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The Twinning Trap

SynTech Slushpile #19

By Danath

Characters © Oro

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The shiba inu strode down the main road of the village with his dark cloak flapping in the wind behind him. Long black boots ended mid-thigh, well past his knees, made of a strong and durable material that could withstand the elements. A pair of shiny buckles kept the boots cinched up around the shiba's long, lean legs, while black shorts left a gap of a few inches between its lower hems and the boots, allowing two rings of fluffy, reddish-tan fur to show. A light green vest sat atop a large, puffy-sleeved white shirt with sleeves that extended past his wrists, allowing only his white-furred fingertips to show. The canine's black nose twitched as he picked up on the familiar scents coming from the baker's shop down the street, and his ears swiveled, shoving aside the long strands of black hair that fell to his shoulders.

"Oro! Heading out for ingredients?" the blacksmith shouted. He was standing in his doorway, a tall and beefy mastiff with a large belly that strained against a smudged, blackened apron, the only clothing the canine wore as heat waves rippled from the interior of the forge behind him.

The shiba inu waved and nodded. When he lifted his arm, he exposed the dark green lining of his black cloak, as well as the various black pouches and glass vials attached to the belt around his hips.

"I'll be back in a few days! Watch the shop for me, will ya?"

The canine's curly tail bobbed behind him as he strode down the path out of the village. It was a remote place, far from any substantial city or even town, right on the border of the wild lands. Overgrown ruins, battlegrounds of long forgotten wars, twisted elementals of nature transforming the land itself - the area posed plenty of hazards, and drew hundreds of adventurers seeking their fame and fortune. The village was the last scrap of civilization that many of the adventurers would see before their return - if they returned. Oro, while a competent alchemist, saw far too few of those adventurers make repeat visits to his little alchemy and potion shop to want to make a real go of it himself, and preferred to stay in town, eking out a somewhat comfortable living selling medicine and food to the townsfolk and travelers. Getting fresh ingredients from traveling merchants was difficult, however, so he traveled along the borderlands collecting the plants he needed, and rarely ventured more than a day's journey from the village. This time, he wanted to stock up, especially one some of the rarer plants. The last trader to come through said there'd be a surge of adventurers soon, and so everyone in the village was preparing as best they could. For Oro, that meant roughing it for several days alone in the wilderness.

Hefting his sac across his shoulder into a more comfortable position, the shiba inu followed the familiar trail he usually took until it curved towards the right, following a river upstream towards steep mountains in the far distance. Instead, Oro turned left. His last expedition yielded a disappointing amount of raw ingredients, so this time, he had to try something else, even if it was more dangerous than his familiar, relatively safe stomping grounds.

The river turned around on itself after a few miles and detoured off through a clump of trees out of sight. Oro kept traveling along what he thought was the border of the wild region, and stopped once in a while to pick a batch of leaves or twigs or moss. His pack felt much fuller by the time he stopped for the night and set out his bedroll amongst the stars at the foot of a large tree. The night passed uneventfully, and nothing attempted to get past his silent spells, which would trigger and warn him if anything came near while he slept. The next day, he found even more herbs and plants, to the point that he decided to turn towards the wild lands. The risk seemed low and the reward potentially very high as he followed a trail of small, dark green and brown mushrooms useful for certain... stamina potions.

The shiba inu's curved tail wagged furiously as, late the next evening, he came across an entire field of a rare type of poppy flower used to create a powerful healing sedative. It knocked the user out, but it also could repair severe damage to an adventurer's body. Oro could hardly believe his luck - though less potent when dried, if he harvested the entire field, he'd have enough to last for years. Visions of gold coins twinkled in his eyes as he quickly set to work.

Perhaps he ought to explore the wild lands more often. There was treasure everywhere if you knew what to look for. How many adventurers passed this very spot without pausing for a moment, brushing off the delicate, almost transparent white petals as simple flowers?

With his tail wagging and hips up in the air, Oro leaned over and worked his way back and forth across the field, plucking, bundling, and wrapping the flowers before stowing them in his pack. He was halfway through the field when he stepped on the metal plate sunk into the ground.

The eruption of magical energy knocked him backwards, sending him landing on his backpack. He winced and rolled onto his side, hoping he didn't damage any of the plants he'd already collected, before looking back at where he stood a few moments previous.

