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I had a hard time catagorizing this one. It's sort of Bi but then it's sort of not. In any event, enjoy.

The Strange Case of Freddy MacDonald

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In the spring of 1985 a pair of komodo dragons living in Milwaukee, Donald and Feta MacDonald, had a son. They had already decided to name the child Frederick if it was male, Fredericka if female. Frederick hatched at two twenty-five a.m. at St Joseph’s MaternityHospital and Incubatorium, already weighing seven and a half pounds. His scales were black on a gold background, like his father’s, and his eyes were the colour of brass, like his mother’s. He had all of his fingers and toes, his tail was not stunted, and he promised to grow into a fine young lizard. Except for something extra.

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Frederick, or Freddy as he would prefer to be called later in life, had two penises.

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This caused a bit of a stir in the hospital. A hundred years before, any extra appendage, let alone a spare penis, would be taken as a sign of evil influence and the hatchling might have been the smothered before it could cry out for its mother. But the attending nurse was an iguana from the nursing order of the Sisters of Perpetual Patience, the female branch of an ancient order that believed that the lord wanted them to bring peace to the world by manning help desks and customer service counters. She briefly contemplated pulling out her scissors and snipping off the offensive appendage, but her ingrained tolerance and training in patience stayed her paw. It would be up to the doctors, the parents, and God, to decide this one’s fate.

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When the Obstetrician showed the deviation to the infant’s parents his mother fainted. His father said: â€Wowâ€. When his mother had recovered, the doctor recommended that they get a specialist’s opinion. Only one of the penises might work, and they would not want to cut off the wrong one. Donald cringed at the thought, Feta swooned again.

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The doctor, an older monitor lizard that specialized in the ailments of hatchlings of his kind, examined young Freddy carefully. Along with the extra penis, he noted a fold in the skin at the left shoulder that was unusual, and a problem with the baby’s right eye. He ordered a number of tests, including DNA samples from various parts of the body. The next day he called the parents over to the hospital to present his findings. Donald left Feta at home, resting in the dark.

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â€First of all, let me assure you that your sons are fine.†The specialist began once Donald had settled into the chair opposite.Â

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â€Sons?â€Â Donald asked, confused. â€You mean my son, don’t you? There was only one hatchling.â€

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â€That is the crux of Frederick’s problem, I’m afraid.â€Â The specialist continued. â€He was not alone in the egg. On rare occasions you get two zygotes inside one shell, a ‘Double Yolker’. If they are both fertilized by the father’s sperm then two foetuses develop, fraternal twins. Sometimes the foetuses fail to remain separate, they fuse together in the crowded shell. They may become attached at the hip or abdomen, even at the head, but there are still two distinct and conscious individuals. We call those conjoined twins, although the term ‘Siamese Twins’ is still used, after the nineteenth century performers Chang and Eng Bunker.â€

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â€I know what conjoined twins are.â€Â Donald replied impatiently. â€That’s obviously not the case here. What’s your point?

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The doctor was not offended by the interruption. He had learned that it was better to ease into bad news rather than blurt it out. It was easier than trying to explain the science through the wailing and crying that usually followed.

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â€On the rarest of occasions,†he continued patiently, â€one of the twins is only partially formed, and is absorbed by the more dominant foetus. This is the phenomenon that creates individuals with extra body parts. An extra leg, another arm, occasionally a second head.â€

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â€So Frederick’s second penis is part of a brother that was absorbed?â€Â Donald leaned forward eagerly. â€Will both of them work?â€

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â€They are both connected to the urinary tract and the testicles, so although it is a little early to tell for sure, they should both function. But it’s not just his penis I’m afraid. His left arm and right eye are also part of his twin.â€Â The doctor went on to explain how they had tested various parts of Frederick after discovering a slight difference in the DNA of the two penises. The left arm, from the unusual skin fold down, and the errant right eye were a genetic match for the lower penis, and different from the rest of him.

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â€They are all developed normally for a baby his age, and should continue to grow as he does, but only time will tell if he will have motor control over them. At the moment the eye and arm seem to be operating independently. Perhaps there is a small section of his brain that also belongs to his twin controlling them.â€

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â€A second consciousness?â€Â Donald was astounded.

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â€No. Nothing you could qualify as conscious, just a lump of tissue firing off neurons sporadically. These appendages may never be controllable. That is one danger, but there are others. Parts of absorbed twins can develop into a teratoma, a tumour with tissue or organ components. Teratomas have been reported to contain hair, teeth, bone and very rarely, more complex organs such as eyeball.  Such a tumour could grow and take over the vital organs, killing the host twin. I recommend removing the arm, penis and eye, and regular monitoring for new growths.â€

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Donald did not answer right away. His mate would be counting on him to make the right decision, but she would also want him to bring a healthy, and whole, hatchling home.

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â€I’m reluctant to remove the arm or the eye, doctor. Are you certain that the surgery is necessary?â€

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â€No, but the risk is high, especially with the second penis. Most teratoma cysts of this type appear at the onset of puberty and grow quickly. In females they are usually benign, but in males they are most often malignant. The junction of the host and foreign tissues are the most likely area for them to form. This could result in damaging cysts and tumours in the shoulder joint or around the eye. But the greatest risk is that the changes in the sex organs at puberty could trigger testicular cancer. The treatment would leave him impotent, if he survives.â€

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â€What are the chances that he won’t develop any cysts?â€

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â€It’s hard to say, there has not been enough research on the issue. But if he does develop them the chances that they will become malignant are better than fifty percent. Whether you remove these parts now or not, he will have to be examined every six months from age ten onward. At the first sign of a cyst it, and the related appendage, will have to be removed immediately.â€

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Donald considered that. He imagined a one-armed Frederick sitting on the sidelines watching the other kids play ball though his one eye. If there was a chance that his son could have a normal childhood he wanted to give it to him. The limb and eye could be removed later if they appeared to be a problem. But the penis, that was another matter.

