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Rubin pinched at his now rubberized body, stretching the skin of his arm. Just like the hummingbird he cloned, he was now rubberized.

Rubin's tale began in a car covered in rubigo, messing with a Rubik's Cube in the more abandoned streets of New York. The rubiginous colors made the cube look old, but it was just the way he chose to paint the sides.

Rubberneckers seemed to gawk at him from all over, which may have been because of his hair. Despite the awful clothes that covered his body, and the rubiginous rubigo covering the car he resided in, his hair looked like that of an exotic rich person. Not only did it shine like emeralds and diamonds and rubies, the light purple color that ran down it seemed to be completely natural. There didn't seem to be a speck of dust lining any bit of hair, not a single drop of mud nor rubbish found itself inside.

Rubbishy was everything else around him though, but at the moment this was his home. Working as a fast food employee wasn't enough to pay for a house after all, so this rubbish was all he owned to his name. One rubbernecker didn't seem to be deterred by the rubbish though, continuing to look on after everyone else left.

"Rube." Rubin groaned at the rubbernecker, who looked just a bit out of place in these city slums. With a large straw hat and overalls he looked like he came from the countryside. He'd look much more in place as a farmer on the field, why would he be looking this way?

Rubbing the stubble on his chin, the rubbernecker smiled a thin smile.
"Never seen a Rubik's cube like that," he said. "Actual Rubik's cubes are made of plastic, with the colors plastered on. Making one out of metal is inefficient, especially with so much rubigo."

"Rubigo?" Rubin thought about it for a bit before replying. "It's not rusty, it's just the way I chose to paint it."

Rubbing his chin, the rubbernecker continued.
"I could tell," he said. "The paint is starting to peel off a bit there, which reveals a shiny surface underneath. Not to mention the uneven texture isn't something you'd find in something factory made."

Rubin clutched the Rubik's cube harder.
"So? What difference does it make?"

"Rubigo is all over your vehicle but it doesn't resemble any professionally made car. The seats seem a bit too soft, the window glass isn't tempered, and those tires aren't even rubber. You can't fool me with that layer of paint."

"Rubber was hard to come by." Rubin became more and more defensive. "What about it?"

Rubbing his chin must've been an obsession for this rubbernecker, because he scratched it so much it was surprising it had yet to leave a mark.
"I'm not trying to insult you," the rubbernecker said. "I'm just impressed. I'm sure you realize most people can't build cars right? Where did you learn this? What college did you go to?"

Rubin stuttered a bit as he continued to speak.
"Actually," he said. "I didn't go to school."

Rubies seem to gleam in the rubbernecker's eyes.
"And yet you're this talented! Maybe you're just the type of guy I'm looking for..."

Rubin rolled his eyes, thinking he knew exactly where this was going. He wasn't a stranger to getting scammed, and this seemed to have scam written all over it. That being said, this guy did seem interesting, and it wasn't everyday Rubin found someone that appreciated his craftsmanship. Maybe he'd play along just for now, bailing as soon as the scam roared its ugly head.

Rubin continued to work for the rubbernecker for six years.

R.U.B. was the name of the organization, an acronym that Rubin could never remember the meaning of. This underground worldwide organization was made up of various agents and spies, influencing politics on a global scale. The rubbernecker was one of these agents, a spy by the name of Will. Rubin was hired as a brand new technician, and once given a formal education the things he could create were astounding.

Rubin assembled tools for various different occasions. A key that could open any lock, a lock that can never be opened by any key (not even the key he invented), a better key that can even open the unlockable lock. His superiors stopped him before he could make a better lock.
Keys and locks weren't the only things he made. Teleportation devices, cloning machines, jet packs, any covert tool a spy may need and many of the things they didn't. Day after day Rubin tinkered in his lab, making endless adjustments and changes to his next device.

"Rubinstein Waltz Comachina! Open this door right now!" After shouting at his labs door for ten minutes two agents of R.U.B. kicked the door down. The agents Alpha and Omega were somewhat familiar with the lab, having once entered the secret base under Russian ground a few years before, but the current appearance was shocking.

