FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

Far below the tiny plane, its shadow drifted upon cool blue water of the wide-open sea. Flick gazed out the window, leaning his forehead against the plastic frame as he tried to keep his nerves in check. This was it. He was doing this.

The idea had long been lingering in the back of his mind as he'd traveled from island to island in search of inspiration. Meeting many fellow animals--'seekers of enlightenment' he'd call them during their encounters, though he didn't have any illusions about their enthusiasm compared to his--in his expeditions. Buying bugs, hosting Bug-Offs, and returning home to his studio--the small apartment he shared with CJ, his roommate and partner--with his chittering haul, along with more than a few commissions to capture their divine likenesses in sculpture. Eating and sleeping and working as he passed the days. However, that one idle thought had grown into a distraction, more insistent the more Flick tried to ignore it.

Sure, CJ had teased him plenty of times about his quote-unquote obsession. And sure, he'd had a few--more than just a few--dreams about his beautiful bugs that left him waking up panting and soaked with more than just sweat. But it seemed there were just some holes that his arthropod amies couldn't fill.

Tight holes. Clenching, clamping holes. Twitching, itching, needy holes.

Flick shook his head, dislodging those thoughts and sending them skittering into the recesses of his mind as the chameleon's thighs pressed together. And then he jumped when the speaker overhead crackled and a deep voice announced their descent to 'Isla del B'. This was it. He was doing this.

The small, though verdant island sitting in the middle of the azure sea below grew larger and closer as Flick felt pressure in the sides of his head. He worked his jaw to prevent his ears--earholes, but details--from popping as the plane made an easy landing. Once the seatbelt light in the ceiling console above him switched off, the chameleon rose from his seat to stretch and flick his cramped tail; he'd arrived at his destination.

"Little Oscar, this is Big Whisker. We are two down and docked on the front porch. Delta Oscar Delta Oscar is go." That deep voice rumbled out again from the front cockpit of the small plane, and was quickly followed by a grunt and a long, heavy sigh. The pilot--the massive, heavyset dodo by the name of Wilbur, whom Flick had grown well acquainted with during his island-hopping--rose from his own seat and lumbered over to open the door. Then he turned, stood up tall and proud, and gave Flick a sharp salute and broad smile. "Bellbottom Dragonfly, we are good and ready for you to perch."

"Thank you very much, Stovetop Bugnet." The chameleon giggled as he approached, giving the dodo a smile of his own in return. And then heat bloomed in his cheeks once more when Wilbur pushed the door open for him, and he had to pass by the larger male on his way out of the plane. Flick allowed his eyes to wander for just a moment; up close as he was, he could see every shift of the large, solid body under the dodo's pressed uniform; and faint as it was, the lizard caught a whiff of the bird's cologne and masculine musk. "It's, uh, greatly appreciated."

"Ten-four. Soaring Beetle will be here waiting when you're ready to depart." Even with his eyes hidden behind those shades, Wilbur's wide, warm smile sent arachnids scurrying through Flick's abdomen. The chameleon could only thank his red scales for hiding his hot blush; it was a good thing he was wearing pants, as he always did on his expeditions.

Then Flick glanced downward, and gulped to wet his suddenly-dry throat; just like many of the other animals the lizard would encounter on his outings, Wilbur himself wasn't wearing anything below the belt.

"S-sounds good! So, uh, see you!" Flick darted past the dodo and down the seaplane dock to the familiar broad, squat airport featured on all of Nook Inc.'s islands. He tried to take slow, even breaths and calm the pounding in his chest before padding down the hallway towards the lobby. It was a struggle, though; thoughts of putting his idea into motion right there and then with the burly pilot dodo still fluttered through his mind, even once the bird was out of sight.

But after checking in with Orville--trying not to ogle the softer, cuter dodo in the way he had Wilbur--it was time to make his way out to the island proper and put his plan into motion. Time to find a resident--or residents--willing to go on a different 'journey of enlightenment' than he'd normally offer. Time to find animals who'd want to commission him; or rather, commission their cocks in his mouth and-slash-or ass to scratch that insistent itch which had been building up within him for so long.

