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Very Hungry Partners

Part 2

For TeryxC

By Draconicon

Teryx slept better than he had for weeks. The feeling of being stuffed full, even knotted before dropping off prompted a number of very good dreams, and there were more than one which contributed to a bit of a spasm through his body as other orgasms were milked from him in the night. He gave himself over to the pleasure, merely enjoying it as much as he could, and he dreamt of hard use, good partners, and a great deal of cum.

When morning came, he expected to be in a puddle, but he was not. The sheets, as a matter of fact, were startlingly dry, and he could feel...

Yes, the cocks -

Wait. No. Not cocks. Cock. Just one. And it was slowly changing in shape inside of him, the knot finally going down, and there was something different about the shaft, too, something that was almost familiar.

Where do I...

It clicked a split-second later. It felt like that time he'd gone and bought a 'Clone Your Willy' kit, and how it had felt to have a clone of his own dick inside his ass. The only difference was the knot, and that was rapidly going down, shrinking away, leaving nothing behind to lock it inside of him.

The two-toned rain dragon turned, looking over his shoulder. Looking back at him was an exact copy of himself.

The two dragons stared at each other, their eyes widening in tandem with each other. Teryx looked down, saw that dick sliding out of him, and then looked up. It was like looking in a mirror as the other dragon did the same thing in the same moment, and it was only when Teryx was about to open his mouth that their actions diverged.

The other dragon leaped for the edge of the bed, and Teryx leaped after him. He managed to tackle his doppelganger to the sheets, pinning him momentarily, only for the other dragon to flip them over. He landed on his back, almost banging his head on the footboard of the bed, but he wrapped his arms tight around his clone before he could run again.

"Who the hell are you? Where's Brett?" Teryx growled.

"Let go of me!"

"Not a chance!"

"Nnngh...let go, you sexy brute!"

"Not until I hear where you - nngh!"

The fake Teryx bumped him forward, the top of his head ramming against the headboard. He lost his grip for a moment, and the other dragon managed to roll back. Teryx sat up, only to be tackled -

But not by his clone. No, it was Brett again, the great white shark shoving him back and rolling him over. Teryx grunted, his head spinning as his arms were pulled behind his back. He was still trying to find his equilibrium as his wrists were tied together, pinned in place at the small of his back, and the shark - or his clone, or whatever he was - reached beneath the bed.

"I know you have some toys down here somewhere..."

"Nnngh..."

"You stay right there."

Teryx didn't have much choice, shaking his head and groaning under his breath. He was still trying to figure out what the hell had just happened, and his wrists were pinned in place with...oh, damn, they were the fluffy handcuffs. Those were the worst.

He grumbled as he wiggled from side to side, seeing if he could get himself upright, but the bindings were good enough to keep him where he was. Too sleepy, too out of it to really fight back. That was just lovely.

Would have been great if Brett had been up for something like this last night...

The shark stood up again, holding several different accessories in hand. A plug, a latex mask, a blindfold, some harnesses - okay, there were quite a few things there, and most of them would go a long way towards keeping him from making any trouble for the other guy.

He groaned as he felt his arms being bound that much tighter behind his back, his legs locked open with a leg-spreader, his vision cut off with the blindfold before the hood was slid into place. It was all getting more and more intense the more that was pulled over him, and he grunted as he felt the leather x-harness getting locked in place around his chest. The extra control that allowed the stranger to pull him around could not be denied.

"I just wanted to have some fun here, and you had to throw a fit," the stranger said, the voice fading from Brett to his own once more. "I don't know why you're making such a fuss. You were having fun, weren't you?"

"Who are you?" Teryx managed to ask.

"Just call me M."

"M? For what?"

"Mimic, I guess," his own voice said. "Now, I was going to be nice, but now..."

"Mmmph...what do you want?"

"You."

Teryx couldn't see as he was tilted and turned, but he guessed that he was being laid on his back. His tail was gently guided down between his legs, supporting his balls slightly and resting between his thighs. It wasn't the most comfortable to lay on his arms like this, but it could have been worse.

Hell, there were some partners that had made sure that it was worse.

"You've got one hell of a body, Terxy. It's been really good for me, being able to mimic you. Easiest hookups I've ever had."

"..."

"I've been getting all kinds of guys interested in your body. Course, it only lasts for so long. I need the source again and again. I was fine with coming back every so often, but if you're going to get all bottom-y on me, then I'm going to have to find a different way to get it out of you...and make sure that you're not wasting it elsewhere."

