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Though Newlyn fell asleep rather quickly he found it fitful, not only from being away from the draconic-sabrewolf but also because he was curious on what he had planned for him the next day. Eventually he woke up completely and made himself breakfast from the kitchen he found was fully cook, stopping himself from making two portions since he was by himself. He used the tablet to browse the web while he ate and was looking over any new modifications that came from Raven's Factory when there was a knock at the door. Newlyn looked up at it in question before going over and opening it, this time finding Riven standing there.

"Good morning Newlyn," Riven said with a wide grin. "I'm very happy to see that you are awake already, we have something prepared for you that's going to take the entire day and we wanted to get as early a start as possible. I see that you're having breakfast so I'll wait until your finished, then we can get going."

Riven walked into the apartment and sat with Newlyn as he finished, the two talking about various things from Dragon Heaven to Newlyn's encounter in the factory and his eventual ownership going to his master. Once the rubber dragon had finished the last of his toast he put the dishes in the sink and followed the black dragon down through Dragon Heaven and into a back area of the second floor just above the pub. While the front part looked like some sort of zoo display the entire back half off the floor had been sectioned off and appeared to be a laboratory. Though Newlyn looked around in fascination he continued to follow Riven until they were in front of a white rubber dragon wearing a lab coat.

"Newlyn, I want you to meet Jiro," Riven introduced, Newlyn reaching out and shaking the other dragon's hand. "Jiro, this is Newlyn, he's your primary appointment for today."

"Ahhh, I see," Jiro stated with a grin. "I was wondering when I was going to meet you today, your master has something quite fun lined up for you if I do say so myself. Now part of this process is going to require you to not have any types of rubber on you except for your own skin, so if you could just take those off and put them in the nearby box we'll take care of them for you."

Though Newlyn had no idea what was going on he dutifully went ahead and took off his cuffs, harness, and even the collar that marked him. Once he had gotten everything in the box Jiro led him over to another area of the lab, a table with fitted restraints leaning at a forty-five-degree angle with a helmet hanging overhead waiting for him. "Per your master's request we aren't going to tell you the result of the process," Jiro explained as he helped Newlyn onto the table. "But I will say that there is a strong mental manipulation that will happen, and though you are already malleable given your first transformation the best thing I can tell you is to ease into the thoughts that are being fed to you and the transition will go much smoother."

"I guess that makes sense," Newlyn said as he laid back against the table, the padded material feeling surprisingly warm against his back as he felt his arms get put into the restraints. "Um... are these really necessary for the process?"

"It's to prevent you from accidently moving around," Jiro replied. "Trust me when I say that you'll thank me for it when you don't try to walk forward during the process and end up face-planting into the floor. When I turned myself into a feral dragon I did it without realizing how powerful the sensations were and when you combine that with growing forelimbs it was a lot of stumbling around."

Newlyn felt a tingle of excitement run up his back when he heard Jiro say that. "Is that what the process is?" the rubber dragon asked. "I'm going to become a feral dragon?"

"Oh, no, that was just an example," Jiro stated. "As I said before you will see what it is once you are done, until then just remember to stay relaxed."

Newlyn nodded and once his limbs and midsection were secured into place Jiro lowered the helmet down towards his face. As it got closer he found that it was less of a helmet and more like a gasmask, looking like his own draconic visage but with a pair of hoses coming out of the muzzle and with lenses over the eyes. The rest was smooth, featureless black rubber that would cover his own, feeling his body shudder as the material slid over his synthetic skin with ease. There was a moment where Newlyn could feel the fingers of the other dragon sliding up inside the seam in order to make sure that it fitted well before it was pressed completely against his neck, the rubber stretching slightly around Newlyn's head as it settled around him.

"Now that is a good fit," Jiro exclaimed with a grin, still smoothing over some areas until he was sure everything was right. "Of course this is only a temporary mask, but it should contour with you throughout the entire process. Now I want you to just relax and breath in, and then breath out..."

