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It was a beautiful day on the campus as a new school year was starting at the illustrious Fairbanks University, anthros and humans alike were starting to be seen in greater quantities on the grassy hills and inside the halls of academia that had been mostly empty for the summer. For Smite it was the anniversary of his first year at the university, though it felt like he had been there forever. That was thanks in no small part to Ash who had taken him under his wing and quickly became his lover. While it had made sense to him now, they were both sexy rubber dragons working on the same campus, he could still remember meeting him for the first time as if it were yesterday.

Now it seemed like it was the most natural thing in the world to hang out with Ash in his office, both rubber creatures completely naked and laying back drinking protein shakes. "Oh, I just got a call from Daniel," Ash said as he stretched his well-worked muscles. "He said the other five in our little clan will be coming up in another week or so and wanted to get a little personal workout schedule in amongst all of us. Hard to believe that just a year ago I was alone and now we got our own little roost going."

"Indeed..." Smite replied with a small nod. "Certainly glad that I transferred here, and then you were able to find the others." There was a moment of silence and when Ash looked over at the other vulcanized creature he saw that he was looking down. "I... actually have a question about that if you don't mind my asking."

Ash could feel his body tense up slightly as he saw the look of slight concern on the other dragon's face. "Oh... of course," Ash managed to say as he began to wonder if the former human had figured out that he hadn't always been a rubber creature. "What is it love?"

"Well it's about the whole turning others into our kind," Smite said as he looked anxiously, Ash trying not to swallow hard. "I've seen you do it and I know that you said that it was because there are two of us together that it was possible to do so, but I was wondering... does that mean I could do it as well? I mean find someone that can be turned into a rubber dragon and do it myself?"

It took all of Ash's willpower not to breathe a sigh of relief as a small smirk formed on his muzzle. "I was wondering if you were ever going to ask to do what I do," he said as he got up and moved towards Smite. "I would be more than happy to share with you the secret on how to make more of our kind, I'm actually super stoked. All we need to do is find someone for you to practice on."

The two rubber dragon grinned and put their clothes back on, then went out into the campus proper. As Smite looked around trying to find someone that fit the bill he couldn't help but see the bemused expression on his muzzle as he felt his hand stroke down his back. The other dragon seemed excited as he explained exactly what to do in order to find someone that they could bring into their fold. Though Smite had been there to watch their little rubber clan grow he had never gotten involved in the transformation process himself, always leaving it to the more experienced Ash while he spectated. Now that it was his turn to try he could feel a bit of anxiety building in his chest, though it was what he wanted the thought of going solo filled him with trepidation as they continued to scout.

By the time night fell they thought that they would have to give up for the night and try again tomorrow when they spotted someone, an otter that sat on the side of the river that bordered the campus while he read a book in the fading light of the sun. It was clear from his books and gear that he was at least in his second year and though Smite couldn't see it Ash said that he was perfect. "So... I just go up and talk to him then?" Smite asked, Ash nodding and putting a hand on his shoulder. "How will I know if this works?"

"You'll feel it deep inside," Ash replied as he patted Smite on his muscular chest. "Trust me, you got those rubber dragon instincts inside you, now it's the time to use them."

Meanwhile Alistair adjusted his glasses as he closed the book he had been reading, the light of the sun no longer enough for him to read the words on the page. Even though classes hadn't started yet he wanted to get a chance to put in some reading so he could ease into the new year. Unfortunately the roommate he had been paired up with for the year was a bit of a partier and he currently had a number of his friends celebrating the start of a new semester. Though there were a lot of pretty girls there that were both anthro and human it wasn't really his scene, opting instead for the quiet of the outdoors where he could actually form a thought and wouldn't get in trouble with the RA. Of course with night falling he would have to return to that place and all he could do as he packed up his things was hope that he had gotten in trouble already and that the party was broken up by now... though with people still filtering in for the year he doubted it.

"Looks like you got something heavy on your mind," a voice said above him, the otter lookin up to see the shining rubber head of a dragon grinning down at him. "Something that I can help you with?"

"Oh... you're that Vulsca professor, Dr. Albert Smythe..." the otter said as he fumbled around with his books before accepting the hand of the other male to get to his feet. "It's nothing really, just have an overly rowdy roommate and wanted some time to myself. They've probably calmed down by now... I was actually reading one of the books for your class, Ancient Human Cultures, I have that class and The Integration of Anthros to Human Society."

