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The lights flickered in confusing patterns, meant to enchant and disorient as the chamber quickly spun. I resisted the urge to close my eyes as a slight surge of nausea passed through me, when the lights suddenly went dark. The chamber slowed its orbit and came to a gentle stop, followed by a few clicks as the restraints that surrounded my body released. I fell a little, luckily the floor was soft so it didn't hurt. I hesitated, just for a moment, before opening the door.

Across the room another door opened at the exact same instant mine did. The room was pretty bare except for the precisely symmetrical machine that I stepped out of, in the exact center of the room, with an exact copy of me walking out the other side.

We grinned at each other, then both opened our mouths to speak. Then, simultaneously, we remembered the instructions not to speak to each other until the mirroring stopped. I lifted my right hand, as he lifted his. I laughed, and his laugh matched mine precisely, sounding like a slight echo only because of the space between us. This went on for a few minutes, both of us moving around slightly, perfectly matching the other, until without warning my doppelganger scrunched up his nose and sneezed. Just like that the spell was broken, our actions no longer aligned. Chaos theory, I had been told. Or he had. The clone was created with the exact body, down to the position and state of the neurons in the brain. Until we received non-identical stimuli, we were effectively the exact same person, same memories, same thoughts, same everything. Apparently the record for 'mirroring' was almost an hour. Now though, something was different. We only shared the same memories up to the moment his nose tickled and mine didn't.

"Well." we said, almost simultaneously, then laughed. I looked him over, and he did the same, but not symmetrically. Before I had been too amazed to actually take a good look at him, at myself. I was pleased to say that I was kinda hot- a skinny bunny boy with cream colored fur, wide hips, and a plump soft ass. The smile he gave me as he looked at me lit up his face, he looked kind and gentle. I hoped it wasn't the height of narcissism to say he seemed like someone I would really like. He spun for me, showing off his bare body, giving me a look at my own ass I'd never been able to see before. I wanted to fuck that ass, I realized, smiling. He finished his slow spin and I returned the favor, shaking my ass a little more now that I knew just how enticing it was. He made an approving grunt as I showed off, and by the time I finished I saw that he was half hard already. I was too, I noticed.

The door at the left side of the room opened, and a mouse wearing blue scrubs walked in. He looked both of us over, clearly unbothered and unsurprised that we had yet to put on our gowns. "Mister Lagos, it appears that we've had a complete success." He said, speaking to a point between the two of us. "If you would like, I could escort you both to your room."

"Room sounds good." I said, as my doppelganger opened his mouth. We ignored the offered robes and followed behind the mouse. The sterile hospital-like hallway soon gave way to thick soft carpets as we entered the 'Hotel' portion of the Lotus Eater Hotel and Resort. The mouse's professional clothing stood out like a sore thumb as we walked through the hallway. Most other guests and staff were nude, or nearly so as they wandered the halls, showing off, looking for partners, or engaging in some form of debauchery or other. Me and my doppelganger attracted even more attention, however, standing out in a more subtle but far more important way. Everyone else, the mouse included, was wearing an armband with a glowing light. Some were red, others blue, others green, but everybody in the hotel had one. Except us.

A sexy stud of a tiger looked at my arm pointedly, then glanced at my face. I answered the unasked question with a wink, then turned my head and gave him something to enjoy as we passed.

"Here we are." The mouse said, opening a door with a keypad. "You've been here before, correct?"

"Yeah, I- we know the drill." My doppelganger said. His voice sounded nothing like mine, if I hadn't been warned about it I would have assumed something went wrong with the process. Apparently we can't hear our own voice accurately, its why you always sound weird in recordings. "One question though- are you on the menu?"

The mouse blushed demurely. "Depends on how long you're staying." he said, raising his arm to show the red light on his bracelet. "We're required to have medical staff onsite who aren't on the menu, but we rotate out. Two days, and I'm all yours, unless someone else snaps me up first."

"I'll have to hurry then." The other me replied.

"Or I will." I said, winking to the other rabbit.

"Well whichever of you remains, I'd be happy to serve you. Will there be anything else sirs?"

"Nah." My clone said.

"I think I'd like some me time right now." I answered.