Newlyn felt something press up against his shoulder but before he could see what it was he began to hear a hissing fill his ears and his vision began to grow clouded. He could feel something get pumped into the mask itself and suddenly there was a sweet smell in his nostrils. Within seconds his entire body began to feel a pleasant tinge that went through his entire body, starting at his face and quickly cascading all the way through his body. Despite the pleasant sensations he was experiencing there wasn't much else that he could feel and he began to wonder if perhaps something had gone wrong.

That was when the lenses that were in front of his eyes began to light up, and suddenly that tingling he felt began to turn to actual tactile sensation. He hadn't realized it until that point but the hissing that he was hearing up to that point had turned into the sound of actual wind as a scene appeared before his eyes. When he looked around he found himself standing in the middle of a cabana that was right on the edge of the large cliff that went down to the beach, an idyllic scene for sure. What surprised him more was who was standing there next to him as he saw the familiar visage of a draconic sabrewolf sitting at one of the seats in the cabana itself.

"Wait... how are you here?" Newlyn asked, looking at the grinning man with a questioning look.

"I'm in your subconscious right now," Serathin replied, standing up and winking. "Right now you are getting pumped full of all sorts of pre-recorded things that are being funneled into your mind at the moment. I have to admit that it took most of the night to do all this, I half-thought that at one point you might have heard me while I was doing this. Fortunately I only had to do this message and a few more, they said that the rest of your memories are going to fill in the gaps for me."

Newlyn still couldn't believe what he was seeing, and when he put his hand against the fur of the hybrid's chest it felt real as well. "So this is the surprise?" The rubber dragon asked as he looked around. "A chance for me to be with you even when you're away?"

"Yes and no," Serathin replied cryptically. "When I looked over the services of Dragon Heaven I saw something that particularly interested me and talked to Jiro about it, and he assured me that they could do what I had in mind."

When Newlyn tried to ask something else he felt a blue-scaled finger press against his muzzle, and as it did the tingling sensation returned on his lips. It confused the rubber dragon when he began to feel something shifting on his mouth. When he brought his fingers to it he could feel something pushing their way out of his lips, gasping slightly when he could feel his teeth growing out. More surprisingly he could see the shiny dragon skin that he had gotten used to in his vision turn black before morphing into something more flesh-like. A cursory examination pressing against the new lupine nose on his face revealed that it did still feel unnatural like rubber, but was far more lifelike as blue scales began to spread from it.

Newlyn gasped slightly as he quickly gathered what was happening to him, feeling the new saber teeth continue to extend while fur sprouted on his cheeks. He pulled his hands away from his face in surprise and when he looked at his fingers he saw that he had also started to grow blue scales on his hands as well. Anyone else that might have looked at them might have thought they were actual scales, but the transforming male knew while gliding his hands over the digits that they were rubber still. When he looked back to Serathin he was suddenly met with a kiss, suddenly feeling their bodies press together as more synthetic fur was sprouting over his chest and arms. It was a transformation that he hadn't expected to come from the draconic sabrewolf as he began to feel wings starting to grow out of his back.

It wasn't just the physical changes that he was noticing either, Newlyn feeling his thoughts starting to change the more his body did. At first it was all stuff he already knew, but the more his body morphed to look more like the draconic sabrewolf in front of him the harder it was to differentiate his own thoughts from the memories and facts that he knew about Serathin. His eyes began to glow slightly with a green light as he watched the hybrid smirk, then hold up something in front of him. They were two identical purple collars with a green gem set in the middle of it, though as Newlyn continued to look hazily at the rubber he saw that on the inside it had Newlyn's name on it for one and Serathin once more in the other.

"Just in case you haven't guessed it yet," Serathin said as he took the collar with Serathin's name on the inside and secured it around the changing rubber creature's neck. "Thanks to Jiro at Dragon Heaven they are able to turn you into a version of myself that is so similar that I'm told we won't even be able to tell the difference. Now while this is only taking place in this dream space I have been assured that you will be receiving one similar to this once you wake up."