"Two classes at once, going to be seeing an awful lot of each other than," Smite replied with a grin as he grabbed the heavy bag of books for him. "If you want I can give you a few pointers on what to study for while I walk you back to your dorm, I'm just out stretching my legs and may as well help an enterprising young student not throw out their back on the first day of the new year. Also you can just call me Smite..."

The entire time they walked back Alistair picked the brain of the rubber creature, at first sticking with human history and then going on to how there were so many vulcanized dragons here on the campus. It appeared their notoriety was starting to grow not only in the academic community but also on some bigger stages, something that caused Smite to frown slightly before the otter asked him what was wrong and he perked back up. When they got back to the campus dorms it was Alistair's turn to frown, his shoulders sagging slightly when he saw the flashing lights in the window of his dorm room that indicated the party was still going strong. "Maybe I could go hang out in the student services building for a while..." he said as he sighed and rubbed his head.

"Student Services isn't open right now since the year technically hasn't started yet," Smite replied as his grin widened. "Tell you what, since you've proven yourself to be a rather interesting conversationalist why don't you hang out at my place for a while and I can continue to answer your questions on archeological finds in the late twenty-first century. It's not too far of a walk from here and I could also probably feed you if you like."

Though Alistair had initially was about to refuse his roommate picked that time to come right up to the window, his half-naked chest flailing against the glass before it disappeared back into the room. That plus the fact that his stomach reminded him that he hadn't eaten yet today made the deal all the more enticing to him. The otter found himself nodding and followed Smite down the path towards the edge of the woods where his house was, leaving the dorms behind them. As they walked neither noticed the rubber creature that was silently watching them, Ash watching the progress of his protégé...

About half an hour later Alistair walked through the front door and was immediately greeted with what looked like a cross between a library and a gym, though everything was extremely tidy there was a mixture of workout equipment along with bookshelves and other such materials. "Apologies for the mess," Smite said as he motioned for the otter to sit down in one of the larger chairs before he did the same with the one next to it. "You'd think with a four-bedroom house Ash and I would have more room to spread out, but now that we're housing our TA in one of our spare rooms we have three dragons vying for space."

"That's incredible..." Alistair said before he realized the implications of what he said and covered his mouth as Smite smirked at him. "I mean, it's just it's unusual for a faculty member to be housing students like that. I thought that was against the rules or something."

"Well considering the rarity of a vulcanized creature like ourselves there are certain amenities that we are given," Smite explained. "But how rude of me, here I offered you food and I haven't given you anything. Is there something in particular that you want?"

Alistair just shrugged and the rubber dragon got up to go to the kitchen to make them something to eat. As the otter waited he took a glance at the books that were on the table next to him, seeing that even with his athletic form the professor still did a lot of reading. He scanned through a few more pages before closing the cover, looking up to see the globes of a muscular butt only a few feet in front of him as his eyes widened. His gasp seemed to be enough to startle the other male as the black and white latex scaled creature whipped around to see Alistair there with a shocked expression on his face. The other male was clad only in a jockstrap that seemed to just contain the package underneath as the rubber dragon looked at him with a mixture of surprise and embarrassment.

"Oh, I'm sorry," the Vulsca said as he quickly backed away, which drew the attention of Smite as he moved back towards the hallway. "I heard the door close and thought that Smite and Ash wanted to do some working out, I didn't realize that he had guests."

"It's my apologies Toby," Smite said. "I didn't think that you'd be back already, if I had known I would have given you the heads-up. If you don't mind going to the athletic center to work out I think Ash is still lurking around there for a while."

The otter could just sit there and watch as the nearly naked male once more gave him a tentative wave before ducking back into the hallway, then coming out a few minutes later with a tank top and athletic shorts before running out of the house. At around the same time Smite came back to his chair with a tray of healthy snacks and a protein shake for the two of them. "Do... uh..." Alistair started to say as he regained the ability to talk. "Do your two roommates always work out in a jockstrap?"

