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Blake wakes up the day after his flight as a wyvern, and now he has be start figuring out how he's going to live with his new 'roommate'.
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Well, this is my first experiment with doing commissions. This is my follow up to The Wingsuit (Wyvern Suit TF, Second Identity) for Morghus , and I have another chapter planned for later! I'm not sure that I'm going to ever fully open for commissions since I am *so slow*, but we'll see what happens.

The characters in this story belong to

The story was written by me,

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    Sunlight stung Blake’s eyes, slowly forcing him awake. Groggily, he wondered how long he had slept in that the sun was coming in through his westward facing window. As he laid there, he recalled a strangely vividly dream he had. In the dream, he had been turned into a wyvern. It had been so wonderful, it felt like he had flown flying freely through the sky for hours. Some parts had been kind of strange though, considering it involved a strange living costume that had forcibly transformed him.
    “How ridiculous,” he sleeplily mumbled to himself as he recalled more and more details, and began wishing that the strange dream had been real.
    After lying in bed for a few moments, Blake began to realize that his blanket felt oddly rubbery. Lifting his head to get a better look, he saw two very familiar wings protectively wrapped around his chest.
    Blake gasped, snapping wide awake and reflexively tried to squirm free from the thing that was holding him, but stopped himself as he finally came to his senses. The dream had been real!
    A crooning sound came from the right side of his head, and he turned to see the wyvern costume staring at him with its incredibly life-like mask. It unexpectedly nuzzled him, apparently happy that he was finally awake. It must have wrapped itself around him as he slept.
    Blake found himself simultaneously weirded out and appreciative that it cared so much about him. “Ummm, good morning,” he awkwardly said to it moments before realizing it was probably late afternoon by now, “Can you let me go?”
    The living suit nuzzled him again, but instead of letting him go it sent him strange sensations through the empathic connection it had with him. Still not used to interpreting the creature’s feelings, Blake didn’t realize what it was planning until he felt it open up behind him and gently start pulling him inside.
    “Wait, no! Bad!” Blake said as he tried to wiggle free from the suit. As much as becoming a wyvern again appealed to him, he had only just woken up. He couldn’t spend all day as a wyvern!
    The envelopment slowed, and the wyvern gave him confused and almost pitiful look. It didn’t seem to understand why he was fighting it, but it did at least appear to get the basic message. Slowly, it began unwrapping him.
    As the wings unfurled from around him, Blake rolled over and gave the living suit a reassuring hug around its neck. “Don’t worry, I promise that I’ll wear you tonight, alright?”
    It was hard to tell how well the thing was able to understand him, since they were really only able to reliably communicate through emotions and mental images. A sensation of happy agreement emanated from its animalistic mind however, and it didn’t stop Blake from getting out of bed. He glanced back at the thing, which was now just an inanimate pile of rubber, and wondered just how weird his life was going to be from now on.
    It came of no surprise that he had slept in well past noon, since he had gotten back at sunrise. Apparently, even though his human form didn’t seem to be affected by the strain of their long flight, he still needed his normal amount of sleep. That meant that he was going to have to figure out when the best times to wear the costume would be. The idea of becoming a dragon and exploring the far reaches of Sunrise Valley was exciting.
    As he took his shower, Blake found himself making mental calculations about just how much time he could spend as a wyvern without neglecting his day-to-day life. In theory, he could give up most of his video game and TV time so he could spend every evening flying. Perhaps he could even find ways to spend time in his apartment as a wyvern, though he wasn’t sure how much he would be able to do with those unwieldy wings.
    The real problem was going to be hiding the living suit, and his wyvern form, from everyone else. If he accidently caused some sort of panic in the town, then it would be harder to find safe times to become Morghus.
    He paused in confusion as the unfamiliar name came to mind. Morghus? It took him a moment to remember that at some point during the flight, while he was fully merged body and mind with the living suit, they had decided that Morghus would be a more suitable name for a dragon. He sighed, once again wondering how weird this was going to get.
    “Speaking of names, I should think of one for my rubbery friend too,” he muttered to himself, figuring that it might be best if he reserved the name ‘Morghus’ for when they transform into a true dragon together.