The wild lands were full of traps. Monsters. Old and powerful magic that sometimes decayed over time, with effects less pronounced than the original caster intended, though sometimes the traps struck with full force. Physical traps, too, like spike pits and arrows shot from holes in walls, could fell an adventurer with speed. While this particular trap's magic felt quite old, Oro couldn't guess as to its strength. The aura of light positioned around the metal plate surged and twisted, about as tall as the shiba inu. It darkened to almost black, like a living shadow, but continued to glow, casting additional shadows across the ground in all directions as a loud hissing noise filled the air. Oro put his hands to his ears, covering them as he closed his eyes, the intense noise making it impossible not to struggle, but then, as suddenly as the sudden events happened, everything stopped. The light faded, the noise ended, and the birds resumed chirping in the pale, golden evening sun. The wind blew faintly, but otherwise, the field looked exactly the same as it had before.

Except for the duplicate Oro standing in front of the stunned original Oro. The new Oro looked exactly like the shiba inu - same height, weight, body type - with only two real differences. The new Oro's fur was dark gray around the sides and back and hips, with black socks covering his arms. His chest and belly were white, like the white surrounding his smirking muzzle. The other difference was the clothing. The lines were the same, but the intent was wholly other; the new Oro's hips were bare save for a snug, tight fitting black pouch that held an ample maleness. Half of a dark red corset squeezed the canine's belly and ribcage, while a black cloak fluttered around bare shoulders. He was dressed for an adventure of a wholly different kind.

The dark-furred duplicate's eyes, a fiery brimstone red, focused on Oro. Between his ears, a pair of pointed, curled black horns a few inches longer than his fur stuck out into the air, glinting in the evening sun.

"Hmmm? It's been so long that the war ended?" he said, more to himself than to the stunned canine still on the ground in front of him. "Pity. I could have done with some good rending and tearing. I wonder just how long I was in that thing."

Oro finally found his voice.

"Who are you?"

The copy's smirk grew and a red tongue spread across his dark black lips.

"Hmmm... let's see... you can call me 'Orobas,' I think. Considering I'm basically you, only better."

Oro's shocked expression didn't change, and Orobas rolled his eyes, then leaned down and used a finger to close the shiba inu's muzzle.

"You don't get it yet? Haven't figured it out yet, cutie?" Orobas said, his voice like liquid silk. "You sprung a demon trap, and here I am, the demon. Only I can tell from your memories that the last time this place saw any action was so long ago nobody even remembers the Fall of the... well, what's the point. This whole place is just a graveyard for adventurers now, isn't it? And herb pickers..."

The demon's hips cocked to the side and his dark tail swayed behind him as he glanced down at his own body, as if seeing it for the first time, which he was. His fingers slid down his smooth, muscular stomach, then spread to either size of the meaty bulge between his thighs. The demon's red eyes closed as his muzzle dropped open, and a soft huff escaped past his lips.

"I knew when I signed up that I would assume the form of the person who triggered it, but I was expecting... well, not this. And certainly not," the demonic Oro said, his voice dropping into a sultry murmur, "you."

Oro, still on his rump on the grass a few feet away, was starting to get uncomfortable as he watched the dark version of himself tease furry fingers around the edges of his bulge, until the whole package trembled in response. The demon's eyes suddenly flipped up towards Oro as a thought struck him.

"And let me tell you," he said, licking his lips again as his tail wagged even faster, "after a few thousand years, things can get a little pent up, so I'm not altogether unhappy about this situation. Since there's no war, I'm not bound to dismember, maim, and eradicate you, before replacing you in your life and doing the same to everyone who you ever met-"

Oro's eyes widened.

"-so instead, I'll have to consider a different method of taking care of you."

Oro's muzzle dropped open when he realized the demon was suddenly on top of him on hands and knees, muzzle inches from his own. Orobas grinned and inhaled, nostrils flaring as he slid his hips forward, teasing himself between the original shiba inu's thighs. The original shiba inu's eyes widened as he felt his own muzzle smooch him. The demon's warm tongue spread past his teeth, and pushed him back until his shoulders hit the ground next to the backpack. With Orobas clawing at his vest, undoing the buttons, and shoving an ever-lengthening tongue to fill his cheeks, Oro wasn't sure how to respond. His brain froze, though his cock certainly didn't, a fact Orobas took full advantage of.

