Monitoring
I haven't written in a while, so here's a new short story. This actually my shortest yet, at 2.8k words.
There isn't a lot of content with feral lizards, so here's my contribution. No felines as main protagonists this time. A first for me!
Reptile anatomy is hard, this is what I got from Wikipedia. It's probably not completely accurate.
The steering wheel bucked back and forth against the firm grasp of the clawed hands. It swung in sync with the vehicle, as the old pickup made its slow way along a road littered of small boulders. It had been a lengthy rocky drive for the Ethiopian wolf, but he would soon reach his destination, far in the droughty wilderness.
It was just a house and a shack, built close to a river that was dry most of the year. From one of the huts emerged an African leopardess, anxious to greet a friend she hadn't seen in much too long. She ran up as the shaken wolf got out of the truck, arms open for a hug. They shared an embrace; to which the leopardess added a head-butt into the taller canine's chest. Though not customary for his species, the wolf nuzzled back; having years ago spent enough intimate time with the feline to familiarize himself with the body language. Despite all the time, things still hadn't changed.
After sharing a lunch, taking time to catch up on each other's lives, the host spent the afternoon showing her guest the place, and detailing his responsibilities for the next week. She'd be gone the next morning, but fortunately the wolf had accepted to watch over her precious Komodo dragon pet during her absence. Though the canine had just hoped for a free relaxed stay out in the calm wilderness, checking every so often on the lazy lizard sleeping in the sun, the leopardess spent much time and effort making sure he understood all of his duties. When to feed the monitor, how to clean its shack, who to contact in case of emergency, how to behave around the reptile to prevent stress, its usual routine, how to use treats to lure it around, etc. Even the packs of meat in the freezer were labeled with days of the week to prevent any mistakes, and the big cat made sure to clarify that the nicer cuts were not meant to feed the pet. At least she had written everything down in a document, which the wolf downloaded to his phone.
It was now noon of the next day. The wolf relaxed on a lounging chair, under the shade of the back porch. A few meters away the huge lizard laid immobile in the sun. It might as well have been a statue; it's gaze frozen and inscrutable. After being fed in the morning, the reptile spent the rest of the day warming in the hot weather of the dry season. This worked out perfectly for the wolf, who also enjoyed laying back and doing nothing, except browsing /r/furry_irl all day long. At least they were not far enough away from civilization to lack Internet access, or worst electricity.
Later in the evening the temperature was tolerable enough to walk around outside, and so the wolf went on a modest trip around the property. At least he would try to enjoy a bit the wilderness he has traveled so long for. Seeing that the lizard had barely crawled a few meters since the morning, he expected it to remain by the porch during his absence. But as the sun kept its decent, so did the mercury, which vexed the monitor. Fortunately, the precious dragon had its own little heated shack. It would've settle there for the night, as usual, if some careless canine hadn't forgotten to turn on the heater. Frustrated, the reptile shuffled around, looking for a warmer spot to sleep.
When the wolf returned from his "adventure", satisfied he had reconnected with his wild inner self, he noticed that the patio door was opened. He clearly remembered closing it before leaving. There was no one else for kilometres around, who could've opened it? The answer laid comfortably on the warm rug in the middle of the living room: the Komodo dragon, who was definitively not supposed to be inside. It stared inexpressively at the canine standing in the doorway, though the wolf imagined a faint smug grin on its scaly face.
All attempts to lure the monitor out of the house and into its shack had failed so far. The lizard would take the bait up to the doorway, but refused to leave into the cold night air. Nighttime came and the wolf finally ran out patience. He'd decided to let the reptile have the living room for the night, but not alone. He had now realized it was a bad idea to leave the animal unattended, and was afraid the situation could get even worst.
At least the couch was comfortable, the wolf thought. It was just long enough for him to lay down across, with a pillow under his head, and his foot paws against the opposite armrest. He didn't find a blanket, but hadn't searched much for one. It wasn't cold in the house, and his fur would keep him warm alright. The wolf only kept on a pair of boxer shorts. For some stupid reason he didn't feel comfortable sleeping naked next to the monitor lizard. The beast still kept its eyes on him, and he could swear it was amused by all the trouble it was causing him. Finally, with a tap on his phone, he turned off the smart lights, and the beast's gaze vanished.
