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A Transformative Experience

"Are you sure about this?" Prescott looked anxiously towards the Iguana, who was looking somewhat nervous himself. The blue marten was wearing some casual clothes, a pair of blue basketball shorts and a far-oversized white tank top, the length of which was just enough to accommodate his oversized torso.

"Yup! Sure as I'm gonna get!!" Scine admitted, rolling his shoulders as he took off the unbuttoned overshirt he was wearing, leaving him in just a pair of blue jeans and a green, plaid striped shirt that blended well with his green scales. Scine pulled a small, leather bound book that looked older than the two of them combined, but small enough to fit in his pocket.

Prescott was sitting in the living room of his own home, fidgeting slightly as the smaller lizard flipped through some pages of the book. It was a simple apartment, a couch and a loveseat, a small table between them, and a fluffy white rug over an imitation wood floor. "Alright, but this is just... temporary, right? Like, I don't like the idea of needing to explain to my friends and family that this was a sex thing, you know?"

"Oh, of course! Most magic exists as a temporary modification to its fabric. Well... Fabric isn't really a good word. It's more like really thick custard?" He paused as he got to a page of the old book, free hand coming to his lip and chewing on it nervously. "So, like, everything around us? Everything that we see, feel, smell, and know? That's it's 'still state.' But, you could take a spoon to custard and swirl it around and make a really neat spiral pattern, right? That would be a spell. I mean, well. Kind of. You know what I mean, right?" The reptile smiled nervously, before getting the hesitant nod from the marten. "Right! Okay, so, like. You do a spell, and it has changed reality in some way. BUT, eventually, when you leave custard alone for long enough, it will settle back down into its flat state again. So, anything magic does is more or less undone by magic in the long run. Now, there are permanent results from magic, like, if you make a fire, then the fire burns something, but the 'magic' that was making the fire isn't permanent, and..." He trailed off for a second. "Er... Point is, by and large, magic isn't supposed to be permanent, and most things will undo themselves in time!"

The mammal's face was a cross between overwhelmed with information, and just staring off into the distance. "O...kay, so... basically... 'Reality' doesn't like being changed by magic, so anything magic does, reality eventually fixes?" Prescott forced a smile on his face, still not sure about it, but not to the point of wanting to delay or just say no.

"Pretty much! I mean, that's mostly my understanding. I'm not really a wizard or anything, it's mostly just what I read in this little spell book. Still! Come on, it will be fun!" He flipped through another page, before setting the book down on the table, and clapping his hands together. "So, you've got the candles and stuff, right?"

Prescott opened a drawer in the coffee table, and pulled out the various different items that the reptile had requested. A lot of it was eclectic things, none of it seeming to really match together, like a wishbone from a chicken, a pound of cactus needles, and aged sage. But, Scine seemed happy, so that was good enough for the marten. He reclined backwards in his couch as he watched the lizard get to work, scribbling some circles, and setting up some esoteric ritual.

"Alright! So, next part should be fairly easy." Scine admitted after about fifteen minutes of work. He stood up and started lighting the candles. "Okay, so, give me your hands. You don't have to repeat what I say, it's latin, so I get if you can't say it back." After getting a nod from the marten, Scine grabbed both of his hands, and held them over the circle. He closed his eyes and started mumbling out loud, "Et hoc modo nihil. Et hoc modo nihil. Et hoc modo nihil." The candles seemed to glow all the brighter as he spoke, and the cactus needles started to smoke and fill the apartment with a haze. Then, in a blink of an eye, a gust from nowhere blew out the candles, and the smoke vanished entirely.

"Is... is that it?" The taller mammal asked, fidgeting awkwardly at the clearly magical smoke. He didn't get much of an answer from the iguana, at least in the verbal sense. He was pulled right up to Scine's chest, and pressed into a sudden kiss. Prescott was surprised, to be sure, but the intent of inviting the little lizard over WAS for some lewd times. As he felt the tongue push into his mouth, everything suddenly felt... different.

A cold chill ran over his whole body, like the gust from before, but without the buffer of his fur. Opening his eyes, Prescott looked down at his arms, just in time to see the blue fur retreat, as though growing in reverse, and replaced with scales. Even as he was watching it happen, heart racing, he started to lose his balance. Prescott looked at Scine, only to realize that the reptile was getting taller... No, wait, he was getting smaller. As he shrank down, two things occurred: First, his center of gravity was all screwed up, and it took Scine holding firmly onto his hand to keep him from landing on his ass. The second was, as a result of his shrinking, his clothes no longer fit! His pants were pooled around his ankles, and his shirt looked more like a greek toga than anything.