"Wake up..." Newlyn managed to say, though his thoughts were growing increasingly hazy... at least ones concerning what he looked like as a rubber dragon or his identity. "As Serathin?"

"Of course," Serathin replied, seeing the grin on the hybrid's face and feeling one slowly start to form on his own. "After all, you are Serathin right?" Even though he was acutely aware that the thoughts he were thinking were actually those of the draconic sabrewolf they felt very... natural, and as more knowledge flowed into him the easier it was to start feeling the mannerisms and movements come easier to him.

Newlyn had become so engrossed in his own transformation that he hadn't realized that Serathin had also been changing right in front of him. He felt a pair of rubber hands press against his face and when he looked back over he saw that Serathin had put on his own collar as well and that rubber was spreading up from it. "What's going on?" Newlyn asked. "Are you changing into me?"

"I've always been your rubber dragon Serathin," the increasingly rubbery creature stated as he ran his hands up and down the thick purple fur of Newlyn's chest. "All I've been is a mental representation of you, and now that you're taking your proper form you need a place for all those submissive thoughts to go. Now is my master going assume control, or do you need some more convincing?"

Newlyn found himself shaking his head, knowing that getting such a gift invitation like that shouldn't go to waste, especially when he had a pet as delicious as the one wagging his synthetic tail in front of him. The fact that this body had belonged to him a short while ago was a fading memory, the treatment Jiro giving him in the real world altering him so that everything that made the rubber dragon who he was getting encapsulated and pushed away from his central processes. New memories were taking their place, a combination of information being uploaded filling in the gaps of the knowledge that he already had about the draconic sabrewolf as he licked his lips. It was like the creature that he was pressing his hands against was the actual Newlyn as it was compartmentalized while he pushed his cock inside.

He heard a familiar moan coming from the squeaky creature in front of him as the hybrid watched his rubbery dragon continue to shift and morph, turning more and more into the purple and black creature that he recognized as Newlyn. Seeing the shiny, lithe body squirming on his ridged cock make it all the more real that he was in fact Serathin and that any nagging thoughts he might have had otherwise were being pushed out of the way. The grin on his muzzle turned into a smile of pure pleasure as he continued to push deeper into the rubber dragon, feeling more and more like the draconic sabrewolf he looked like as the last of the smooth features on his own body turned to fur and scale.

"Ohhh... Master Serathin," the rubber dragon called out, causing Serathin to huff slightly as he heard his name. "You feel so good inside of me, can we spend all day like this?"

At first Serathin wasn't sure what to say but as the question bounced around in his skull he suddenly found the answer he was looking for connecting. "I have a lot to do today," the sabrewolf said, leaning forward and pressing his hands against the smooth, shiny pectorals of the other male while thrusting into him just like the real sabrewolf would do. "I'm sure we can find more time for this, but I'm also going to need to get some work done. Fortunately I have a position for you right underneath my desk..."

Meanwhile Jiro watched with a grin on his face as he saw the wavelengths that were coming from the restrained creature match up with the template that was underneath it. Unbeknownst to Newlyn the current simulation he was in was actually the hundredth that they had ran with him so far, all of them running through his headspace in order to simulate what it would be like to be his master. At the same time the physical modifications to his body were going just as smoothly; most of the shiny rubber had turned to the same synthetic fur and scale that Newlyn had experienced while in the latest mental landscape he was in. With his psyche sufficiently altered and the body modifications complete Jiro began the process of bringing the synthetic sabrewolf back to the land of reality.

"How did it go Jiro?" a voice behind the white rubber dragon asked, turning to see Riven standing there behind him.

"He took to the process quite swimmingly," Jiro replied as he handed the tablet over to the other rubber dragon. "While there was a bit of a problem getting him to overwrite his functions as a pet of the owner once he had grasped the concept I found quite a bit of a dominant streak to latch onto. I also managed to compartmentalize the two personalities with very little overflow, the names are the key to switching back and forth."

