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At first glance, the gym was nothing special. It was small. The walls were splattered in solid red paint, and the mats lining the floor were tattered and ripped. High above, the lights flickered, half-broken, and the air conditioning hacked and whined its way through life as if barely hanging on. The usual machines lined the back wall: a selection of elliptical machines, treadmills and bikes, all old and battered. Adjacent to them laid a poor man's selection of weights: a half-dozen rusty hoops of metal, and the bench to lift them from.

And that's where you found yourself hovering every day, because you certainly didn't come to this place for anything else. Sure, it was cheap, but you weren't that desperate. You had the cash to go somewhere more high-end, somewhere with an actual working water fountain or-- or even showers that weren't stone cold. Or maybe somewhere that smelled of something other than weed and sweat.

No, there was something far, far more enticing about this place.

As always, you'd heard him before he'd seen him, and boy were you sure getting a damn good view now. Lying on the bench, muscles taught, was a tiger, though in your opinion he was built more like an ox. From listening in, you'd learned his name was Rick. He had thick, broad shoulders, and abs that could pierce through rock. Sweat trickled down his fur, glistening under the broken light. When his arms moved the muscles rippled in an almost hypnotic fashion.

You had to force yourself to look away as he rose for a break, finding a nice, chewed-up piece of the mat beneath your feet and studying it, letting your arms work on auto-pilot as your cheeks burned. Working opposite the tiger was always an unproductive session, but damn if you didn't get a kick out of it each and every time.

When you looked up next, Rick's eyes were on you.

Or so it had seemed. At the last minute, just as your hopes had soared, a pair of guys whipped around you, obscuring your view. A shark, with dark blue skin, followed by a husky: the tiger's 'gang'. Over the hacking cough of the AC came their rowdy, almost raunchy greeting before diving into their planned routine, who was gonna spot who...

A knot settled in your stomach. Damn, they were early today.

Swallowing your thumping heart, you threw your attention back to the scruffy mat, focusing on one particularly shabby corner, and began obediently counting the strands of fibre that remained. Occasionally, you'd steal a glance upwards, maybe lean to the side to try and catch a glimpse, but the damage was already done: Rick was barely visible between the pair of guys. The weights you'd picked out sat rejected to the side, and crushing your motivation beneath. Of course, you weren't going to complain about more eye-candy, but time was running short.

"Hey," As if on cue, the husky, Mark, had caught your eye. He was well built, just like the other guys, dressed in a shabby shirt and shorts, and he always stank of weed. Stomping toward you, he snorted: "Tery--"

"Teryx," you corrected after a moment's hesitation, then craned your head around him. Rick was still there, chatting away to the shark.

"Whatever." He snorted again, regarding you warily. His eyes flickered like a fire as he stepped to the side, blocking your view. "Get lost. This is our space now."

You'd finished off his sentence by miming the words back at him. The husky watched you step away from the mat, then knelt down and dragged it over to his group, melting back into the banter without even a second glance at you.

The busy clattering and chattering of the gym faded into the background as you dipped out of the room, the air of the hallway cool against your skin. You hobbled lazily toward the locker room with a heavy sigh, a towel draped down your back. Pushing the door open felt like such a chore. The smell of sweat and deodorant made your head burn uncomfortably. All your buzz was gone. You just wanted to get home.

"Excuse me."

You didn't look up. An orca brushed past you with a gentle huff, then swung the door open and left. Glancing after him, you turned back toward your locker, then stopped in your tracks.

It was wide open.

Stumbling back in the next day, you froze before you could even take a step toward a machine.

There were eyes on you. Sharp, curious, surprised. They followed you to your corner, watched you settle uneasily into your routine. Then the voices rose. Murmurs from across the room, barely audible under the fans.

You ignored them, fumbling with your earphones. The attention wasn't an issue-- you'd gotten some looks of interest when you first started attending here, some passing compliments from the other patrons.

But this was different. This wasn't about your form.

Resting against your scales was something...new. A suit you didn't remember ordering. The fabric was soft, almost cotton-like, though it had a cold, rubbery feel to it as it sat against your flesh. Stark black to your blue skin: with a scaly pattern over the fabric, reaching down to cover your entire body. You'd plucked it from your bag and tossed it on without a second thought, but now that you were wearing it...

You'd stolen a glance in the mirror before you'd stepped out. It was snug--maybe a little too snug, sticking to your flesh like a glove. Your muscles were finely detailed through the material, sharp and bulging, but more worryingly--so was your groin. Every little detail was visible, exposed to the world.

Well, at least it was comfortable.

Music crept through your mind, scattering your concerns. Kneeling to the ground, you pressed your hands to the mat beneath and pushed your body backwards, supporting your weight on your arms. Then, with a gentle hiss, you began lowering yourself down in sets, counting to ten each time you rose back upwards. It would do, for now.