Oro's eyes squeezed shut and his hips lurched upwards, stroking his maleness into the demon-canine's paw when it reached into his shorts. Oro huffed, moaning, unbelieving, unable to understand how such a light, delicate touch, a whisper of fur and a tease of a claw, could make him tremble. As if reading his mind, Orobas smirked and pulled his muzzle away at last, giving the shiba inu a chance to breathe.

"Did I not mention I'm an incubus? You know, the hot 'n ready kind?" Orobas said, shifting his hips until his thick bulging black underwear squeezed under Oro's balls. The shiba's legs spread as the demon's muzzle dropped close again. "I was never really cut out to be the hack-n-slash type, but they were getting pretty desperate back then. Don't you worry, though... I'm not going to eat your soul, hot stuff. I'm just gonna make you feel good..."

Oro's head dropped back as his vest and shirt opened, falling away. The demon stripped Oro easily, like the canine was in a dream, and all he could do was suck on the tongue wriggling around his muzzle, filling him with the taste of the other canine's saliva. His arousal pumped in his shorts and he whined, back arching, when Orobas summarily pulled them off, leaving him nude in the bed of white flowers. Their aroma mixed sweetly with the demon's strong scent as Orobas's muzzle dragged lower, kissing along the shiba's neck and upper chest before nipping at his pecs and nipples. Oro groaned, shuddering, clawing at the ground to either side of his hips as the teasing demon worked his muzzle over his washboard belly, before finally nuzzling along the throbbing, twitching pink member jutting from his hips. Orobas grunted as his muzzle stretched over the tip, swallowing Oro down the base in a single go.

The shiba inu's hips wiggled, pumping and humping, desperate and eager as the demon's flexible, long tongue circled and squeezed, stroking firm between plump black lips again and again and again until the shiba inu's whine echoed far beyond the field of flowers. Orobas swallowed, lips pressed in tight, not spilling a single drop as he enjoyed his first meal in a few thousand years. Pulling his head back, the dark-furred canine smirked down at the panting, gasping mortal. This one was a real cutie, he thought, and not half bad with the potions. And there wasn't much else to do in this world - all the exciting stuff was apparently already here in the wild lands.

"Well, that settles it," Orobas grunted.

"Settles... huff... wha-hey!"

The demon's fingers gripped into Oro's calves and thighs, flipping the male over onto his belly before sliding up, grabbing two big handfuls of chunky shiba rump. Orobas grinned as Oro's tail lifted and wagged.

"Oh, you'll see," Orobas said, hips sliding forward. His bulging underwear dragged between Oro's rump cheeks - a bigger, thicker bulge than the original canine possessed - as the sun disappeared past the horizon, leaving them in the dark as the pale moon cast a weak glow across the red-eyed demon and his victim.

Fifteen minutes later, Orobas leaned himself down, stroking his thick stalk deep, to the root, and shivered as he felt the canine beneath him squeeze and tremble, hips gripping and clenching and refusing to let go as he pumped out and in, again and again, endless stamina propelling his powerful thrusts between the shiba inu's plump cheeks.

"Yesssss, my cute little puppy," Orobas moaned through clenched teeth. "How lucky am I to emerge from a few thousand years of stasis to an ass this tight?"

Thirty minutes later, Oro was on his shoulders, hips curled over his head, his own cock slamming into his muzzle. Thick seed spilled down his cheeks and throat as he watched, eyes fully open and drinking in the details, while the dark-furred demon mounted him from above. Orobas's heavy and wet thrusting forced the gasping shiba inu to suck his own aching cock, flooding his own muzzle with his constant spunk as the slamming male above him forced him to orgasm again and again. The demon's claws groped at Oro's thighs as the tan-furred male gurgled, hips curling until his own sac flopped across his muzzle and Orobas's lustful groans echoed in his ears.

"Mmmhhh... you look so sexy with your muzzle full of cum and your ass full of cock," Orobas teased as Oro's ears flicked and his eyes narrowed past his shifting, flopping sac. "Don't give me that look... you know you love it."