The mouse left us alone and we walked into the room. Without speaking we went straight to the bed. He grabbed me before I could lay down and brought me in for a deep kiss, which I returned happily. I felt him grow hard against my thigh as he pushed me down onto the bed, our tongues dancing as we slid and pressed against each other. "Fuck me." I whispered when we stopped for breath.

"Gladly." He replied, pulling apart gently. I nibbled on his ear, and he groaned happily. I knew every spot and trick to make him feel good, and he knew it. We didn't need to communicate as we prepared, him sliding from the bed and grabbing the lube, me gently touching him in all the perfect ways to make him rock hard before he even pressed his finger into me. I squeezed it gently, wrapping my legs around him as he slowly added another. He spread them apart, stretching me, before adding a third. He grinned at me and I grinned back. Then he did something I didn't expect. He surprised me. He curled his fingers inside me and attacked my prostate, finger fucking me fast and hard until my own cock was just as hard and leaky as his own. I moaned, leaning my head back and closing my eyes. When he finally pulled them out, I didn't complain. I just turned around, lying on my belly. I didn't need to open my eyes to know what he wanted. Or what I wanted. I lifted my head slightly as he crawled on top of me, letting him slip his arm under my neck. He bit me gently on the collarbone before shifting, and I finally felt that beautiful hardness slip into the one ass that it had always been denied. He moaned into my neck, and I groaned back. "Shh." He said, pulling his arm against my throat. "Good little bitches stay quiet unless spoken to." My cock twitched against the mattress and he started bucking his hips, the squelching sounds of our rutting and his moans filling the room. Not mine, not for a while. I tried to be good. But I moaned again as he fucked me, and he tightened his hold further. "I said stay quiet." He hissed into my ear. "You know, if I was smart, I just wouldn't let you breath again. Guarantee my survival. What do you think, should I do that?" He tightened his grip further. "One of us isn't walking out of this place alive. Why shouldn't I make sure it's me?"

"Because" I managed to choke out around his arm. "Then you'd never feel like this." I came then, squeezing around his cock as I spent myself onto the sheets. My head was swimming, I couldn't breathe, and it was heaven. I almost didn't want him to let go, almost hoped he would be smart and let this be my final moments. I think he almost did it too, but then I felt him spurt in me, and he collapsed onto my limp body, his arm falling away. I gasped desperately for breath, it was still hard to breathe with his weight on me, but I didn't want him to move. He didn't want to either, so we stayed there for a long while, well after my breathing finally slowed back to normal. He felt warm on top of me, and I let out a slight moan as his softening cock finally slipped out of my ass. He nibbled gently at the base of my ears, and I giggled lightly, making him shake on top of me. Eventually he rolled off of me, and I groaned and stretched, my muscles glad to be free of that weight even if I kind of wished he had stayed. We both sat on the bed, looking at each other.

"You know." I said, "Now I know what that feels like. When I fuck you later, what's to stop me from not letting go.

"Nothing." He said back, grinning. "Nothing at all. Unless you're willing to risk your life to feel it again."

I chuckled slightly and leaned towards him. "It was pretty good." I said, before pushing him down. My hand started on his chest, but slowly moved towards his throat. "But do you really think you're that good."

"Guess I'll find out." He said right before my hand started to squeeze. My cock twitched and started to harden as I looked down at him. I let him go, and he flipped himself over. And lifted his head, just a little, to let my arm slide under his neck.

We never talked about it, but I'm pretty sure we both decided not to kill the other. Where was the fun in that? Besides, it's not what we paid that much money to do. See, cloning is illegal. Very illegal, banned even in places with almost no other laws. But as technology had advanced, and old desires started flaring up in a number of species, it was widely agreed that reforming was permitted, most often for those who were consumed by others alive. As such, the Lotus Eater's did not offer cloning services. They did, however, offer the not-yet-illegal service of pre-reformation. Of course, for it to qualify as reformation, it meant that the original had to die. However, if there was no way to tell which was the original and which was the clone, for instance a machine that produces a copy while spinning, with a random spin time after the process was completed, and then wiped it's records, then who's to say which is which? Why, whichever survives of course. The loophole that made this legal was small, only a few days, and the hotel staff were quite serious about making sure they weren't caught doing anything illegal. Which meant that one of us wasn't going to leave this place. I didn't want to die, not really, but the risk made me feel more alive than anything. That's why we never talked about it, of course. Every time we fucked, there was that element of risk for one of us. One of us would walk out with the memories of that risk, and nothing would really be lost to the world. Our friends and families wouldn't know, and likely wouldn't care. Reformation was common, it accepted. New body, same person. I was going to be fine.