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Like most fathers, Donald saw his son achieving all of the goals that he could not. Some fathers drive their sons to excel in sports, some at school, or in business. Donald’s secret unfulfilled ambition was to be a porn star, like John Holmes or Ron Jeremy. Donald had most of the normal male fantasies while going through puberty: sex with his teachers, sex with multiple partners, sex with the current crop of starlets, sex with mammals ... but he had one particular fantasy. Donald had often imagined himself with two cocks, having sex with two females at once, one sandwiched between him and the other. He could never fulfill this fantasy, but Frederick could.

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â€I’ve decided.â€Â Donald announced. â€We won’t cut anything off for now. Maybe this is how he was meant to be.â€Â The lucky bugger, he added to himself.

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The specialist tried to get Donald to change his mind, but the komodo was adamant. Donald brought his son home from the hospital that very day. On the way home he decided not to tell his mate the whole story. She would be devastated and spend the rest of her life worrying about her son. When the boy was ten he would start taking him in for regular examinations on some pretext. If anything developed he would deal with her then. And there was still a good chance that everything would be fine.

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â€One day,†he addressed the infant sleeping in the carrier on the passage seat beside him, â€you will thank me for this.â€

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Frederick never did.

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Freddy’s father died in a car accident when Freddy was nine. His secret died with him.Â

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He never told either his wife or his son about the absorbed twin. He never contacted the specialist to set up the appointments Freddy should have had. He especially never told his wife about the doctor’s recommendation to have the extra penis removed before puberty. In fact, he told her the opposite, that the doctor had recommended he keep it until they found out which one worked.

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Freddy’s childhood was slightly awkward. Relatives who stopped by to help out with the baby in the early days and babysitters were shocked to discover that the young komodo dragon had two penises. For the family’s sake however, or for the generous tips in the case of the babysitters, they kept the MacDonald’s secret; but Freddy sensed that he was different somehow.

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When he was old enough for school his parents coached him on proper behaviour. Not to fight, not to yell or scream, not to pull the tails of the girls just because they were girls. Most of all, not to take his pants off in public, ever. The Principal was advised that Freddy was a ‘special’ child and his teacher was briefed to keep a close watch on him. Donald MacDonald drilled his son on a urinal routine that would prevent the accidental sighting of the dual plumbing.

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His father explained that only certain children were lucky enough to have two, and that it made the rest feel bad. Freddy should hide his extra one so that he wouldn’t make the rest of the kids feel sad. Freddy was a sensitive lad, quick to pick up on other’s emotions, and he agreed readily.

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Kindergarten and Grade school were no problem. Many parents had taught their offspring to keep their shorts on at all costs, for various reasons. Group showering was not required and physical activity was conducted in the same clothes that one wore to class. For after school activities, soccer, hockey, Dragon Scouts of America, he arrived already dressed in the appropriate gear and left the same way. His parents would not allow him to sleep over at a friend’s house, but supervised group overnighters were okay; provided he obeyed the rules and changed in one of the bathroom stalls.

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Some of the teachers noticed that the young lizard seemed to have difficulty coordinating his paws and eyes. He seemed to be ambidextrous, but if he closed his right eye he could not seem to control his left paw, and vice versa. He grew out of that, learning to concentrate on making the opposite paw and eye work with each other.

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Freddy missed his dad after he died. His mother tried to make up for the loss, but it wasn’t the same. There had been no more eggs for the couple after Freddy, so he had no brothers or sisters to offset the loss. Already a shy sensitive boy, he withdrew further into his own world.

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Freddy entered high school at fifteen, having not yet passed through puberty. He was not the only one in his class still waiting for the testicle fairy to descend with his muscle building, voice lowering magic, so he was not considered unusual. But by the time he was in tenth grade only he and a short, skinny weasel with glasses as thick as the bottoms of coke bottles were still waiting. That made him a target for the schoolyard bullies. He did not want to complain to his mother, for fear of her making a big fuss over it down at the school. Having no male relative around to point out his lack of development, his mother was not aware that there might be a problem, so Freddy was never taken to the doctor to have it checked out. He left school at the end of grade ten dreading his return in the fall.

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During the summer, puberty made up for lost time. Freddy shot up six inches, he put on forty pounds of muscle, and his voice cracked for a month before settling down a full octave. The pants that his mother has bought him in the spring looked like shorts on him now. Freddy was looking forward to reacquainting himself with the bullies of the previous year.

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In late August, a week before school started again, Freddy felt the first twitch of life from one of his pricks.

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He was lying in bed, flipping through the fall and winter edition of the catalogue looking for the hockey gear. He needed new everything this year. About halfway through, the pages separated in the ladies underwear section. At the lingerie, to be exact. He froze and his eyes went wide at the sight of scantily clad vixens, felines, and lizards with their arms over their heads, displaying full breasts barely covered by colourful lace. The barest hint of nipples could be seen through the fabric.

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Freddy had known that these kinds of pictures were there, of course, but they had never seemed so ... desirable, until today. The sight of them made his heart race and his chest ache. He suddenly realized that he was aching somewhere else. Rolling over on his back he stared in wonder at the bulge in his jeans.

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Freddy carefully undid the button at the waist. Every move sent signals racing through his cock that were agonizing, yet at the same time delicious. He pressed the bulge down so he could slide the zipper back safely and shimmied his jeans down off his hips. He debated whether to try to manoeuvre the rod his prick had become through the fly of his jockey shorts but decided that pulling them off might be safer. As soon as he did, a pink pole of handsome proportions popped up and wavered in the air.

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It was the upper penis that was hard. The cool air circulating through the room felt good on it. He remembered his dad saying that there was a chance that only one would become a man. He looked at the catalogue again. There was a female iguana there in a tiny thong and bra combination that left nothing to the imagination. She had scales of emerald green and sapphire blue, with just a hint of gold, and breasts the size of melons. He could see the little bumps her nipples were making in the material. His mouth began to water and the ache in his balls increased, but the lower penis remained dormant.

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Oh well, he shrugged inwardly, one is more than enough.

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Although he already had the catalogue in his right paw, he switched so he could wrap that paw around the pulsing prick. It just felt more natural that way. The presence of his soft paw pads on the shiny skin of his cock sent bolts of lightning from his balls into his brain. He tightened his grip and raised his paw until it covered the head. Then he lowered it until the fleshy edge was against the limp penis and pressing down on his balls. He had never felt anything remotely like this before! He repeated the motion.