Teryx groaned. Before he could respond, however, the mimic shoved a ball-gag past his lips, locking it in place behind his head. He grunted against the rubber plug, shaking his head from side to side.

"And until I need you again, I can keep you right here...ready to be on tap for any top-ups I need."

There was something about that statement that sent a shiver down the dragon's spine. It was one thing to have someone charmed by him to the point of wanting him like this; it was another thing to be turned into little more than a resource for someone else. His cock twitched, rising slightly from its slit, and he could hear M chuckling to himself.

"Well, that's promising."

"Mmmph!"

"Hang on, hang on. Just one more thing before I head out."

Head out?

Just what was M going to do with his body? What was the mimic going to -

"MMMPH!"

The rain dragon hissed and huffed as a rubber plug started sliding past his rim, working its way deeper and deeper into his pucker. His eyes went wide behind the blindfold, keeping him from getting any more comfortable. He tried to close his legs, or move his tail, but he was too well-bound.

"Mmmph...mmmph...nnngh..."

It was one of the bigger plugs, too, he realized, big enough to really make him feel the stretch as it pushed in deeper, deeper, deeper.

"Mmmph..."

And his cock started rising as it rubbed right over his prostate, grinding down on it and giving him a hell of a weight in his ass. He moaned, his cheeks burning beneath the hood as he felt his cock pushing out of its slit once more, revealing itself. The more that the plug went in, the more that it stretched him, the more that his shaft twitched and hardened.

There was no commentary from M, but rather just a little more pressure. The dragon copy was pushing down, grinding the cone plug deeper, deeper. He twisted it, pulling the dragon's rim around the toy for a moment before letting it loose again, and Teryx groaned as it suddenly dove deeper, pushing in -

POP!

And then it was in, locked and knotted against his hole, leaving him whispering and hissing under his breath against the gag. The pleasurable, full feeling that came with it sent a shiver down his spine, keeping his cock hard for the moment, though not yet dripping.

"See if you can stay hard. I'm going to see if I can find any of your colleagues that want a shot at you."

"Mm?!"

"Heh, don't blame me. Blame your hot body."

Footsteps followed, then the sound of drawers opening and closing. Teryx couldn't even throw himself sideways; he was too well-restrained to the bed. Even if he could get off the bed, what would he do? Wiggle like a worm to the front door and wait there like a good little rubber slut?

Wait. No, that was...

No, no, that was not appealing. It wasn't...

Was it?

The draws clicked shut, a zipper went up, and the footsteps returned as his clone walked out of the bedroom. Teryx groaned, but if the sound was heard, it didn't make a difference. M was gone, out to look for more prey, and he was left behind.

Bound.

Trapped.

Plugged.

If this was a little less scary, then this would be the hottest experience of my life...

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Teryx's dick eventually stopped throbbing, though it never fully went back to its slit. It just hung there, resting on his balls, almost like some of the more 'free-hanging' species out there. The pressure on his prostate and the little reminder of the plug every time he shifted his weight even the slightest amount kept him from fully going soft, and the little struggles every so often pulled at his restraints, reminding him of the pure pleasure of being held in bondage like this.

It was a nightmare.

It was a dream come true.

His sense of time went funny, and he wasn't sure just how long he was left alone like that. Could have been an hour, could have been five, but when he heard the door click open in the distance, he was more than relieved. He was ecstatic, and even the sound of a second voice didn't dampen his enthusiasm.

"Mmm, it's been a long time since we did something like this," a familiar voice said.

"Well, I thought you could use a treat."

"Well, your dick is always a treat to me."

Hector?

Hector from Accounting had always been a bit of a flirt, but he never would have thought that the Doberman was into him. That was something to keep in mind if this ever shifted to a situation that was less...restraining.

But the Doberman was definitely someone that he remembered quite clearly. The other guy was a little shorter than him, though not by much. An inch, if that, but with a good set of shoulders, a broad back, and narrow hips that looked like they belonged on a sports-player of some sort. He'd had a nice package, too, the sort that looked fit to burst through his pants at any given moment.

Kinda hot, that. And he wondered how hard he'd get while getting fucked, too.

The footsteps were coming closer, and closer. Soon, they had to be in the room. The conversation stopped for a moment, then -

"Who the hell is that?" Hector asked.

"Just a toy I'm keeping around."

"A toy - you do this? You keep people? Why didn't you tell me?"

"Oh, you know. I like to keep some surprises."

Almost right, Teryx thought. Too flamboyant, though. Be cocky, if you want to be believable, not limp.