Rubbish had been thrown every which way, whether it was papers or metals or tools they had no idea the usage for. The rubbish was so much no inch of the ground could be seen, traversing through it like wading through a pool. Fortunately Rubin wasn't hard to spot, since his bright hair seemed to shimmer without even a speck of dust inside. How the hair always remained intact like that, the agents never knew.

"RUBINSTEIN!" Alpha smacked Rubin on the head, finally getting his attention. "We've been calling you for days now, why haven't you answered?"

"Rubin, don't mind him," Omega said. "He's just been cranky with all of the recent missions. His patience has essentially been rubbed out, we just need to know when you'll be done with the device."

Rubin clenched his fist and looked down in disappointment. His eyes looked like they didn't have sleep in years.
"I don't know," he said, rubbing his eyes. "Something like this is impossible! At this rate I'm going to have nothing to show for all of these months and then the plan will go awry and I'll have to be fired for this mistake and I'll have no where to live except that car in the alley and-"

"Rubbish," Alpha groaned. "What's even the problem!? You made teleportation for Christ's sake!"

Rubin flinched, but Omega put himself between him and Alpha.
"No need to keep worrying," Omega said. "You can be a bit of a rubrician at times. Want a raspberry? They always help me calm down."

Rubious berries of the Rubus genus were displayed in Omega's hands. Rubin took one and munched on it, pondering the question that stumped him for this long.

Rubin knew the basic situation he had to deal with, or at least some of the details. The issue was some politician, one that was likely to sign something troublesome into law. Killing him would cause far more trouble than it was worth though, so R.U.B. wanted some way to control him. This was causing Rubin much more trouble than he thought it would, since the human mind was such a complicated thing. Making a time machine was probably easier than this, how was he supposed to do this?

Rubor seemed to be all over his face, stressed at the problem before him.

"Rubin, calm down." Omega stuffed a raspberry in Rubin's mouth. "I'm sure you'll think of something."

Rubbing his head, Alpha just groaned.
"Leave him be," he said. "At this point a virus would be more useful."

Rubin flashed with inspiration. A virus? What if he thought of this problem in the wrong way? Don't treat the politician like something that needed to be controlled, treat him like someone with Rubella or something. The virus in this situation would be his support for the law, he just needed some way to eliminate that virus.

Rubin immediately set to work, doing whatever he could. It seemed like it was possible to remove certain personality traits from an individual, one just needed another person to place them back in. But not just any vessel can take these awful traits and remain completely sane. The best vessel for this sort of thing would be a complete clone of the individual.

Rubiginous metals were bolted together, and wires of a certain rubricity were crossed and tied. After many weeks the prototype device had finally been completed, a large rubigo metal box with one hole on the side to enter from. The idea was to sneak the politician inside and have all of his worst qualities absorbed into a lifeless copy, which should prevent him from wanting to sign the law.

Rubin-throated hummingbirds were the first test subjects, with Rubin setting it to remove the breeding instinct from each male hummingbird. The machine whirred and popped and groaned and stirred until twice as many hummingbirds came out of the machine. Half of them went to mate with the females, and the other half ignored them. It seemed like it was all a success.

Rubin noticed something odd about the hummingbirds though. When touched it felt like the copy bird was made out of rubber, like the body was rubberized during the cloning process. And whether it was related to the rubberization was unknown, but the feathers of each copy was a slightly different color to the original. This side effect was certainly interesting to say the least, but the original hummingbirds seemed to be completely unaltered. If it was just the clones, there wasn't any need to deal with this problem for now. As long as it worked on humans...

Rubin stepped inside the machine himself, not knowing anyone else that could serve as his human test subject. What sort of traits would he be okay with rubbing out of his own mind though? If this test succeeded, he'd have to take something away from himself, but what?
It probably didn't matter anyways. Rubin did implement a reversal system just in case, copying the erased aspects within the clone's mind and putting them back in the original. There'd still be an extra clone leftover, but at least he'd be whole still.