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It did not take long after that. After fewer than ten strokes he found that he could not breathe and it felt like his balls were about to explode. One more stroke and they did. Freddy was rewarded with several spurts of white that rose almost to the ceiling before arcing back to splash on his shirt, the catalogue, and in his eye. Freddy continued to jerk at his cock spasmodically, his breath coming in short sharp gasps.

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â€Freddy, supper is ready.† His mother called from the hallway.

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â€C â€" coming  m â€" mom. I mean ... I’ll be right there.â€Â Freddy sat up in a panic. Spooge slid off the glossy pages of the catalogue and onto his crotch. Both penises were flaccid now as he tried to keep the thick, sticky liquid from getting on the blankets.

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Fortunately for Freddy his mother always put a box of tissues in his room in case he got the sniffles in the night. Freddy had a feeling that he would be going through them a lot faster than ever before.

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That night, Freddy woke up, still groggy, to discover that he had an erection in his lower cock. He was fondling it with his left paw. As soon as he was awake, however, it dwindled, and his left arm returned to his side on its own accord. By the time he had shaken the sleep from his head there was no trace of the hard-on anymore. Freddy wondered if he had imagined it, but felt hopeful that one day, it too would fulfill its manly function.

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His wish was to come true, but not in the way he anticipated.

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When high school started again in September Freddy discovered a newfound popularity. His increased size and build, combined with the speed and savvy that had kept him on the teams despite his size in previous years, made him a favourite with the coaches. His impressive physique and seductive baritone attracted females that he had only fantasized about before. Guys who ignored him last year wanted to hang with him now, to take advantage of his potential as a star athlete and chick magnet. Freddy felt like he had finally had it made.

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He played it cool, mostly because he wasn’t quite sure about what to do in these new situations. He was respectful to the coaches, but noncommittal about any particular sport except hockey. He kept his mouth shut when his new guy friends started bragging about their summer conquests, but they didn’t notice, preferring a good listener to someone with potentially better stories than theirs. He was quiet around the girls too, and that just made him more of a challenge. He did not know it, but some of the more sexually active females had a bet going as to which of them would get the big, shy, silent dragon into them first.

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Females flocked to Freddy, finding excuses to talk to him in class, in the yard, by his locker. When they did they stood close, sometimes right against him. Their scent, their glistening scales or glowing fur, the soft squish of their breasts on his arm or chest, it had an effect on Freddy. He soon discovered that it was possible to pass almost an entire day with an erection, and that it paid to have extra underwear in his locker. He had not had so much female attention since ... ever. He was beginning to realize that the end to virginity was in sight, but he wasn’t sure how to proceed from here. But by the end of the week he had half dozen invitations to parties that weekend.

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Freddy had a double period of physical education on Friday afternoons. The teacher was impressed with Freddy’s performance, and so were the jocks, who welcomed him into their fold. In grade ten, Freddy was not allowed to use the benches or lockers closest to the shower, now the jocks made room for him there. The jocks showered before everybody else, while the water was still hot, and Freddy had to overcome his initial fear when they expected him to join them.

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Freddy had developed an elaborate routine for the shower that involved tucking his lower penis between his thighs and some quick towel work. It made him walk a little funny, but he was not the only guy keeping his genitals covered in the shower so it went unnoticed. The steam helped too. Freddy luxuriated in the hot water and took his time. By the time he turned the water off there was only one jock left in the shower with him, a tall lithe basilisk from the track and field team.

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Freddy was skimming the excess water from his scales. His left eye was closed because a little soap had gotten in there and it still stung. His right eye seemed to be drawn to the basilisk under the shower beside him. He tried not to turn his head to stare, but as the lizard was on his left it was difficult not to. He did not even know why he wanted to look.

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He had seen this guy around school, of course, but had never paid him much attention. He was one of those that had been part of the popular crowd since the ninth grade. Freddy noted that the yellow stripes on his brown hide ran all the way down his back and along his tail. Farther down, the scales on the guy’s ass were yellow also, except for a couple of dark lines that helped to highlight the muscles on his taut, sexy butt.

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Jesus Christ where are these thoughts coming from? Freddy tried to pull his head back around and turn his back to the basilisk but he could not drag his eye off him. He suddenly realized that there was a now-familiar ache down below. He was finally able to tear his eye away and looked down. His lower cock was sticking straight out, the upper one draped over it limply. The head of the erect one pulsed and twitched. His eyes, both of them, flew open in shock.

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Freddy looked back at the basilisk, to see if he had noticed yet, but his right eye started wandering down to the lower regions. To Freddy’s horror, and before he could think to stop it, his left arm shot out and pinched the basilisk on the ass.

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â€Hey!â€Â The basilisk yelled, and he jumped back against the shower room wall, away from Freddy. â€What the hell was that?â€

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â€Uh ... a comradely slap on the butt?â€Â Freddy tried, desperately.

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â€You pinched my ass! Oh my God!â€Â The basilisk’s eyes went wide as he noticed Freddy’s erection. â€You’ve got a hard-on!â€

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Freddy tried to cover it, and its flaccid partner, up with both paws, but the left one started squeezing it. His left eye wanted to look away but his right was locked on the pale belly of the other lizard, watching the silvery trails of water slide down his shiny scales and disappear at his ... Get a grip Freddy, he told himself. He forced his right eye closed, felt the grip of his left paw loosen, and the penis drooped.

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Freddy stood there, crimson faced in embarrassment. The basilisk had gone red too, but he was fuming.

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â€Where the hell do you get off doing something like that, huh?â€Â He spat at Freddy. â€Pinching me, coming at me in the shower with your cock in your paw. Who the hell do you think you are?â€

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Freddy opened his mouth but nothing came out. He shut it and looked down at his feet. The lizard had his fists on his hips and was leaning forward aggressively now.

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â€Christ but your type are all the same.â€Â The basilisk continued. â€See someone taking his time in the shower and you assume that he’s coming onto you. And just because that guy runs track you think that he’ll be your little bitch. Well, you’re wrong. Besides,†he leaned back and crossed his arms over his chest as he continued, â€I’m sortta going with Daryl. You know him, the center on the football team?â€

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â€Uh ... no.â€

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The lizard stepped over top Freddy, put his paws on Freddy’s upper arms and hooked one foot behind the calf of his other leg.

