Very Hungry Partners 3
Teryx continues nudging M - who introduces himself as Anthony - to be like him, and then takes the pair of them to a block party.
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Very Hungry Partners
Part 3
For TeryxC
By Draconicon
Teryx and 'M' fucked through the day, the night, and into the next morning. A variety of positions and angles were taken, and the rain dragon spent the entire time correcting the other man on how to imitate him. Mannerisms, word choice, attitude: everything was brought out and forced onto the other man. Even when Teryx leaned back to allow M the chance to start rutting him again rather than spending the entire night on top, he was still power-bottoming for the mimic, taking it and throwing back advice the whole time.
It was exhausting, to put it bluntly, and by morning, the pair of them were exhausted. They took turns in the shower - neither wanting to start another round just yet, as Teryx's balls had finally emptied and the Mimic didn't seem to need another meal for the moment - and they met at the breakfast table.
M was busy staring at the coffee machine as it dribbled, and Teryx groaned as he rooted around in the fridge for something worth the eating. He eventually settled on a bagel and tossed it into the toaster, his tail slumped over his ass.
"You...take imitation...seriously," M muttered. "I've never seen someone like that."
"Well...if you're going to do it, do it right."
"How the hell are you not freaking out about this, by the way? I thought that you'd be angry, or terrified, or hell, anything besides horny once you found out what I am."
"What can I say? I get off to the mirror sometimes."
"Freak."
"Yep."
The toaster popped, and he took the bagel free, spreading a little cream cheese over the top before joining his copy at the table. The looks were perfect, and the slight tilt of the head - just a little confident-arrogance, which was perfect - made him smile. M was starting to get it, finally.
"So, what now?" M asked. "Just...go back to normal? Or are you kicking me out?"
"Not a chance. You think that I'm losing a partner that can copy me like that? That's hot as hell." Teryx chuckled, nibbling at the edge of his breakfast bagel. "And more to the point, you're not a total bottom if you actually get a little bit of cum reliably. I mean, just because you're mostly a bottom -"
"Don't start."
"I'm just saying. When you actually stand up for yourself, as me? That's when it really gets good. You can't really pull a lot of people as a dragon bottom. It's hard; they always want us to be more of a top, and...well, you probably noticed. I mean, you were saying that you spent some time as me, right? Getting other people to notice you, enjoy you, all that? How many of them were tops?"
"...Not many," M admitted, shaking his head and leaning on one hand. "How did you deal with that, anyway? It's like everyone sees you and all but throws the collar your way. How are you supposed to get a turn on the other side of things?"
"Mostly by just making sure that someone actually does it. I had to catch you by the balls and make you do it, remember?"
It had been rather hot, too, if he was completely honest. Much as he enjoyed chasing after others, putting them under his dick and making them do what he wanted, he knew what got him off harder than anything else. Finding someone he trusted, passing the leash on to them, and then bending over? It was just perfect, and if it was someone that really knew how to hit his buttons - and he knew how to hit his own, and M did too, now - then it was just about as good as it could get.
That said, now that he'd reached a point of post-nut clarity, there were some questions that were bubbling away at the back of his mind, and he supposed that it was as good a time as any to ask them.
"So, what exactly are you?" he asked, putting the other half of the bagel down.
"Would have thought that was pretty obvious," M said, chuckling.
"Yeah, I know, you're a mimic that eats cum and transforms into something or someone else. But what is that, actually? What do you look like 'normally'?"
"Do you really want to know?"
"Well, yeah, kinda. I mean..." Teryx gestured up and down his own naked self on the other side of the table. "I'm happy to keep looking in the mirror, but I can do that most of the time anyway. What do you look like under that, if you're not trying to imitate someone?"
M shrugged, and before his eyes, the transformation occurred. Teryx found it rather fascinating to see his own body go from solid to something resembling latex that had been poured into a mold before it had been properly shaped. It continued to distort and become more and more liquid for nearly a minute before finally becoming something similar to a cylinder bent at the waist to fit in the chair, only to start reforming.