"That's great to hear," Riven said as he patted Jiro on the shoulder. "Why don't you go ahead and enjoy yourself at the club, I can finish up here." Jiro thanked the black rubber dragon and watched him leave, then turned back to the twitching creature who was starting to become more active. Riven went up and carefully pulled off the mask from the other male, revealing the face of the draconic sabrewolf underneath who let out a slight gasp.

"Whoa... where am I?" the hybrid asked as he started to look around, tugging on the restraints that kept his body immobile. "What's all this?"

"It's alright there," Riven quickly said as he placed a hand on Newlyn's purple-furred chest. "You'll soon remember exactly how you got here... Newlyn."

Newlyn gasped slightly as all the thoughts and feelings that were becoming familiar to him were suddenly pushed aside and replaced, the sensation of being Serathin faded away and his own memories came rushing back to him. "I... whoa..." Newlyn said as everything leading up to that point, including his time in the virtual world, came rushing back to him as he looked down at his body that was familiar yet alien to him at the same time. "Now that was a ride."

"I imagine that things are feeling a bit strange for you at the moment so I advise that you take it easy," Riven explained as he undid the restraints on the table so that Newlyn could move his new body around. "You have the mind of the pet but the body of the master, and while I could switch you back out with his mindset it's you that I need to talk to. After doing it a few times you'll be able to more seamlessly integrate your current memories to the other side so that I'm not speaking with a confused sabrewolf, but for the moment I need Newlyn here in order for you to get used to things."

Newlyn just nodded and continued to examine himself, rubbing his scaly blue fingers against one another before continuing up to the fur on his arms. It had been so long since he had his own snow leopard fur that he had forgotten what it felt like to be on his own body, and even as he stroked up and down his arms he could tell that it wasn't real. He had touched his master's fur enough to know that this was something else, like a rubbery version of the silken strands as he was helped up onto his feet. When he looked in the nearby mirror that Riven pointed him to however he jumped slightly when he thought that it was Serathin standing there instead of him.

"This is... amazing..." Newlyn said as he slowly moved forward, looking with those green eyes as he examined every detail. "How did you manage to do all this?"

"While I'm sure Jiro would have loved to bore you with the scientific process on how he has managed to accomplish such a task I'm just going to say that Serathin provided us with a brain scan and DNA and we converted it to what you see here," Riven said as he came up behind Newlyn and put his hands on the black-furred shoulders. "Your master had mentioned that he could use more than one of him in order to do things and since he trusts you he decided to give you his identity... plus I think he may be a bit of a narcissist. Of course he also doesn't want you to look like him at all times, so if you stand still I'll show you how to get completely... out of character, as it were."

Though Newlyn felt fingers pressing up against the sabrewolf snout he remained motionless just like he was told, even when they seemed to push up inside of his face. As Riven continued to slide them in Newlyn began to feel something separating and as he watched in the reflection something began to push out from his mouth. It had a familiar shine to it and all he could do was watch in rapt fascination as the blue scales of the draconic-sabrewolf's muzzle were pushed completely back, wrinkling like some sort of suit as a rubber dragon snout was revealed underneath! When Newlyn's jaw dropped it was the rubber muzzle that did so as Riven pulled Serathin's head the rest of the way back to reveal his old synthetic draconic self underneath it.

Riven wasn't done with him yet and continued to push the furry skin down until it completely revealed the black and purple rubber dragon, Newlyn huffing slightly as the black dragon played with the black sabrewolf cock that was completely erect before sliding it off and revealing the purple rubber one underneath. When he had finally pulled his legs out of it and was able to pick up the suit it looked just like his master but completely hollow. He had a chance to examine it for a while before Riven tapped him on the shoulder and motioned that he could take it off of his hands. The black and purple rubber dragon nodded and handed it over to Riven who folded it up and put it aside on the table next to them.

"I think you're going to have a lot of fun with that with your master," Riven said with a grin. "But for the moment we have something special that we would like to share with you, a tradition in Dragon Heaven that we have for all those who join our little club. Now I know that you're just here temporarily with us but Serathin said that he wanted to be sure that you got the full experience of being with us, which requires us to go to the bar."

