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Teryx the rain dragon sat nude on the bed in his flat, listening to the strong opening beats of an EDM track while pondering what else to do that night. He wasn't blasting the music as hard as the speakers could've done, if only out of consideration for others in the building. His immediate goal: to have his date lined up by the time the bass dropped. He could have been using his computer for this, but the decadence of Saturday-night laziness dictated that he relax and use his phone instead.

As the song soared into a trance-style movement, he was tapping away with all of the pattering ease of an afternoon rainshower... blissfully unaware that there was a monster in his apartment building's ventilation system. An amorphous, yet musically fascinated monster that was bopping along to the track as it went.

Teryx put the phone aside and sat up promptly when he heard what was definitely a wet splip sound from his washroom. It sounded a bit like... someone had upended a tub of gelatin into his shower. Not exactly a sound that one expected to hear while alone, nor in general for that matter.

The bass dropped as he nudged the door open to look inside. Then Teryx dropped a moment later, overcome by some sort of dizzying wave that made him feel like the world was turning upside down and leaving him behind. He could've sworn he heard gurgling and sucking noises as he grabbed the doorframe and struggled to right himself.

Something was funny when he regained his focus. He... wasn't sure what had happened. There wasn't anything in the room, and the music had cycled over to the next track... pretty deep into it, actually. This one was an epic classical piece featuring high-energy orchestral strings. It was... almost over.

A little concerned now, he went to his computer and was about to stop the music.

Don't.

It was less a word than a mental sensation. It was like trying to do something and having a hunch that he definitely, definitely shouldn't. It was as fierce as the impulse not to touch a hot stove.

Mirror.

The playlist cycled on to another epic orchestral romp as Teryx thought about the mirror. If he was going on a date, he had better look his best. The part about finding his date had entirely skipped his mind.

He didn't quite realize it, but his date for the evening had already found him.

His full-body mirror contained the usual familiar sight: himself, already looking just about ready for any public occasion, save for the details of clothes and a little mane-combing. Normally he would practice pickup lines here, or try on his garments and get them just right.

Not tonight. Tonight he... didn't feel like putting on any clothes at all.

On the contrary, he found himself examining his body in increasingly close detail. It wasn't like usual, either. It wasn't narcissistic admiration right now; it was an oddly geometric self-analysis. For some reason, it just felt good to be more aware of his exact shape. The way his muscles contoured. The way his scales spread over his flesh. The way his flaccid (but gradually plumping) cock rested in its sheathlike slit. The way his scrotum hung, like a pair of oversized walnuts in a blue bag. The way his hairs were -- in exhausting detail. It was like he was counting them without numbers. He felt... helpful, as if he were helping someone at his office solve some challenging problem much more quickly than normal. He was also starting to feel an odd warmth spreading.

Enjoy.

Now more of the emotional spectrum started to flow into how he saw himself. Handsome, desirable, a lovely balance of athletic and sculpted. Though, he noticed he was looking a bit... out of it? What was with his eyes? Why was he giving himself such a blank stare?

He saw his reflection's face become more animated as he thought about that. He smiled at himself and reached out teasingly, as if to touch the bulgy shaft of his mirror self. He felt his claw poke glass, but he experienced a tingly rush of pleasure in his member regardless.

"Why don't I take care of my needs myself?"

It looked like his mirror self was asking him that aloud, but he was no longer sure. He must be saying it aloud himself; that was the only logical explanation, after all. Everything about the idea felt easy and clear -- the path of least resistance for certain. Alone with himself, he could enjoy the image in front of him, thoroughly examined and documented in his mind.

That shouldn't have made him rock hard, but it did. The warmth was spreading, making him feel like he was already deep in the middle of a hot and sweaty encounter. His hips were wanting to thrust, and so he obeyed his instincts, making short motions into an open hand. It wasn't anything fancy -- in truth it was almost robotic -- but it looked much more exquisite and sensual to him as he watched his mirror self engage in what looked more like a "pole dance and pawing" routine, such as he had occasionally encountered in some of the male strip joints he had attended. Ankles spreading... knees wide, back rising and lowering against the invisible pole while his own pole throbbed with the instrumentation of a sped-up classical track.

When he came, he hardly felt the ejaculation as its own event. There was a continuous pulsing beat of pleasure both before and after... and during the middle of it, some fluid happened to issue forth. He also felt something cool coating his shaft during that time. His eyes had drooped shut as he peaked, but when he opened them, he caught sight of something black and formless in the mirror -- a mass that rose to waist height and had engulfed his shaft with precision. It took in his load, and then...

Dizzy... he felt like he was going from one altitude to another way too fast. Fortunately, the feeling lasted but a moment.

He blinked and beheld the mirror again. Now, he saw himself upright as before... and saw himself, again, behind him. Grasping his shoulders. Smiling. His double's erect cock pressing right up to the small of his back. They both had changed their angle slightly to make that fact more obvious in the mirror. Teryx's own spent shaft was lingering -- plump but soft, and pristinely clean -- in front of him.