Shapes that were more recognizable pushed out of the middle of the strange form, creating arms and legs that pushed out and down toward the floor and the arms of the chair. His own towering height no longer met him in the eye; instead, M looked up at him from at least four inches shorter. Blue turned to black, and deep black at that, from head to toe, and there was nothing to break it up save for the occasional flash of light in the teeth that was coming out of the forming muzzle.
It was almost like watching something be born out of the ooze as it changed, eventually creating a wolf face that was rather handsome, if also very toothy. Long ears with a scar down the left one and a scratch along the right side of the jaw came loose of the ooze, solidified, and began the process of drying out as the rest of the body emerged.
Eventually, he had a shorter wolf male sitting across from him, though one that was stocky and firm rather than completely smaller and breedable. Thick arms, too, the sort of guy that had a workout routine that had favored the upper body by a great deal.
He looked around, seeing the heavy sheath hanging down between the wolf's legs, too. Respectable, but not as good as his own.
"So...this is you?" Teryx asked.
"Close to me as you're going to get."
"I wanted to see the real you, though," he said, shaking his head. "I thought that you had some sort of -"
"Base form? Like some sort of walking goo puddle or something like that?"
"Well, something closer to that in-between thing that you were when you first transformed, I guess, yeah."
"That's not how my species works," M said, shaking his head. "The thing is, we start out able to change based on the different genetic stuff that we swallow. Cum, mostly, but we can get by on other things, too. Problem is, the more that we do that, the longer it takes for it to settle, and the more that we need to keep the form going. If we don't keep up a regular supply, we can start to break down.
"So, how do you still have this one?"
"That's the thing. We don't have to eat cum to keep going through the different shapes and forms that we run into. That sort of thing is just the easiest way to do it, but it's far from the only way. Do you understand what I'm saying?"
"...Kinda?"
"Look. If we're not sucking on your meat, then we can end up eating your meat."
"...Oh."
M nodded, leaning against his hand as he looked away from Teryx. The dragon was busy thinking about the possibilities there; if the species could actually eat someone, swallowing them up completely, and then assume their form -
"Is there...anything left of this guy in you?" Teryx asked, gesturing at the wolf.
"Not so much; some of them can resist for a while, but most of them end up getting assimilated eventually. I guess if I really tried, I could push him out and let him live his own life again, but it'd be a looooong road to recovery if I did. And I don't even know if he'd want to come out that way. It's one of those hard things to try, and harder to do it right."
Teryx nodded. Again, something to keep in mind, and something that he would have to think rather hard about. It was the first real 'monstrous' thing that he'd heard about the mimics from M, and it was something that did color just what they were capable of, and what they could be blamed for.
"Does this shape have a name?" he asked. "Or, well, do you? Besides M?"
"Heh...I guess you can call it Anthony," M said, shrugging. "It's the name that this guy had, and it's one that I go back to from time to time. It's not that bad, either. Better than some of the fake ones that I've had over the years. And I can't remember what else it might have been."
One more thing to store away, one more thing to know about the other man. Teryx leaned back in his chair, looked down at the bagel, and chuckled as he worked on plowing through it.
"I think we're going to have a good night tonight."
"What, planning on fucking me into the mattress again?"
"On the contrary. I think tonight we can find out just how well you can imitate me. There's a block party going on a few streets west of here, and they're open invite. We can hit that up, and go as twins."
"...Twin dragons...now that's going to get a few eyes on us, that's for sure," Anthony said, chuckling. "You think that we can pull a few playthings out of the crowd?"
"I think that's almost a guarantee...if you can keep up the act."
"Oh, trust me. I'll keep it up."
"Consider this your last test. I want to see just how good you can do, and I'll be expecting the best."
#
The block party was roaring at full volume by the time they arrived, and the milling members of the party were happily half-drunk and buzzed already. The setting sun cast a lovely orange glow on the tented street, the various stalls of opportunistic vendors turning the block party into a miniature fair. Food roasted over fires, soup bubbled here and there, and drinks were passed from coolers that weren't overseen in the slightest.
It was as carefree as one could get without throwing drugs in the mix, and that was something that neither of the dragons really cared for at that point.