"Oh no," Smite replied dismissively as the otter began to drink his surprisingly tasty smoothie. "Normally we work out naked." The statement caused the otter to choke slightly, gagging on the liquid and coughing for a few seconds as he felt the other male pat him on the back. "Anyway as Vulsca we have a few differences from normal people, like we tend not to have clothes on in the comfort of our own home as we are rather comfortable with our own bodies. Also clothes just feel strange on our bodies, you know, feels unnatural when we work out."

Alistair found himself nodding as though it made perfect sense, though he didn't know much about the Vulsca it sounded like something that was true as he continued to drink and eat. Though they had continued to talk about human history the conversation once more turned back to the history of the Vulsca, the otter finding himself more and more fascinated with the concept. He learned that the rubber dragons, along with most of the Vulsca, were rather secretive about their kind and would only share a bit with the general public. In that aspect Alistair felt almost honored to get such insight into their kind.

Their talking was interrupted by a noise on Smite's cell, the dragon holding up a finger as he looked at the text on his phone before glancing back up at the otter. "Well it appears that you now have a quiet spot in your dorm once more," he informed him as he put the phone down on the table. "Your roommate has been informed that though he is free to enjoy himself that such parties should be a little more low key in the future. Looks like you can go back whenever you want."

"Thanks," Alistair replied with a small sigh of relief. "Though... I mean, he might be mad if he thought it was me, if you don't mind I would like to spend a little more time here."

"Not at all," Smite said as a small grin formed on his latex muzzle. "After all you did say you wanted to try out the exercise set-up that I had here."

The rubber dragon watched intently as he tried out what Ash had told him, watching as the otter looked confused for a second before he looked at the weight equipment around him. Smite felt like he was opening up a whole new aspect of himself as he watched the otter looked down at the equipment on the floor. It was almost like the Vulsca could feel his words wiggling into the other male's mind as Alistair leaned down and grabbed one of the weights. It was clear that even though it wasn't exactly what Alistair would normally do the otter was curious enough that the manipulation made sense to him.

"So... where do we start?" Alistair asked, the grin on Smite's face growing even wider.

"We start with you getting out of those clothes," Smite replied as he stood up and motioned to one of the nearby rooms. "Luckily with Ash being a personal trainer we have plenty of clothes that you can borrow so that you don't have to get those nice ones you're wearing right now all dirty and sweaty. Go ahead and find something in the other room that would be more comfortable and we can get you started."

It was strange to Smite to watch the other male nod slowly and walk back into the room, watching as he utilized his heritage to ensnare another one into their clan. Since the moment he started talking to him it was like he knew that there was a rubber dragon waiting inside the otter, just begging to be called out and it took every fiber of his being not to rush the matter. Though Ash said that the transformation could take place over several weeks if they decided to slow play it Smite wanted first hand to watch one of their own being born in his embrace, and though it seemed a bit shaky it appeared that he was going to get his wish as the otter came back out with a pair of gym shorts and tank top on that were a bit too big for him. Though it was clear that the male was a little uncomfortable with what he wore he was continuing to go with it.

"Let's do some simple exercises to start with," Smite said as he sat the otter down on a work-out bench and was given one of the smaller weights. "How is that feeling for you?"

"It's... alright I guess," he said as he curled up the metal weight experimentally. "These clothes are itching a bit... and slightly embarrassing"

"Nothing to be embarrassed about here," Smite replied as he put his hands on the otter's shoulders. "Why would you feel that way?"

The Vulsca could see the other male blushing, but with a bit of coaxing he finally got Alistair to open up. "I mean I'm so scrawny," the otter admitted. "I mean Toby was this rubber Adonis and here I am unable to hold up this bar."

"Well someone definitely got an eyeful of his body," Smite teased, the otter blushing again. "Tobias is the result of some very intensive training and a will to be like us... something that you could really obtain if you wanted. You could be like him, drawing those lustful looks from any girl... or guy, if that's your preference."

"Oh... I'm not into guys," Alistair replied quickly, laughing nervously. "Not that there's anything wrong with that, it's just not my thing."

To the otter's surprise the other dragon just laughed and patted him on the back. "I'm not talking about your sexual preferences," Smite said as he took a finger and moved Alistair's arm to tell him to continue his curls. "I'm talking about your presence drawing the eyes of all those out there who want to see that body of yours, not just the shiny skin that you have but those bulging muscles underneath. Spend a little while in our care and we can mold you into something more."