Rubin could do with slightly less stubbornness for a bit, just use that for the test. A few clicks of the control panel was all the preparation needed before he stepped into the device. It was going to be fine, he was going to be fine, the random sparks coming from the walls and the rubigo peeling from the surface and the strange whirring and odd movements happening were just normal... Okay, this couldn't be ignored anymore.

Rubin tried to step out of the machine, only for the machine to activate. It was too late, needles stabbed his head and extracted all of the necessary data. He screamed, feeling an intense pain that shouldn't be there. It was supposed to be painless, it shouldn't hurt, why did it hurt so much? He lost feeling in his limbs, he couldn't keep himself up, everything was turning white...

Rubin opened his eyes, finding himself inside a busted smoking machine. He didn't feel a little bit of pain, in fact his limbs were as light as a feather. There wasn't a scratch, bump, or hint of rubor on his naked body, in fact it seemed perfectly rubicund. The more pressing question would probably be his nudity, after all this machine wasn't made to remove clothes.

Rubin could see the smoke clear, noticing another figure right in front of him. It was uncanny, like looking into a mirror, but it seemed to be his clone. But something seemed off, something Rubin couldn't see at first. His clone seemed to have the wrong hair color. Rubin knew his violet hair well, it wouldn't look like that in this darkness. He looked at his own hair to compare, only to be shocked at what he saw.

Rubin was known for pale violet hair that seemed to defy logic, remaining the same brightness and shininess no matter how little he washed or cared for it. Yet the two Rubins here found themselves with completely different hair, one with a pale pink and another with a light blue. Did the machine's malfunction mess with their hair color somehow? That shouldn't have been possible, the machine couldn't take away physical traits. A different hair color on the clone was feasible, but on the original? There was no way...

Rubin's eyes turned to further into the machine, widening in shock. A third Rubin!? There was a third Rubin laying on the ground. The idea that he may have accidentally made two clones instead of one was the least shocking part. This third Rubin was lying on the ground with his mouth opened and eyes closed, no signs of movement or breathing at all. His head was punctured with the needles he was stabbed with when he entered the machine, he was wearing all of the clothes he stepped into the machine with, and his hair was still the shade of purple he knew...
Blood seemed to be dripping from his head, that Rubin was dead.

Rubin pinched at his now rubberized body, stretching the skin of his arm. Just like the hummingbird he cloned, he was now rubberized.

Rubin had to catch his breath, stopping himself from hyperventilating. There was a simple explanation for this. He didn't die, he couldn't have died, that was just another clone. That clone must've taken his clothes before proceeding to die after taking the needles to the head, that had to be it. The flash of light must've died his hair and his currently rubberized body was the result of spilt chemicals. That was it. That was the only explanation. Nothing else could be true, nothing at all. Here he was, the original, alive and well. He didn't die, he didn't die, he didn't die, he didn't die...

"Rubigo wasn't the best material to make this out of," the pink-haired Rubin said. "I should've known making this machine out of such rusty materials was faulty."

"Rubigo was all that was around at the time," the blue-haired Rubin said. "Don't insult the work of your own creator, especially right after your birth."

"Rubbish. You realize I'm the original Rubin right? I'm the creator in this situation."

"Rubin? You think you're the original Rubin? I'M the original Rubin. You should name yourself, umm, Two-bin! You're Two-bin!"

"Rubin! I'm Rubin! I'm the original!"

"Rubin is my name! Rubin is me!"

"Rubin is me!"

"Rubin is me!"

Rubin was less insulted by the idea that this doppelganger was the original, and more so at the idea that he was the clone. It was obvious to each of their eyes that the Rubin in front of them was a clone, there wasn't much of a point arguing about that. But if they were a clone, if their memories truly were fake and implanted in them by the machine, then that would mean the actual Rubin... the one not breathing on the ground... he couldn't think of it. Their bodies seemed to stretch from the anger, extending like an accordion. Their torsos seemed to extend, their arms lengthened, their bodies no longer appeared to be chained to a rigid bone structure.

"Rubber," the pink-haired Rubin said. "Your body is rubberized, that's proof you're a clone!"

