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In the not-too distant future, changing your species is no big deal... unless its your first time.
A short story by Delta - Enjoy!
"Really? Are you being serious?" Quince asked the other patient, by now a new friend.
Garret laughed a bit before he responded. "Yes, it's true! I'm absolutely serious! There were protests and marches and even a few bombings. It was a huge deal back in the day; some people really hated it. I remember watching the rioting on the news, when I was just a kid; not pretty. You do know that it was only fully legalized like twenty years ago, right?"
"Well, yeah... but why? Why were so many people opposed to species realignment?" Quince asked, incredulous. "It's not like anyone was forced to do it... and it doesn't even change your personality or memories!"
"Well, back then people weren't quite as tolerant about things. It's just the way things progress. One day it's unthinkable, the next its normal." Garret replied. "Heck, I remember my parents being furious the first time I did it! They visited my dorm out of the blue a week after I had it done, and there I was with a full coat of fur and a fox tail. God that was an awkward night..."
The two patients shared a hearty laugh as Garret described his ordeal in gruesomely embarrassing detail, right down to the part where his mother (intentionally or not, he wasn't quite sure) slammed a car door on his tail. Despite the age difference between the two men, they were getting along quite well.
This was the first time Quince's having SRS - Species Realignment Surgery. Like millions of others across the world, he was about to join the ranks of meta-humanity. Of course, with the advances technology had made since it was first invented, it no longer required any actual surgery. These days realignment was done entirely in specialized clinics instead of hospitals. When he first walked into the clinic, Quince noticed a wall of smiling before-and-after pictures from previous transformees (along with a few thank you cards). Most of them were furries, but a few cetaceans, reptiles and avians were sprinkled here and there along with less-common, stranger shapes. The only true constant was the broad, happy smiles the 'after' pictures showed.
Quince had always known what he wanted to be. Ever since he was little he had looked forward to the day when he could take up the form of a lizard metahuman. He dreamed of what it would be like to have a long, flexible tail and sharp claws, what his smooth, leathery scales were going to feel like. Now that it was actually happening, he could scarcely contain his excitement. Still, his first days inside the realignment clinic were frightening. He knew from prior research that the transformation process was physically strenuous and he knew that getting used to his new body was going to take a lot of time and practice, but he was unprepared for exactly how difficult his first time would be. Between the physical therapy, counseling sessions and the actual transformation procedures themselves, Quince barely had time to think. There were a few fleeting but terrifying moments when he looked at the diamond-shaped scales growing in across his arms and realized the true enormity of the decision he had made. But talking to Garret had helped him immensely.
Quince first took notice of Garret his second day in, after seeing that the two of them were the only ones scheduled for a lizard transformation in the small, regional SRS clinic. The older man had already changed his metaspecies eight times; he said he enjoyed the process of transformation as much as the end result. They had struck up a conversation, which quickly turned into a burgeoning friendship... and then an invitation by Quince to go back to his room.
They were both most of the way through the SRS process now. Neither of them had any hair on their body anymore, their skin now comprised of hard, patterned, leathery scales. Their tails had nearly finished growing out to their full length. Instead of normal pants, they wore a kind specially modified to have a short, adjustable sheath in the back. And they were still changing, their bodies slowly taking on more and more lizard-like traits each hour and each day. Every change or reminder of his transformation made Quince feel giddy with excitement, from the feel of his smooth but tough, leathery hide to the staccato clicking his claws made when he walked across a tiled surface. Putting on the new pants for the first time and feeling the snug lycra against his smooth, barely protruding genital bulge felt almost magical.
Garret was slightly farther along; his facial features were more reptilian, his tail was longer and stronger, and his tongue had already turned into a forked shape.
"What's it like? Having a tongue like that?" Quince asked, staring at Garret's muzzle with a touch of envy. He knew a lot about his changing form from reading and talking with the doctors, but a firsthand account was a lot more interesting to hear.
"It's pretty cool actually. What you have to do is make your tongue go out like normal, and then you rub it up against the roof of your mouth. Like this." Garret said, demonstrating the process as he spoke. "You grow this new, super sensitive organ up there that can process all the tastes. It does take a while to sort out what's what, but you wouldn't believe the things you learn from it."