The only question was, which me?

We flipped a coin, the first time, to determine who would go out and fetch food. We could have gotten room service, but again, that was no fun. After that we took turns, walking down the hallways of the resort, filled with predators who were not just allowed but encouraged to eat any prey they found roaming the halls. I know I got more than a few glances, but I think the lack of a bracelet scared some of them off. They didn't want to get in trouble for eating someone they shouldn't. I was tempted, more than once, to simply walk up and offer myself to some gorgeous predator. The last time I'd come to the resort, I had done just that. A few times actually. The glowing green bracelet recorded everything about me, and transmitted the data to make a new body for me to live in. With all the memories of being devoured, again and again. Of being digested even, the first parts at least. But without a bracelet, there would be no new me. They wouldn't be memories, just an agonizing, intensely erotic death, and the me waiting in the room would eventually put on his bracelet and enjoy the rest of his vacation.

But that didn't happen either. Nor did my other half simply not return from one of his walks. On the second day, we ordered the cute mouse up to our room, and had the wonderful pleasure of stuffing him from both ends, before I fucked him down the other me's throat. Then he fucked me while the little mouse gurgled away. It was so fun, we had him back the next day, and it was my turn to taste his delectable body, to feel him squirm and kick and writhe happily in my gut as a sexy bun squeezed happily around my cock.

We thought about just flipping a coin again, and having the winner eat the loser, but neither of us liked leaving our fates to chance like that. We wanted it to be a choice, if not our then someones.

Eventually, on the last day we had before our joint existence became a crime, we decided. We called for room service, and requested a sexy, big bellied gator. We explained our situation, and then we told him to pick one of us, however he wanted to pick. He grinned. "I have an idea I think you'll both like." He said. "Give me that bracelet." I handed it to him, and he spun it around. With a few delicate clicks he opened it, and roughly tugged out the circuitry.

"Hey!"

"What the fuck!" Me and my double cried out at the same time.

The gator just chuckled. "Relax boys, relax." He shoved the wires and chip back in, then tugged off his own bracelet. "Same size." He said, holding the two out before us. He shoved a claw into both of their lights, turning the working one dark. "Same weight. But one's busted. Now you wanted me to pick, right? I figure, I'll fuck both of ya, and decide who's got the better ass. I'll give that one the bracelet that ain't busted. The other I'll give the dud. Then I'll eat ya both, and whoever wakes up, well you'll be the one I picked. Sound good?"

"Do you mind if we fuck in your stomach?" The other me asked quickly.

"Hell, I'd be upset if ya didn't." The gator smiled toothily, patting his large belly. "Heheh, I love my job some days."

I glanced at the other me. He glanced back. We both glanced down, confirming that we were both equally hard. "I think that sounds agreeable." I said, blushing slightly.

"I certainly agree to it!" the other me said.

The gator put the bracelets behind his back. "Don't worry little snacks, I'm keepin track. He set them down on the bedside table, stacking one carefully on top of the other. After a moment of thought he tugged the table to the side slowly. "Don't wanna knock this down." He looked over at us. "What are you two waiting for, huh? Get on that bed and show off why you should live!"

We scrambled onto the bed, kneeling with our asses presented towards the gator who would soon eat us both. He walked up and grabbed each of our asses with one giant hand. He groped our cheeks for a moment, before he pressed a thick finger right against my hole. "Already slick?" He asked. "How thoughtful."

"We uh, said goodbye to each other earlier." I explained.

"Vigorously." My doppelganger agreed, wiggling his ass slightly as he too was penetrated.

"Aww, so I'm getting two sloppy seconds?"

"Think of it as pre-stretched for your convenience." I said, glancing back. When I did my jaw dropped, and I nudged the other me to look back too.