Alistair grunted as he did one last set before putting the weight down, letting the words seep into his soul as he flexed his tired arm. Everything that Smite had said to him made complete sense, and if he and Toby could maintain an academic life while still working out and getting those perfect figures why not him? His mind's eye went back to that nearly naked body and once more he felt a shudder, not of arousal like he might have originally thought of it as but of respect and adoration as they moved on to a different exercise area.

As Smite explained how this new workout was done Alistair continued to feel his body begin to itch even more, his hands idly scratching against his chest through the tank top as the Vulsca told him how to operate the machine. The words that Smite had said where Vulsca didn't like to wear clothes echoed around in his mind as he heard Smite's instruction stop and he asked him if everything was alright. "I'm sorry, I can't do this anymore," Alistair said suddenly. "These clothes are driving me absolutely crazy."

"Then let me help you with that," Smite said as he sat behind the otter and he helped take off the tank top. Much to Smite's surprise the otter had already begun to change, his matted fur turning black with white lines that traced through the shiny material. While Ash had told him that the change would happen he was still surprised that it was being assimilated right before his eyes. It was coming, the Vulsca inside the otter was emerging and he had to keep it up so that it continued. "See, I told you that Vulsca hate wearing clothes..."

Vulsca... the word felt so comforting to Alistair as his tank top was removed, showing off his lithe chest that he hadn't had before. Everything that the two had been talking about now resonated in a different light, the information that had once only applied to Smite now began to merge with his own history. It prompted Smite to get Alistair to take off his shorts as well, telling him that there was no such thing as modesty amonst the rubber dragons. When the nylon shorts were slid over his transforming thighs he made a surprise that caused Smite to chuckle and even Alistair to giggle slightly.

Underneath the shorts the changing male had put on one of their jockstraps, the crotch slightly swollen as those straps framed his thighs and exposed his rear. The Vulsca purred in approval as he continued to sit behind the otter since the male had no longer shied away from the male contact. "Looks like Toby rubbed off on you more than we thought," Smite said as he traced a finger down the increasingly shiny sides of the other male. "I don't know why you didn't want to share such a thing with me before."

"I just wanted to see how it felt," Alistair replied, so concerned with what the rubber dragon was saying to him that his mind didn't even process that the rubber that had slowly been converting his fur had crept up his arms and begun to cling to his fingers. "I know that it's natural for you guys to be naked and open around one another but... I mean, we're all guys, isn't that strange? What about any girls that you bring back here?"

"Oh none of us have any time for that," Smite replied as he grew closer, feeling the male begin to succumb to his arousal as his blunt muzzle began to push out slightly. "That's why we take care of our needs with one another; it's more out of convivence than sexual attraction, though we are very attracted to one another. I mean who wouldn't be attracted to something like this?"

Alistair couldn't help but look back at Smite and he saw that the muscular draconic creature had taken off his clothing as well, though unlike the otter he wore nothing underneath and saw that his cock was pressing against his thigh. Their exercise routine had been forgotten as the changing male was overcome with pure arousal, the need to get off accompanying the rubber that had covered most of his body by now. Had Smite asked him what he was Alistair would have told him that he was a Vulsca, and with his thickening thighs and arms wrapping around the other male it was a hundred percent true. Smite had done it, he had managed to free the dragon from the confines of his otter body as their muzzles were brought together into a kiss.

As the two males made out Alistair couldn't believe that he had put up such a fuss about being with a guy in the first place, though his interactions with women were limited he found Smite to be a far better lover than any of them had been. The other male seemed to know exactly how to pleasure him and though their lusts grew more Alistair didn't even see this as anything wrong. They were two Vulsca males just enjoying one another's bodies, the former otter thought as their rubber tongues twined around one another, what would be so unusual about them pleasuring one another? IN the back of his mind he wished that they had kept Toby there, the mental image of that rubbery male now seen in a far more sexual light as he imagined that his thick cock was fished out of that jockstrap and shoved into his tailhole.

It was clear to Smite that Alistair had completely succumbed to his desires and with the charade done he was free to be more forward with his adorations. Not only had the smaller male been more than receptive to his advances but he found him returning them eagerly, their tongues and hands rubbing against one another effortlessly on their synthetic skin as they moved towards the bedroom. As the transforming rubber dragon moved in front of him Alistair was somewhat surprised with the changes that were made, the former otter's body not covered in scales like the ones that Ash had transformed. Alistair also had a much lither body type then the muscular hunks that made up their clan, though something about that made the newly forged Vulsca even sexier as they made their way to the bed.