An hour later, Orobas had Oro levitating mid-air, on his back, making the squirming, gasping, dripping canine's muzzle bounce down over the fat, thick canine dong, until he was satisfied he'd thoroughly loosened Oro's lips. Invisible forces squeezed around the base of the original Oro's shaft and sac, pulling and clenching until the canine trembled and whined and moaned and bucked, though he couldn't break free of the incubus's levitation spell. Not until Orobas dragged his impressive thickness free of Oro's gasping muzzle did he relax and let the pent up puppy spray his load across the grass a few feet below.

"Heh... you're so easy to control, Oro. A little magical cockring and you're squirming so much! Oh, this is going to be fun!"

Two hours later, and Orobas found himself still grinding away, pumping the tenth load deep into the squirming shiba. Oro's muzzle flopped open, tongue out, eyes glazed as he bucked back into the other canine's hips. He'd cum a few times already without having to even touch himself, but now was where things would get really interesting, Orobas thought, while turning Oro's head to the side before pressing his muzzle against the shiba's dripping, cum- and saliva-soaked lips for another deep exploration of his new playmate's muzzle.

"Mmmhhh... oh, Oro," the demon moaned into the gasping canine's muzzle. "You're still as tight as ever. Nnnnggh! You naughty puppy! Who's really the demon here, hmm?"

Another hour, and Oro was limp in the demon-shiba's lap, one arm draped over the canine's shoulder as his torso sagged forward. His rump clenched weakly around the cock, still fat, hard, throbbing deep under Oro's tail, as the insatiable demon bounced the exhausted canine over and over. Oro groaned and cooed, gasping as his belly bulged, while Orobas's claws teased and stroked the shiba's furry chest and sides, gripping and squeezing him into just the perfect positions on his lap to make sure Oro felt every last inch. His head tipped back and Orobas's muzzle flopped out as he came again, shuddering from his ears to his curly black and gray tail. This mortal was almost as insatiable as he was, he thought.

As... he... was...

The demon's nostrils twitched. He leaned forward suddenly and shoved his muzzle against the back of Oro's neck. The tan canine's hips clenched and his shoulders squeezed backwards around the sharp nip that pierced his fur and flesh, allowing Orobas to taste a small drop of Oro's blood. The demon's eyes widened and his claws gripped tighter, indenting the canine's pelt as he pulled him close, the realization of just what had malfunctioned in the trap after all this time sending a thrill up his spine...

"Oh, Oro... you naughty pup..."

By the next morning, the bond was sealed.

Orobas curled himself around Oro, cock nestling, half-hard, between the shiba inu's plump, furry thighs. The dark-furred canine's lips teased at the original shiba's ears as Oro gradually woke up, still huffing and moaning from the all-night pounding he'd endured. In his head, he realized he now knew certain things - things he'd agreed to, shamelessly, in the heat of the moment the night before, screaming out yet before he could think as the demon's hips took him again, again, again...

And it wasn't just what he knew that was different now. Oro stared at his arms, where the brown and tan fur he'd had before was gone, replaced with dark gray and black colorings that matched exactly the arms of the demon wrapped around him.

"Good morning," Orobas said, his voice nearly a purr as he wiggled his tongue into Oro's ear. "Once you're done collecting your plants, I can't wait to tell you about my ideas for our shop."

The shiba inu, startled, turned his head to look at the demon over his shoulder.

"Our shop?" he gasped. "Wait, why do I-"

"Oh, yes, our shop. Well, we'll make it two shops. You'll have your alchemy workspace, and I'll be running my own little business on the side," Orobas murmured, his words interspersed with gentle nips to the shiba inu's ears. "It's going to be so much fun, just you and me and all the big, powerful clients stopping by..."

Oro's eyes widened as the demon kept talking. Between his thighs, Orobas was growing erect.

Very, very erect. And so was Oro, who could feel the pleasure emanating from Orobas like waves. They crashed across him, making him gasp as the unfamiliar sensations thrilled up his spine and inside his brain.

"Mmmhh... and I'll need a new bed, the one you have now definitely won't handle the strain," Orobas crooned, hips shifting, sliding, teasing under the canine's curled tail. "And a steady supply of stamina potions for my guests, and for you - you're gonna be helping me handle the busy hours."