    After finishing his shower and brushing his teeth, Blake pulled his bathroom door open only to find that the wyvern suit had laid itself at the foot of the doorway. As soon as it saw him, it jumped up, gave him a winghug, and began excitedly licking him. A feeling of relief emanated from the suit’s touch, as if it hadn’t been able to stand being separated from him.
    “Alright alright!” Blake said as he tried to free himself. “I love you too. I was only away a few minutes!”
    After some convincing the suit finally released him, and it followed him around the house instead of becoming inanimate again. It kept looking at him expectantly, obviously hoping that he would put it on. In truth, Blake was quite tempted to do exactly that, but kept telling himself that he needed to get some things done. His job simply kept him too busy during the week for him to do any shopping.
    Thinking about work made Blake remember the costume shop that the living suit had come from. “I wonder, do you think the old man running that shop is going to be looking for you?” He wondered aloud, even though he knew the suit wouldn’t be able to give him an answer. “I don’t know where he got you, but I bet you must have been expensive.”
    A lot growl somehow issued from the wyvern’s empty throat, and then it shambled over to a window as if to watch for the old man’s coming. It didn’t take much for Blake to begin imagining what it would do if someone tried to take it away from him.
    As he watched the wyvern acting like a sort of guard dog, Blake found himself wondering how well the thing was going to take it when he left it alone in the house. It had been acting rather… clingy.
    Sure enough, as soon as he started getting ready to leave, the living suit rushed up to him and latched onto him with its wings. It gave him a pitiful look, and he could feel its fear and anxiety from its empathic touch. The idea of being left alone again terrified it, and it didn’t understand why it had to be separated from him so soon.
    “Don’t worry, I’ll be back!” Blake said as he reassuringly patted its head even as he tried to control the intense sympathy he was feeling for the poor creature. “I’m only going to be gone for a few hours. This is my home, so I’ll definitely be back and we’ll be able to fly again, alright?”
    His reassurances didn’t seem to be enough for the living suit, and it only hugged his legs tighter. A quiet whimpering sound issued from it, taking Blake off guard and making him feel terrible for trying to leave it like this. He couldn’t help but recall the memories the creature had shown him from back when it had been trapped in that costume shop for ages. Had that been such a traumatic experience that it would never be able to handle being alone again?
    “If I wear you now, will you let me go shopping tomorrow?” Blake asked it.
    The wyvern suit gave him a confused look, obviously not understanding what he was saying. Blake mumbled an obscenity to himself, wishing that it could understand him better. This communication issue issue was going to make it difficult for the thing to ever let him go anywhere without it.
    After staring into the thing’s pleading eyes for a few more moments, Blake sighed in defeat, “Alright I’ll wear you, butjust for a little while, alright?”
    The living suit seemed to understand that well enough, and its expression quickly changed to excitement. It didn’t waste any time, and immediately began opening up and pulling Blake towards it.
    “Wait, wait!” Blake said as he made an effort to hold the hungry costume back, “I can climb in on my own!”
    After a brief struggle, the wyvern seemed to get the message. Looking slightly dejected, it released him and backed away. Then it turned its back to him and stood up as straight as it could as it formed slits along its spine, legs, and wing arms to admit its host.
    Even though he had already worn the wyvern suit once, Blake couldn’t help but feel weirded out by the idea of just stepping into it an obviously living thing. Ideally, he would have preferred to put the thing on like a normal living costume, but he supposed he should be happy that it had decided that it trusted him enough that he was getting any choice about this at all. After setting his shoes aside, he walked towards the waiting opening.
    After stepping over the wyvern suit’s tail so that he was positioned behind its open seams, Blake considered what the best way to step inside would be. The thing wasn’t exactly humanoid shaped after all, so it wouldn’t be like putting on an iron man suit or something. Figuring it would be easiest to just start with the legs, he carefully slipped his feet inside and trusted in his partner to hold him steady.
    Standing in the suit was a bit awkward, since he had to balance on his toes within the thing’s digitigrade paws. However, he began to feel the telltale tingle of the transformation already beginning at his feet. Doing his best to control his growing excitement at the thought of becoming a wyvern again, he kneeled forward into the suit’s partially crouched legs. It would have been a difficult pose for him to maintain, but the surprisingly strong living costume seemed to sense his difficulties and closed around his legs to help support him.