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It was CJ who'd first put the idea in Flick's head with his 'members-only' livestreams, pun very intended. The beaver was popular, and personable, and cute as a fucking pupa; who wouldn't want to see more of him than just his fishing knowledge? And the money was good for relatively little effort; all he had to do was show off his plump body, succulent cock, and the tight hole he had under his tail--stretched open by a few fingers, or even a dildo if he was feeling adventurous--and the bells would roll right in. And it wasn't like Flick had a problem with CJ showing himself off like that; the beaver had it, and he knew how to flaunt it. But when his partner--business and otherwise--had floated--half-jokingly--the idea of Flick taking his commission work in a more one-on-one, personal direction, the chameleon had demurred. He needed to complete his journey of enlightenment, and couldn't let himself be distracted by compulsions of the flesh.

But later that evening, after hours of panting and sweating and roiling together under the covers of their bed while the beaver's husky voice whispered bawdy licentiousness into his earhole, that idea had taken root. As the days passed it had sprouted, grown, and borne tantalizing fruit. When the temptation had become impossible to ignore, he'd asked CJ--who knew far more about these things than he did--to help him plan out where to start.

And so, Flick had made his way to Isla del B. One of the less-developed islands, but charming in its own right; and populated, apparently, only by guys. Flick would be able to float his idea with a few of the more pent-up residents, and if it didn't work out then there wouldn't be all that much lost. But if it did work out, and more than just a few took the lizard up on his offer, then Flick would have his pick of large, strong, sexy males who could 'commission' him as much as they pleased.

The lizard cleared his throat, patting and brushing himself down, and worked his way out of the apple grove which he'd been wandering through to approach one of said residents. The bull--vaguely familiar; Flick was pretty certain his name was Vic or something--was dozing on the grassy riverbank, giving the chameleon ample opportunity to look him over with new, more appreciative eyes.

Big. Burly. Muscular in his limbs and chest, with the firm rise of a round belly straining the scale-armor shirt he was wearing; the only thing he was wearing, aside from the horned helmet atop his head. The other male's lower body was completely bare--par for the course, but still--which allowed Flick to ogle what he had between those tree-trunk thighs. A fat sheath was tucked between the bull's paunch and even fatter, low-hanging ballsack; the chameleon's throat dried out at the sight, and he had to gulp audibly to rewet it.

"Hrm. Hrngh?" It seemed Vic was a light sleeper. The bull stirred, grunting and groaning and reaching back to rub the base of his spine while twisting himself around. "Argh... should know better by now than to fall asleep like that. Blasted back..." After coming to full awareness, the massive male turned to look up at the presence which had disturbed his nap. "Can I help you, cud?"

"Ah! Y-yes. Uh, I mean..." Flick drew himself up and dropped his voice into its usual dramatic tone. "Indeed you can, mortal! I have come to visit this realm once more in search of enlightenment, both my own and that of any who would follow my path."

"Oh, right. You're that Flick guy." Vic scrubbed at his eyes with the back of a forearm, and then reached down to scratch himself; and Flick tried very hard not to let the bull see his eyes glance back towards that ample package. "Here to buy bugs, huh? Sorry cud, don't have any right on hand. But I can see what critters I can scrounge up if you come back around later this afternoon."

"That will not be necessary, mortal." The chameleon's tongue flickered over his lips. "While I'd usually be seeking my one true soul bug amongst the many who crawl upon the ground and flutter in the air, I've a different purpose this day."

"Huh. Bug-Off's supposed to be on Saturdays, innit? And... wasn't it just last month?"

"That, uh... is not the reason for my visit either." Flick gulped. Now came the hard part: finding a way to propose what he had in mind. "I've come to offer exchanges to those residents who dwell upon this... you know... this island." His theatrical voice faltered as he stared down at the grassy ground.

"Oh really, cud?" The bull leaned forward, his brow furrowing as he stared up at the nervous chameleon. "And what kind of exchange are you offering?"

"Well, uh... you see..." Flick bit his lip. His voice dropped into a harsh, self-scolding whisper as he tried to get his thoughts in order and wrangle his trembling tongue. "Come on, get it together, Flick. You can do this, just ask him..." Then, with his lips pressed together, he forced himself to meet the other male's expectant gaze. "I had in mind an exchange--a commission--of, well, you know... things that two... animals... can do with... uh..."

Vic snorted. "Spit it out, cud. Don't have all day here."

