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The night was short, and Arlen awoke to surprising warmth, the sun not even visible yet. He felt as if he had slept under a cover all night, but surely that wasn't the case. He thought back on what had happened, trying to figure out the source of the warmth, keeping his eyes closed as he wriggled about a little. He had found his feral ancestors, he knew that much, and they were interested in him. Very, very interested in him. Arlen's cheeks went flush when he remembered what had happened yesterday.

He opened his eyes just to make sure the whole thing wasn't a dream, and sure enough, he was surrounded by the ancient reptilians. His pleasantly aching tail hole was testament enough that it wasn't a dream. He was held between two of the ferals right now, their arms, legs, and tails in a jumble covering him. Both of them held him, their heads pushed up against his body, their warm breathes pleasant against his skin.

Arlen sighed as he struggled with himself. Should he stay here, and enjoy their warmth? He was fairly certain that if he did he would end up in a similar situation to yesterday. After another minute of debating with himself he finally decided that it would be better to leave for now. He slowly pried himself out of their arms, shivering as the cold air hit the areas of his body that had been concealed by their warmth.

Next he worked their legs off of him, trying to be as careful as he could so he wouldn't wake them. His living blankets moved a bit at this, making quiet noises in their sleep, already moving their arms back. By the time their arms closed back over the spot where Arlen was, he was already on his feet, arms crossed over his own chest in a feeble attempt to fend of the cold. He shivered as he hastily made his way out of the large group of reptilians, stepping over and around them.

Once he made it away from the group he almost ran back to his backpack, hurryingly pulling one of the few blankets he had brought out of it and wrapping it around himself. He pulled his snout under the blanket wrapped around himself, letting his breath warm his body slightly as he started looking through his backpack. He easily found a pair of underwear, but a warmth trickling down his leg stopped him from putting them on. He craned his head over his shoulder, pulling his tail up; trying to confirm what was running down his leg.

He was already fairly certain what it was, and sighed as he put the cloth back into his backpack. He would have to find somewhere to clean himself off before getting dressed. There certainly weren't any showers out here, and he didn't want to go jumping into any freezing water, which led him to wondering around the woods. He wasn't sure what he was hoping to find, but it didn't stop him from looking. Eventually he came across a small stream, and even though he didn't want to enter the cold water he knew that he would anyway.

He set his small blanket down on a tree branch, planning on using it as a towel once he got out. He made his way to the edge of the water and dipped one foot it, slightly surprised when the water wasn't completely freezing. It was still a little cold, but nothing unbearable. He walked into the water, slowly wading out to the deeper areas, making sure to watch his footing in case there was a branch or rock hidden beneath the water. He stopped abruptly a few steps later, drawing in a breath through clenched teeth and holding his arms up.

The water had finally started reaching passed his thighs, and now it was pressing its coldness against Arlen's sensitive slit, forcing him to stop. He took a few deep breaths, trying to calm himself, and then threw his body into the water, letting out a strangled yelp as the coldness enveloped him. He quickly surfaced, his arms wrapped tightly around his shivering chest, and nearly climbed back out of the water at that moment. He was already cold and wet though, and thought that it would be better to quickly clean himself off first.

He let his hands shakily roam around his body, spending most of his efforts rubbing under his tail, attempting to clean that area as best he could. A few short minutes passed before he decided that he was clean enough, hurrying out of the water. He reached his blanket and quickly wrapped it around himself, rubbing the water off of his body. Arlen stood there for a while after drying off, letting the sound of running water calm him. Eventually he knew that he would have to get back to his backpack though, and try to actually get some more pictures of his ancient ancestors.

The sun decided to finally show on his way back to his bag, and he revelled in the warmth it cast down on him. Twigs and leave's crunched beneath his bare feet while he walked along, his head lifted high to catch the warm rays of the sun on his face. Arlen continued walking like that for a while, nearly walking into a tree once or twice, and eventually came to a stop when he realised that he had managed to get himself lost. He looked around a little, hoping to find some sort of land mark that could help him find where he was, but had no luck.

He started retracing his steps after that, which wasn't hard, seeing as his footprints weren't hidden at all, and there was a trail of broken twigs and leaves leading back the way he had come. A few minutes along this trail and he could hear running water again, a relieved sigh escaping him. He quickly made his way towards the sound of the water, only the feel his heart drop at the sight of a different stream. How had he gotten here? He had followed the footprints; he should have ended up where he had started.

He looked down, still seeing tracks leading away, into the stream. Were they even his? That thought forced his eyes open wide. Was he following something else's tracks instead of his own? Arlen started panicking, wondering if he would ever find his way back, when a sound behind him quickly sent him spinning to see what it was. There wasn't anything that he could see. Had he imagined the sound? Surely he hadn't.