They walked in with nothing but a pair of shorts on each, like they'd just come off the beach. They had eyes on them from the start, and Teryx grinned as he felt the way that they were measuring him and Anthony up and down, eyes flicking over their perfect pecs and shoulders down to their sculpted abs, and then just a bit further down to what the swim trunks did nothing to hide.
"You got this?" Teryx muttered out of the corner of his mouth as they walked down the middle of the block party.
"You know I do. Why the hell do you keep asking?"
"Just checking."
It was one of those things that could go very, very wrong, but the simple fact that he had a sexy copy of himself walking right at his side only made him feel that much hotter when someone looked at him rather than at Anthony. There was something about being known as the genuine article that made him feel that much more appreciated, that much more...indulged, he supposed, compared to when he just walked down these streets on his own. Those eyes on him, his cock, everything, just sent an erotic thrill through him.
And it was only made better when he and Anthony found a good place to stop and get a bite to eat. They leaned back against the impromptu countertops, knowing what they were doing as they casually flexed their muscles, swished their tails, leaned against the chairs in subtle mirrors of one another. He could see himself in the other male, and he knew that the mimic could do the same with him.
It was more than just copying behavior; they were downright choreographed with how they were moving through the streets, showing off and indulging the whole time. And more, the attitude.
Anthony flicked a smirk down the line of other party-goers, nodding with that same sort of dragon confidence and scant-acknowledgement that always got the bottoms going. They were always eager to have someone that barely acknowledged their existence, always eager to prove themselves when they had to work for it.
Kinda stupid, Teryx thought. Lots of other desperate tops that would happily take them in, but they throw themselves at the guys with the right attitude, even if it's the wrong decision for anything more than a night of fun.
Which was all that he and Anthony wanted, to be fair. His copy wanted to find someone that would give him another form to try out, while Teryx was looking for someone to give himself a break from his own ass.
Hot as it looks in those trunks...
He chuckled as Anthony got up from the bar, can of beer in hand, and he gave the other dragon a playful spank.
"Where do you think you're going?" he asked.
"Thought I saw someone. I'll be right back."
"Don't take too long, or I might look around for someone else."
That would give the signal that he was available, at least. With any luck, someone would poke their head up and start making themselves appealing.
And if nothing else, I got that to look forward to when the whole party's done, he thought as he watched his copy walk off into the crowd, smiling to himself at the slight bulge down one pant leg that Anthony already had. He cocked his head to the side as he watched his long, yellow-topped tail sway back and forth in the crowd, and shook his head as he enjoyed the view.
Man, I look good from the back...
Teryx shook his head. Better not to linger too hard on that if he wanted to get something for himself tonight. After all, there were plenty of fish in the sea, and tonight...tonight he wanted to see what he could get when he had some actual competition.
Let's see what we have to work with...
Now that he had someone that he could trust to top him properly, he had other hungers coming to the fore. Some of the big boys got tossed right out of the running as a result; the zebra that was getting a burger down the far end of the block and the humpback that was in the middle of flirting with a mouse were not even on his radar. He looked past them and started checking some of the other guys.
There was a man in leather that could be decent. The coyote looked like he was a confident, relaxed sort of kinkster, but there was something in his eyes that glinted with a different sort of feeling. Something of a power-bottom, or at the very least, a brat. Not the sort of thing that he was up for tonight. Teryx looked on.
Then there was a smaller guy, a rat that looked like he was looking for fun. A little too innocent, though; the species screamed that he should have been depraved, but he was wide-eyed, 'young' in terms of experience, and...not really what he was going for. He wanted someone that didn't need to be soft-gloved. He wanted someone that could take it.
And then, he saw the fox.
The white-furred male caught his attention as he leaned back against a chair in front of a food cart. Provocative clothing - just a pair of fishnets and a pair of latex briefs - almost made him look like a full slut-bottom, but there was something to his behavior, his demeanor, that put a different image out. That was someone that was confident, clear about what they wanted, and more to the point, happy to show it off.
A little spread of the fox's legs - oh, he knew what he was doing. That made the latex around his crotch that little bit tighter, framing a nice-sized dick down there. Very good, very good.