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â€Look. Sorry that I came on to you so harsh. I get a little nervous when someone I don’t know touches me unexpectedly. The straights have attacked people in the showers before.â€

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Freddy tried to back away but there was nowhere to go. He smiled nervously. The basilisk looked him over. Tall, well built, shyly covering his crotch, not too shabby.

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â€Listen,†the smaller reptile said, idly tracing the line of Freddy’s bicep with one claw, â€if, you know, things don’t work out between me and Daryl ...†He stepped back and put his paw to his head in a ‘call me’ gesture. â€I’ll let you know.â€Â With that the basilisk turned his back to Freddy, and with tail heal high sauntered out of the shower.

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Freddy waited inside until the basilisk disappeared behind the first row of lockers and then he rushed over to where his clothes were. He dressed without drying and ran all the way home in damp clothes.

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Freddy did not go to any of the parties that weekend, he spent the time experimenting. Remembering the night he had woken fondling himself with his left paw and the way his right eye had seemed to operate on its own in the shower room had given him the idea for his experiments. At first he used the catalogue and some old National Geographics. When they proved to be inadequate he made a trip to the city, suitably disguised with dark glasses, floppy hat and a coat with the collar turned up. He brought back material of a more explicit nature.

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In his room, with his mother safely away at an aunt’s for an evening of euchre, Freddy continued his experiments. Laid out on his bed were three piles of magazines. Those on the left had photos of nude females. There were ones specializing in reptiles, mammals, large ladies, barely legal and mature females. The pile on the right was similar, except that all of the models were male. The pile in the middle was all hard-core porn. Muscled males and busty females were copulating in every conceivable position and combination.

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After two hours of switching eyes, arms and magazines, Freddy had reached a conclusion. He went though it once more to confirm the results.

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He picked up one of the female nudie mags, it did not matter which one, the results were always the same. Without thinking he used his right paw to pick it up. He closed his left eye and opened it to a picture of a buxom iguana with her legs spread and her tail back. Nothing. He opened the left eye and felt a twitch in his upper cock. When he closed the right eye the twitch became a pulse and the penis rose up on its own. He switched eyes and it deflated. He selected a magazine with male models, unconsciously using his left paw. Right eye closed â€" nothing. Left eye closed and the lower prick leapt to life. Right eye closed again and it wilted.

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He took one of the porn magazines from the central pile and opened it to an explicit scene between a muscled, well hung male and a wet, wild female. When he stared at it with only his left eye he automatically focused on the female, and his upper dick went hard. If he switched to only using the right eye it drifted to rest on the male, and his lower prick swelled as the upper shrank. If he stared at it with both eyes and concentrated then both cocks grew equally hard.

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Freddy had heard of people being bisexual, but he was sure that this was not what they meant. He had to talk to someone about this, but who? Not his mother. She fretted and fainted over the slightest thing. If she thought he was gay she would ship him off to boy’s school the priests ran outside of town. From the rumours he had heard about the place a stint there was not likely to help. He couldn’t tell the family priest either. Father O’Donnell was old-school Irish and believed in beating the devil out wayward boys. He would probably call for an exorcism if Freddy told him he had two pricks. Maybe talking to Jimmy would help.

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Jimmy, a gecko, was Freddy’s best friend growing up, and the only one not to abandon him last year when his development lagged behind the rest of the guys his age. Jimmy wanted to be a writer and had spent a lot of time reading about and trying to understand all kinds of different personalities and types. He lived just down the street. Freddy hid the porn, left a note for his mother in case she came back before him, and headed over to Jimmy’s.

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The door at Jimmy’s house was answered by his sister, Rowena. She was a couple of years older than Freddy and her brother and was in her first year at the city college. When he asked for Jimmy she gave him a peculiar look then invited him in. She led him to the living room and gestured for him to sit on the couch. She sat down beside him, turned in to him with one arm across the back of the couch and her feet under her. She stared silently at him. He grew uncomfortable.

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He could not help but look at her. She was tall for a gecko, like Jimmy, and slim. She had hardly any bust at all. She was on the state cross-country ski team, and the sport had made her muscles long, hard and thin. But her hide was a brilliant, healthy green, with bright red highlights. The blouse she was wearing was open halfway, revealing the paler green of her chest.

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â€Uh ... did you call Jimmy?â€Â He asked her, but continued nervously before she could answer. â€I should call Jimmy, or go up to his room. Yeah. I should go ... up.â€

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â€Jimmy isn’t home.â€Â She told him. â€Him and our folks had to go into the city to register him for some writer’s workshop, you know?. There’s just you,†she walked her digits up his thigh, â€and me.â€

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Freddy gulped. Rowena had been okay when they were growing up. She didn’t get bitchy when her folks made her watch her little brother and Freddy and she even took then to the mall with her and her friends a couple of times. She would sit and listen while Jimmy and Freddy described their day, or a movie they had seen, or their crazy plans for the future, but while she was not mean she was not a friend, just indifferent. He had not seen much of her since he and Jimmy had gotten old enough to go about unsupervised.

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â€Uh ... Rowena ... Row.â€Â He tried the diminutive her brother and he had called her when they were small. â€I don’t understand what is going on here.â€

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â€I heard that you had filled out over the summer Fred. I just wanted to see for myself. You certainly have sprouted. All grown up now?â€

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Freddy didn’t know how to answer that one.

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â€Look at how long your legs are.â€Â She marvelled as she ran a paw along the closest one. â€And your arms. They’re huge.†She squeezed one of his biceps. â€Your chest, it’s like a barrel now.â€Â She patted it, feeling it for firmness. â€Has everything grown in proportion?â€Â Her paw dropped to his groin and she was staring hard at him again.

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â€Ah ... gee ... Row... Rowena.â€

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â€I know about you two penises, Fred.â€

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Freddy gasped. How the ... of course, Jimmy. Jimmy was his best friend, and you can discuss anything with your best friend. After Freddy’s dad died he had spent many hours talking with Jimmy, about life, death, fathers, stuff. He had told Jimmy about his second penis, even showed it to him. He had sworn Jimmy to secrecy. Jimmy wasn’t so sure about the ‘only good boys get a second one’ part of the story, but had promised not to tell a soul. Of course, sisters didn’t count, did they?