Our predator had a slit, which had hidden his shaft when he came into the room. But now it was out and proud, as thick as my wrist and almost as long as my arm, glistening with lube as he finished smearing it along his length. I gulped, looking at that monster.

"As you boys can see, I doubt they're stretched enough. But I suggest you try to relax. Your life might depend on it. Eenie meenie miny moe." He said, his shaft bobbing as he turned to each of us in turn. On Moe, he grabbed the other me and plunged into him, pulling him by the waist back onto his shaft while he thrust forward. The other me screamed and his eyes rolled back in his head as our predator began to rut, seeming not to care if he was hurting him. He was using that rabbit like a sex toy, more than like a person.

I felt fear for a while as I watched, but after a few minutes I noticed that the other me was moaning, reaching under himself and stroking his cock. Judging by the wet mess under him, he was already working on his second orgasm. "He feels good?" I whispered to him. He moaned again and managed a nod.

"Hey bunny boy. How about you stop gossiping and put that mouth to some use?" The gator said. I looked at him, and he nodded towards the other me. Grinning, I slid down and under the other me, wrapping my lips around his leaking cock. He tried to lift himself up a bit to give me more room, but the gator roughly shoved him back down.

I barely started to lick at his head before I felt him shoot another load into my mouth. Greedily I gulped his seed down, enjoying the taste of his cum. He twitched as he came, earning another rough shove from our predator before the gator himself groaned, thrusting hard one final time and burying himself deep in that rabbit hole. Maybe I imagined it, but I swear I could hear the cum coursing though his cock to paint that rabbit's insides. He stayed locked deep inside for only a few moments before pulling back, the rabbit's body coming with it he was squeezing so tight, until the gator pushed him off. They both moaned as that shaft slid out of it's holster, still hard.

"Okay thing two, your turn."

I quickly crawled out from my partner and assumed the same position we had at the start. I was incredibly nervous, not just because of the telephone pole that was about to impale me. My thoughts went wild, why did he pick to fuck him first, has he already decided, maybe he'll be less sensitive now so it wont feel as good. Am I going to die?

His cock silenced those thoughts by shoving roughly insideme, the same way he had before. I'm an experienced slut, but thatwas without a doubtthe largest cock I've ever taken. My instincts kicked in and I relaxed around him, but I couldn't relax enough for it not to hurt as he penetrated me. I could feel it bulging out my stomach as he thrust into me, on and on until I felt certain it would rip right through me. Then he pulled back, and the growing emptiness his cock left behind felt incredibly hollow. Despite the pain I was glad when he pushed back in, filling that empty space. After a few more thrusts, the pain didn't go away. It just started to be unimportant. All that mattered was that cock filling me up. The pleasure overwhelmed my body, and I noticed dimly that I was cumming. It didn't feel like much of a difference when I stopped. I saw the other me lying beside me, his body sprawled out uselessly, his face a mask of pure bliss. I'm sure I looked much the same.

I have no idea how long it lasted, or how many times I came on that enormous cock. All I know is that eventually he came, groaning happily as my guts were flooded by his warm cum. That was some consolation as he pulled out, something to fill the void now that the cock was gone. I think I groaned as I collapsed onto the bed, the wet sheets squelching onto my belly. The other me seemed like he had recovered, at least a little. He was leaning out and caressing the gator's stomach.

"Now now." The gator said. "I ain't sayin stop, but you should know it won't affect my decision."

"Decision?" The other me asked deliriously. "Oh right. That."

"Heheh. You boys were both wonderful cock-sleeves. Don't get many as good as you. But we do have a winner and a loser." He grabbed the bracelets and put the top one on the other me. The bottom one was clicked into place around my own wrist. My mind had started coming back to me, enough for the fear to set in again. But it seemed less intense, still distant through the haze of pleasure I was in. Top for number one, or bottom for the best bottom? It hardly seemed to matter. The gator sat on the bed as the other me kept rubbing hes belly. After I regained the ability to move on purpose, I joined him, rubbing myself against that gut. I'd worshiped other bellies before, from both sides even, but this felt different. Not just because there was a good chance I would never leave that groaningfood pit once I was put inside it, but because that idea seemed OKto me. Being prey had always been some kinky, but safe, fun for me.But now, more than ever before, I felt like prey. I felt like food. And it felt good.