You cast your mind back to the orca that had shoved past you in the locker room. There hadn't been anyone else there at the time, not that you'd noticed anyway-- he'd left you alone at your wide-open locker. There was no guarantee, but... had he planted it in your bag?

You stopped to take a breath, rising onto your feet and padding over the collection of weights, picking one at random before walking back to your spot. You hadn't seen him before, or again for that matter, but he had to have known who you were. The receipt attached to it in your bag was addressed to you, after all. Teryx Commodore. There was no mistaking that.

But more confusing was the note attached:

Break through your limits.

Become the beast you need to be.

Wear me.

That last part in particular seemed...ominous, but your interest had already been piqued. Become... the beast you needed to be? You didn't have a clue what that could mean, but there was something enticing about the phrasing of it.

The... beast.

The din of the room around you had all but melted beneath the music blasting into your ears. Hoisting the weight upwards, you pondered the message. Why had he given you this suit? Why you specifically?

More importantly-- why had you been stupid enough to just wear it?

A figure shoved past you just then, whipping the thoughts from your mind. Catching yourself, and the weight you held in one hand, you stumbled to the side, though came to an easy rest once your eyes met your assailant. Thick, rippling muscles and a well-toned behind. You trailed his movements without a second thought, a lump working its way into your throat as your eyes flickered over his form. It was him.

Rick wore a white tank-top and black shorts down to his knees, though they did little to hide the bulk of his muscles. He didn't seem to notice you as he set himself up, whipping his towel over the bench and sinking down next to it.

Then the lump swelled as his eyes turned on you.

They were a vivid emerald-green, and they shone brilliantly even under the dying light cast from above. The silence between you stretched an eternity. If he noticed your hesitation, or the way you'd stopped everything just to stare back, he didn't make it evident.

'Say something' a voice called out from the depths of your mind, soft and distant. Yours, yet not entirely your own, but by the time your lips had unfrozen Rick had turned his attention elsewhere, leaving you with nothing but the ghost of a frown.

But it was enough.

---

From then on-- the suit became your regular gym-gear.

You'd barely had to think about it by the time you got home and collapsed into bed, and by the time you were jerking yourself off you'd already made up your mind. What did it matter if you had to keep washing it after every session? That didn't even compare to the benefits.

The suit was giving you exactly what you'd been hoping for.

It started out small, and didn't happen again for a few more days. Rick hadn't shown up since that last time for reasons unknown, but strangely enough you didn't mind all that much. Somehow... This all felt more liberating. More fun. More satisfying. There was a renewed passion burning through your gut. Working out felt...really damn good.

The next few days were hell on your arms, but you didn't yield. Even on the days you took it slower, the burn in them was still evident. It was like your body was working overtime, like your muscles and nerves were shattering and repairing at an impossible rate.

You need this, a voice would call to you whenever you thought about stopping, and somehow it kept you going. You needed this. You didn't know why, but you did.

Keep going.

Keep getting stronger.

The wear on your arms never stopped you from pleasuring yourself though. You'd take the suit off for that-- didn't want it getting ruined. Still... somehow that felt wrong. Being without it felt empty.

Empty.

Need me.

You'd shake those words from your mind, ignoring the ever increasing frequency and volume of the voice in your head. Your voice, of course.

You were just imagining things, after all.

---

"Tery."

You looked up from the tiled-floor, water dripping from your mane and onto your face. Wiping it out of your eyes, you paused. Rick was staring at you.

"Teryx," you said slowly, though Rick didn't offer any kind of sarcastic response, or else it was lost under the gentle roar of the shower.

"Yeah." He nodded, then fell silent, as if thinking on what to say next. His eyes fell to his feet, kicking the cold water around a bit.

Was he...being bashful?

As if reading your concern, Rick cleared his throat and spoke. "I, uh... Noticed you've been wearing that suit a lot. You've really gained since you started wearing it."

You turned to face the wall. Suddenly your arms felt like slabs of lead by your side. It'd been a few weeks since you'd found the suit, and quickly you'd just started wearing it everywhere. You hadn't even thought about it, to be honest. It just...felt good. Felt right. Even now, naked in the shower, your body seemed to be clawing itself inside out with need. Needing to feel it.

You'd more than quadrupled your workout results in less than a month, and it just seemed to keep growing and growing. Thinking about ditching the gym just because Rick wasn't there had become ridiculous. You wanted to keep going no matter what.

It was... almost addicting.

But you weren't worried. "You think?" The words came out in a quick stammer. You cast him a quick glance. Rick nodded, and then you turned back to stare at the wall.

"So I guess--" Rick paused to clear his throat again. "I guess-- I'm asking if I can... feel them?"