In a fulfillment of his desires, Teryx felt his double starting to penetrate him. There hadn't been so much as a drop of lube, yet the motion was unbelievably slick, and strangely cool at first. It made his insides feel ticklish, yet the thought of submitting to himself was enough of an erotic hot-button that he felt no worries at all. He rode back against it, making a few teasing clenches as he encouraged himself to go deeper...

"Looking handsome," Teryx heard the top in the mirror say.

"No, you're handsome," the bottom in the mirror teased back.

"Seems like I jostled our mane," he heard himself say from behind him.

"I'll fix it," said the mirror top, who reached to fix his sub's out-of-place hairs while the Teryx behind him did the same.

Right, the same Teryx that the mirror was reflecting... the hairs being finger-combed were his own.

"Wanna go to the bed?" Teryx asked himself.

The other three of him replied suavely in chorus: "We don't need the bed. We have us~"

It was so true.

Pleasure was building up in his ass and snaking its way up his spine, branching out into his sides and pulsing down into the base of his cock. Every thrust from himself felt so good and so filling, and he was so big, too... even bigger than he would've given himself credit for, it seemed like, or perhaps that was just skillful penetration. Yes, it had to be skill. He was the best at nailing his own prostate; he had practiced plenty of times on his toys.

Even so, skill alone couldn't explain the way that his double's cock seemed to flex and undulate within him, expanding and probing its way deeper into his rear. It was bending down and massaging his taint from within before whipping upward and applying a stiff press to his prostate.

"Look how good you feel," the mirror top was telling him as he moaned and leaned in closer, his face pressing right up against the glass so that he was eye to eye with his direct counterpart. His face was one of vulnerability and true submission... a face that he didn't normally let others see, because it might undermine his identity as a switch. With himself, he felt safe to submit fully and to conquer fully, which is why he didn't hold back.

"That's right... make me cum again, you handsome sonovabitch...!" the mirror bottom was quietly demanding. It took a moment before Teryx realized he was saying it himself, too. Demanding more of these sensations... clamoring for the pulsing and pressing inside of him to milk out that inevitable second climax...

Then something unexpected happened. The topping Teryx hilted fully inside of him as if about to cum -- throbbed twice as if in warning... and then didn't cum. Instead, his chest melted seamlessly to flow over and around Teryx's body. Both in reality and in the mirror, he saw his own handsome blue visage melt and flex, flowing over him and covering him over. His eyes and snout were the last spot to be covered, with the gooey Teryx taking a playful open-mawed approach to engulfing the head. When the jaws shut and the eyes flowed into place, Teryx found himself in pure, black darkness and warmth... with the feeling of that too-flexible cock still inside of him.

Flexing.

Pressing.

Whipping up and down.

Teasing his prostate relentlessly while the sensations of flowing slime enveloped his shaft, suckling and milking softly at it...

With a muffled cry, he came again, this time giving up every last drop that had still been inside him. It rushed into the embrace of the waiting goo, which made a sticky suction noise as it drew his fluid into its mass once again.

Seconds later, the goo began to peel away from his head -- this time appearing to him more like what it actually was: a black, amorphous mass which had only temporarily adopted the approximate shape of Teryx Commodore. He felt no fear as he admired the liquid likeness of his face, mane, and chest parting backward behind him.

Then it grinned at him in the mirror -- fucked his ass for all it was worth, and let out a burbling, noisy, horrible sound as it erupted a cool and tingle-inducing something into his bowels. Then it yanked its entire exaggerated length out of him in a single motion, revealing an exaggerated, snake-like gelatinous take on the anatomy of his own penis. As wielded by this creature, it was nearly two feet long and flexible enough to navigate any twists it might encounter. Whatever it had left inside of him was now deep in there, as if the creature had taken extra care to reduce the odds of it escaping.

"There, now I can find myself easily in the future," he heard himself saying, as if it was perfectly logical.

As Teryx reeled from his afterglow and watched the creature gazing concurrently into the mirror with him, he felt a hum of energy that made him go numb in the legs and weak at the knees. Before he could fall down, the creature took hold of him and swept him off his feet for a kiss. The kiss was oily and otherworldly, and he could feel some of the creature's substance seeping into the soft tissues of his mouth as well...

The kiss was perfect. Calming. Sleepy, even...

And that was the end of it. That would be all that he remembered when he woke up around dawn the next day, with his rear feeling all warmed up and a faint, ongoing chemical taste in his mouth that he had to drink several glasses of water to get clear. Despite everything, he felt... unconcerned. Logically, medically, he should have been, but he wasn't. As for the fact that his flat had been invaded by a strange, horny goo-doppelganger...

Well, there were some strange things in life that one simply counted as blessings.