"Sex." Fire bloomed in the scales of his cheeks, and the lizard flinched as the word left his lips. He was suddenly all too aware of the heavy silence surrounding him and the bull, only broken by the rustling of wind through leaves. He couldn't even hear the usual hourly tunes which should be filtering from where the map in the airport had indicated Resident Services was located; and whether it was his imagination, dereliction on the part of the local Resident Representative, or a quirk of fate had paused it just in time to leave his sputtering hanging in the air he couldn't tell and didn't want to know.

Both of Vic's eyebrows shot up high. "Well now. That, uh... that's not something you hear every day. Especially an old fart like me, coming from, uh..." The bull was looking at Flick. Taking in the chameleon's form as he shifted from foot to foot. Staring at the tightness of the younger male's clothes, which clung to his wide hips and slim torso. Flick could see Vic blush as well; and a brief movement from lower down drew the lizard's eyes to the bull's sheath, which was already starting to plump up.

"Then... you are interested in a commission of, ah... c-carnal exchanges?" Flick's heart fluttered in his chest as his eyes met Vic's. His stomach clenched. His thighs pressed together around the sudden humidity in his groin.

"You know what? Sure, cud." The bull leaned back, turning himself parallel to the stream so he could splay his body out for the lizard. "Why don't you get on down there and show me what you can do?" The corners of Vic's mouth twitched upward, stretching his reddened cheeks even as the older male tried to maintain a stony expression.

"Yes! Uh, I mean..." Flick bit his lip and cleared his throat, trying to get down on his knees between the bull's legs with as much grace as he could manage. "The deal is struck, then." He moved forward, eyes locked onto that massive package. Watching it grow bigger and bigger, until his snout pressed into the crook between Vic's sheath and thigh. The chameleon took in a deep breath, let it out in a humid huff over the older male's groin, and pressed a kiss to those ample balls. Then another, and another, and then he swiped his tongue over the silky, fuzzy sack; so much larger than the musky little coin purse CJ would always let him suck on, whether his partner was sitting at his desk or lying in their bed.

"Yeah, that's good, cud..." That husky voice from above, rumbling like a distant-yet-rapidly-approaching storm. That heavy hand settling atop the crown of his head, both stroking between his horns and forcing his snout even deeper into the bull's crotch. That masculine smell--made stronger by the heat of the day--and flavor--spicy and sweaty, tingling on his tongue as he licked the bull's balls clean--which overpowered his senses in a cloying haze. It was even better than he and CJ had fantasized it would be for the lizard; Flick had found his nirvana.

He continued to worship the older male's hefty low-hangers while his hands moved up to massage Vic's hot, soft, plump sheath. Flick kissed and lapped over one enormous testicle while his fingers traced the growing hardness hidden in the bull's pouch, and then dragged his nose and lips over to the other one as he worked his hands to draw that hardness out. He suckled and slurped, and even pushed his thick, dexterous tongue into the raunchier pit behind the bull's sack; his eyes rolled back in his head as the taste of maleness overwhelmed him for a moment, and he let out a whimpering moan that made Vic chortle and pat his head. Finally, the chameleon opened wide--straining his jaw, and yet managing it with some effort--to engulf both of those gargantuan balls in his eager maw at once.

Vic grunted. Vic groaned in delight, and squeezed his legs around Flick's head to keep it pinned between his thighs. Vic began to buck against the lizard's face, and the hardening erection sliding out of his sheath smacked against the younger male's snout as it grew longer. Thicker. Large and throbbing with virility.

Flick stared at the bull's cock; at the monolithic shaft before him, which tapered to a blunted point nearly an entire foot away from its base. He gulped, wrapped his hands around it, and gave it a squeeze.

"You wanna suck it, cud?" Vic stared down at the chameleon, a smirk on his lips. "You wanna try, at least?"

"Mmgh..." He blushed when the bull laughed at his eager whimpering, and panted when he was allowed up for air. "Yes. I'm... s-sure that the attempt will... bring me closer to enlightenment."

"Then what're you waiting for? Get sucking."