Oro moaned as he felt Orobas roll him onto his belly. The incubus's claws latched onto his plump hips as he felt the cool morning dew soak into his fur. Oro's tail wagged as the heavy breathing echoed in his ears. He closed his eyes, tongue flopping out, as he felt the fat red tip of Orobas's thick shaft slide between his rump cheeks. The strong morning sun made his dark fur feel so nice and warm as he felt Orobas grope and massage his thick cheeks until he was almost drooling, though he finally remembered what it was the demon had said. He tried to to open his muzzle to speak, but as he did, he felt one of Orobas's hands wrap around one of the black horns between his ears - horns that were just like the demon's.

"Wait, help you handle... are you opening a brothooooooohh!"

Orobas's claws dug into the shiba's thick pelt, holding him close as his hips bounced off of Oro's plump, firm rump. His other paw stretched forward, wrapping around the half-demon shiba inu squirming beneath him. Orobas held on tight, hauling Oro's chest backwards as he sunk his hips forward, impaling the hot canine to the hilt. His muzzle shoved up against one of Oro's ears, teeth scraping along the fur as he spoke, all the while shoving and grinding his hips in small, tight circles, that made Oro's thick, enlarged maleness, now the equal of the demon's impressive package, shoot loads of seed into the grass and flowers.

"Just a spot for weary adventurers to... hfff... take a load off!" Orobas growled, pinning the squirming, gasping, shuddering male beneath him down into the flowers. "You're... nnnnff... gonna love it!"

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Several months later...

"Welcome to the Shiba Twin Inn!"

Orobas draped his right arm around Oro's lower back and hips as the gray and black-furred canine squeezed into his side. The owners of the inn stood proudly in front of the large bar, surrounded by heavy tables occupied by a variety of adventuring parties, while more groups streamed in by the moment. Hired help scurried around delivering dishes, removing empty plates, and refilling mugs of ale while suffering constant pinches, squeezes, and gropes from the drunk and rowdy guests.

Orobas smirked, eyes drifting across the den of debauchery he'd created with Oro, who turned out to be brilliant not just with the potions and medicine that funded their initial growth, but at pleasing even the most difficult customers, especially now that they were busier than ever as more and more adventurers came through their town on the way into the wildlands. Many were starting to settle down, adding to the base of locals that enjoyed the opportunity to drink and eat all the delicious food they could want (thanks to Orobas's skills) and fuck more than they could have imagined (thanks to Oro's skills).

The large wooden door of the inn slammed open. The blacksmith stood in the frame, one paw splayed across the wood, as his huge chest and large, round belly heaved against the dirty apron stretched tight across his bulky body. The muscular, thickset dog growled as he scanned the room before settling his eyes on Oro, whose claws instinctively grabbed onto Orobas's chest as he moaned.

"Oh? Is it Wednesday already?" Orobas asked. His tail wagged. Of course he knew it was Wednesday, when the blacksmith, who they were still paying for the work he'd done on the inn when building it, settled another payment in the form of having until dawn to do as he pleased with Oro. Orobas's paw swung down, smacking off the plump-hipped canine's thick rump - a rump just as thick, juicy, and meaty as his own. "Be a good pup, Oro, and make sure you treat the client right. Heh heh..."

The mastiff's large jowls spread into a lewd grin as he advanced through the pub. Some of the regulars lifted their glasses, cheering as the big canine's paws swept Oro up into his arms and carried him upstairs to the demonic twinks bedroom. Orobas grinned as he watched them go, a twinge in his hips as he felt his fellow half-demon's pleasure spiking already. The incubus wiggled his tail as he looked around the inn with a look of pride, paws on his wide hips, narrow belly wrapped up in his revealing half-corset. Things were going so well, he might even be able to take Oro out for a little herb-gathering trip, just the two of them, alone, for a little romantic getaway where he could fuck that cute little shiba's brains out in a place that nobody could hear the cute little bottom's howls but Orobas...

"Welcome, welcome!" he growled, lisp curling and teeth showing as he watched another group of muscular, buff adventurers enter the tavern. "First-timers get a drink and a blowjob on the house!"

The end