It took very little for Smite to get the dragon on all fours on their rather large bed, his webbed fingers and toes curled up as he raised his draconic tail up in the air to invite the other male in. Smite's fingers slid over the ridges that had formed on Alistair's face before they trailed up to the latex lumpst hat had grown out of his head. Instead of horns though Site was surprised when he saw them turn into a pair of latex earfins that twitched against his touch. As he looked in surprise another ridge began to form, this time the rubber skin stretching up as it grew along his spine from his neck all the way down the length of his tail.

"Wow..." He said as he ran his hands down Alistair's back, feeling that the rubber did form into scales but they were tiny enough that it was hard to see. "Can't say that I was expecting this."

"Expecting what?" Alistair said as he looked behind him. "I already told you that I'm just like any other Vulsca, just a little more aquatic in nature. They're extremely bendable so no reason that you can't go to town on me."

One again Smite was surprised, this time at the openness of the formerly prudish male as he wiggled his rubber rear at him. It was more than enough for Smite to just grin and shrug his shoulders, his already erect cock ready to go as he got up on the bed and began to push inside him. One thing that the recently transformed Vulsca had that he did share with all the others with a slick, well-lubed tailhole that he was able to slide easily into. The jockstrap that Alistair continued to wear shifted in the front from his own erection as Smite began to press inside him.

The altered male shuddered underneath him as he was taken for the first time, though as his memories were shifted in order to make him believe he had always been a Vulsca the act felt as natural as breathing. He panted loudly as Smite began to slide his rubber cock deep inside him, causing both males to groan deeply as Alistair was quickly hilted. The two dragons began to devolve into a rutting frenzy, Alistair's fresh instincts throwing him into the farthest depths of pleasure while Smite remained just a little more composed. At one point they even managed to get Alistair on his back with his legs wrapped around Smite as their rubber bodies humped together.

As the night continued on both males lost track of time, the two Vulsca only carrying about the pleasure that they were bringing to one another. They both orgasmed several times, and even when Smite had came twice inside Alistair the two switched into a sixty-nine position and the two sucked each other off. The entire time Smite marveled and rubbed against the lithe body of the former otter. As the aquatic rubber dragon's dick throbbed in his maw Alistair grew more and more reciprocating in the affections, even to the point where Smite felt more than one rubbery finger push inside his own tailhole.

When the two finally were finished Smite took his most recent convert and snuggled up to him as Alistair continued to pant from their most recent romp. He had done it, Smite thought as their latex bodies pressed together, and he couldn't be happier with the results of his actions. From the way that he felt the other Vulsca's muzzle press against him he knew that he was just fine with his changes as well. "I'm so glad that I transferred here to finally be in a clan of my own..." Alistair said as they shared another kiss before settling in to rest.

As the two continued to wrap their limbs around one another neither realized that there was a pair of eyes outside the window, Ash watching the whole thing before slipping back into the darkness...

The next day Ash and Smite carried boxes into their house, putting them in the spare bedroom where originally Toby had been alone. At the same time Toby was still in the car with the aquatic dragon Vulsca that was moving in with him, the two chatting happily to one another as the sunlight shined off their skin. "I think Toby is going to be very happy with his new roommate," Ash commented as the two grinned at one another. "And I hear that he's going to be joining the swim team as well, something that I think he is going to do very well in."

"I think you're absolutely right," Smite replied. "Did you really manage to get all his documents doctored already?"

"It's done and done," Ash replied. "As of right now Alistair doesn't exist anymore, instead we have Crash the Vulsca dragon. Of course, at this rate I'm going to run out of favors... may have to look into curbing our clan size here for a little while until I can find new ways to make sure our secret stays as such."

Smite just nodded and as the two watched Ash continued to think of what he had just said. He had started to overstep his bounds... after so many years of just living solo he had let himself get carried away, something that he had swore to himself he would never do. And as he had watched Smite transform Alistair he realized that the other Vulsca was a natural at it. Would he be able to stop himself and his lover, or were they going to make one dragon too many and cause the wrong attention to come down on their sleepy little university?