Shice sat down on the couch casually with Cynder sitting beside them. Shice had to deliver a package from afar and, with it sent to Cynder, he was finally ready to fly back home! After a bit of rest. Luckily, Cynder the purple and pink dragon let Shice sit and rest his wings while Cynder herself talked with them about the travel, even going as far as inviting Shice to stay the entire night if he wanted! But Shice didn’t want to impede, so with a casual shrug, Cynder stood up and walked off to take a hot shower and leave Shice to watch television.

For two dragons things were rather casual, as if having big powerful dragons didn’t change the world that much, heck even with magic the world was still modern! Shice was a little curious as to Cynder’s home though. He had heard stories about Cynder and wanted to see how true they were. Unable to help himself, he stood up from the living room and walked over to the closed bedroom door of Cynder’s. His dark wings folded up and his teal tail swung softly behind his scaly body. He had no intent to steal, merely to look around and see if those rumors were true. His claws wrapped around the handle and slowly opened the doorway. ‘She said this was going to be a long shower, but let’s not dally forever. In, out, five minutes.’

Shice slowly opened up the door to the bedroom. His ears tilted back, as if expecting an alarm or other security device to go off, but… nothing. He opened up the bedroom and glanced around. Her room looked so… plain. There was a large bed, a dresser with a television on it, and a small bookcase beside the bed with a lamp on top. 'You would think for a dragon as big and popular as her that she'd go more… fancy?' Ah well, perhaps Cynder had something in her closet. Dragons often had skeletons stored in the closet, sometimes literally.

Shice was about to open up the closet before he spotted a bracelet, a silver bracelet akin to that of a shackle. He had seen Cynder wear these before, but he didn't remember the dragon wearing them at all today. He picked one up and immediately felt how heavy it was. Okay, Cynder must have used these for weight training, noted, Shice figured. Sating his curiosity, he slipped the bracket onto his wrist and sealed the clasp around it, locking it into place. 'Heh, this does make me look cooler. I'd say almost 20 percent cooler!' 

Shice wasn't sure how long Cynder was going to be, so he couldn't keep this clasp on for long. He was quick to also realize that the one he put on wasn't meant for the wrist, but the ankle. "Ah well." He grabbed the bracelet and tried to pull it off, but to no avail. The thing was heavy and made of iron, but it closed around him so easily, so surely it should open just as, right? 'Wait, she isn't supposed to have ankle bracelets. Man, that's weird.' He spun her wrist around to look at the clasp, only to find none! It was as if the thing melded together on his body. Worse yet, he saw purple coming out from underneath the accessory on his wrist and arm, as if the circulation to his body were being cut off, but it wasn't that tight!

'Okay Shice. Just relax. It's not going to pull off. I can't twist it off.' His heart began to pound as he repeatedly thrust the bracelet back and forth on his wrist in a vain attempt to loosen it when all he did was spread the purple on his scales. The purple looked more as if it were different scales entirely rather than painted on, as if Cynder's accessories had a magical effect on bodies.
'It looks so much…rougher?' Shice thought. His wrist also looked thicker… almost as if…

His hand suddenly lunged forward and grabbed the other bracelet. With a yelp, Shice grabbed his hand with his other one in an attempt to stop whatever the heck was going on, but with a flick of the wrist, the other iron clasp bracelet snapped onto his wrist and sealed. "What the hell?!"

. “Hey!” it was so sudden that his hand simply… went against her. Well, now he had two bracelets on and neither would come off. He managed to regain control of his claw and stepped back. He was unsure of what to do, but one thing he knew first was that he rushed out of the room and back to the living room. He toppled over onto the ground with a thud, though scrambled back up to get to the couch and act as if nothing was wrong.
…
Then he realized he forgot to close the bedroom door.

Shice hurried back to the door and wrapped his claws around it. As he did, he noticed something strange about his hand. “Huh?”  His hand had… well, the same amount of claws, but the purple that spread throughout his hands reached his sharp claws, and his claws were turning white and swelling? Maybe he had to get a bit more serious about getting these things off. He thought about telling Cynder, but he didn’t want to anger the dragon. Worse yet, the purple went to his shoulders now, and it was slowly crawling throughout his body as if it were moss, changing the very look and feel of his scales. “They must be magical… but… how do I undo them?”

Then, Shice noticed another iron accessory. He knew this one was for Shice’s neck, but he was in no rush to put that on. His hands twitched, as if wanting to work against him, but he quickly sat on them and turned his head away with a hmph, trying to ignore his entire body turning purple, except the front of his body that was turning pink.

