them must surely know the truth of the current matter: that once Teryx's own dick was inside himself, there was no going back. He loved his dick -- adored his own dick -- cherished its every ridged contour, every thick inch. It was perfect for him, which meant it was the perfect tool for the job of satisfying this clone and shutting him up.

"Mhh, self-absorbed, chronically prideful..." the doppelganger grunted.

"Keep speaking my language, bitch~" Teryx cooed as his precum moistened the gradually submitting hole. His copy was even starting to milk at him properly now.

"Yes, Teryx... you're the better Teryx. I admit it."

"I doubt your sincerity. Moan for me."

"Nhyaa... don't embarrass me, Better Teryx... you know how sensitive I secretly am."

The penetrating cock was throbbing uncontrollably. It was too much. The flattery. The panting. The feel of his own sleek body in his hands as he bucked against it. Those blue scales. That foreplay-swept mane.

"Nghrrr... rrrr..."

Teryx slammed in to the hilt.

"You're the better Teryx," the doppelganger assured, "and the most handsome dragon."

Orgasm overtook him. With a satisfied roar he shot his load into himself. Lovely, sculpted, perfectly shaped ass of his... how could he resist that? His shaft jerked and spurted as hard as it ever had, saluting the submission of his paradoxically inferior equal.

"Ahhh, yeah... know your place, 'Teryx,'" he moaned to himself.

Then there was another flash. His eyes were already closed, so he only noticed it to the degree that it managed to get under the bottom of his eyelids.

Then, rather inexplicably... he was on the floor. Still hard. On his hands and knees. With his rear feeling stretched out, and full of warm, moist goodness. His goodness.

Teryx opened his eyes and looked around, rising to a squat as he searched for his copy.

Nothing. Only the card lay nearby, the handwritten words entirely gone from it.

For some reason, Teryx now vaguely remembered sending the card to himself... but the details were fuzzy.

Throb... throb...

Teryx looked down at his needy cock, watching the precum that was forming on its tip. It occurred to him that he felt elated as if he had recently orgasmed... yet he felt no tiredness, and no true afterglow.

Because he hadn't. Or rather, he had, but into himself, or...

Panting a bit, a thought occurred to him.

No reason to question it too much.

No reason to waste the moment.

Quickly, he went and got the dildo that he had commissioned some time ago in his cock's own image. His favorite toy. Without missing a beat, he slipped away to the bedroom and went down on it, with the slick dragon cum in his rear serving as the lube.

He began stroking his swollen length luxuriously as he rode. He looked down and admired it all: every throbbing vein, every beautiful twitch of the nearby abs and thighs.

He was so handsome. He was so desirable.

He was the only one for him.

He was, truly, his own Valentine... and soon he painted his bedsheets with the sign of his joy.