The light of the smartphone screen still illuminated the wolf's face of a faint glow. He just couldn't put down his phone for good without checking his notifications one last time. And as he swiped away the last few bubbles, he was startled by a rushed shuffle. Before he even realized what was happening, a large clawed paw hooked onto the edge of the couch, and a pair of jaws snatched the phone from his hands. The canine cursed at the vile lizard, who had quickly retreated back to the middle of the living room. The glow of the screen cast up around its jaws, illuminating part of its head. It was the only beacon of light in the room, and since he controlled the lights with his phone and did not know where to find the switches, he was stuck in the otherwise pitch black.
The wolf was certain he was seeing a malicious smile on the dragon's partly light face. He was exhausted and didn't want to fight the infuriating lizard anymore. He didn't want to loose his phone, but it would most likely end up broken if he tried to fight it out of the grasp of the huge lizard. Not to mention the risk of injury. Fine! It could keep the device. Eventually the reptile would get bored and drop it, he told himself. He'd just have to clean the spit off and recharge it the next morning. And so the wolf reasoned himself back down onto the sofa.
Somehow the look on the monitor's face seemed now of disappointment. The beast shuffled slowly towards the opposite end of the sofa, phone still in mouth, while the unlucky wolf stared with apprehension. How was the lizard going to torment him next? It pulled itself up onto the couch once more, and over the canine's legs. The canine was too afraid to move a single muscle, as the Komodo dragon slid its way up over his body. When their faces finally met, the animal unceremoniously dropped the phone from its jaws onto the wolf's muzzle, then laid its head over his shoulder.
The wolf would never cease to be dumbfounded by the lizard. Never would he have expected to be playing body-pillow for the beast.
The reptile wasn't quite heavy enough to pin him down; it couldn't have weighed more than a hundred pounds on his body. The tail was resting between his legs down on the sofa. It probably accounted for the missing heft. Still a huge lizard didn't make for a very convenient blanket; and he couldn't move much. With difficulty, and care not the bother the resting beast, the wolf managed to free his right arm from under the animal's foreleg, and reached over to retrieve his phone on the other side. He quickly shut off the spit-covered device and tossed it onto the table behind him, next to the couch. Instead of trying to re-lodge his arm to his side, the canine instead opted for delicately resting it onto the lizard's neck: no reaction from the animal.
Such a heavy "blanket" somehow felt comfortable, enough for the wolf to eventually fall asleep.
The canine was awoken by wet flicks of the lizard's tongue against his nose. Early morning light filtered through the windows behind, illuminating the reptile in front. It craned its head sideways, to stare at the wolf with one eye. The lizard then began shuffling its body back and forth slightly. While the mammal wasn't awake enough yet to process what was happening, the heavy tail base grinding along his sheath sure made his crotch react. The canine's length grew out fast, throbbing against the muscles that massaged it above. It strained against the fabric of the underwear, and stained it from a few spurts of precum. The wolf soon began to realize what the monitor was up to today. He stood frozen under the writhing body of the lizard, his mind both urging him to get away from the vile animal, and to pull down his boxers and feel those smooth belly scales grind directly against the flesh of his pulsing erection.
It was a battle won by the canine's "lizard brain". After freeing his left arm also, down went the underwear. The cool and hard-yet-supple feeling of the scales contrasting against his burning member shocked the wolf. It felt almost artificial, but the rhythmic motions of the lizard's hip and tail were incredibly stimulating. The wolf couldn't help himself, and reached down to grasp the monitor's powerful hind legs, giving him leverage to thrust back against its tail base. The canine's member spat more precum, lubricating the scales, but he also felt a wetness coming from the reptile's own body. Cool fluids wicked into his furry sheath. He sent one hand lower to explore the lizard's tail base, looking for the opening that leaked eagerly. Just underneath where the tail met the body, his fingers felt a horizontal slit in the scales. The animal above him calmed its motions as he made contact with the slightly puffed lips, making it easier to dive a digit into the folds. The flesh inside the monitor was lukewarm and slippery; the opening was loose enough he could fit.
The wolf didn't spend any more time exploring the Komodo dragon's cloaca, and instead drew his hip down to poke the tip of his member at the opening. With one smooth thrust, his turgid penis glided into the lizard's vent, up to the yet inflated knot at its base. Now with both hands back around its hind legs, the canine began ardently thrusting into the lizard. He was doing all the work this time; smacking his crotch into that tail base repetitively, while the reptile rested its head on his shoulder; eyes closed and mouth slightly agape. You could've said it looked pleased by the heat reaching deep inside, despite its rather inexpressive face.