Shice was already worried about the iron shackles that chained him like a prisoner, but now his body didn't even look like his own. He almost had the same colors as… "Cynder?" Cynder was a dragon, wasn't she? Why would she need these iron accessories to change her body to look like her. Sure, he didn't look identically like Cynder. For one, he still had his draconic cock and two, the pinkness on his chest looked as if it were upside down in contrast to Cynder's own, but he was close enough to pass as a brother, maybe a twin brother.

Shice couldn't stop looking down at his body. His clothing felt hot and tight, and there was also a burning arousal between his legs. Why was becoming Cynder such… a turn on? He liked Cynder, but he didn't love her in that way! Stranger yet, he swore his cock was… moving? Not just erect, but shifting from side to side. He wished Cynder wasn't in the bathroom so he could get a look at what was going on between his legs, but his claws shifted uncomfortably close to his pants, as if telling him that if he weren't going to undress, they would do it for him.

'Fine. What is nudity to dragons anyway?' Shice groaned. He grabbed his pants and pulled them down to reveal his erect cock that was not only turning from side to side, but was also very swollen. His shaft looked to be twice as long, and three times as wide. Normally a big cock was nothing to complain about, but in this case when his cock kept turning left and right without any involvement from him, it was very worrying. "It's totally dark purple too…" he mumbled. Something else looked off about his cock. He felt ready to orgasm, but there wasn't a hint of precum. In fact, touching his shaft did little to give him pleasure.

'Wait…' Shice swore the tip of his cock was… no, that wasn't possible. He leaned in, leering at his swollen cock before he saw it for himself. The lips of his cock opened and closed on their own, sending a wave of pleasure through his body. "Ack!"

Shice's shaft looked more like a thick worm than a shaft. It kept moving it's lips before it made a humming noise that reverberated through his body and made him moan. Two small black dots appeared above the tip of his shaft before it curled, something a cock that was so aroused should not have been able to do, and the tip formed a smile. "Hello there!" It spoke in a squeaky tone.

No… it didn't. Did his cock just… Shice stared at his shaft. Something about the way the tip was forming looked so familiar, but also much too small. "W-what?" Did Cynder have a gas leak? What was going on with him? "Who are you?"

"I'm you!" The small dark purple cock squeaked. The two black pupils took on a green hue while white surrounded it, taking on a more proper appearance of eyes. "My name is Cynder!"

Well, his shaft really was looking like a tiny version of Cynder. Still, Shice couldn't believe it. Cynder must have had something around affecting his mind, he wasn't sure what, but cocks didn't start talking on their own, let alone take on the shape of Cynder's head and claim they were that dragon. "You're Cynder, and I'm out of here."

"Nope!" Cynder, the cock that called themselves Cynder, planted their hands in the ground that was Shice's feet. Shice's once dark blue scales with black claws had turned white with purple scales, and flexed much more like hands did, gripping the ground with Cynder grinning up at him. "You're staying and playing with me!"

Shice shook his head. He raised his own claws in an attempt to stand, but his lower half refused to cooperate. "Ugh." He blamed the iron accessories on his wrists. He managed to stand up, but his lower half whippee him right back down with a big playful grin. "Look, I don't know what's going on but…" he paused. His ears flickered as the shower turned off. Cynder! The real Cynder! She would surely help resolve this mess. He'd come up with an explanation for the iron shackles later. "Once Cynder helps me out, I'm leaving."

It wasn't long before Cynder came out of the shower naked, though she was essentially always naked except for her wrist accessories. The moment she saw Shice's body though, she frowned. "You were in my bedroom, weren't you?"

"...maybe." Shice stared sheepishly. Yes, of course that was going to be discovered. "Can you fix this?"

"I think he wants it fixed by putting your feet on his face." Shice's crotch said with a grin and smacked Shice's hand up against his face. His hand, which not only looked different thanks to the purple scales and bigger palm, also felt and smelled different, though not in a way he could easily describe.

Shice grabbed his… foot? Hand? He grabbed whatever his crotch put on his face with his other one and pulled himself free. "I'd sooner want to be fixed and get rid of you!" He yelled to his crotch. God, arousal flooded his body but it seemed confused as to where to go now that his crotch looked exactly like Cynder's head, especially when the many horns formed.

Cynder casually walked up to Shice and leaned down. She looked at the head and giggled. The head that was once Cynder’s cock was facing upside down. “Shice, you know I don’t like people in my bedroom for a reason. Those are magical iron bracelets you put on.

Shice was now wondering what Cynder looked like before, or if she took over someone's body like the Cynder on him was clearly trying to. He saw his testicles were nowhere in sight. In fact, his stomach was ballooning out to form a chest that breathed in and out when he did, until suddenly as he exhaled, the Cynder attached to him breathed in deeply, filling his lungs, all with a huge smile. "We're more connected than you think, and connecting more all the time!" She announced.

Shice turned to Cynder worriedly. "So what can you do?"