    With his legs secure, Blake leaned forward let the upper body of the costume engulf him. He slid his arms into its oversized wings as he felt the seams close behind him. He couldn’t help but feel trapped now that he was completely at the mercy of the living suit, but at least this time he was inside willingly. It didn’t take long for his excitement begin pushing aside his fears.
    All at once, his body grew outwards into the waiting costume. His legs and torso thickened, giving him the strength he needed to assume the wyvern’s crouched pose. At the same time, his neck lengthened and his head grew more draconic. His facial features and horns grew in so quickly that they almost got caught within the living costume’s material before he could get them into the proper position.
    The most distracting change was what was happening to his arms, and now that he wasn’t trying to fight the transformation he couldn’t help but be fascinated by what he felt happening to them. His arms rapidly grew into their new skin, becoming so long that his knuckles hit the floor and he found himself using them to steady himself as the transformation progressed. His already enlarged hands popped into place within the costume’s gloves, and his lengthening fingers somehow found their ways into the proper slots within the costume. They grew longer and longer, making his hands effectively useless or anything but crawling and flying.
    The changes should have been terrifying, but Blake felt only exhilaration. He could feel the wyvern suit’s elation at becoming filled as well. Together, they stretched their body as Blake fully filled out the living suit, and its rubbery material merged with him. The suit’s rubbery skin was replaced with living scales, making it impossible to guess at its artificial origin. As the transformation finished, Blake lost all restraint and let out a roar as they revealed in becoming the dragon known as Morghus once again.
    Once the rush of the transformation ended, Morghus cringed as he realized that his neighbors had almost certainly been able to hear that through the walls of the apartment. With any luck they would just think he was playing a video game or something, but he needed to be more careful in the future.
    Just like the last time they had merged, the suit’s mind had partially joined with his. He could sense its basic thoughts and instincts like they were a part of him, and he could already feel an intense desire to go outside to fly and hut. For a moment, the instincts overwhelmed him and he began crawling towards the closest window so he could break through it and get the freedom they desired so badly.
    Regaining his senses at the last moment, Morghus stopped himself before he did something that would have been incredibly foolish. Aside from the damage he would have caused to his window, it was still daytime. It was still far too bright out for them to risk going outside, not to mention how disastrous it would be if a neighbor saw a wyvern squeezing itself through the hallway.
    If they couldn’t go outside, then what was he supposed to do supposed to do? Just sit around indoors? They wyvern grumbled, wishing he had thought this out more.
    Well, if he was going to be stuck here until nightfall, he figured he should at least get comfortable. He began moving towards his living room, doing his best to avoid knocking anything over with his wings. This proved to be surprisingly difficult, since walking was far easier when he was on all fours.
    Getting through a doorway meant for a human ended up being quite a challenge. His wing arms were too wide to simply walk through it, but if he closed his wings and stood on his hind legs then his head would hit the ceiling. After a minute of shuffling and experiments, he settled on pushing his left wing through the doorway, setting it down, then hobbling through while turning to avoid hitting the wall with his tail. The entire process made him feel like he was trying to move furniture through narrow spaces.
    Finally in the living room, Morghus pondered trying to lay on his couch for a few moments but in the end decided he didn’t want to risk tearing it up with his claws and spines. Then, with a groan, he realized that he was going to have a grand time trying to turn his tv on without any hands.
    The wyvern walked up to the table his remote was on, and then leaned as he carefully began trying to work it with his wing thumbs. The process was difficult, but through sheer determination he eventually started up netflix and picked a movie. On a whim, he decided to load up ‘Venom’, figuring it might actually be educational or at least amusing considering his current situation.
    With that feat accomplished, he laid himself on the floor with his wings folded beneath him and tried to get into a comfortable watching position. The ridiculousness of his situation made Morghus uncomfortably aware that he wasn’t really being much of a dragon right now, and it made him more aware of the wyvern and human halves of his mind. His wyvern half was quite indignant about being reduced to this when he should be flying free and hunting, and Blake couldn’t help but agree. At the very least, he was going to have to rearrange his furniture to better accommodate his new form.