"Like what?" Quince asked, eyes full of wonderment.
The other lizard meta paused for a second, flicking his tongue out again. When he withdrew it, he slowly began to swish it around in his short muzzle, before giving Quince a sharp but friendly look. "Well... for one thing, it tastes like you're pretty aroused..."
Quince felt his muzzle curl into a half-embarrassed smile before he could even respond. It was very true; exploring his new body was turning him on quite a bit, and the snugness of his new pants wasn't helping the situation much. "Er... yeah. I... I really like lizards..."
"Well, I'd hope so!" Garret said with a laugh. He placed one of his claw-tipped hands high on Quince's thigh. "Do you want to do something about that then..?"
The younger man's green cheeks blushed, turning a dark shade of pink as he curled his tail around his lower leg in a nervous gesture. But Quince smiled and nodded yes. He had been hoping something like this might happen.
Garret leaned over, placing one of his hands under Quince's chin and the other around his back, pulling him closer. Their warm, scaled lips met in a powerful kiss, tongues dancing back and forth between their muzzles as their hands greedily explored each other. Quince felt his slit become tighter and tighter against the fabric of his pants as his softer bellyscales were rubbed. He played with the other lizard's powerful, swaying tail, as his maw was filled with the intoxicating taste of the other reptilian male.
Garret broke the kiss and began painting long licks along the younger male's shrinking ears and growing snout, before moving down to his neck. Another pause- this time to remove his t-shirt, revealing Quince's soft, white-green stomach- before resuming his licking, each flick of his tongue becoming quicker but more powerful as his muzzle descended. Quince felt a pair of claws reach around to his backside, beginning to undo the Velcro strap around his tail sheath. The younger lizard-to-be held his breath in sweet, giddy anticipation as the older reptiles muzzle pressed gently against his creamy, green-white nethers. Hot, exhaled breath and wet licks made his slit bulge obscenely, a small trickle of slimy, musk-laden slitfluids dripping from it...
Quince's eyes shot wide open and he gasped sharply as he felt the other lizard's forked tongue shoot into his tight slit, lapping against his sensitive genital walls and hardening hemipenes. It didn't take much tickling from the tines of Garret's tongue to arouse them fully, making the twin malenessess quickly push their way out of the taut slit. It was the first time that Quince got to see his new hemipenes with his own eyes, but the thick reptilian members certainly met with his approval. Just like he had always imagined, they coursed with hot pleasure that dwarfed that of his old, solitary penis. Translucent beads of preseed formed at their tips before rolling down the front, where Garret's hungry tongue lapped them up. The other lizard was alternating his focus between each member, giving one slow strokes with the scaled palm of his hand while sucking hard on the other one with his muzzle. Slowly, he worked back and forth between them, bringing each one to the very peak of arousal with his skilled tongue before pulling back and shifting his attention elsewhere.
The young lizard could feel his tail thump against the side of the bed and his toeclaws clench against the hard soles of his feet as twin climaxes began to build inside his hemipenes. Quince was so surprised by the power of the sensation that he didn't even have time to warn his new lover, but from the look of things Garret wasn't bothered. Right as Quince came, Garret drove his muzzle down all the way on the hemipene in his muzzle, and he aimed the pulsing hemipene in his hands right at the tip of his snout. Creamy blasts of cum splattered across his elongated muzzle from one hemipene, while he sucked down every thick, hot spurt the other one shot into his maw.
"H-holy shit!" Quince gasped, trying to regain his breath. "That was... amazing..."
Garret backed away for a second, withdrawing his tongue from Quince's softening member with a wet slurp after pausing a second to suck lightly on his other member. There was a contented, lusty smile on his face. "Heh, just glad I could help. Having two dicks is pretty much my favorite thing in the world."
"Well, I can see why!" Quince laughed. "Have you done it before?"
"Yeah! I had a naga boyfriend once, when I was living in Europe," Garret began to explain, still happily licking cum from his face, "So I turned myself into one too. During the weekend, we used to put a fire in the fireplace, have a nice dinner, and then spend the entire night coiled together, going back and forth from cock to cock until we fell asleep. It was really beautiful."
Quince leaned over and lapped up a small splatter of his cum from the side of Garret's head with his still human tongue. "When is your next treatment?"