Flick didn't need to be told twice. He wrapped his tongue around the tip, flicking it over the leaking piss slit to lap up the older male's precum. The flavor of masculinity drew the lizard forward until it was his lips wrapped around that fleshy head. Until it was sliding into his suckling mouth to prod against the entrance of his throat. Until he was forcing himself down that length, swallowing and gulping and eager to bury it completely in his gullet. He'd sucked cock before--CJ could well attest to that--and had even practiced on a few of their larger shared dildos. But actually having a pulsing malehood grinding on his tongue, overwhelming his senses with the taste of masculinity, and filling him further than he'd ever been before was so far beyond what the lizard had ever dreamed it would be like.

He loved it; especially when Vic gripped his horns and began to thrust without a single pause to let the chameleon catch his breath.

In and out, in that rhythm with which Flick was so familiar. Musky pubic fur rubbing on his nose while a heavy ballsack pummeled his chin. Husky grunting and murmuring from above as he choked and gurgled around the sheer amount of cock filling his mouth and throat. The lizard could only stay where he was, let his mind go foggy, and allow the older male to fuck his face hard and deep.

"That's the stuff, cud. Come on, use that tongue of yours more. Show me what a young'un like you can do."

"Well now, what's all this?"

Flick jerked as the second voice cut through the fog that had descended upon his brain. He lost his rhythm, sputtering and choking around the bull's erection, and only then was allowed to pull back and take heaving gasps of fresh air.

The horse who'd stumbled upon the pair in their compromising position lifted a brow. He looked from Vic to Flick, and then back again. His red-eyed gaze was flat, and his expression was as stony as his gravel-gruff voice. "Am I interrupting something, nay?"

"Not at all, Roscoe." Vic grunted, sat up, and set his hand back upon the crown of Flick's head to give the younger male a few comforting pats. "Flick here was offering a commission, and I took him up on it, cud."

"Is that right, nay?" Roscoe snorted and tossed his head. "Looked to me like he was sucking your cock."

The bull chortled at that, and then once more the hand between Flick's horns pulled the chameleon's face down into the bull's groin. Balls on his lips. A spit-soaked shaft on his flushed cheeks. Strong, spicy musk filling his lungs with every breath. Flick pressed forward to grind his snout against the older male's package; and then he froze, heart fluttering like a swarm of butterflies, when he heard Vic's answer to the watching stallion. "Yeah, he was. And it looks to me like you want a piece of the action."

Flick gulped, blushed, and glanced over to the newcomer. Again, like most animals the chameleon had encountered in his island-hopping, the black-furred horse wasn't wearing anything below the waist; only a leather jacket over a white t-shirt hid his upper body. And below that, hanging between the stallion's legs like an obscene, overripe fruit, was the plumpest sheath and largest ballsack the lizard had ever seen. Moreover, the horse's cock--veiny, mottled pink-and-black, and blunt-headed--was already sliding free of its pouch to swing and bob and sway before him.

Roscoe snorted, but a bit of pink began to show through on his cheeks and over the bridge of his grey-furred muzzle. "Nay, wouldn't mind blowing off some steam, I guess."

"Then what're you waiting for? Get on over here and get yourself comfy, cud."

Flick could hear the crunching of the grass as the stallion approached, kneeling down behind him. Rough hands grasped the chameleon's hips in a firm grip, making his jaw slacken and his mouth hang open. A low moan poured from his throat; and then Vic took the invitation to shove his cock back into Flick's maw. Spicy musk and salty precum burned on Flick's tongue, and the smaller animal couldn't stop a slutty whimper from leaking out around that virile shaft while he gulped the flavor down in earnest.

"That's it, cud. You just suck ol' Vic's cock and let Roscoe here do what he wants with your ass."

"Pretty nice ass, nay." The chameleon shivered and couldn't stop his curled tail from hiking up when Roscoe reached around his waist. Unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his fly. Grasped the waistband of his pants and tugged them down. Flick's own little length--lengths, but again, details--had already grown hard and dribbly, bobbing between his soft thighs; however, the stallion's attention was locked onto a spot further up. Underneath the lizard's tail. Exposed in its entirety as Roscoe grasped those cushy, scaly, squeezable asscheeks and pulled them wide apart.

Flick's pucker, pert and winking as the breeze brushed over it and the stallion's burning gaze bore into it.

"How's he look back there?" The bull grunted, once more taking hold of Flick's head and beginning to thrust into the chameleon's working mouth. The lizard hummed, let his eyes flutter shut, and breathed in the rich scent of male filling his lungs while nursing on that pulsing length; even if he couldn't push himself down all the way to its base, he was more than capable of wrapping his tongue around what his lips couldn't. Squeezing. Stroking. Enclosing Vic's erection in a tight, wet, hot embrace as it slid back and forth. In and out.