Description
Blake wakes up the day after his flight as a wyvern, and now he has be start figuring out how he's going to live with his new 'roommate'.
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If you have trouble with DA's pdf viewer, please download the file!

Well, this is my first experiment with doing commissions. This is my follow up to The Wingsuit (Wyvern Suit TF, Second Identity) for Morghus , and I have another chapter planned for later! I'm not sure that I'm going to ever fully open for commissions since I am *so slow*, but we'll see what happens.

The characters in this story belong to

The story was written by me,

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    Sunlight stung Blake’s eyes, slowly forcing him awake. Groggily, he wondered how long he had slept in that the sun was coming in through his westward facing window. As he laid there, he recalled a strangely vividly dream he had. In the dream, he had been turned into a wyvern. It had been so wonderful, it felt like he had flown flying freely through the sky for hours. Some parts had been kind of strange though, considering it involved a strange living costume that had forcibly transformed him.
    “How ridiculous,” he sleeplily mumbled to himself as he recalled more and more details, and began wishing that the strange dream had been real.
    After lying in bed for a few moments, Blake began to realize that his blanket felt oddly rubbery. Lifting his head to get a better look, he saw two very familiar wings protectively wrapped around his chest.
    Blake gasped, snapping wide awake and reflexively tried to squirm free from the thing that was holding him, but stopped himself as he finally came to his senses. The dream had been real!
    A crooning sound came from the right side of his head, and he turned to see the wyvern costume staring at him with its incredibly life-like mask. It unexpectedly nuzzled him, apparently happy that he was finally awake. It must have wrapped itself around him as he slept.
    Blake found himself simultaneously weirded out and appreciative that it cared so much about him. “Ummm, good morning,” he awkwardly said to it moments before realizing it was probably late afternoon by now, “Can you let me go?”
    The living suit nuzzled him again, but instead of letting him go it sent him strange sensations through the empathic connection it had with him. Still not used to interpreting the creature’s feelings, Blake didn’t realize what it was planning until he felt it open up behind him and gently start pulling him inside.
    “Wait, no! Bad!” Blake said as he tried to wiggle free from the suit. As much as becoming a wyvern again appealed to him, he had only just woken up. He couldn’t spend all day as a wyvern!
    The envelopment slowed, and the wyvern gave him confused and almost pitiful look. It didn’t seem to understand why he was fighting it, but it did at least appear to get the basic message. Slowly, it began unwrapping him.
    As the wings unfurled from around him, Blake rolled over and gave the living suit a reassuring hug around its neck. “Don’t worry, I promise that I’ll wear you tonight, alright?”
    It was hard to tell how well the thing was able to understand him, since they were really only able to reliably communicate through emotions and mental images. A sensation of happy agreement emanated from its animalistic mind however, and it didn’t stop Blake from getting out of bed. He glanced back at the thing, which was now just an inanimate pile of rubber, and wondered just how weird his life was going to be from now on.
    It came of no surprise that he had slept in well past noon, since he had gotten back at sunrise. Apparently, even though his human form didn’t seem to be affected by the strain of their long flight, he still needed his normal amount of sleep. That meant that he was going to have to figure out when the best times to wear the costume would be. The idea of becoming a dragon and exploring the far reaches of Sunrise Valley was exciting.
    As he took his shower, Blake found himself making mental calculations about just how much time he could spend as a wyvern without neglecting his day-to-day life. In theory, he could give up most of his video game and TV time so he could spend every evening flying. Perhaps he could even find ways to spend time in his apartment as a wyvern, though he wasn’t sure how much he would be able to do with those unwieldy wings.
    The real problem was going to be hiding the living suit, and his wyvern form, from everyone else. If he accidently caused some sort of panic in the town, then it would be harder to find safe times to become Morghus.
    He paused in confusion as the unfamiliar name came to mind. Morghus? It took him a moment to remember that at some point during the flight, while he was fully merged body and mind with the living suit, they had decided that Morghus would be a more suitable name for a dragon. He sighed, once again wondering how weird this was going to get.
    “Speaking of names, I should think of one for my rubbery friend too,” he muttered to himself, figuring that it might be best if he reserved the name ‘Morghus’ for when they transform into a true dragon together.
