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“Is there a shower in this cubicle somewhere?" Twitch asked with an inquisitive glance. Rhys nodded. As an officer of rank he had a private bathroom. Most of the other crew members had to use the communal washrooms. He had never been so glad of it in his nine years as captain.

“Good," Twitch continued. “Now get in it. You need a very good clean."

It took Rhys a few seconds to realise that he had just heard a starat giving a direct order. It wasn't until he had opened the door to his bathroom that he realised he was obeying it. It was another few seconds still before he noticed the starat following him in.

“What are you doing?"

Twitch shrugged. “Nothing I haven't seen before. Besides, you need someone to show you what needs to be done and how to do it," he said, giving Rhys a gentle nudge to push him onwards.

Rhys shook his head incredulously. Though the starat was technically correct, he had done nothing to allay Rhys' concerns. However, Rhys could also tell that Twitch was not to be deterred. He settled for a compromise that was, whilst not exactly comfortable, at least bearable. He stripped down to his loose underwear, held up only by his tail that was forced through one of the leg holes, as he removed his borrowed starat's uniform for the first time in his eight days of isolation.

“These stay on," he said firmly as he bundled up the uniform and threw it into the usual corner.

“Whatever you like, Captain Rhys. Now get in. Water as hot as you can," Twitch said, an almost sadistic smile lighting up his eyes. Rhys yelped as Twitch placed his hands on him, but his protests quickly descended into a quiet purr that was barely audible over the cascading water that drenched them both. Twitch's hands moved all over Rhys' body in a firm and fast brushing motion. He started around Rhys' head and neck before slowly working his way down. And down. And down.

Rhys felt almost paralysed as Twitch started to smooth out his tail, freeing it from the confines of his underwear. All that kept his sodden clothing up now was the loose grip he was barely able to maintain with his trembling fingers. Even that failed when Twitch's hands squeezed his rump. His underwear fell to the shower floor with a wet slap, leaving him completely nude in front of his twin.

“That's it, no need to resist," Twitch whispered, running one clawed finger up Rhys' spine, making him shiver. The cascade of water silenced Rhys' pitiful squeaks of protest. No matter how much he tried to deny it, his body was already starting to betray how much he was enjoying himself.

With his free hand, Twitch reached around and gave Rhys' sheath a gentle squeeze.

Rhys yelped, his eyes snapping open as he felt the touch on somewhere so alien to his mind. He looked down and lifted Twitch's hand away, staring at his new anatomy. He had been consistently drunk enough that he hadn't even noticed his sheath before.

All thought was pushed from his mind as Twitch squeezed again, coaxing the tip of his cock from his sheath.

“Oh Jesus fucking Christ," Rhys moaned, his legs almost buckling, forcing him to lean against the shower wall. It wasn't long before he was fully erect, smaller than he was used to but proportionately much larger.

Spinning him around, Twitch pushed Rhys back against the wall, their identical erect five inch shafts rubbing against each other. Taking them both in one hand, Twitch gently began to caress them, gently stroking the slightly tapered tips while his other hand pushed back on Rhys' shoulder, keeping him pressed against the wall.

“Mmm, so that's what it looks like from here," Twitch murmured, lovingly caressing the twin shafts in his hand. Rhys looked Twitch in the eye; identical blue eye staring into the other. Both filled with need and desire.

“I want to know what I feel like," Twitch whispered, before slowly lowering down to his knees.

“Oh… oh fuck," Rhys said as Twitch nosed against his balls, tongue flicking out to lap at his scrotum. Then he gradually moved up, teasing Rhys' sensitive shaft from base to tip. Clearing his nose of water, Twitch took a deep breath before taking Rhys' full length at once, the tip of his shaft tickling the back of his throat.

Rhys' head rocked back against the wall as Twitch's tongue teased his cock, skilfully finding every point of pleasure. He closed his eyes, legs trembling as he struggled to stay upright. He didn't even notice Twitch pull back, the cascading rivulets pouring over his flesh enough to keep him more aroused than he'd been in a long time.