Cynder shrugged. "Nothing. You have to overpower her before she takes over your body entirely. She looks about halfway done if I say so myself, but at least your head hasn't changed yet. When it starts, I'm not sure there's going to be a way to fix you."

Overpower her? Shice had no idea how to overpower her, not did he know what she meant by the other thing… "My head?" Was he going to become his own cock? Or… that would explain the arousal in his body that burning sensation, that desire for sex that was once st his cock, now more in the center of his body and pulsating upwards. "How do I fight it?"

"You're asking me as if I'd know." Cynder shrugged. "It's a battle of willpower, rather I think it's a battle of willpower, I've never been part of it myself and what few times I've seen it, I wind up getting a twin sister at the end of the day."

"That's because you love us!" The dragon which called themselves Cynder attached to Shice said with a laugh. "You enjoy watching them struggle fruitlessly as they become you. Fans want nothing more than to be you, and I can sense Shaun, or whatever his name is, always wanted to be with you!"

Shice blushed deeply underneath his scales. Had he been able to see his face, he would have seen that he was taking on a pink hue and slowly pulling back. His scalp slowly extended upwards while fusing his horns into one big one. "I didn't want to BE you though! Let alone like… some attachment to you!" What was he becoming anyway? Whatever it was, it had a ton of saliva.

"Aw, someone is grumpy! I know what makes you feel better. We are connected mentally." The dragon attached to Shice pressed Shice's hand up against his face again. "Hey Cynder, press your foot up against the other half of his face, maybe he'll get a hint!" She said proudly. Even her voice sounded more like Cynder's with each word.

Cynder did just as that dragon instructed. "You're lucky I took a shower less than ten minutes ago, these scaly feet are nice and clean."

Shice's head was thrust back against the chair he sat on as one foot was shoved in his face along with… another foot? He closed his eyes at first, wanting to grab those feet and push them away but one foot felt as if it were his own hand. Upon opening his eyes he saw both feet and couldn't tell which one belonged to Cynder, as if they were identical and his hands were indeed, Cynder's feet. "Hey! These are my hands, knock it off!"

"You mean they're my feet." The dragon on Shice replied seductively. "Give in to the pleasure, something amazing will happen if you do."

The strange pleasure in Shice's body rose up to his neck before he opened his maw. A squirt of saliva shit out of his mouth along with an immense wave of arousal, enough to make both him and the dragon attached to him moan with lust. Had he focused on his body he would have seen his own chest deflated down to nothing while the dragon on him had a feminine chest, as if she were the upper half now. The tail on his head continued to stretch outwards and lash, not with his emotions, but hers. "Uhn… what was that?"

“Oh, that was me almost having an orgasm and getting super turned on.” The dragon attached to Shice giggled. His body had almost been entirely taken over by her. With not one, but both of Shice’s ‘hands’ which were now her feet, she pushed his head down, as if attempting to push him inside his own body. “I’ll be the head for a while, and you can be the pussy!”

No! That must have… that was the plan the whole time? Shice looked at Cynder worriedly, but the female dragon stepped back with a smile. She was enjoying this! His head felt so much harder to move too, unknowing that Cynder had a rear growing right behind his head while he slowly retracted bit by bit. If he didn’t think of something soon, he’d be stuck as her cunt! “I don’t want to be the pussy! Let me out of here right now!”

“Aw, don’t worry, we’ll have plenty of fun.” The dragon said with a laugh. She pulled her feet free and spread her legs, showing just how much Shice had changed. His head was upside down on a body that looked very much like Cynder’s, and his head was more than halfway pulled into her body with his lips glistening wet. “Cynder likes to play with herself, doesn’t she?”

Cynder giggled, but then nodded right after. “Guilty as charged there, sorry Shice.”

Shice looked up at Cynder, well upside down at her at this point in disbelief. He opened his mouth to say something, but it was hard to speak. The inside of his mouth was getting so… wet, so different. Even his tongue wasn’t as mobile as it used to be inside of there. Worse yet, it was getting hard to see or smell. Was his willpower that bad? Or maybe Cynder had a secret she wasn’t sharing. “You…” He spoke before Cynder put a foot up against Shice’s face, pushing him inwards into the body that was once his. As she pulled her foot free, Shice was gone. All that remained was the feminine lips of a clone Cynder, a Cynder that grinned happily at her. “Well, you made another one of you.”

Cynder nodded with a grin of her own. “And you know what I want. In the bedroom with five. It’s time to break in that new pussy.” She reached down and stuck a finger in Shice, slowly sliding her claw around playfully. “I’m sure if your cunt could talk, it would say thank you.

Shice still had his mind, but he had lost virtually everything else. He had a few choice words, though it was hardly thank you!
…even if being turned into a vagina of a cloned Cynder felt really good.
