So, this is normal, right? Just waking up like this? Sure... I'm only overreacting. Wait shit I'm not. I'm stuck in this lowblood's body and there is no way that I can get out. Hell I don't even know how I got in here in the first place. I groan as I look myself over in the mirror.

I want to gag on my own saliva. I don't see my normal body, I'm staring right back at Sollux's too-thin reflection. This day is horrid and I wish it never happened.

Oh, I just really hope that Sollux isn't in my royal body. That would just make this whole damn thing worse than it already was. Worst thing about it is that I have no idea how this even happened. I have no idea what caused it, and no idea how to get back to normal. Just great, perfect, just how I want to spend my time; as a lowblood asshole with an awful lisp and freaky eyes. I'm a mutant now, some douche with a fucked up think pan, a split tongue (which I never knew he had actually) and an overbite so bad I could open cans from a long way away. I don't even have my fins anymore; I have his stupid twitchy ears and gill-less sides and neck.

Shaking my head, his head, my head... just fuck it, really this is all so confusing. I can't believe this. I'm still covered in sopor and the most awkward thing is I have to shower like this. Nice. Just what I wanted. Maybe I should try talking? Who knows maybe I still have my regal voice. "Tetht... one... two- FUCK!" No. No, no, no! I cannot have his horrible lisp. I made fun of it, caused him hell for it I can't have the same one.

Boy does this split tongue feel weird to talk with. And wow has his hair always been this soft? No Eridan, don't start thinking about other things. This is awful, utterly awful in every way possible. Nothing can change my mind.

Then again, there was always that rumor going around with Sol and double of everything. Honestly when will I ever get to see if it's true or not ever again? Not like I'll ever end up in a quadrant with the asshole and end up pailing him. Besides, this could be used for blackmail later if it is true. I saw a snarky grin etch itself on the reflection of Sol in the mirror, and I realized I was the one making it not a moment later. This was all kinds of wrong, but it was only because I was curious, right? Besides, it's like Sol doing it with himself, really. Yeah, if I think about it like that there is nothing weird or creepy about this situation at all.

Walking over to the softest chair I could find, which happened to be his computer desk chair, I sat down and stared down at the crotch I was stuck with for who knows how long. This was still weird, every time I look down at my body, I see Sol's instead. Sighing, I unbuckle the belt and jeans he was wearing when we switched over and drop them, propping the skinny as all fuck legs up on the computer desk.

How typical, blue and red boxers. What a fucking dork. Whatever, not like I'll be keeping them on for much longer.

I slipped them off and put them where I put his pants, taking off his mismatched shoes and socks next, looking down at where a bulge (or two) lay hidden beneath the protective sheathe that hid it from harm.

Just thinking about what I'm about to do sends a surge of heat through the skinny body, the warm, flushed body I was cursed with for now and I can feel my new ears lower. Wow they're really different from fins. I drag one of my hands down the dipping stomach and I shiver. I never knew his weak, sensitive spots, and this will also be the perfect time to figure those out, as many as I can, anyways. I can't find all of them out in this one time, obviously. It's not possible.

I feel his muscles quiver under my longer claws, the yellow nails dancing around the skin above the sheathe of his bulge. I can already feel my cheeks heat up in no doubt that hideous mustard color of his blood. Before long I can feel his nook start to start leaking genetic material and wow it felt so weird. I knew what it felt like, but, this was a different body with different limits and wants. Different spots that make you scream. Okay Eridan, stop thinking for a moment.

Rubbing where the sheathe would give way to the tentacle-like appendage beneath, I shut my eyes and roll my head back, uttering a moan and shit no, I still sound like him. That weird nasal-sounding lisping voice is not mine. But, it is pretty damn hot when it moans and whines with need and want.

I feel my hips buck into the touch and before long I can feel something against my hand, and I lean my chin on my chest and open my now surely solid red and blue eyes and stare. Holy shit... the rumors were true! He had two the freak. Wait until everyone knows. Haha- oh dear fuck that felt amazing. The bulges sure had damn minds of their own, they had wrapped around each other and squeezed. I had never in my damn life felt something like that and wow it was just pure pleasure. I moan and throw my head back again, my hips bucking up into my hand.

My hand grabbed one and started pumping it, the other slithering up my abdomen and leaving a golden trail of genetic material in its wake. I still can't believe I'm actually doing this.

I don't even know why I'm continuing but fuck-fuck-fuck it feels too good to stop. Grabbing the other bulge and stroking it, I hear more whines and whimpers and shit Sol isn't good at controlling noises is he? He makes a lot too. Hot damn well isn't that ever attractive... no Eri. Don't go thinking about that! Ugh this feels so amazing.

I'm already sweating and my bony chest is rising up and down, my mouth open and letting all of the sounds wanting to come out be released into the air around me, my ears still lowered.

Since Sol has two, maybe... oh shit that is just-fuck. One of his bulges was buried in his nook and holy shit. I bit into my bottom lip, not caring above my new overbite for a little while as the bulge fucked my now tighter and smaller nook, probing at the pleasure nubs located in it and I felt my whole skinny body quiver in sheer pleasure and want. I kept moaning like a fucking pail-star and woah I never knew Sol could sound like this.

Before I could even think about rubbing the base of the bulge in my hand more I hit sweet release, liquid gold leaking heavily from my nook and out of my bulges, one into my nook and the other over the chair and my lower half. After my release the bulges I had just used to pleasure myself retreated back into their sheathes and the genetic material still left in my nook started to leak out.

Loud, heavy panting is what I can hear, and it's mine. My skinny chest keeps rising and falling and Sol's shirt is sticking to my thin, bony frame. I can't believe how amazing that felt. Two fucking bulges just gave twice the amount of pleasure. I could barely keep my eyes open.

As soon as darkness fills my vision I fall back asleep. Hopefully when I wake up this whole shit-fest will be solved and I'll be back in my royal body again.