"Tight. Real tight." Shifting behind him. A spurt of wet heat against his taint. Something long, thick, and fleshy smacking right into his cleft and grinding against the lips of his hole. "Think you're too tight to take this dick, nay?"

Flick honestly wasn't sure. It felt massive--a gargantuan pillar of virility, larger than CJ's cock and far bigger than even the ones they'd jerk off to together--and the most he'd had back there was the seven-inch dildo he and his roommate shared. But he wanted it bad. And so he pushed backward, rocking his hips and grinding on the stallion's crotch--on that fat erection, and the fatter ballsack hanging underneath it--while begging for it with a needy whimper.

"Eager slut, huh? Alright." That monolithic member continued to saw back and forth in his cleft for a few moments. Back and forth. Over his hole as the twitching ring kissed its underside. Working with Flick as the slutty chameleon rocked himself between the two larger animals; forward to gulp and swallow around Vic's cocktip, and then backward to feel Roscoe's hefty balls smack against his flushed groin. Then that broad, flat, pre-soaked glans pressed against Flick's pucker, and all the butterflies and beetles and every other winged insect in the reptile's roiling gut took flight at once. It prodded against his entrance again, and again, and then finally pushed through and into his back passage.

It hurt. Of course it would; Roscoe's erection was far more girthy than any dildo he'd used on himself, and so his sphincter itched and burned as it strained around the pulsing length shoving its way through. But at the same time, it felt so good to have a cock sinking into him; to feel it rubbing and brushing along his inner walls, pressing against that knot of nerves that sent a swarm buzzing through his brain, and then plumbing further into his hungry depths. Deeper. Deeper. Not to the hilt--Roscoe's medial ring popped through just before he bottomed out in the chameleon's ass--but deep enough to be sure Flick would be feeling it for a long time.

"N-nay..." Panting. Gasping. Groaning as the lizard's passage squeezed down around him. "So fucking tight. Feels so good." He drew his erection back, dragging it out of the smaller male until the underside of his flaring head tugged against the vice grip of Flick's clenching pucker. "How's he at sucking?"

"Real good up here, too." Vic's head had fallen back once more as he bucked against the chameleon's face. "Little cud's real good with his tongue." Indeed, Flick's wriggling oral muscle was doing most of the work as it glided along and wrapped around the bull's own shaft. The reptile bobbed his head, suckling and swallowing down the jets of precum Vic was shooting into his mouth, and then pushed downward until that tapered cocktip slid into the opening of his gulping throat. The praise made his lifted tail flick in the air behind him, and he began to suck and clamp down on and enjoy the two larger animals' erections within him all the more.

In and out. Again and again. Harder and faster. Those twin members, long and fat and throbbing, pounded into Flick over and over. His throat gaped open, allowing Vic's to slip into his gullet to choke him. Roscoe's, meanwhile, stretched his inner walls with merciless force as it shoved further into him. Dark and tenebrous fog, which roiled like his internal testicles and filled his mind like the rich smell of sweat and masculine musk filled his lungs, lapped at his brain; but even as his thoughts swam through the mire of arousal that had overtaken him, they couldn't escape the bolts of electric pleasure arcing up and down his trembling spine.

He could hear the two larger animals grunting and groaning in pleasure as they fucked him. He could feel Vic and Roscoe pressing in closer to his front and back end, smothering him with their arousal and manly bodies and sheer, overwhelming presence. And as the winding, twisting, tightening springcoil in his gut snapped and sent his lust spurting into the grass between his knees, he could feel them growing closer to their own orgasms with every husky croon they gave each other.

"Hngh... he's really good. I'd say he's one of the better cocksuckers on the island."

"Yeah? Think he can take everything you've got in those low-hangers of yours."

"Real close to finding out. How about you?"

"I'm gonna blow so hard in his ass, nay."

"Do it then, cud. Flood his slut guts."