Sudden pressure on Rhys' shoulders forced him off his feet, dropping down to his knees and putting his head right into the torrent of water. He opened his eyes to see Twitch's cock bobbing just in front of him, blurred by the curtain of water that poured from the fur on his forehead.

Inexperience conflicted with instinct as Rhys leaned forward, running a tentative tongue up Twitch's cock. The starat's low moan was enough to encourage Rhys on, and with one hand he fondled his twin's balls, the other holding his tail. The taste was strange to him, a little salty but nothing too overpowering.

Careful to keep his needle-like teeth away from the sensitive shaft, Rhys copied Twitch's movements of a few minutes before, filling his muzzle with his partner's thick cock. He surprised himself by being able to take the full length, the tip just touching the back of his throat as his nose just touched Twitch's abdomen.

As Twitch's hands stroked his back and shoulders, Rhys curled his tongue around the starat's shaft. The cascading water drowned out most of Rhys' hearing, but he could feel the deep moans vibrating across Twitch's body and through his cock.

Rhys quickly got used to it, teasing the tip with his tongue before sucking hard as he took the full length. Twitch's grip tightened on his shoulders.

Just as Rhys was starting to build a steady rhythm of bobbing up and down, Twitch pulled back, leaving Rhys' muzzle empty and craving more. But Twitch had other ideas, growling as he picked Rhys up and pressed him against the wall again. Rhys barely had time to find his feet before Twitch bit him hard on the neck.

Rhys howled as arousal flared within him. The pain was nothing to the fierce burning of desire.

Hoisting his clone off the floor, Twitch pinned Rhys between his hips and the wall. He growled again as he pulled Rhys' tail to the side, ignoring the half-hearted protests that could barely be heard over the shower. His rigid cock found Rhys' tailhole.

“Just relax," Twitch said as he slowly started to push, feeling Rhys stretch ever so slightly to take him. His cock was lubricated enough from the water and Rhys' earlier attention that it didn't take much force at all.

Rhys moaned, wrapping one arm around Twitch's neck for support as the starat penetrated him. There wasn't any pain, just a slight discomfort fogged by the intense arousal the bite had given him. He was barely able to think straight, emitting only indistinct squeaks of pleasure as he slowly slid down Twitch's shaft.

“That's it. That's good," Twitch hissed as he hilted himself within Rhys, who offered no response but for a whimpered moan. The clone was almost the perfect fit for him, tight enough to enhance the pleasure, but not too much to cause discomfort. “Ugh, I never thought I would feel so good."

Twitch started to thrust, slowly at first but picking up pace until Rhys started to whine with arousal. His own pleasure was growing, the incredible sensation of fucking his clone building him to climax so quickly.

Water cascaded off both of them, slickening Twitch's shaft every time he partially pulled out. He was close now. They both whimpered, echoing each other's raptured cried.

“Unf, so good," Twitch moaned, his thrusts becoming more erratic as his climax built.

With a frenzied howl, Twitch unleashed his load inside Rhys, who echoed the cry moments later, spilling his seed over his saturated chest. Twitch panted, not wanting to move, loving the warmth surrounding his cock and the cascade of water started to wash Rhys's cum away.

His legs and tail dangling uselessly, Rhys pulled Twitch's head closer and kissed him firmly on the lips. “Fuck," he whispered as they parted a few seconds later.

Twitch grinned. “That's all you've said for ten minutes. Starat got your tongue?"

“Oh go fuck yourself."

“I thought I just did?" Twitch replied, sticking his tongue out.

Rhys tried to answer, but his mind was still fogged by the fading arousal, and the thick cock stretching his tailhole. All he could do was moan as Twitch slowly withdrew, his legs giving way the moment his feet touched the floor. He slumped to the floor, water pouring over him as he let the pleasure linger in every limb.

“Now I think it's time to get you cleaned up," Twitch said.

Rhys nodded, feeling lightheaded from the attention Twitch had been giving him. So many new sensations to process and so few thoughts in his mind. He purred as Twitch started massaging his shoulders, removing the knots in his fur.

Maybe this body wasn't going to be so bad after all.