As they walked out of the research laboratory and into the main club area of Dragon Heaven they talked about his new skin and the personality that went with it. Newlyn couldn't believe that it was already night when they had come out but Riven explained the process and how he had undergone dozens, if not hundreds of scenarios which essentially trained him to think like his master whenever he had the suit on and was called by name. The only one he remembered most distinctly was the one where he and Serathin had swapped places, a tremor of pleasure going through his shiny body as he could vividly recall all the sensations that took place there. When he told the other dragon about it he said that it would make sense since that was the moment that he allowed the draconic sabrewolf personality to take root.

When they got to the bar itself Riven promptly turned matters towards the initiation ritual at hand, though he quickly motioned over to the two handlers that Newlyn had met earlier to take over for him. As the black and purple rubber dragon looked between the two bigger males he suddenly heard the music stop, the grins on both Pyre and Tundra's faces growing wider as the DJ came on the microphone. "We have ourselves a special guest here at Dragon Heaven!" The loud voice announced. "Though he is only here with us temporarily when the master's away the pets will play, and we want to make sure that we give him as rousing of a welcome as anyone that goes through those doors!"

There was a loud cheer as Newlyn suddenly felt himself being corralled towards the center stage where other rubber dragons were bound and wiggling on display, though as they continued to walk he saw that the center stage was notably vacant. Being flanked by two muscular males made the rubber dragon shudder slightly in lust as they brought him right to that stage where there were was a pole that stuck up from the floor. At first he thought that perhaps he was going to be asked to do some sort of dance, at least before he saw the cuffs and chains that were attached to it. Under the guidance of Pyre he was brought to the poll and his hands were put up into the air where Tundra cuffed them so that they remained suspended.

Once the two made sure that Newlyn was in a comfortable position with his arms above him they did the same thing to his ankles, spreading his legs apart before securing them into place. There were loud hoots and hollers that came from the audience that caused Newlyn to feel his cheeks burn, especially when he felt his own rubber straps being placed on his body to continue to accentuate his form as well as keep him secured. When they had gotten to his collar there was a loud cheer, especially when they took his tail and put one more loop around the tip before bringing it up and attaching it to the strap of rubber around his neck.

"Welcome to Dragon Heaven," Pyre said with a grin once they had finally finished putting Newlyn on display, feeling a pair of hands press against his rubber rear to the enjoyment of those around him. "You're going to have a very fun week here."

When Newlyn was about to respond he suddenly found something wrapped around his snout, and though he couldn't see it he knew that it was some sort of muzzle or strap that Pyre had put on him. The DJ announced something else but the black and purple rubber dragon couldn't quite hear it over the cheering of the crowd as he found himself only having a few inches of wiggle room. As Pyre and Tundra left the stage and left Newlyn standing up there he found himself not being alone for long, looking over to see the red and blue rubber dragon coming up towards him with as sultry look in his eyes. Shawn began to slide up and down his body, causing the cheers of the crowd to steadily increase as the erotic display between the two males grew more intense by the second.

Newlyn found himself panting as their shiny forms pressed against one another, this latex creature clearly knowledgeable on how to pleasure another male as he dragged his tongue from his neck all the way down towards his groin. His shiny purple cock had already been throbbing hard ever since he was put in the restraints and the other dragon wasted little time putting it into his maw, his tongue coiling around the shaft as he began to bob his head in order to stimulate him further. Though the crowd was going wild it only caused a strange thrill to go through Newlyn's body, especially since there was nothing he could do about it except thrust his hips forward to get even deeper into the maw of the male in front of him. It was definitely an experience that he wouldn't have gotten with Serathin, and though in the back of his mind he realized that he hadn't called him that night there was literally nothing he could do about it as another rubber dragon guy came up behind him with a smirk on his face.