"Not until tomorrow morning." Garret replied. "You?"
"Same."
"Why do you ask?" Garret queried, with a smile. He had a premonition about where this was going...
Quince splayed his legs out so that they dangled over the edge, and moved his tail out of the way exposing his tail-hole. He smiled at Garret, coyly but invitingly. "Because that sounds like a really fun way to pass the time."
The older lizard didn't need to be told twice. Within seconds, his forked tongue was happily lapping at Quince's taut pucker, painting cum-sodden licks around the sensitive rim. Quince felt his used, leaking members start to harden once more as the inside of his new tail-hole was teased open by that wonderfully skilled, dexterous tongue... especially when the long, slippery appendage pressed against his prostate. By the time Garret had his tailhole properly prepared, the young lizard was panting heavily and his scales were slick with fresh sweat.
Garret's hemipenes stood proudly out from his slit, coated in a slimy film of preseed and slitfluid. He rubbed them against Quince's wet entrance one by one, until finally deciding to use his rightmost member. Pushing the younger lizard's legs up so that he rested back on the bed, Garret slowly began to push the cock into his lover's tight passage. It didn't take very much time before he was fully hilted, their warm, slick scales rubbing gently against one another near the joining. It took a few minutes for Quince to get used to the warm fullness inside his ass, but his own members stayed hard even though Garret only moved slowly and gently during that time. When he felt ready, he squeezed Garret's hand tightly and said so with a broad, ebullient smile on his muzzle.
Eyes shut tight, Quince felt the large member slowly withdraw from his tight, slick passage. After only a seconds delay, Garret re-hilted himself with a thrust that struck his prostate dead-on and made both his hemipenes spurt preseed all over themselves. Before he could even catch his breath, it happened again, and then a third time. The huge, warm maleness in his guts was moving faster and faster, until the room resonated with the sound of scale-on-scale slapping. Quince was quickly being driven to another sexual peak by anal stimulation alone, just barely able to resist temptation to touch his swollen hemipenes.
"Get ready... for the first one..!" Garret grunted, laughing. His eyes closed tight, and suddenly he gave a low, pleasured moan.
Quince felt the hot, tingling warmth of seed filling his ass and dripping down the underside of his tail. It was a wonderful and intimate feeling, but unfortunately he wasn't quite ready to cum again so soon. Fortunately, the other lizard was far from done...
Garret held his pulsating cock inside the younger lizard's tail-hole until all his essence was drained, and then removed it and inserted his other hemipene with a series of rough, savagely passionate thrusts. Already swimming in lust in the musk-drenched room, it didn't take long at all for both of them to climax- this time together. Garret cried out, unable to keep his muzzle shut as he orgasmed again powerfully. Fresh jets of sticky seed shot into Quince's tight passage, joining the still-warm spunk from the first load. Quince came harder than he ever had in his human life, both his tortuously-pleasured hemipenes shooting long, linked strings of milky reptilian cream across his belly and muzzle as he did so. Quince could do little but cry tears of sheer pleasure and ride the titanic orgasm; it felt like he was taking a shower in his own warm essence.
It took almost ten minutes of afterglow for their sopping hemipenes to slip back into their slits, during which time the naked lizard cuddled and nuzzled each other, licking stray bits of cum from each other's bodies. When they finally finished, Garret leaned back against the side of the wall the bed was pressed against, turning on the television as he piled pillows behind him to lean on. With a deft flick of his tail and a come-hither look, Garret coaxed Quince over to his side. Quince leaned back against his new lover's warm chestscales, their warm, slick bodies neatly folded into one another. It was an old comedy movie Quince had never seen before, but he hardly cared. He could have watched static and been perfectly happy.
As the evening turned into night, the two transformees watched the old movie, talking about the history of SRS and the movement that fought to legalize it as they did so. But the smell of musky reptilian cum was strong in the room, so strong that soon their minds turned from the abstractions of law and philosophy. Garret turned down the volume on the movie and teasingly licked the side of Quince's ear, whispering a few dirty possibilities to the younger male...
Soon his transformation would be at an end, and Quince would finally have the shape he had desired for so long. But until then, he was going to enjoy passing the time.