Feel them, the voice in your head whispered, far more subdued without the suit on.

Let him worship them.

You'd almost lost those words beneath the hiss of water. "Sure... Sure, yeah."

You held your left arm up as Rick approached, tensing your biceps for him. His hands were surprisingly warm despite the chill of the shower, his fur soft against your scales as he trailed a line over your arm, then gently squeezed it. He did the same moving upwards, pinching your skin in his hand as he scaled your shoulder. Why was your heart beating so loudly?

Perfect.

"Damn," he said, letting out a gentle whistle. "This is some major gain, man. How did you do it? I mean-- you weren't totally scrawny before, but-- what's your secret? Protein shakes? Steroids?"

Tell him.

Tell him.

Tell him about me.

"Just... working out," you replied, slowly pulling your arm away. Rick gave you a doubtful look, before breaking into a grin and slinging his arm around your shoulder.

"Hey-- if you don't wanna tell me now, that's all cool." He said it with a hint of accusation in his voice, though his smile seemed to betray that. "Listen, me and the guys are all meetin' up tomorrow night. Boys night in." He paused to pat your rump once, ignoring your obvious gasp of surprise before continuing. "How about you tell us all about it then, yeah? We can even play some games. If you catch my drift."

He winked.

Yes.

Yes.

Out of the corner of your eye, you could see his cock twitching. Cheeks hot, you had to force yourself to look away and choke out a reply: "Uh-- No, I mean... Yeah. Sure..."

Rick squeezed your ass and pulled away, still smiling. Your loins tingled uncomfortably, and for once, you were glad that water was ice cold.

"Good," he said, then turned his back on you, grabbing his towel from a nearby bench. "Meet us here tomorrow. Usual time. And bring that suit with you, yeah? Wanna hear where you got it from."

With that, Rick disappeared round the corner towards the lockers, leaving you to shudder under the icy shower.

---

Rick's words echoed around your mind all the way home, gnawing into your thoughts.

And that's why, the moment you got home, you couldn't help but collapse onto bed and start jerking yourself off.

It was difficult with the suit. The skin-tight material offered little give for you to slip your fingers beneath your tenting erection and grasp your cock. Ordinarily you could have just taken it off and worked as normal, but your skin was burning. More than that-- it was like there was fire crawling over every fibre of your body, searing directly into your flesh. Peeling the suit off for the shower had been hard enough. You couldn't bear not wearing it any more.

Don't take me off...

You...

Never take me off...

You wouldn't take it off.

And it wasn't just Rick's words that had you like this. His scent... his touch... the warmth of his skin against yours beneath the cold water--

It's not enough.

That's not your skin.

No... No of course... You groaned, furiously rubbing your bulging cock beneath the fabric of the suit. You wanted to feel him touch you beneath the suit. Wanted to feel him... Wanted to feel him through that.

Feel him through me...

Through us...

Through your real skin...

Panting, you fixed your glazed eyes on the ceiling, wrinkling your nose at the thought of him touching you. Of... Of all of them touching you through the suit. Maybe... Maybe they'd tie you down to a table and have turns with you... Or maybe you were just going to jerk them off and just touch you all over. Yeah... Yeah that... that sounded...

Wrong.

You stiffened, a wave of ice rolling down your spine, yet you kept rubbing yourself. That... That sounded...

Wrong, the voice repeated, louder than ever. Almost as if it wasn't just in the back of your mind anymore. Getting closer... nearer...

It continued with a lusty drawl, crackling in pitch and tone, transforming between your own voice and something else entirely with each word. Even if you wanted to block it out, you found it bouncing endlessly around your mind. Impossible to ignore.

You want to take control.

You need to take control.

To order.

To rule them.

They will worship you.

Images leaked into your mind. Thoughts of being tied down, of being used and fucked, warped like running paint. You could see yourself shifting, growing even stronger, taking control. Rick was beneath you now, taking all of your need without complaint, his moans parroted by more voices from your blurry surroundings.

You do not bow to them.

Slowly, the voice had been creeping forward, burrowing its way into the forefront of your mind. Now, you realised faintly, breath shuddering from your lips, it was all around you. Swarming you. Suffocating you. Your thoughts were slipping, tumbling from your mind like drops of rain, and when you tried to cling to them the voice would surge over you, smothering your resistance beneath its heat. Its weight.

You were still rubbing. Still bucking your hips into the air. Whining, moaning, desperate. And that desperation only grew more and more intense as the images sharpened in your mind. As those thoughts became your thoughts, merging with your reality.

Beneath you, the suit was reacting. The zipper on the back fell off with a click as you jolted against the bed, and the teeth began fusing into the material. Within seconds it had all but disappeared, leaving the spine of the suit completely smooth, as if there had never been anything there to begin with.