Teryx licked his lips as he pushed away from the counter, leaving the can of beer behind. The two-toned blue dragon strolled through the party, swaying around some of those that were more interested in flirting with him directly. He made his apologies and excuses, but he was mostly on auto-pilot as he approached the fox. The others were clearly disappointed, but at that point, he had picked his prey.
The white-furred fox turned his head as soon as Teryx was in arm's reach, and as the fox looked him up and down, he knew that he already had what he wanted. The other man grinned, getting to his feet.
"Raphael," the fox said, offering his hand.
"Teryx."
They shook, and the fox tilted his head towards one of the more private alleys nearby, one half-blocked from the rest of the street with a bunch of boxes in the way. The crates offered just enough privacy for the offer to be completely clear and candid.
Teryx nodded. They walked off together, getting behind the crates before Raphael reached back and groped the dragon's crotch.
"Mmm, all real. Nice."
"Course it is."
"It's going to look real good swinging around when I'm fucking the shit out of you."
"Oh, cute. You think that's how it's going to go."
With a chuckle, he pushed the fox back, pinning him to the wall with little effort. The smaller male blinked as Teryx looked down at him, and the rain dragon tilted his head back, licking his lips as he looked the smaller male over.
"You know, it's cute when someone thinks that they can take a dragon, but you know how this is going to go. Turn around, little fox; I'm going to show you how good it feels to take a dragon under your tail."
"..."
"Or do I need to find a different partner who knows what kind of honor they're being given with a dragon's interest?"
"Oh-ho, no. No, you don't need to find anyone else. I want this. And I'm going to take it."
"Then turn around and put that tail up."
For all his other faults, the fox was quick to obey that command. He had his back to the dragon and his tail up and off to the side in a second, and when those latex speedos hit the ground, Teryx had a perfect view of that ass. It was nice and round, full and plump, and he licked his lips at the sight of it. Mmm, it was just about as good as he could imagine; the sheer roundness of that fox butt encompassed everything that was perfect about fox bottoms. Round, firm, just a hint of jiggle, and the perfect size to make you wonder just what you were fucking.
He pulled the smaller male closer, his cock already firm in his trunks as he pulled the waistband down. The ridges along the underside were swelling excitedly already, and he huffed under his breath as he started grinding forward, the head oozing over the fox's hole and smearing pre-cum in already.
"Mmmph, go on. I can take it," Raphael said. "I know how to take big boys like you."
"I bet you do."
Teryx didn't bother holding back; this wasn't the place for any sort of gentle touches. This was the place for quick, hard ruts. He pushed forward -
POP!
And in he went, the fox's hole stretching right off the bat to take him deep. He moaned as he pinned Raphael to the alley wall, the bricks in front of them grinding against the fox's cheek as he went deep, holding him down, filling that ass up with a good bit of his cock right from the get-go. In, out, in, out, sawing his shaft back and forth to make sure to give that pucker a good stretching.
"Yeah, that's what you want, isn't it?" he whispered.
"OH, yeah."
"Dragons are just what foxes like you crave. A good, thick dragon cock to remind you what you need. The only things that challenge bottoms like you."
"Mmmph..."
Yeah, he knew the sort of arrogance that foxes like this craved. In, out, in, out, each thrust getting faster until he was able to bury his cock up to the hilt in that tight little hole. It wasn't going to be tight by the time he was done, but that didn't matter. All that mattered was breaking it in and making sure that it got the attention that it needed.
The sucking, wet feeling of the inner walls on his cock was just enough to keep his head spinning, too. He moaned under his breath, huffing hard as he thought of what it would be like if they were doing this in public. Fuck, that would be even hotter. All those eyes on him, and maybe dragging Anthony in on this, too? Yeah, that'd be fucking hot. Hot as hell, for that matter.
In, out, in, out, getting faster and faster, scaled hips and furry ass smacking against each other over and over again. The clapping sound couldn't be that quiet, and the fox was moaning up a storm, like a good bitch. He smacked that pale rump, making it jiggle, making it tighter.
"Yeah, that's it. Show me how much you love it."
"Oh, fuck yes, I love it. Love your fat cock, you big fucking stud."
"Yeah, you do. Yeah, you do."