In and out. Again and again. Faster and harder; until Vic pulled him forward, burying his face in the bull's crotch and grinding those obscene, heavy, so-very-full low-hangers on his chin while they emptied into his stomach. Until Roscoe slammed deep into him, finally pushing the last few inches of that monster he had between his legs to the hilt in the reptile's bowels while flooding his clamping guts. Until the two came, filling the air with a chorus of their deep voices calling out in pleasure.

Flick's vision darkened. His thoughts sank below the tide rushing through him. All he could sense was the fullness in his throat and ass and gut; the fullness of a pair of cocks pumping out a torrent of thick, sticky cum.

The trio of animals collapsed into a sweaty, sated heap together. Vic tried to pull his softening erection from Flick's still-suckling mouth, but the chameleon whimpered and whined and tried to keep the plump, fleshy shaft on his tongue as long as possible. Roscoe, meanwhile, grunted and drew his own spent shaft from the lizard's depths, and both animals gasped and groaned; the stallion at the desperate grip of Flick's inner walls and the flood of his own seed that leaked out over his groin, and the lizard at the sudden emptiness within him once Roscoe's length popped free of his dribbling hole. A pair of hands on the smaller animal's asscheeks kept them spread, and an impressed whistle sounded from behind him. "Nice."

Vic laughed, his own hand petting between Flick's horns. He humped against the younger male's snout. He crooned in that deep voice of his down to the lizard. He finally pulled free of those lips and that tongue with a grunt of reluctance. "Turn around, cud. Roscoe's got a fat dick that needs cleaning. And I wanna see what a mess he made of your rump."

With nothing more than a hoarse moan, the lizard obeyed; he turned himself around and pressed his burning cheeks to Roscoe's still-pulsing shaft, smearing the stallion's cum and the reek of his own ass all over his face. Without even needing to be told he began to lick and lap and slurp, swallowing down every bit of smut clinging to the larger animal's length; and as Vic took over spreading and groping the lizard's backside, Flick latched onto the horse's cocktip and began to nurse with a needy hum.

"Fuck, Roscoe. Little cud's hole is flooded, alright."

"Yeah." A low whinny. A soft groan. A chuckle, and a wink to the bull. "Don't mind sloppy seconds, do you?" Roscoe's red eyes darted downward to Vic's crotch, where the long, flopping, swaying shaft hanging from that bovine sheath was already twitching back to hardness once more. The horse could feel his own malehood growing erect in Flick's eager mouth as well. The pair shared a wide grin with each other, and the smaller animal caught between them prepared himself for another rough round.

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"Flick?"

A low, fatigued moan. His head felt light and wobbly, but the rest of his body felt so heavy. The sunlight and faint breeze caressing his scales, along with the nearby sound of a rushing stream, lulled the lizard's thoughts into muzzy, dozey warmth.

"Yo, you alright?"

Flick grunted, turned his face away from the light leaking through his closed eyelids, and took a slow breath in and out. He was still a little sore, but the sensations prickling under his tail and spreading in dull waves through his abdomen felt muffled by the cotton filling his head. Then a hand settled on his shoulder, shaking the chameleon to rouse him from his nap.

"Hey!"

"Ngwha?" Flick sat up, a hand moving to knead the corners of his eyes as they blinked open; he winced and grimaced at another sharp sting in his well-used back hole, but it wasn't any worse than he'd suffered after one of his and CJ's more adventurous nights. The lizard looked around; he was still near the riverbank, though it seemed Vic and Roscoe had deposited him in the shade of a tree after rutting him full in both ends a few times. Then he looked down at himself; it appeared that the pair had cleaned up most of what they'd done to him, wiping their cum off of his face and rump before leaving him to rest, and had even folded up his discarded pants and set them nearby. Finally, he looked up to the figure looming over him.

An alligator, large and burly and beaming with a wide and friendly grin. His vivid green eyes gazed down at Flick, occasionally darting toward the lizard's bare crotch and thighs before moving back upward. The camouflage-like blotches of orange, cream, and brown patterning his scales were familiar to the chameleon, and contrasted well with the forest-green Nook Inc. shirt he was wearing; the only thing he was wearing, Flick couldn't help noticing as his own eyes glanced downward.

Sly grinned, and then clapped the smaller reptile on the same shoulder he'd just been shaking. "Hoo-rah! Morning Flick, or rather afternoon. Always good to see you visiting Isla del Biceps!"