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â€I didn’t believe him at first, you know how Jimmy can get.â€Â Rowena was talking again. â€He’s told some pretty tall tales. But that day I took you two to the water park, and you had to borrow a pair of Jimmy’s tight swim trunks, remember?â€Â Freddy nodded. â€I could see the outline of both when the suit was wet. Pretty pathetic things they were back then, you know?.â€Â Rowena shifted closer on the couch. Freddy backed up against the armrest.

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â€When you didn’t grow for so long I figured that you were one of those genetic freaks, you know? Like Gary Colman. I thought, who cares if he has two penises if they, you know, never develop?†Rowena slid closer, forcing Freddy to lean back. She continued to stare directly into his eyes, but the paw was rubbing him down there. â€Is everything, you know, developed ... down there?â€

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Rowena managed to undo his fly with one paw while she unbuttoned her blouse with the other. Athlete’s coordination, Freddy figured. She pulled her blouse off and reached behind to undo the snap on her skirt that held it closed above her tail. Meanwhile her other paw had worked its way into his pants and was feeling around. Freddy was too terrified to react. Rowena pulled out one penis, then another. They both lay there, identically flaccid.

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Rowena looked down at the limp, but still impressively large, appendages. â€Those things work?â€Â She asked.

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â€Uh ... sort of.â€

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She looked up at Freddy’s face, Freddy’s pale, sweaty face. She realized that she might be coming on too strong.

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â€Let me help you relax.†She said. She pushed Freddy back against the couch and stood in front of him. She let her skirt drop to the floor. She was wearing only a modest pair of white panties now. Rowena had never needed a bra for her small breasts, and the muscle tone from training for the ski team had made it even less so. While she looked boyish from the chest up, she still had the slim waist and wide hips of a female. A second later, she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her panties and with one fluid motion, proved that she had the parts to match.

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Freddy had never seen a live, naked female before. His forked tongue flicked out unconsciously, tasting the air. It found the pheromones that she was emitting. Just in case his tongue had missed the hint, Rowena placed a paw on her vagina and rubbed it. Freddy watched in fascination as it split under her caress and one digit disappeared inside.  Rowena extracted the digit, glistening with moisture now, and waved it in the air in front of his nose.

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Sight, smell, taste; more powerful together than the images in his magazines had been, overcame his terror. He felt a hitch in his chest and looked down to find that his upper penis was ready for action. The lower one had barely moved. Rowena seemed disappointed by that.

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â€Ever since Jimmy told me that you had filled out I’ve been wondering what it would be like, to get it from two pricks at once, you know?â€Â She knelt down in front of Freddy and ran the tip of one digit down the length of the erect cock. Freddy shivered at the sensation. When she reached the base she squeezed the limp penis like she was trying to milk it. It refused to react. Rowena shrugged.

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â€Oh well. Too much to ask for I suppose.â€Â She climbed up on the couch beside Freddy and lay back against the other armrest. One leg was hanging off the couch with her tail wrapped around it. The other she put up on the back of the couch. She put her paws behind her head to cushion it and spread her elbows. She was fully exposed, moist slit and soft pink nipples beckoning.

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â€Come here.â€

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Freddy did not need to be told twice. He quickly undid his pants, dropped them and his underwear to the floor, and peeled off his tee-shirt. He slipped out of his low-cut running shoes, but didn’t bother to remove his socks.

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He hardly knew where to begin. Leaning over her he slid one paw behind her back and put the other on a breast. She took his head in her paws. Her lips came up to meet his as he moved closer and she wrapped her long fleshy tongue around his forked one. Her hips came up to meet him also, grinding against his erect organ. Her tail went between his legs and entwined with his.

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How smooth and pebbly her skin was, he marvelled, not dry and scaly like his. He slid just the tips of his paw pads across her breast, delighting in the sensation. Her nipple stood out in response. He longed to kiss it, and suck on it. He disengaged his tongue and lowered his head to flick it across the nipple. Rowena sighed and wiggled in pleasure when he did. There was something else he wanted to try. He crawled backwards, brushing his tongue along her pale belly as his head moved lower, and lower.

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Her vagina came into sight, just in front of his nose. It was a red rimmed slit between her legs, open to show its pink insides. It was wet, and he drank in the smell of it. He extended his tongue and waved it about in the air. Ahhh, the taste! His cock, at least one of them, strained the skin that covered it. Freddy trailed the tip of his tongue along the edge of the slippery slit. Rowena pulled his head against herself and cocked her hips to force it to his mouth.

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Freddy sank his tongue into her. He was overwhelmed by the sensations shooting through it to his brain. The twin tips tickled the tunnel inside and caressed the pad of spongy flesh they found there. She became wetter and he slurped her juices, but there were always more. He rimmed the slit and discovered something small and hard at its apex. Could it be? He used his thumbs to pull the edges further apart as he poked about with his tongue. Yes, there it was. A hemisphere of pink flesh hidden deep in the folds. It trembled as his warm breath wafted across it.

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Freddy was mostly off the couch now, and running on instinct. He curled his tongue around her clit and rocked his head to circle it first one way, then the other. After every few circuits he would stop and flick the forked tip back and forth across it. Rowena had one leg across his back, the other thrown to the side, and both her arms along the back of the couch. She was panting and urging him on as her hips rocked in time with him.

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â€Oh yeah, that’s the spot. Don’t ... don’t stop. Agghh ... yes, yes!â€Â Rowena pushed his head back suddenly and sat up. â€Wait ... wait.†She gasped. She swung one leg over his head and rolled until her tail was in his face. Rowena clutched the back of the couch and lowered her head. She got her knees up on the seat and raised her butt. Finally she laid her tail up along her sine, exposing both holes to him.

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â€Yiff me Freddy. Finish me off with your hot cock. Pound my pussy.â€Â Rowena rolled her hips like the sea before a storm. The tip of Freddy’s cock followed the rocking slit and his right paw gripped it and guided it to the entrance as he rose to his feet. As they touched he rubbed the tip against her, spreading her flowing juices along the head. Her rocking matched his rubbing and it was like docking, he slid into her until it was fully engulfed and she locked herself around the base. They exhaled simultaneous sighs and were still, for a moment.