"Now, get naked. I'm going to take his blindfold off so he can watch."

"Mmm, kinky."

Teryx groaned against the ballgag, grunting and huffing to himself as he heard his copy coming closer. He wanted to pull free, to be part of this, but the ropes, the restraints, the cuffs, everything kept him pinned in place. There was nothing that he could do to just rip himself free, not like this.

The blindfold, thankfully, came off easily. He still had the hood on, and he knew that Hector wouldn't recognize him from his eyes alone. M looked down at him, whispering even quieter than usual.

"Time for you to see how it looks when you fuck someone."

"Mmmph. Mmph!"

"Just watch."

"Mmmph!"

He all but arched his back from the bed, his cock flopping around. He wanted to be part of this, too, but -

No, he wasn't going to get the chance. M had already turned around, but at least Teryx could see what was going on, now.

Hector had taken off his pants, and the big dog was certainly big down there, too. The Doberman had a dick at least nine inches long, and it was still rising as he turned around, showing off his ass. A nice, thick rump, the sort that would take a pounding, but one that was muscular enough that it would have very little jiggle to it.

Damn. That was just about his favorite kind.

His doppelganger groped at his cock, the same ridged shaft that Teryx had rising from his own groin at that moment, and he watched as his massive dick started rising. He had never seen it from an angle like this, and it was surprisingly hot to see someone else using his body this way. It was hotter still to imagine how this would feel, and he whimpered, his ass clenching down on the plug deep inside once more.

"Heh, how about you shake that ass for me and the slut?" M said.

"Hehehe, he's that deep?"

"Oh, he's a good boy. I make sure that he stays a good drippy dragon."

Better, Teryx thought. I would say something like that.

He couldn't believe that he was critiquing the way that M was imitating him, and even complimenting bits and pieces of his performance. That really was too much, but at the same time, he couldn't stop himself.

He bit at the gag as he watched the copy of his dick throb to life, oozing pre-cum from the tip as M stroked it, grinding it into that pucker. Hector had clearly taken some dick before, though just how much was hard to tell. Whatever the amount, he wanted more...so much more.

Teryx whimpered into his gag as he watched his clone slowly pop the tip past that hole, sliding in, filling the Doberman with what he clearly needed. That nub-tail twitched, flicking back and forth in response to the sudden thrust, and the accountant arched his back, thrusting his hips back to meet that shaft.

"Mmmph!"

He moaned as his cock throbbed, oozing pre-cum over his belly. He couldn't pull his arms out to touch it, his tail was tucked down and locked against the leg-spreader he wore, and all he could do was stare and pant, clenching on the toy in his ass again and again for some little bit of stimulation.

Barely any, there. He was already so used to it that it didn't really give him any more. But he needed it.

He needed more.

So much more.

"Mmmph! MMPH!"

He kept groaning against the gag, lifting his hips and thrusting at empty air as the little teasing rut in the corner continued. They were clearly getting into it, M starting to fuck a little faster, drill that hole a little harder. Hector, for all that he was taking it easily, moaned for more, shivering as he was taken.

"Mmmph...you feel so...so big."

"Dragons, hon. Dragons."

Not me. Ugh. That was not his way of talking. They'd fucked so many times, why did he still get it -

"And I'm going to make sure that you remember...exactly...where you belong under me..."

Better...fuck...

His cock needed to be inside of something, needed it so bad that it hurt. He moaned under his breath, against the gag, deep in his throat. He whimpered as his cock strained, feeling so tight and taut, the pink flesh puffing and throbbing, the ridges standing out even more than usual along the underside.

"Mmmph!"

Finally, M looked back at him. The other dragon cocked his head to the side, then slowly smirked, popping his cock free.

"Mmph! Why'd you stop?" Hector complained.

"Let's make this more fun."

"What -"

"Come here. Let's make use of the toy on the bed."

"Oh, I like that...I like that a lot."

"Come on."

Before Teryx could say a thing, M was straddling him. The feeling of his cock sliding between a pair of cheeks - even his own cheeks - was a hell of a lot better than nothing. He arched his back, trying to thrust properly, only to feel the weight of his own hips pinning him down, keeping him in place.

"How do we want to do this?" Hector asked.

"I'll use him as a plug, and you ride me."

"Heh, sounds like a plan."

"Don't keep me waiting."

Good...that's good.

It wasn't much, but as soon as he felt the copy of his pucker rubbing against his cock, he forgot about his complaints. Sure, it wasn't him doing the fucking, but at least his cock was finally getting some attention, some stimulation. He moaned out loud as his cock was swallowed up by that hot, pink hole, pulling it right down to the base, covering his shaft properly and leaving him completely sheathed in someone else.

