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Scientific Swappings For Rugito28 By Draconicon

Ionian grinned as he looked at the half-conscious crocodile leaning against the wall. The fumes from their little after-school experiment had already rendered the jock dizzy, barely able to stand, let alone able to resist. The chance for revenge was finally at hand.

"What...what the fuck...what was that?" Locrin groaned, rubbing his nose with one scaly hand, still dressed in the singlet he wore to wrestling. The red and black fabric heaved on him, bouncing almost as he gasped for breath. "Why...what's it...doing..."

"Oh, it's just making you dizzy. Just dizzy enough to keep from thinking about what I'm going to do to you."

The dragon smiled, reaching down and fondling the croc's junk. The other male tried to push him back, but after breathing in all the sedatives that he'd been boiling, it was a miracle that the croc was still conscious, let alone actually able to reach down and fumble with the dragon's hand.

If anyone came in, he knew it would look utterly ridiculous. He was almost a full foot shorter than the crocodile, not fat, but having a bit of pudge here and there, particularly around his rump. He had to work hard to fit into his second-hand clothes most days, and he was still struggling to feel comfortable with who and what he was.

That said, he knew that he would be one-up on that, and soon.

That dick felt good, too, throbbing as soon as he touched it. For all that the other guy said that he wasn't gay, Locrin still had a sensitive penis, eager to get the pleasure that came from someone else's hand. He chuckled, getting it hard enough to show through the singlet before stepping back.

"Well, you won't mind before long."

"What...mmph...you twerp...what the fuck...did you do...to me?"

"I already explained, and I'm not doing that again."

He pulled back from the crocodile, kneeling down by one of the islands in the science lab. There were drawers and cupboards aplenty down there, and it made it very easy to hide the different tools that he needed for this job.

Two helmets, a couple of twist-ties, and a bit of rope was all he needed. He pushed the gator back to one of the chairs that were at the edge of the room, pulling Locrin's strong, muscular arms to the furniture. Twist-ties were all that he needed; the jock was too out of it to put up enough of a fight to get free of that.

For himself, on the other hand...

He made sure that the first helmet rested snugly on the crocodile's head, making sure that he couldn't just throw it off with a nod of his head, and then sat down on his chair. He put his helmet on, then set to work dragging the rope around his body, pulling it around one arm, and then around his chest, and then over his other arm. It wasn't much, not quite a full tie, but it would give him time to get out of the other chair and over here.

This is going to be amazing.

He smiled, a slight shiver running up and down his spine at the idea of what he was about to do. Nobody had ever taken body-sharing this far. Oh, some people had gone far enough as to put their consciousness into the mind of another person, leaving their own body behind for a few minutes, but this...

This was something special.

"Activate Procedure 51A."

With the command given, the helmets whirred to life, suddenly bursting with electrical discharges. It would have set the fur of any mammal on fire, but for him and Locrin, it was completely safe.

Bzzzt.

Mostly safe. That stung his right temple, but it wasn't too bad. He winced, waiting for the inevitable sucking feeling at the back of his head.

As soon as he felt it, he grinned, leaping for it and letting the electrical stream pull his thoughts out of the back of his head. His personality, his thoughts, his memories, they all went with him as the world went black.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he realized that he was still dizzy. Not much, but enough to make it a bit trickier to get out of the twist-ties than he'd thought. Ionian grunted as he forced one arm up and free, flexing his hand and arm a few times before pulling his other arm clean and free.

Mmmph...need better chemicals...these lasted almost too long.

"What the fuck?!"

It was his voice. Not Locrin's, but his, his own voice filling his ears. Ionian looked down again, and his face burst into a grin.

It was a complete success after all. These were Locrin's thick arms, his powerful muscles, his sexy body. The dragon's mind in the crocodile's head reached down, rubbing his hands up and down his hard abs, feeling the lack of any jiggle along his belly. The sense of power that came from the muscles in his arms was undeniable, utterly amazing.

He was perfect, just perfect. It was what he had always wanted to be, but never thought he'd have the chance to become.

Locrin, on the other hand...

He pulled the helmet off his head, getting out of the chair. The jock brain had to go somewhere for this procedure, and the only place had been Ionian's body.

From outside, his body of a red-scaled western dragon didn't look so round as he'd always felt. He was fit enough from the front, though he could still see that his jeans were filled out a bit more than a male's ass should be.

The sneakers were a bit loser-y, though.

Gonna need to get a different look when I go back. If I go back.

He would have to. There was no doubt about that. He wouldn't be able to continue pretending to be Locrin forever, no matter how much he had studied the other guy's life. But for a few days...

For a few amazing days...

Well, he could make it work. He'd find a way. And for now, revenge.

He grabbed hold of the dragon's arm, smirking as the red-scaled face turned up to look at him.

"Hello, 'Ionian.'"

"What...what the fuck..."

"That's right. I'm you. And you're me."

"That's impossible."

"Say that when you look down."

The dragon did just that, and his eyes went wider, his arms struggling against the bondage that Ionian had been very careful to wrap himself up in. The former dragon reached down, still amazed at the feeling of power in the crocodile's arms, astounded at how much he was restraining himself with all the extra muscle.

He grabbed the zipper on the jeans, pulling them down. Even as the other male complained, even as his old body tried to pull back and shake its head, tried to deny what was happening, he was still having a good time.

He pulled the jeans open, then pulled back the underwear inside. A cock that was barely four inches long bobbed out, a remnant of his own excitement. Ionian knew that it would never get any bigger than that, and he teased his former body, grinning as he gripped it between two fingers and jerked it off.

"Heh, what's this, hmm?"

"Get your hands off that!"

"Why? It's mine, isn't it?"

"Well - nngh! It's attached to me right now!"

"Yes, but it's still mine. Everything on you is mine."

The former dragon had been curious what his body looked like to others for a long time, how it would feel to be used by someone else. He had never worked up the courage to be able to try it out, but this...

This was almost as good, and it was hotter in some ways. He reached back up to the waistband of his former jeans and underwear, wiggling them down and out of the way to expose his old body completely.

Locrin was making his cheeks blush, the former crocodile, current dragon obviously humiliated by the whole situation. It was all the better for that, particularly when he looked down and saw that his body's asshole was starting to clench, twitching, squeezing, trying to get attention even though the mind controlling it obviously didn't want any.

Running one finger up the dragon's thigh, he grinned as Locrin gasped, the former crocodile finally getting it through his head what was going to happen to him.

"You...you..."

"Yes."

"You are not fucking my ass."

"Good thing I only want to fuck my own, then, hmm?"

He chuckled, pulling the singlet he was wearing to the side. It didn't take long to fish out his cock, or rather, Locrin's. The shaft was just as big as it had always looked from the outside, except now, he could feel it. Ionian grinned as he dragged one thick-fingered hand up and down the shaft, feeling it twitch and pulse against the digits.

"Mmmm, this is going to feel good inside of you..."

"No, wait, I didn't..."

"Heh, too late now."

The crocodile pushed the dragon backwards, exposing his ass a bit more.

"After all, I'm just using what is mine..."

The End