In, out, in, out, each time feeling those ridges just barely catch against that pucker. Never so hard to pull, but always reminding him just how inflated they were. Pulling, tugging, pushing, thrusting. In, out, in, out, feeling that rim clenching and loosening every few seconds, reminding him how much he was doing to that hole. And his balls were rolling with him, swinging forward with every thrust, bouncing off the fox's pair.
"Mmmph, you little...ah...ah..."
He picked up speed, grabbing the fox's tail for a bit of leverage as he rammed in harder, faster, deeper. In, out, in, out, each time feeling that contraction. The fox was pushing back against him, the clap-clap-clap of impact getting louder. Someone was going to find them soon, but Teryx didn't care. He was right there, about to blow his load right down that hole and leave this fox dripping for the rest of the night.
"Here it comes, you fucking...mmmph..."
"Give it to me. Give it to me!"
There was a note of desperation there that he hadn't expected, but Teryx wasn't about to slow down. His balls pulled up, his cock throbbed -
"NNNGH!"
And he was going over the edge, blowing his load deep into that hole. The sheer relief that came with each pulse was something else; he hadn't thought that he needed this so badly, but he did. Oh, he did. He ground his hips forward, grinding right into that soft, white fur, smearing the back-wash of seed all over those cheeks.
"Ah...ah...ah..."
"...I didn't expect to see you here."
Teryx groaned, looking over his shoulder. It was Anthony, but rather than looking at him with that disapproving tone, the mimic was looking down at the fox. He blinked, turning to do the same.
"You know each other?"
"You'd better believe it. Hello again, you fucking bastard."
"Hmmmph. Anthony. So good to see you again."
Teryx blinked, slowly pulling back and pulling out. As his cock popped free, the last few shots of his load hitting the back of the fox's thighs, the white fur suddenly shifted, taking on the same latex-ish shade and sheen that Anthony's had back at the apartment. It was much, much more intense this time, though, particularly as he watched as the other man transformed upward, getting taller, thicker, more broad-shouldered and more muscular.
The transformation took all of a few seconds, slightly faster than what Anthony had been able to do, and then it was done. A third dragon, naked as could be, stood with his back to the wall, his arms crossed over his chest.
"I take it that you already know we exist, so I don't see any reason to keep up the pretense," Raphael said, looking down at his fingers. "Perhaps we should take this somewhere else?"
"How about we leave you here and you just keep hunting, hmm?" Anthony said.
"Why? I'm sure we could both have some fun with this stud, here...particularly with how much he likes what he sees..."
That was putting it mildly. Teryx's erection, flagging slightly but a moment before, had flipped right back up at the sight of another naked version of him. There was still some correction going on, and he could see that Raphael was already starting to show a little more customization than Anthony was doing - bigger biceps, slightly larger cock - but there was none of the outright alterations that would make him look like something or someone different. It was...well, to put it bluntly, it looked fucking hot.
And when he saw Anthony step forward, head to head with the other mimic, it was all but impossible not to throb at the sight of a clothed boner brushing up against an uncovered one. He growled deep in his throat, huffing to himself as he shook his head.
"Home. Now."
"But -"
"Now," Teryx said, gathering the two dragons together.
"But my clothes," Raphael protested.
"Make some more or flash everyone. Don't care. GOING!"
It turned out to be flashing, as the mimics seemingly couldn't actually make clothes to cover their bodies, just make the bodies. For the first time, Raphael seemed to be actually caught off-guard, and he didn't miss the smirk on Anthony's face when the other mimic was knocked down a peg.
That was something that he'd need to keep an eye on, he supposed. He enjoyed them both, and he wasn't going to have jealousy.
#
The trip back to the apartment was fraught with a few close calls, including one point where the cops stopped Teryx in his tracks while the mimics snuck around the car to the apartment building. They were all in the same shape, and that was not helping things, but at least he was able to argue that he was one of those that had attended the block party with his clothes on. Without some proof that it was him that had run through the whole place naked, they weren't able to arrest him or take him back to the station.