Inside the lizard was quite a bit warmer, but not as hot as a mammal. The wet cloaca squeezed the wolf's erection irregularly, milking it for more precum. The singular opening would be snug fit for the canine's knot, if he was to try. The bulb hadn't begun swelling yet, but it wasn't going to need much more humping into the monitor for that. The wolf kept its pace in and out of the reptile's vent, gridding his deflated knot a bit harder against the slit every time their hips met. The lizard's cloaca stretched a bit further in response. It was going to fit; the canine knew.
With one hard thrust up into the Komodo dragon's tail, and both hands pushing its hips down to meet the motion, the wolf's knot popped into the lizard's vent. Just in time, as simply the thought of successfully knotting the reptile was enough stimulation to make it swell. The lizard hissed in what could've been pleasure or pain, but otherwise barely twitched. Now that the thickest was in, the hard part was over. With their crotches locked together, all the wolf could do was grind into the monitor's cloaca, pushing himself over the small hill left to climax.
The wolf came with a snarl, finally shooting thick ropes of semen deep into the reptile. The hot and sticky liquid was deposited deep into the lizard's cloaca, who revelled in the warmth radiating from inside. So much it triggered the animal's own orgasm. Both hemipenes quickly everted from the base of his tail, on either side of the wolf's penis. The sudden appearance of the reptile's deep red coloured genitals against his legs startled the canine, but he was still too focused enjoying his orgasm to completion to really care. From inside the lizard's cloaca came spurts of his own semen, the cooler and runnier liquid swirling and mixing into the wolf's load. With his knot plugging the exit through the vent, nothing came out of the reptile's hemipenes.
Both reptile and mammal basked in the afterglow of their orgasm, and the wolf even reached for one of the hemipenes, giving the oddly twisted and spiny member a quick exploratory fondle. He had no idea until now that the Komodo dragon was male. The pet's name was gender neutral and he hadn't bothered asking the leopardess. The twin members didn't stay out for long, and both soon collapsed back into the lizard's tail base, slipping out of his hand as quick as they had appeared. The canine wondered how it would've felt to penetrate the monitor while he was erect: their members rubbing against each other while he fucked the hole in between. Maybe if he explored some more next time he could find a way to stimulate them out of their hiding place.
It took the usual twenty or so minutes for the knot to deflate. When the fluids started to leak out, the wolf gave a careful tug to pop his member out. The lizard hissed again, but more quietly. The combined cum of the two males began running out quickly from the loosened cloaca. There was a lot in there, and it would stain the couch if the wolf couldn't figure out a way to clean it up fast. He tried reaching down to pull his boxers off completely; they'd make a decent cum rag. But with the lizard on top of him, he struggled to get them off. The Komodo dragon it seemed understood the problem, and came up with his own dirtier solution.
The lizard hooked one foreleg at the top of the sofa and pulled himself up against the back, then lowered back down the opposite way around. The wolf grabbed the monitor's tail to help maneuver it, worried about the heavy muscled appendage hitting him in the face, as its base made its way just below his chin. Then the dragon twisted his tail to the side and raised up onto his hind limbs, exposing his vent. It was still dripping a slimy milky liquid, of which it had left a trail onto the canine's torso on its way around. Better than on the couch... The wolf gave the horizontal slit a curious sniff, then a few licks on top. Unsurprisingly it smelt and tasted of semen. Nothing he wasn't familiar with!
The Komodo dragon explored the genitals in front of him too, but gave the shrinking penis nothing more than a couple wispy licks of his forked tongue; smelling it in the way of lizard. Instead he preferred to lay down his head next to the wolf's sheath, and indulge in the warm tongue that was steadily exploring deeper into his cloaca. The canine had begun with shallow licks against the lips of the vent, then followed the stream of fluids inside to its source. The prehensile organ explored around; stroking the walls of the passage, and regularly lapping up liquids back into the wolf's maw. Soon enough muzzle met with vent and lips kissed, as the wolf's tongue slithered its full length into the lizard's cloaca.
There wasn't really anything left to clean out now, it was just gratuitous tongue play from the wolf. Even after finally pulling out for good, he couldn't help himself giving the vent intermittent licks. It was the lizard who had to stop him, by lowering back down his hips. Next time they would be doing this first for sure, he thought. The canine also noticed a couple of slight bulges on either side the under-tail, right behind the cloaca. He guessed correctly that this was were the deflated hemipenes hid. Now he also knew exactly where he would aim his tongue.
The pair didn't remain on the couch for long. Both were getting hungry, especially the Komodo dragon, as it was soon his scheduled feeding time. But it would be the same day, before sunset, that the couple would embrace again.
The week would be over fast, but hopefully the wolf would get called in again many times to take care of the leopardess's pet.