And above that, resting just behind your neck, a new lump of fabric had formed. One that had never been there before.

You only bow to me.

You didn't know why your hands were moving. Your cock still ached, but somehow you'd torn away from the need. Reaching back, your fingers grasped the new hood of the suit, and ever so gently lifted it above and over your head. Your mind span with words not your own.

Bow to me.

Obey me.

There is no 'you'.

There is no us.

Give me your vessel.

Your perfect vessel.

There is only me.

Only me.

Become me.

The hood quickly obscured your vision, but you didn't hesitate in cinching it down over your head. It fit like a mask: your snout and eyes slotted into place perfectly, and the fabric came to a rest beneath your chin. But it was already moving, stretching down to cover your neck and merging with the fabric clinging to your chest. The suit tightened around you all at once like a vacuum-seal. Heat flared through the material, then into your skin, and you groaned as they began to fuse together. What had once been a soft, rubbery suit was quickly hardening into scaly skin, and those scales merged with and overwhelmed your entire body.

The world began to spin as your body changed. The lights became dimmer, your surroundings became unfocused. Static rolled through your ears and head, creating a dissonance with the voice falling from your lips. Lips you weren't moving, in a body you no longer had control of.

"Obey me... Completely..."'you' said aloud, though the words were fuzzy to your ears. It was your voice, but not your words. You felt your snout stretch into a grin, felt your hands grasp your cock and pump. Your body was no longer in your control, but your addled mind couldn't process that. Couldn't understand it.

And so it sank deep into the depths of your consciousness, lost forever beneath the overwhelming strength of the suit. Of the creature you had now become.

It came with a roar, and you were lost.

---

"He's late, Rick."

Over the deafening silence in the room, that was the most distracting thing of all. You frowned at Mako, clicking your tongue in annoyance. It'd only been five minutes, yet the shark had repeated the same thing at every passing minute. "Give him a break. He's probably nervous."

"Scared, more like," Mark barked back. The husky looked at you pointedly, then cynically motioned a chicken with one hand, and thumbed his nose with the other in some kind of ridiculous dance. "Dude probably wimped out. It's a bust, Rick. I say we just bail and grab a pizza on the way home."

"Agreed," chimed Mako.

"Shut it," you grumbled, casting your eyes over the empty locker room. It was dank and smelled awful, but this was where you'd arranged to meet him, after all. "He'll show. Guy's been drooling over me for months. No way he'd miss this opportunity."

And as if on cue...

The door slammed open, and through it stepped a large, muscular dragon. He had a mane of silvery hair pressed down against a hide of thick, glistening black scales. Two, monstrous looking horns perched atop his head, and a smaller, curved once sat on the tip of his nose. He was different, yet somehow... the same? Somehow, you could tell. Somehow... this was him.

Your eyes fell immediately from his face to his physique, and something in your mind clicked.

"Woah... Teryx!" you called out eagerly, stepping toward the dragon with outstretched arms. Instead of finding his muscles though, they collapsed to your side as he raised his own. Shaking, you sank to your knees as he clasped your face, pressing the palm of his clawed hand against your snout. A purple haze erupted from it before you could speak, and your mind slipped away into nothingness.

'Teryx' flashed his teeth at you and pulled down his shorts, revealing his erection. You gazed at it dimly, and then without a word found your nose pressed against it. It was impossibly hot. The cloying scent ran through your head. One by one, your thoughts crumbled around you.

You were addicted within seconds.

A scuffle of feet around you, muffled shouts of concern, and then silence. Two bodies fell down beside your own, and soon their mouths joined yours in worshipping the beast before you. Fighting for a taste, for the chance to worship him. You batted them aside easily. This was yours.

But 'Teryx' lifted you from the floor, directing you away from his need and to his arms instead. To his thick, rippling muscles.

"Touch them," he purred.

Your fingers shook as you obediently ran them over the taut flesh. Your heart pounded like a drum through your skull. They were even thicker than yesterday. Somehow he'd gotten stronger... Bigger. The thought made your chest flutter, and your cock jerked to full mast.

You loved it.

Dimly, you were aware of more bodies joining you over time, of hands roaming and pinching the draconic scales surrounding you. Your eyes were focused solely on his face, but you could see hands moving out the corner of your eye, snouts pressed against muscle and flesh just like yours. The bodies beneath you leapt onto the dragon's need with your absence, moaning in delight at the taste and scent. 'Teryx' grumbled with approval.

"Everyone," he said, a hint of darkness crackling through his voice. His tail cracked against the floor like a whip, then looped around the neck of one unsuspecting deer and tugged his snout against his rump. Sounds of resistance quickly melted into pleasure as he began rimming him.

'Teryx' grinned.

"--Will worship me."