When he walked into the building proper, the clerk at the front desk blinked at him. They looked back down the hall, then back at him, and then down the hall. Clearly, they were having déjà vu to the nth degree, but rather than solve it for them, he just waved and kept walking. The last thing that he needed right now was to be caught in the open with the other two mimics. Hot as it was to walk around with two copies of him, there was no way that he was going to be able to sell that as triplets. Twins was hard enough; triplets would be impossible, and even as horned up as he was, he knew that people would start asking questions.
Only get them around one at a time after tonight, he thought. Never let people see more than two at a time.
Shaking his head, he just followed the hallway all the way to his door. The other two dragons were waiting with their arms crossed, just narrowing their eyes at each other, and the original rolled his eyes.
"Inside," he muttered, tossing Anthony the key.
Once they were in the apartment, Teryx locked the door again and herded them to the bedroom. He sat down on the foot of his bed, crossed his arms, and looked from one version of himself to the other. Neither of them were entirely capable of meeting his eyes, and while he got a great deal of jealousy from Anthony, Raphael just shrugged and smiled, leaning back against the wall.
"If you want me to put on a show, I'm happy to do it; just need a partner for the fun," he said, rolling his hips, and that dragon dick just swung happily forward. "You, or him."
"I don't think that you need to be here. He's quite happy with just one of us. And besides, I have more models than you do."
"Mmm, it's pretty clear that he only really likes the way that he looks; look at the way that he stays so hard for both of us."
"If he knew -"
"Okay, calm down, both of you."
Teryx shook his head as he looked between them. Anthony was his exact copy, while Raphael looked like a more muscular, powerful version of him. Anthony was protective, almost possessive, while Raphael was more flirty, more playful, open to more different options that they could do.
They both offered many different ways to play, and it was all up to him which one that he wanted at the moment. He knew for a fact that the pair of them would be more than willing to go along with him - Raphael had already proved that he was eager for more dragon cum, and Anthony had 'broken' to enjoying their company together last night - so it was up to him how he wanted to play this.
It was an odd power trip, and one that he hoped to enjoy for a while. He rested his hands on his thighs, tapping his fingers against his scales as he looked from one to the other. They were both...so sexy, and seeing himself that way, knowing that he could be used as a bottom, a top, or anything in-between, was hot as fuck.
"Alright. This is how this is going to work," Teryx said, looking between them. "For tonight, you two are going to put on a show for me. The one that I think does better gets to stay with me for a week, and then they'll take shifts with the other one. It's the only fair way, I think, considering that we'll have to take turns to keep everyone else from noticing."
"Well, I could just keep changing shapes," Anthony said, flicking his tail in annoyance. "After all, I do have a lot of different back-ups from doing this the right way."
"Oh, relax. It's not like you need to be that concerned. We can all have fun tonight, and then if you happen to do better than me -"
"Happen to?"
"- then I'll be the first one to leave. That'll be that. Over and done with."
"..."
"Come on, little dragon. Let's dance."
The two dragons stepped closer together, and Anthony, despite himself, stepped out of his swim trunks. His slit was already opening, letting his cock out, and he was already swaying with all the confidence of a hot, muscular dragon. He was smiling, his fangs showing, and they were as much a challenge to the buffer blue dragon as his throbbing dick was to that swaying, softer thing between Raphael's legs.
This is going to get out of hand if I'm not careful, Teryx thought, one hand going between his legs and groping his cock in his trunks. But for the moment...fuck, this is hot...
He leaned back, fondling himself a few times as he got comfortable, then just let his cock hang out of his pants. The pair of copies went from dancing to grinding, from grinding to groping, and from groping to wrestling, falling to the floor with their cocks humping and frotting against one another. They fought for the right to be the first one on top, fingering each other and groping and twisting to see who could get the right angle to be the first one to put their cocks to use.
And at the same time, it was like watching him fight himself, and that only made it better. Was he a bit of a narcissist for seeing himself as the hottest thing, sometimes? Maybe, but at the moment, he was just going to enjoy it.
The End
Summary: Teryx continues nudging M - who introduces himself as Anthony - to be like him, and then takes the pair of them to a block party.
Tags: M/M, M/M/M, Transformation, Dragon, Narcissism, Self-Sex, Fox, Teryx, Series, Anal, Muscles, Flirting, Jealousy, Orgasm, Cum, Dripping, Public,