Taking a moment to gather his bearings, Scine placed him on the couch. Looking down at his new form, Prescott was distracted by his new wider, flatter hands and fingers, clenching them and opening his fists back up to feel the slight sticky feeling. When he looked back up, Scine had returned with a mirror. Looking back at Prescott was a small blue gecko. It took him a few moments of staring and checking to make sure it wasn't a trick before just being amazed that the magic had actually worked.

"You know. You look a lot cuter like this." Scine teased. Prescott finally peeled his eyes away from the mirror, to notice that Scine had elected to shed his own clothing as well, leaving two reptiles sitting naked on the couch. "You good?" The green lizard's voice had shifted to being much more concerned. This was supposed to be fun for both of them, but if the now-gecko was not good, he wasn't going to force anything on him.

"Yeah... Yeah, I'm fine. Just a lot to take in. Magic, ya know?" The gecko mumbled out with a nervous chuckle, his big eyes looking the nude iguana up and down. "Everything feels so different. Not bad, just... wow." He ran his fingers up and down his torso, getting a feel for the scale-on-scale tactile sensation. He grunted softly as the green hand came over and was placed onto his belly, rubbing small circles as Prescott let out pleasured chirp.

"So, you remember what I said I would show you afterwards?" Scine leaned in, placing his cheek on the top of the gecko's head, humming softly as the small circling hand moved further and further down, until it reached Prescott's brand new genital slit. The soft gasp from the smaller male only egged the green one on further, rubbing along the edges of the vent a bit, before he would push his finger in.

Prescott groaned loudly as the new sensitive bits were teased by the smooth scales of the iguana. Already he could feel his arousal making itself known, to the point that when the fingers were pushed inside, they were immediately greeted with the brand new dick that the gecko was sporting. "O-Oh, okay, huh, w-wow." He sputtered, clenching his toes as the finger toyed at the dick and the inside of his slit. "Nnng.. This is nothing like fingering my sheath."

"Well. Since you're already so eager and excited, how about we go to the really fun part, hm?" Scine grinned, reaching under the little gecko's hands and lifting him up, just enough to place him in the iguana's lap, grinding their slits together. Scine couldn't stop from grinning at the lewd groans that the smaller lizard was making. His own rod slipped from its vent, taking a moment to grind against Prescott's slit, before pushing into it as well. The larger iguana groaned out at the warmth, and the tightness, able to feel the smaller reptile's shaft twitching against his own.

"O-Okay, hoooookay, okay, mmph." Prescott gripped into Scine's shoulders, biting his lip and rocking his hips against the green reptiles'. He could feel more and more of Scine's shaft pushing deeper into him, making his slit feel tighter and tighter, as his own cock felt trapped inside it. Soon, there was a large bump between his legs, and taking a brief look down, he saw a large bulb of flesh that had popped out of the reptile's vent, grinding against his own. Every thrust of their hips was met with a wet sound as their two shafts pressed against each other inside of him.

"Heh, don't think you'll be able to last much longer?" Scine teased as he let his hands slide down the gecko's back, gripping at his ass teasingly. The blue reptile shook his head, huffing and panting, finding it difficult to make words. "Well. If that's the case, then let me help you out a bit." Scine teased as he gripped more firmly onto the gecko's backside, thrusting more firmly. Every moan that left the blue lizard's lips just aroused Scine further as he pressed his knot more and more firmly into the new slit, until he was finally able to push it in entirely, flooding the inside of the gecko.

Prescott gripped tight onto Scine's shoulders, only able to make high pitched incoherent grunts with every throb of that thick iguana dick inside of him. His whole form shivered and shuddered as he felt Scine wrap his arms around him, and the next thing he knew, the orgasm that he was on the edge of finally washed over him, throbbing and unloading his seed. All trapped inside his own slit, only a little bit managed to ooze past the fat knot lodged inside of him. Because of the excess pressure, it only seemed to make his orgasm take longer. After what felt like hours, the gecko's whole body collapsed, limp, still trapped hip-to-hip with his now-larger iguana friend. "F...fuck." Was the only thing he could accomplish saying.