"Rubbish," the blue-haired Rubin said. "Your body is rubberized too, clearly you're the clone!"

Rubbing, nay, gnashing their teeth together in anger, they ran straight for each other. They headbutted each other, rubbing their foreheads together, surprised it somehow felt both like rubber and skin. Each Rubin tried to shove each other at the same time, hands meeting and grappling in attempt to pin each other. Their penises rubbed right into each other, rubbery skin on rubbery skin.

"Rubin! Is! Me!" The pink-haired Rubin screamed and punctuated every word. "Don't think for a moment that you can overthrow you're creator!"

"Rubin! Is! ME!" The blue-haired Rubin screamed and punctuated every word. "If you continue to believe something like that you won't be able to run when I beat you!"

"Rubbish! I'll tie your rubbery body to mine and stretch it out until it snaps!"

"Rubbish!? That's exactly what'll happen to you if you even dare continue!"

Rubin and Rubin separated their hands, focusing their attention down to their cocks. Pulling on and stretching them didn't hurt as much as it looked like it would, causing more of a tingling sensation if anything. As quickly as they could the two tied their cocks together, snug together in a nice knot.
Afterwards they tugged on each other's hair, seeing that the hair was just as rubbery as the rest of their bodies. Stretching out their arms they pulled on each other's hair like strips of rubber, wrapping it along the outside edges of the machine before tying it together along the edge.

Rubin and Rubin smiled. "Now you can't escape."

Rubin and Rubin pulled, tugging on their tied together cocks and pulling as hard as they could. The pulling didn't loosen the knot in the slightest, tightening it harder and harder. The tips of their cocks were being squeezed intensely, rubbing against each other as hard as they could. Their torsos continued to expand and stretch, pulling back a bit and hooking onto the edges of the machine.

Rubbing and rubbing as hard as they could, the tied tips of their penises jolted pleasure into their bodies. Their arms stayed gripped to each other and their legs stayed rooted to the ground, but their torsos began to wrap themselves around the machine around them. Meters upon meters of flesh was strewn over the metal like ropes, and just when one thought they'd stretched to the limit they'd stretch to more than twice the length. From inside and out the machine was basically unrecognizable, covered in their flesh as the two practically surrounded each other with only themselves.

Rubbing, pulling, shoving, tying, the two fought as hard as they could. Each knew they had to be the original, they must be the original, they rejected any other option. It couldn't be anything else, it shouldn't be anything else. Pleasure built up and built up and built up, arousal seemed to grow and grow within them, they couldn't hold on any longer.

Rubin and Rubin exploded in an orgasm, unable to contain it any longer.
Not a single drop of cum was able to leak out though, blocked by the tight tie that bound their cocks together. Their cum refused to be stopped though, pushing and pushing as hard as they could, seemingly pushing the knot tighter ironically. The entire machine was covered in their bodies, creaking and stammering as the rubigo started to break down. Sparks flew. Metal ripped. The two shot their cum as hard as they could, desperate to spray it out.

Rubigo creaked, sparks flew, the Rubins strained as it all seemed to come down at once. The knot couldn't take the force anymore, forced apart as the Rubins sprayed cum all over the place. The entire machine fell to pieces, bursting from the force of their bodies all over it. Their bodies, like rubber, snapped right through the metal as it started falling apart. Everything snapped together, leaving the Rubins tied together in a much larger knot of flesh.

Rubin and Rubin were tied like that for about twelve hours, struggling to untie themselves during the entire time. With better metals and two hands working on it they were eventually able to make a much more stable version of the previous device, sending it back to R.U.B.'s main headquarters to be used to stop the politician. The third Rubin was buried but never acknowledged again, neither Rubin wanting to deal with the implications.

Rubbery bodies were surprisingly helpful, allowing them to work on multiple different far away projects without taking a single step. Having another set of hands on the scene also helped, at least during the times they didn't argue. That didn't mean they liked each other, they just tolerated each other. At the end of the day, all either of them would believe is that he is the original and nothing else. And whenever the topic of names came up...

"Rubin! Is! Me!" That's what they'd say.