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Rowena pulled her body forward, sliding along his cock, as Freddy pulled his hips back, feeling the suction as his cock pulled back against her luscious lips. When just the tip was left inside, they pushed back together, driving him deep inside her. Again, and she could feel the ridge on the underside of his cock bumping along her clit. Again, and he could feel the edges of her twat reluctantly allowing the head of his cock out. Again, and again, and again. Slowly, exquisitely, the electricity their friction created threatening to turn to lightning, but not yet.

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Freddy was proud of himself. He had expected to cum before he even touched her. But here he was, sliding in and out of her, giving as much pleasure as he got. He felt like he could last all night. He looked down. He had to lean back a bit to see how the inner lips dragged along the length of his cock when it came out, and how they were pushed in on the return stroke. But if he leaned forward he could rest his weight in one arm and caress her breast with the right paw. Not that there was much to caress.

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From back here her athlete’s ass and muscled back looked a lot like her brother’s. Freddy had a fleeting image, that of Jimmy below him. With the hard, muscled back, the broad shoulders, and his hips slamming against a tight ass it could be ... Freddy closed his left eye. The scene suddenly became more vivid. His right paw dropped to his side and the left went under to pinch a nipple. Rowena gasped, something had bounced against her belly.

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Freddy pulled out of her and examined himself as Rowena wiggled her hips impatiently. Both of his cocks were hard. The top one glistened with Rowena’s cunt juice, the lower one shone, the skin was so tight. It twitched and jerked like it was sniffing the air, seeking something.

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Rowena looked over her shoulder to see what Freddy’s problem was. Her eyes went wide and a smile split her face when she saw the twin towers of love sticking out from his groin.

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â€That’s what I wanna see.â€Â Rowena lowered her head to the cushion and pulled the cheeks of her ass apart with her paws.  Two holes gaped at Freddy. â€Do ‘em both Fred. Fill me up like a Caramilk bar.â€Â

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An image of steel probes squirting hot caramel into the chocolate valleys between hills that looked suspiciously like buttocks flashed unbidden through his mind. Freddy closed his right eye and concentrated his left on Rowena’s feminine waist. The lower cock began to droop. He opened the right eye and closed the left. It focused on the tailhole, which was pulsing, beckoning. One cock rose as the other sank. Freddy forced both eyes open. He reached under her to rub her clit with his right paw. His left squeezed one muscular buttock. Both cocks strained toward her.

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Freddy placed the head of his upper cock against the entrance to her tailhole. The moisture from her dripping snatch would help it slide in easier. With it poised at the gate he tried to guide the lower cock into her twat. It would not go. When he used his left paw it kept knocking the other cock out of the way to go for the tailhole. When he used his right paw to aim it went limp.

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â€What are you waiting for?†Rowena moaned from below. â€Just do it!â€

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Freddy had an idea. He backed off and grabbed Rowena by the hips. He flipped her over quickly, before she could resist, and pulled her to the edge of the couch. He dropped to his knees before her, took an ankle in each paw and spread her legs as far apart and back as they would go. That made her ass roll up, so her tail hung on the floor and the two holes were exposed again. By tilting his head and squinting a bit, Freddy could keep one eye on her ass and the other on that succulent twat. Both cocks swayed an inch away from the openings they desired.

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Freddy released one of her legs long enough to rub a mouth full of spit onto the head of his dry cock. Rowena got the drift and used her paw to spread the moisture from one hole to the other. Freddy clenched his ass and pushed forward. The two poles were a perfect match for her two holes. The upper one entered her vagina easily, the lower needed a push to spread her (his) tailhole. The head popped inside and the rim of her (his) ass tightened around it. Both of them gasped at the sensation. He rocked his hips a little, sinking both cocks a little deeper each time.  Slowly, he worked them into her until the ridge of flesh between them came up against the band of skin between her holes. The contact sent a shudder through them both.

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Holding her ankles again, Freddy clenched his abs and ass muscles to drive his cocks in and out. Not only could he feel her (his) insides, he could feel himself through the veil of flesh that separated the slick caverns. In and out he went. Widening the holes as his pricks dove deep, the bumpy surface of his cocks tickling the edges. Rowena’s head rolled from side to side in time to his thrusts, her (his) mouth open, her (his) chest heaving.

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â€Oh God, oh God, Oh God.â€Â She (he) moaned. â€It’s close Freddy, it’s coming.â€

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Freddy released his grip with his right paw and put his paw down on her clit where it stuck up from her twat. As he continued to slam his hips against hers he rolled the fleshy button under his thumb.

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â€Aaaggghhhh …†She screamed, as hot fluids erupted from her. The juices washed over his upper cock and dripped down onto the lower. They made him slick. Freddy kept going, moving faster with the help of the new lubrication. His balls were swinging wildly now, bouncing off her (his) ass with each stroke. He could feel the pressure building in them.

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â€I’m … I’m gonna … cum …†he stuttered.

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Rowena pulled her leg out of his grip and pushed herself back on the couch. His cocks popped out of her and bounced in the air. Rowena grabbed his hips and pulled Freddy up to his feet and at the same time tucked her legs under her so that her (his) head was level with the twin heads of his cocks. She (he) took his balls in one paw and both pricks in the other. Opening her (his) mouth wide, she (he) engulfed them.

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Freddy stared down at her (him) as he savoured the feeling of her (his) warm, moist mouth around him and the gentle squeezing of his balls. His eyes began to blink, quickly, but not together, and the image in his head shifted from that of Rowena to Jimmy and back in rapid succession. The alternating images filled Freddy’s brain, confusing him and making it difficult to concentrate on what was going on. He had to close his eyes and roll his head back to keep from getting dizzy. He put his paws lightly on the sides of her (his) head and urged her (him) to go faster as his balls swelled.

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â€It’s coming, it’s coming, it’s … here.â€Â He tried to warn her as he fought to keep his balls from emptying. She ignored him and clamped her mouth around the bases of his cocks and squeezed his balls hard. The dam burst and Freddy felt the burning fluid race up the shaft of both cocks to burst forth inside her (his) mouth.