Meanwhile in hotel room quite the distance away Serathin watched as the particularly muscular rubber dragon man came up behind his restrained pet and began to push his shiny cock into him, watching as Newlyn got practically pushed upwards from the thick member stretching his synthetic hole. "Good thing I sprung for the extra training," Serathin mused to himself as he watched Newlyn's eyes widen and his cuffed hands grabbing onto the pole as the other male pushed so deep it began to bulge out his stomach, which also caused him to slide completely into the throat of the red and blue rubber dragon between his legs. "We might have to hit the clubs more often."

Serathin continued to watch the live feed from the club until he got a phone call, the draconic sabrewolf switching over the screen to see a white rubber dragon looking at him. "Good evening Mr. Sabertooth," Jiro said. "I trust that you've been looking over the footage that we've been sending you and have been satisfied with the results?"

"Oh yes," Serathin replied with a smirk. "I have to say when you made me send you all that stuff beforehand I didn't think it was going to work the way you said it would, but to watch my pet walking around thinking that he was me... it's definitely going to save me some time in the long run. So whenever he wears that suit and refer to him by my name he's going to think that he's me?"

"That is the plan," Jiro explained. "I've also included a special collar with it like you wanted to prevent from any accidental personality switches, but as I said as long as you refer to him as Newlyn or your pet you will get your pet even if he's wearing your suit. Of course if you don't believe me we can give you a little demonstration, once he's done on stage of course..."

A few hours later Newlyn arrived back at his room completely exhausted, flopping down on the bed. After his time up on the stage he had been brought over to the bar where he had been given a number of drinks, causing the room to spin slightly when he had arrived back at it. When he heard his tablet buzzing however and looked at it to see his master's face he quickly answered the call, sitting up on the bed to see Serathin staring down at him from the television screen. The two went over the usual pleasantries with the draconic sabrewolf, asking about his time getting his award while also relaying his day at Dragon Heaven, before Serathin asked him to put the suit back on.

At first Newlyn wasn't sure what that meant until he suddenly remembered, looking around until he found it neatly folded up on top of the dresser. As he looked over it he found that there were no real openings for him to slide into except for the one that Riven had shown him when he took it off, taking off his cuffs and stretching open the muzzle in order to get his legs inside. With rubber sliding against rubber it was easy to get on and for a brief second it caused the rubber dragon to chuckle when he got it up to his waist and it looked like the suit was eating him. After about a minute though Newlyn finally got it completely up and over his head, the lips of the suit pressing against his own before a quick adjustment hid the black and purple dragon completely.

"Looks like I fit you like a glove," Serathin commented with a smirk on his face.

"Yeah," Newlyn replied with a nod, once more looking over himself. "You don't know how strange it is to look in a mirror with this on and realize that I'm looking at myself."

"Why would that be?" Serathin replied. "It's a very natural look for you... Serathin."

The eyes of the disguised creature widened for a few seconds before they stared off into the distance, then the draconic sabrewolf blinked a few times before looking around. "Well this is certainly interesting..." the slightly confused creature said as he turned his head before finally seeing the familiar face on the screen. "Oh! Am I on camera or something?"

The real Serathin laughed at that and shook his head, confusing his doppelganger even more. "Jiro said there would be a bit of disorientation at first," he said. "But I have to say that I do look good like that... of course I think it would be better if I had those cuffs on, don't you?"

The synthetic sabrewolf looked down and saw the cuffs that the one on the screen was referring too. "Wait, those are Newlyn's cuffs," he said, the real Serathin leaning forward to see if him saying his own name would possibly trigger a shift in personality. "Where is he anyway? Last thing I remember I dropped him off in Dragon Heaven."

"I'm sure he won't mind if you put them on yourself," the real Serathin stated, watching as his other self just shrugged and began to put them on. The other thing that he had realized might have been a problem with this particular arrangement was that there might have been a contestation of power while in that form, but it appeared that their arrangement of master and pet was still intact... even if his other self didn't realize it while sliding the rubber bands along his synthetic fur. He was going to have a lot of fun with this one when he got home, Serathin thought to himself as he instructed his clone on what to do next for him...