    After finishing his shower and brushing his teeth, Blake pulled his bathroom door open only to find that the wyvern suit had laid itself at the foot of the doorway. As soon as it saw him, it jumped up, gave him a winghug, and began excitedly licking him. A feeling of relief emanated from the suit’s touch, as if it hadn’t been able to stand being separated from him.
    “Alright alright!” Blake said as he tried to free himself. “I love you too. I was only away a few minutes!”
    After some convincing the suit finally released him, and it followed him around the house instead of becoming inanimate again. It kept looking at him expectantly, obviously hoping that he would put it on. In truth, Blake was quite tempted to do exactly that, but kept telling himself that he needed to get some things done. His job simply kept him too busy during the week for him to do any shopping.
    Thinking about work made Blake remember the costume shop that the living suit had come from. “I wonder, do you think the old man running that shop is going to be looking for you?” He wondered aloud, even though he knew the suit wouldn’t be able to give him an answer. “I don’t know where he got you, but I bet you must have been expensive.”
    A lot growl somehow issued from the wyvern’s empty throat, and then it shambled over to a window as if to watch for the old man’s coming. It didn’t take much for Blake to begin imagining what it would do if someone tried to take it away from him.
    As he watched the wyvern acting like a sort of guard dog, Blake found himself wondering how well the thing was going to take it when he left it alone in the house. It had been acting rather… clingy.
    Sure enough, as soon as he started getting ready to leave, the living suit rushed up to him and latched onto him with its wings. It gave him a pitiful look, and he could feel its fear and anxiety from its empathic touch. The idea of being left alone again terrified it, and it didn’t understand why it had to be separated from him so soon.
    “Don’t worry, I’ll be back!” Blake said as he reassuringly patted its head even as he tried to control the intense sympathy he was feeling for the poor creature. “I’m only going to be gone for a few hours. This is my home, so I’ll definitely be back and we’ll be able to fly again, alright?”
    His reassurances didn’t seem to be enough for the living suit, and it only hugged his legs tighter. A quiet whimpering sound issued from it, taking Blake off guard and making him feel terrible for trying to leave it like this. He couldn’t help but recall the memories the creature had shown him from back when it had been trapped in that costume shop for ages. Had that been such a traumatic experience that it would never be able to handle being alone again?
    “If I wear you now, will you let me go shopping tomorrow?” Blake asked it.
    The wyvern suit gave him a confused look, obviously not understanding what he was saying. Blake mumbled an obscenity to himself, wishing that it could understand him better. This communication issue issue was going to make it difficult for the thing to ever let him go anywhere without it.
    After staring into the thing’s pleading eyes for a few more moments, Blake sighed in defeat, “Alright I’ll wear you, butjust for a little while, alright?”
    The living suit seemed to understand that well enough, and its expression quickly changed to excitement. It didn’t waste any time, and immediately began opening up and pulling Blake towards it.
    “Wait, wait!” Blake said as he made an effort to hold the hungry costume back, “I can climb in on my own!”
    After a brief struggle, the wyvern seemed to get the message. Looking slightly dejected, it released him and backed away. Then it turned its back to him and stood up as straight as it could as it formed slits along its spine, legs, and wing arms to admit its host.
    Even though he had already worn the wyvern suit once, Blake couldn’t help but feel weirded out by the idea of just stepping into it an obviously living thing. Ideally, he would have preferred to put the thing on like a normal living costume, but he supposed he should be happy that it had decided that it trusted him enough that he was getting any choice about this at all. After setting his shoes aside, he walked towards the waiting opening.
    After stepping over the wyvern suit’s tail so that he was positioned behind its open seams, Blake considered what the best way to step inside would be. The thing wasn’t exactly humanoid shaped after all, so it wouldn’t be like putting on an iron man suit or something. Figuring it would be easiest to just start with the legs, he carefully slipped his feet inside and trusted in his partner to hold him steady.
    Standing in the suit was a bit awkward, since he had to balance on his toes within the thing’s digitigrade paws. However, he began to feel the telltale tingle of the transformation already beginning at his feet. Doing his best to control his growing excitement at the thought of becoming a wyvern again, he kneeled forward into the suit’s partially crouched legs. It would have been a difficult pose for him to maintain, but the surprisingly strong living costume seemed to sense his difficulties and closed around his legs to help support him.