The gator opened his enormous maw in a yawn as he stretched. Both of us stopped and stared into that gaping abyss. He put his arms around us, as if worried we might run off. "Well boys it's been fun. But I'm hungry. Volunteers to go first?"

"Me" I managed to squeak out an instant before the other. I looked at him and grinned while he scowled at me. I doubt he was really that upset. After all, it wasn't a long wait.

The gator didn't give me a chance to say goodbye. He just picked me up, and suddenly the whole world was dark. Slimy flesh pressed against mefrom all sides, forcing me down. He gulped quickly, it wasn't too long before I was pressed into his stomach. He said something to the other, but I couldn't make out the words as his voice echoed all around me. Not long later I heard gulping, and felt as the other was forced into the tight space with me. I groped around until I found his face, and pulled him into a kiss. He returned it happily. "So." I whispered. "Who do you think won."

"Oh let's not worry about that." He said, pushing me down. Which proved futile, as moments later gravity shifted as our predator lay down. He pressed into the stomach, squishing us together with the soft walls of his body. Then the stomach churned, and me and the other were twisted around. I felt around blindly, trying to get my bearings, until I managed to grab onto something hard and wet. The other gasped, and I realized I had found his cock. So close to my face too. I squirmed until my lips were wrapped around it, sucking and slurping. The stomach churned us again, and I lost my prize. The other, however, found one of his own, and I pushed back into his tongue as he slurped hungrily at my ass. Another churn, and I managed to return the favor, tasting the gators creamy, thick cum for the first time. And so it went, the two of us churning around together, tossed about every few moments, trying to please the other whenever we could. At times we kissed, and frotted, others we stroked and slurped. Once, for a few glorious seconds, I managed to hump into his ass before we were churned apart again.

The acrid air was taking it's toll on us both, to say nothing of the growing puddle of acids as the gator's body worked so hard to digest us. The liquid splashed around violently with every contraction of the stomach walls, making it impossible to tell how deep it was. But it was growing deeper, that much was certain. My head was submerged under it after a particularly strong churn, the sharp chemical scent filling my nose and stinging my eyes. It wasn't much longer after that when I was forced under during every churn, making each brief resting period a fight to get a few breaths in before being drowned in the thickening chyme. The other wasn't helping, both of us fighting for the same precious gasps of air. But still, each time we brushed against a sensitive area, we tried to please the other. It was pointless before long, the acids quickly worked through our fur and started in on our flesh. The pain was excruciating, deliciously so.

The other grabbed me, pulling me under the agonizing liquid with him. He felt around and pressed his face to mine, one of us getting our final kiss goodbye. I wrapped my arms tight around him and he did the same, the bubbles of our breath eventually ended, and we clung there together in the dark, growing weaker and weaker as the acid, one way or another, took the life from our bodies. Just before I blacked out, I heard a faint beeping coming from one of the bracelets.

"Mr. Lagos, Mr. Lagos can you hear me?"

The rabbit blinked, raising an arm to block out the harsh lights of the sterile white room. He felt dizzy, disoriented. Someone guided him to a chair, and he was grateful for it. He looked up, and recognized the cute white mouse that had helped him before. "Hey cutie." He smiled.

"Hey yourself." The rodent nurse said, smiling back. "Reformation went normally, any dizziness or discomfort is probably a result of the uh, extreme state your mind was in at the moment of recovery."

The rabbit snorted. "I know the drill cutie. This ain't my first rodeo, remember."

"Of course sir. While of course there is no rush, I'm supposed to remind you that your reservation has expired. Your belongings are packed and waiting for you just over there, whenever you're ready."

"Right, right." the rabbit said, shaking his head slightly. He groaned and stretched, remembering the events that had led him here.

"Also, I was asked by a certain alligator to give you this." The mouse handed the rabbit a scrap of paper, with nothing but a phone number on it. The rabbit smiled sleepily on seeing it. "How nice of him."

"I hope you enjoyed your stay at the Lotus Eater's Hotel and Resort, and that we'll see you again soon."

"Oh I definitely enjoyed." the rabbit said, still looking at the phone number. "As for coming back, well, we'll see I guess."