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The becoming dragonoid's fangs curved and sharpened into razors as the mask readjusted itself and the full padding of his chest became chiseled pectorals, the bulge between his legs too now thicker and looking primal,. His thighs were swollen into that of a beefcake's, and he felt the spurting of ligaments from his back as the framework of new wings began to stretch out like hands -- akin to those of his dragonoid companion's. As the gooey mane began to flow from the back of his head and the thickened tendricular strands tinted their black, purple, and blue, the dragon could feel one name sidling into his forethoughts: Lazarus. This costume was based upon the demonic beast of his friend's brethren -- a prince with muscle, disdain, and a high and proud attitude... And he felt it now, slightly, seeping into the crevices of his head. He could feel the throbbing of his heart doing overtime in his chest, the flap of the wings as the oozing linanex that made the two beings became the webbing between each fingery digit. He was now Lazarus, and the zipper on his back was gone... He was stuck.

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