Of course, without movement, that was hardly enough, but then...

"Ah...yes..."

"Mmmph..."

The feeling of Hector taking his position on M's cock, seeing the hound's ass getting spread so close to him, was enough to keep him throbbing. And then...then they got right back to it.

"Ah...ah...ah..."

The soft moans filled the air, getting louder with each passing second, and the soft 'smack, smack' sound of that ass coming down on his clone's cock meant that he got a little warning just before M came down a little harder on his cock. It was never a proper bounce for him, more of a grind back and forth, but it was something, an edging tease that made the view that much more stimulating.

Fuck...fuck...fuck...

Teryx had never been edged like this before, never had this intense sensation of having his cock sucked by a puckering asshole, nor the feeling of someone riding him like this. By proxy, almost, where he was getting some of the stimulation, but not all of it. He was little more than a living dildo like this, and not even a thrusting one, at that.

Up, down, up, down, watching as that brown-furred Doberman ass swallowed his clone's cock, and getting all the more riled up from it, Teryx shivered and panted, moaned and almost drooled around the gag in his mouth. He wanted to thrust, wanted to rut, wanted to fuck so badly. Each little bounce was little more than a tease, and he curled his toes against the sheets as he desperately tried to get off.

Yet, M was making that impossible, making Hector do all the work, and sending nothing more than the feeling of impact through the point where they were connected. Teryx could feel himself oozing so much pre, flooding that pucker with how drippy he was getting, but it was never more than that.

You...asshole!

He was going crazy with raw lust, and his eyes were rolling back in their sockets, his fingers all but cramping as he clenched his hands into fists in pure desperation. He was so close to getting off, so near to getting what he wanted, but it was being held right at the edge. Again, again, again, Hector bounced down, and he could all but imagine that cock being his, but he could never quite get over the edge.

"Nnnngh!"

"Mmmph...getting close," M muttered.

"Please...fuck...fucking..."

"You're going to get a filling...a good one..."

What about me?

There was no answer, response, or help for the rain dragon. If anything, M went stiff and quiet, just letting Hector do the work, and while it was so good to feel a copy of his ass clenching around his cock, that tight clench didn't give him any of the rippling pleasure that he needed to go off. His cock was on the verge, right there, but that tight pucker was squeezing so hard around the base of his cock that he might as well have been wearing a chastity ring to keep it all back at that point.

He groaned.

He whimpered.

But it was M that came. There was the slightest ripple through the inner walls of the mimic's ass, his scaly cheeks rubbing against Teryx's thighs, but it was too little for him. The original dragon grumbled, moaning in frustration, while Hector and M moaned for real.

The dribbling seed of the copy-dragon oozed out from the Doberman's stretched hole, dribbling over his groin. Teryx could feel the heat, the warmth, everything, and he just wished that he had contributed to it.

"Good boy," M said.

"Mmph...god, that's even better than I thought it'd be."

"Keep being a good boy, and you'll get even more."

"Oh man. Like what?"

"Like my mouth."

"Ohhhh, yeah...Dick me and suck me..."

"Hehehe, like I said. Be a good boy, and we'll see."

Half-right, that one. Not as bad as some of the others, but a little too outright gay. It was better to be charming than fully flamboyant, using that part as a bit of spice, a little tease, not going so far as to let it become everything.

Why am I - Nnngh!

The slurping feeling of that hole coming off his cock made him want to scream, but there was nothing that he could do about it. M was already walking Hector to the door, the two of them collecting their clothes on the way and leaving him behind. His cock throbbed all but impotently, needing just that little bit more to cum...then a bit more...then a bit more...

Soon, it was nothing more than a standing pillar of flesh, no longer dribbling as it had been when it had first popped free. It wasn't going down, but the sheer annoyance of full-on blue balls had settled in, and he growled against the gag. Oh, the things that he would do...oh, the fucking things...

There was a click, door closing, and then...then the footsteps coming back. Hector must have left, which meant that M was still here.

His clone returned, crossing his arms as he looked down at Teryx. The rain dragon looked at himself, shaking his head in utter annoyance and need.

"You ready to be a good dragon?" M asked.

"Mmmph..."

"I can't tell what that means."

"..." Teryx nodded.

"Good. Now, I'm going to untie you. If you so much as thing about running for it, I'm going to change to something even stronger. I'm giving you a chance here; don't make me regret it."