He walked into the trees, looking around for something that could have made the noise, and walked around a large tree, and straight into a reptilian. He stepped back, rubbing at his nose for a moment, looking up at their face. Maybe if he could get them to understand what he wanted they would help him get back to his stuff. He didn't have a chance to try and explain though, as he was quickly lifted off the ground and thrown over the large shoulder of the feral reptilian. Arlen thought about struggling for a moment, out of pure instinct, but decided that they would eventually bring him back to where the others were.

He was mistaken though, as he was soon brought to a small clearing, the only visible landmarks being a very small stream and a large fallen tree covered with thick moss. Arlen wondered what they were doing here, but he found it easy enough to guess with insistent groping of the feral reptilian carrying him. He was set down on top of the mossy log, where the reptilian seemed to study him. Arlen felt his cheeks flush as the feral directed most of their attention to his lower half, sniffing and poking about, making Arlen's member show itself from all of the touching around his sensitive areas.

The reptilian reacted strangely to this, sniffing at Arlen's member for a while, as if they hadn't expected it to be there, but Arlen still noticed their own hardness standing proudly between their legs. Surprisingly enough, they actually seemed a bit hesitant, but at this point Arlen was more than willing to help them along. He grasped at both of his cheeks, pulling them apart slightly, showing what he had to offer, and the next thing he knew the feral reptilian's nose was buried between his legs, licking wetly at his tailhole, causing Arlen to moan at the pleasurable sensations that started rolling through his body.

The feral didn't spend much time with his nose buried against Arlen's tailhole, and was soon attempting to climb on top of him, though he looked as though he was having a fair amount of trouble with it. Arlen wondered for a moment if perhaps these ancient reptilians had never even tried any other positions, and decided that it would be good to help show them. He grabbed the reptilian by the arms and pulled them down on top of him, so that their body was pressed against his, and without any extra help they were quickly poking around, looking for somewhere to sink their member.

It wasn't a long search, with them grinding their hips along Arlen's tail until they found their mark, and then they entered him nearly completely with one thrust. Arlen's breath caught in his throat, his tail thumping against the mossy log under him, his legs trembling as they quickly wrapped themselves around the reptilian. Arlen's throat finally relented, allowing a long moan to escape as the feral reptilian began a slow thrusting rhythm. Arlen gasped every time they thrust forward, immensely enjoying the feeling of being filled by them.

They slowly started quickening their pace as their pre started making Arlen's tailhole slicker, allowing for faster, harder, and deeper thrusts. Arlen was groaning in pleasure beneath them as they pounded into him, his body rocking back and forth against the thick moss under him. Their hips could be heard slapping against each other with every thrust, and Arlen soon reached down to grab hold of their rear, pulling them against him with every thrust, urging them to go deeper. The feral reptilian seemed very eager to comply, working their way as deep as they could with every thrust, sending stars dancing in Arlen's vision.

Arlen's moans were starting to get more intense, his muscles squeezing tightly against the invading member, his own member throbbing and liberally leaking pre onto his belly. The reptilian above him was letting out loud grunts now, their arms desperately wrapping around Arlen and squeezing his body, their thrusts starting to lose rhythm and instead working on pure speed and power, loud slaps coming every time their hips met with Arlen's. Arlen was in a world of pleasure, his eyes closing as his moans turned into one long groan, his member violently releasing, shooting his seed against both his and the feral reptilian's chest.

Arlen's muscles clamped tight as he reached his peak, squeezing tightly against the hot member inside him, his tail thumping the log under him wildly, his legs latching onto the feral reptilian along with his arms. The reptilian pounded into Arlen with all the force they could muster, shoving his body back and forth along the thick moss, pulling him down hard against him with every thrust, and soon found themselves joining him with their own release, filling Arlen with their seed. Arlen could barely register the heat slowly seeping deeper into him with each throb of the feral reptilian's member.

They were still for a few moments, Arlen's groaning the only noise able to be heard, before the feral reptilian pulled their hips back, pulling their member out of Arlen with an audible plop, sending their seed cascading down Arlen's now limp tail. Arlen let out a whimper at the sudden emptiness, his muscles clenching around nothingness as his member throbbed one last time, sending a small trickle of his seed sliding down the side of it. The feral reptilian that was just inside him let their body flop down on top of his, making it slightly difficult to breath, before they rolled over, Arlen still in their arms.

Arlen could feel their breathing slowing already, and didn't need to guess at how much seed they had pumped into him to be that worn out. His insides felt nice and warm, and he soon found himself huddling up against the feral reptilian that had just mated with him, enjoying their warmth for a while. He would need to get up again soon, to wash himself off again and then find his backpack, but for now he was happy to just lay in the arms of the feral reptilian, his snout pressed firmly against their chest.

He breathed deeply as his mind started to wonder, thinking of what it would be like to live with his ancient ancestors.