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The inside of her (his) mouth grew warmer as his seed filled it. Rowena snorted and swallowed, but some of the white goo escaped to drip from the corner. As the spurting slowed to a trickle she (he) began to bob her (his) head and caress his balls again, sucking the last of his cum out. Rowena kept it up, a slow rotation that made his cocks jump when her (his) lips crossed the sensitive skin of the heads, until they started to wilt, then leaned back, wiped her (his) mouth with the back of one paw and smiled up at him.

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â€Now that’s what I’m talking about, you know?â€

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Freddy went home before his friend Jimmy returned. It wasn’t that he was uncomfortable hanging around with Rowena, he just couldn’t bear the thought of facing Jimmy after imagining him … like that. Freddy needed some time to figure things out.

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Back in his room he reviewed the results of his magazine experiment and what he could recall of the experience with Jimmy’s sister. The conclusion seemed inescapable; his right eye, left arm and lower penis were gay, but the rest of him was not.

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It was like there was a second Freddy, a Freddy from an alternate reality that had partly invaded this universe. He wondered if there was a gay Fred somewhere having similar problems with his left eye and right arm. Did he have two cocks also, or none? Freddy supposed that in the latter case it wouldn’t make much difference. But he wondered how much of gay Fred’s brain occupied his cranium. He decided to check the internet for similar cases.

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Several hours of internet research later and Freddy thought that he had the answer: fused fraternal twins, called Chimeras after the mythical creature with a Lion’s head, a goat’s body and a lizard’s tail. They had two different kinds of DNA, and different parts of the body could be one or the other. One individual had been found with only his head different. Another was split almost laterally. The thing was, unless something happened to cause them to test you for it, you never knew. Freddy, in his ignorance, supposed that an extra penis was not enough reason to conduct the expensive tests.

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Further research showed that maternal twins, even those raised separately, often had the same personalities, the same like and dislikes, and the same sexual orientation. But fraternal twins had less in common, and tended to grow into distinct individuals. Even if they looked similar one could be smart, the other dumb. One could be a talented artist, the other not. One could be straight, and the other could be gay. There was even a rare case of co-joined fraternal twins, sisters, where one was straight and the other a lesbian. How did they work that out, Freddy wondered.

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It not matter he decided finally. My head is straight, he told himself, and no autonomous body parts were going to change that. He was determined to restrict his sexual activities to the heterosexual member, and suppress the other. Maybe one day, when he was legally an adult and didn’t have to inform his mother, he would see a doctor about removing the second penis.

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But Freddy found it difficult to keep his pecker in his pants, so to speak. Just as his heterosexual awakening had left him with an almost constant hard-on around the girls, his second penis now wanted its share of the action. It stiffened at inappropriate times, without Freddy being conscious of it. In the change room, in the showers, while watching 300 on the movie channel, and whenever he saw Jimmy.

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The erection was bad enough, at least he could control that with a tensor bandage, but before long his independent eye and arm started getting into the act. When he was daydreaming in class one day one of the guys from the football team accused him of winking at him suggestively. Fortunately the guy thought that Freddy was just being a tailhole, trying to make him lose his cool. His left arm was worse. Unless he kept an eye on it, with his left eye, it would wander. It started slapping the asses of every athletic male and squeezing the cheeks of the smaller, more feminine boys. While sitting in the cafeteria one day, he was shocked to discover that paw resting on the thigh, the inner thigh, of the captain of the wrestling team, the largest alligator Freddy had ever seen. It did not help his mood when the hulky reptile reciprocated with a toothy grin.

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It was driving Freddy crazy. The more he tried to suppress them the bolder and more flamboyant they got. He was afraid to sleep without the door locked in case they figured out a way of coercing his legs into carrying them to a gay bar while he was unconscious. Not only were the mutinous appendages embarrassing him, that were making sure that if they did not get any, neither would the rest of him.Â

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When he chatted with a female his right eye would roll obscenely and his left arm would rub his crotch. Even when he tried to masturbate the arm would slap his erection down or wrestle his right arm until both were cramped. His right eye invariably sought out the men in his porn magazines, or stared at his own groin, sending images of his male self to his brain that he wanted to erase forever.

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Freddy could not sleep. He had no appetite. He could not concentrate in class. In short, the feud with his gay parts was driving him crazy. In desperation, he went to a medical supply house and made a couple of purchases.

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He came home wearing an eye patch and with his left arm strapped to his chest in a rigid sling. His mother freaked, of course. Freddy claimed that he had tripped on a crack in the sidewalk and had fallen badly. A good Samaritan had taken him to the emergency room he said. His mother called the city and threatened to sue over the poor maintenance of the sidewalks. Then she phoned their family doctor to have him examined ‘by a proper physician’. Freddy did not know what to do.

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He fled the house while his mother was looking for a camera to get photos of the crack that had maimed her son, for the law suit, before the city could fill it in. He wandered the streets with a chilly autumn breeze blowing the first fallen leaves around his feet, his tail dragging behind him. Where could he go? What could he do? Should he appease his rebellious parts by engaging in sexual acts that he found abhorrent just to be able to live an outwardly normal life? What if ..., he thought, what if I start ... to like it?

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Freddy came around a corner upon a typical Wisconsin scene. A municipal work crew was trimming the trees away from the power lines before the winter ice and snow could make them droop and cause an outage. One fellow was up in a cherry picker cutting the branches off and dropping them to the ground. A second was dragging them to a pile beside the third, who was operating the wood chipper.

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The wood chipper had a tapered opening about three feet across at the widest point. The smaller square in front of the whirling blades was bracketed by two steel rods. Freddy’s dad had explained their function to the curious lad the year before he died. They were safety bars. If anything too big for the chipper to handle got in they would cut off the power and the blades would stop. If a worker got pulled in by a lose piece of clothing their body would hit the bars before they were devoured by the machine. At worst, his dad had said, it would get an arm. An arm.