Oh, there was a chance here, alright, but probably not for the thing that the mimic was imagining. Teryx nodded again, and he relaxed as much as he could as the mimic started undoing the worst of the ropes and restraints.

The leg-spreader came off first, tossed over his shoulders, and the feeling of flexibility returning to his tail was just as good as the feeling of getting his legs free. He stretched them out, rolling them one way and then another, then allowed himself to be rolled over. The handcuffs came off, and then the arm-binders.

It wasn't until the ball-gag and hood came free, however, that Teryx actually made his move. With a grunt, he rolled them, not just over, but completely out of bed. He slammed his copy against the ground, rolled over -

And forced those legs up.

He stared down at himself, huffing, puffing, growling. The raw urge to rut had taken hold, now, and he wasn't going to be holding back any longer. He'd been good - very good - all night and all day. He had been a good dildo, he had held back, he had done everything that he had been asked to do.

And now?

Now, he was going to get his reward.

"What - you -"

"Never assume a dragon is completely broken."

"But you -"

"And you don't know me as well as you think."

Oh, the feeling of actually moving again. The sensation of sliding his cock as he liked between those ass cheeks. They were a perfect copy, and he had never imagined that he had such a hot ass. No wonder the few tops that he had been able to find were so eager to take a turn fucking it.

Just need to find more...so much more...

He rolled his hips forward, grinding in, then back out, then in a little further, feeling how his rim resisted, how his copied-pucker was completely holding back this time. Well, he was a dragon; he knew what to do with that.

"NNNGH!"

M gasped and shivered as he rammed past that hole, filling it to the brim as he needed, wanted, craved to do. Oh, the actual feeling of something quivering around his cock was just what he needed, and it almost dragged him over the edge right then and there.

"Mmmph...you need...more practice," Teryx said.

"Stop - nngh!"

"You don't know how to be me, yet."

"You can - you can't - ah ah ah!"

And M clearly wasn't ready for an actual pounding from a dragon that had a lot to offer, and a lot of need to break down. It was one thing for the mimic to blow him and enjoy the taste of his cock and cum. It was something else entirely to try and withstand what the dragon had to offer when he was on top, and when he needed to blow a few loads.

And yes, he had a few backed up. He would be at this a while.

"Too gay, too flamboyant. Anyone that really knows me would ask questions."

"Nnngh!"

"And not firm enough."

"Nnngh...gah...gah..."

"And you don't push hard enough. My charm is firm...direct..."

"NNnnngah!"

And then the mimic came, spurting more of the dragon's seed over his own chest, painting himself from the pleasure of getting pounded. It was a good show...but not quite enough for Teryx.

Flipping M onto all fours, he slapped his cock across his cheeks, enjoying the way that they flexed, before he rammed back in. The mimic slumped down, fast-down, ass-up, and it was just perfect.

In.

Out.

In.

Out.

Teryx jackhammered his own ass, growling as he did, leaning forward to push the other man down. He could feel the scales shimmering beneath his hand, quivering as if they were going to break and go back to whatever M's normal form was. He squeezed the back of the mimic's head, pulling on one of the horns.

"Don't you dare."

"B-but -"

"I'm not done fucking myself."

"So...nnngh..."

"You hold this shape. You wanted to be a dragon? You're going to learn how to do it right. And I'm going to get what I want out of it, too."

It wasn't going to end that fast. He wasn't going to let it end that fast.

In, out, in, out, his balls papping gently off the sac hanging between the mimic's legs, his cock swelling as he felt the first of many orgasms coming. The sheer bliss that he got from the new spasms, the fact that he was back in control, and everything that came from just rutting away, told him that the switch had been flipped again. Back to dom, back to top, for now.

And when he switched again...the mimic would be waiting for him.

"Gonna give you...exactly...what you...NEED!"

Teryx roared as he rammed in up to the hilt, his cock jumping as he came, and came hard. Each little throb through his shaft was followed with another burst of seed, another blast of cum that pulled his balls up tight. The mimic beneath him moaned, shivering, and he had a chance to see what he looked like as a bitch.

A good, dripping, horny bitch.

...Look pretty damn good like that, actually...

The End

Summary: Teryx wakes up to find that the bottoms were all a mimic doing different shapes, and now, the mimic looks like him.

Tags: M/M, M/M/M, Dragon, Doberman, Self-Cest, Copying, Cloning, Mimic, Teryx, Anal, Dildo, Plug, Rutting, Threesome, Orgasm, Cum, Teasing, Edging, Miniseries,