    With his legs secure, Blake leaned forward let the upper body of the costume engulf him. He slid his arms into its oversized wings as he felt the seams close behind him. He couldn’t help but feel trapped now that he was completely at the mercy of the living suit, but at least this time he was inside willingly. It didn’t take long for his excitement begin pushing aside his fears.
    All at once, his body grew outwards into the waiting costume. His legs and torso thickened, giving him the strength he needed to assume the wyvern’s crouched pose. At the same time, his neck lengthened and his head grew more draconic. His facial features and horns grew in so quickly that they almost got caught within the living costume’s material before he could get them into the proper position.
    The most distracting change was what was happening to his arms, and now that he wasn’t trying to fight the transformation he couldn’t help but be fascinated by what he felt happening to them. His arms rapidly grew into their new skin, becoming so long that his knuckles hit the floor and he found himself using them to steady himself as the transformation progressed. His already enlarged hands popped into place within the costume’s gloves, and his lengthening fingers somehow found their ways into the proper slots within the costume. They grew longer and longer, making his hands effectively useless or anything but crawling and flying.
    The changes should have been terrifying, but Blake felt only exhilaration. He could feel the wyvern suit’s elation at becoming filled as well. Together, they stretched their body as Blake fully filled out the living suit, and its rubbery material merged with him. The suit’s rubbery skin was replaced with living scales, making it impossible to guess at its artificial origin. As the transformation finished, Blake lost all restraint and let out a roar as they revealed in becoming the dragon known as Morghus once again.
    Once the rush of the transformation ended, Morghus cringed as he realized that his neighbors had almost certainly been able to hear that through the walls of the apartment. With any luck they would just think he was playing a video game or something, but he needed to be more careful in the future.
    Just like the last time they had merged, the suit’s mind had partially joined with his. He could sense its basic thoughts and instincts like they were a part of him, and he could already feel an intense desire to go outside to fly and hut. For a moment, the instincts overwhelmed him and he began crawling towards the closest window so he could break through it and get the freedom they desired so badly.
    Regaining his senses at the last moment, Morghus stopped himself before he did something that would have been incredibly foolish. Aside from the damage he would have caused to his window, it was still daytime. It was still far too bright out for them to risk going outside, not to mention how disastrous it would be if a neighbor saw a wyvern squeezing itself through the hallway.
    If they couldn’t go outside, then what was he supposed to do supposed to do? Just sit around indoors? They wyvern grumbled, wishing he had thought this out more.
    Well, if he was going to be stuck here until nightfall, he figured he should at least get comfortable. He began moving towards his living room, doing his best to avoid knocking anything over with his wings. This proved to be surprisingly difficult, since walking was far easier when he was on all fours.
    Getting through a doorway meant for a human ended up being quite a challenge. His wing arms were too wide to simply walk through it, but if he closed his wings and stood on his hind legs then his head would hit the ceiling. After a minute of shuffling and experiments, he settled on pushing his left wing through the doorway, setting it down, then hobbling through while turning to avoid hitting the wall with his tail. The entire process made him feel like he was trying to move furniture through narrow spaces.
    Finally in the living room, Morghus pondered trying to lay on his couch for a few moments but in the end decided he didn’t want to risk tearing it up with his claws and spines. Then, with a groan, he realized that he was going to have a grand time trying to turn his tv on without any hands.
    The wyvern walked up to the table his remote was on, and then leaned as he carefully began trying to work it with his wing thumbs. The process was difficult, but through sheer determination he eventually started up netflix and picked a movie. On a whim, he decided to load up ‘Venom’, figuring it might actually be educational or at least amusing considering his current situation.
    With that feat accomplished, he laid himself on the floor with his wings folded beneath him and tried to get into a comfortable watching position. The ridiculousness of his situation made Morghus uncomfortably aware that he wasn’t really being much of a dragon right now, and it made him more aware of the wyvern and human halves of his mind. His wyvern half was quite indignant about being reduced to this when he should be flying free and hunting, and Blake couldn’t help but agree. At the very least, he was going to have to rearrange his furniture to better accommodate his new form.