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Freddy stood there and watched the chipper work, hypnotized. When the foreman called for a coffee break he noted which button the operator pushed to stop the machine. They headed down the street to the coffee shop on the corner, leaving the key in the chipper’s ignition. When they disappeared inside Freddy drifted over to the machine. It was surrounded by wood chips and some pieces that had not been completely consumed before they had shut down. He picked one up. It was a smooth branch with its end carved to a point by the machine. Like a vampire stake, he thought, perfect for excising the devil’s flesh.

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Freddy knew what he had to do. He slipped the branch into the back of his pants, where he could reach it with his good right paw later. He released the left arm from the sling. With the right eye still covered there was nothing to guide it, and it hung limp. He took the belt from the loops of his jeans and put it around the upper bicep of his left arm. He pulled it tight. He put his right paw on the button that would start the wood chipper.

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He started to sweat heavily. His right eye twitched under the eye patch. Freddy pressed the button.

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Freddy was an adult by the time they released him from the hospital, the psychiatric hospital. That’s where they sent him after the screams brought the work crew racing back to find him standing there, blood pouring from his left shoulder, trying to jam a pointed stick in his eye.

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â€It was a hellish scene.â€Â One of them testified at the competency hearing. â€He kept jabbing that stick at his face but always moved his head at the last second. Its like he was fighting himself.â€

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The nurses from the surgical ward where they closed up his shoulder, there was no arm left to reattach, testified also. They told how he babbled about someone called â€Gay Fred†that had gotten into his head. One detailed how she had to wrestle him for control of the scalpel he snatched from her tray, before he could stab it into his own eye.

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Drugged into submission, to control what they assumed were self-destructive urges, Freddy was not able to articulate his fused twin theory. The underpaid, overworked, staff psychiatrist listened to thirty minutes of gibbering about a mythical beast that was taking over his body and concluded that he was suffering from delusion and paranoia. He recommended insulin shock therapy and a course of the antipsychotic drug pimozide. The hospital that Freddy was consigned to followed this recommendation, and added a slew of other drugs to combat the destructive side effects.Â

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They speculated that the presence of a second penis might be contributing to his delusion, but following the tenet of â€do no harm†they refused to consider removing it. Freddy would just have to learn to live with it if he wanted to be considered a well-adjusted individual.

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Perhaps if Milwaukee had better psychiatric services, or if the specialist his father had consulted was still practicing, the truth would have come out. But as it was, each time they lowered the drug dosage enough for Freddy to speak coherently again, the first thing out of his mouth was the same. The doctors began taking bets on how long it would be before he mentioned â€Gay Fredâ€, the evil homosexual twin that was trying to take over his body.  It was years before Freddy learned to keep his mouth shut.

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Once they were certain that he was not going to kill himself or try to put out his eye again, they eased him off most of the drugs. Meanwhile, they provided him with a replacement arm, with the latest bionic controls. They had managed to save part of his upper arm, and attached the new one just below an unusual fold of skin there. The therapists responsible for his prosthetic training noted that he could only control it when his right eye was open for some reason. Still, by the time he was released he could make the metallic left arm do almost everything a real arm could do.

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Freddy moved into an apartment subsidized by the state and a modest amount from the family insurance policy. He did not want to move back in with his mother, but agreed to see her, and call her every day. The outpatient clinic helped him to find a minimum wage job in a local car wash and he made plans to finish high school by correspondence.

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Freddy’s first purchase after checking out of the hospital was an eye patch. He didn’t need his left arm to work the controls of the car wash and soon everyone there thought that he was on disability for an injured arm and eye. He had to remove the patch and reconnected the arm for his monthly visits to the outpatient clinic, but exposure to the world of clinical medication had taught him a few things, and he was able to purchase and administer drugs to numb the arm, because it still tended to attack him when the eye could see to direct it.

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He spent most nights sitting in his room, watching a small television his mother had brought over, and drinking himself into oblivion. One morning he woke to find that the eye patch had been removed and that there were cum stains on his shorts. The leather glove that covered the metal left paw was stained also. Dried semen in the slit of his lower penis confirmed the culprit.

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Freddy thought about what had happened for a long time. Then, he got a sheet a paper and drew up a contract. That night, after a few drinks to numb his brain, Freddy put the contract on the table in front of him and removed the eye patch. He felt the eye move in its socket as it raced across the text. After a minute, his left arm reached out and picked up the pen he had left beside the contract. In shaky letters it signed: ‘Fred’. Freddy took the pen from the artificial grip with his right paw and countersigned: ‘Freddy’.

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Every Thursday night thereafter, Freddy settled into his padded chair with a bottle of whiskey, or a six-pack of beer, or both. On a TV tray beside him he placed a box of tissues, a tube of hand lotion, and a soft chamois glove. Just before he passed out from the drink he removed the eye patch and tuned the TV to the station that carried the sexually charged dramas, like Grey’s Anatomy. Apparently Fred had a thing for doctors. When he woke the next morning he would clean up, take two aspirin, and look forward to a weekend of peace, hanging with his old friends at the local tavern.

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Under the new accord, Freddy’s life improved greatly. He was able to sleep peacefully and his appetite improved. He had a steady thing going with a chameleon from the tavern, a female with liberal attitudes towards sexuality. He got his high school diploma and started an apprenticeship as a machinist. He was promoted quickly; his boss had never seen anyone with such a fine eye for detail, or the ability to work on two pieces simultaneously.Â

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To celebrate his new found harmony, Freddy went to the mall. He found one of those places where you could get a family crest or coat of arms made up. You could get a plaque there with almost any saying burnt into it by a computer-controlled laser. Freddy placed his order on a Tuesday and picked it up on Friday after work. He hung his plaque, the first decorative item he had purchased for his apartment, above the television.

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Later that night, he brought Chelsea, the chameleon from the tavern, back to his place. He guided her to the bedroom, with his right arm around her back, the paw snugly tucked under her breast. She noticed the plaque right off, and stopped to read it.

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 â€What’s that?â€Â She asked.

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â€It’s my new motto.â€Â He replied.

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She stared at it a moment, mouthed the words silently, and shrugged. â€I give up. What does ‘Never let your right paw know what the left is doing’ mean?â€

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Freddy nudged her toward to bedroom door. â€It means that I can’t explain right now. But drop by next Thursday, I’d like you to meet my brother.â€