"I'm glad you enjoyed yourself." Scine teased, kissing prescott's cheek, rubbing his back up and down in the afterglow. It would be another ten minutes before his knot would shrink to the point of releasing the floodgates, so the iguana made sure to lift his friend up and walk, carefully, to the bathroom, trying not to jostle the full belly too much. He'd sit on the edge of the bathtub, and pet the swollen stomach of prescott. "You know, you look really good like this, right?"

"H-Hush." he huffed out, qutie out of breath from the whole ordeal, but certainly loving every second of it. He had gone flaccid, but Scine sure hadn't, and with the sheer amount of spunk, his stomach was still quite pudgy. He could feel the pressure getting worse as the knot shrank. He bit his lip and gripped onto Scine for support, until finally there was the sudden release of all of it, soaking, well, mostly the gecko's hips, as it all poured out and flooded into the bathtub. The release of pressure from within him just made it all feel like a second orgasm. Huffing and panting, it would finally be over, and the lizard would smile up at the bigger one. "S-So uh... Not that I'm not having fun or anything but... How long is this gonna last?"

Scine leaned in to kiss at the gecko's nose, rubbing his back up and down still. "Well, that's... something the spell wasn't quite specific about." He admitted, a blush crossing his green scales.

"What!?" Prescott sputtered out, heart racing again, gripping tighter, the only concern in his head being the transformation.

"Calm down! It's primarily connected to reptilian contact." He explained, voice calm and gentle, reassuring above all else. "You're... well, still quite full of lizard, and I'm sure your body has absorbed some of the fluids from making out and fucking, so as soon as that is out of your system you should be fine!" Scine reached up and stroked along the anxious reptile's scalp. "At most, if you give yourself a good clean out, you should be back to normal in a day or two."

That certainly did help the gecko calm down. Now that he was no longer attached at the hip, he would slide off of Scine's lap, and reach over to turn on the hot water. "Well... Either way, we do need a bath. Care to join me?" He asked, smiling, his blush casting a purple shade over his blue cheeks. While there was certainly a lot more teasing and groping in the shower, it was mostly focused on getting clean, and once they were done, stepped out of the bathroom, wrapped in towels, flopping onto the couch.

It was late enough in the day that Scine needed to make sure to head home soon. After about another hour of cuddling, Prescott would give him a hug goodbye. The evening was... well. There was no stopping the gecko from experimenting with his new body some more. Mostly a lot of fondling and fingering and getting a proper orgasm outside of his slit as well. The next morning, he was back to his usual self again... Almost.

As he examined his blue fluffy body all over, there was something that wasn't quite right. Underneath the base of his tail, there was a small, circular patch of blue scales. In a panic, he dialed up his iguana friend. "Scine! Scine there's something wrong."

"What?" Scine yawned loudly into the phone, having always been a bit of a late sleeper. "Did you cut yourself or something?"

"No! No, nothing like that. I still have scales! Just... just a few, I guess. It's right under my tail so it isn't super noticeable, but they haven't gone away!"

"OH! Okay, so uh... surprise!" He paused a bit, and when silence was all that he was greeted with, he gulped and continued. "So, uh... Turning someone from one body into another isn't... easy. And there's kind-of a need for an anchoring point. So, that's where I put it for you." He explained.

"But you said magic always goes back to the way things were! Like... like custard!"

"I said MOST magic does. This is more like... if I left the spoon on top of the custard? I guess? It keeps the divot there, and stops it from going all the way back to normal!."

"What!? Why! That's... what's that even mean in the long run? Is it going to keep spreading?" Prescott's voice was getting more and more anxious by the second.

"Calm down! Calm down. No, it's not gonna spread, it's gonna be just like that until we decide that we want to play again." Another bit of silence on the line. "Look, you didn't want to be permanently a gecko. So, this is just... a work around. It lets you go back and forth. Kindof. Just uh.. Try to keep other lizards away from it, alright?"

"What... What do you mean by that? What happens if another lizard touches it?"

"Well, uh... It will reactivate the spell? I DID tell you that it was based on reptile contact, right? Well, there you go. If a reptile makes contact with it, the spell activates."

Prescott was pacing back and forth in his room, biting his finger, trying to figure out what to do. "But what if something happens on accident?"

"As though someone is going to be touching that part of your body on accident. And if they are... Well... We both know how cute you looked like a little gecko, getting stuffed by a big lizard."

Prescott whined as he heard that... but even as he did, looking down, he could see the firm bulge in his pants that sprang up from the thought.