"Yeah..." The chameleon kept his stiff smile in place, even if he couldn't help a faint cringe at the island name; chosen by their enthusiastic-if-nothing-else Resident Representative, the other villagers had always been quick to reassure Flick. Said Resident Representative squatted down next to the smaller reptile, looking him over with blooming curiosity. "Always good to visit... I mean, uh..." A quiet clearing of his throat. "Once more I have descended to this realm in search of enlightenment, mortal."

"Uh-huh." Sly blinked once. Twice. Cleared his own throat. "Uh, I got some bugs I caught over the week back at the house, but other than that..."

"Ah, no. My purpose here is... a little different from normal." As before, heat bloomed in Flick's cheeks as his gaze dropped to the grass between his legs. He drew his knees up to his chest, picking at a few verdant blades, and hoped the glances Sly was giving his nude lower body were as interested as they seemed. For a third time the sound of a dry throat being cleared broke the silence between the two reptiles. "My interests are more... carnal in nature this time around."

"Carne?" Sly's brow furrowed. "Uh, I mean, I could try whipping something up. Already got my meal prep for the week all done, but if you're hungry, I could-"

"No, no." Flick sighed and shook his head. "Carnal. You know, like..." He nodded downward; and when the gator still didn't seem to follow, the chameleon poked the forefinger of one hand through a ring made by his other in that universal, unmistakable signal.

"Ohh, you mean sex!" Sly's own cheeks gained a pinkish tinge as they stretched into another beaming grin while the alligator laughed. "Well, if it's dick you want, you came to the right place. Made a deal with old Tom Nook to make sure all the residents of Isla del Biceps, uh, are the type to appreciate the male form. If you catch my drift."

Flick caught Sly's drift, indeed; and his own lips perked up into a slight smirk as he let his gaze wander to appreciate the larger reptile's big, muscular, very-male form. "I see. And so... can I take it you're interested in forming a pact, then?" His slim thighs spread just enough to give Sly a peek at what the chameleon had between them; the flushing, soft-scaled lips of Flick's slit.

A toothy grin. A low rumble. A flirtatious wink. "You know it."

The chameleon moved up onto his knees, scooting around so that he and Sly were face-to-face and then sitting back on his heels. Even like that, the other reptile loomed over him; it would almost be intimidating if it weren't for the friendly sparkle of the gator's eyes. Flick gulped. He hesitated. He reached down, rubbing the hem of Sly's shirt between his thumbs and forefingers, and gave the larger animal a shy look. "May I?"

"Go ahead." Sly's grin only grew wider as he lifted his arms; his biceps bulged, his chest flexed, and he let out another rumble when Flick's eyes widened. "Hoo-rah... Been working on this bod all year. Always a treat to show it off when a guy's interested."

And show off to a very interested Flick he did indeed. Sly let out a quiet groan--a throaty call meant to stir the loins of any prospective partner in earshot--as Flick pulled his shirt up to expose the firm, flat expanse of his stomach; not quite abs, but still impressive. Higher, baring the supple mounds of his pectorals; large and well-sculpted, and bouncing as the gator shifted on his knees. Off, leaving the larger reptile completely nude; every inch of his burly body was exposed, and Flick was quick to press in against it and feel up the other animal's muscles. "Wow... very impressive. F-for a mortal."

Sly smirked as the chameleon's hands cupped his chest, and pushed it out to let Flick cop as much of a feel as he pleased. He chuckled, warm and a little embarrassed, as those fingers moved up and down his abdomen; that chuckle turned into a choked-back giggle when the smaller reptile found a ticklish spot just above the gator's hip. He lifted and curled his arms, grunted, and struck a pose as his biceps bulged with his flexing. And then the alligator blinked, sniffed the air, and gave the lizard a sheepish grin. "Uh, was kinda doing my noon run around the island when I spotted you. Think I was on like my sixtieth lap or so, so I've been working up a sweat. Hope you don't mind."

Flick gulped. He'd definitely noticed, and had hoped the larger reptile wouldn't notice him taking furtive sniffs of the rich, spicy, masculine scent which wafted from Sly's body with every one of the gator's movements. But with the other animal looking right at him with his arms lifted up to bare the glistening, sweat-soaked scales underneath, the chameleon couldn't resist; he grabbed onto one of Sly's biceps, giving it a squeeze, and dipped down to put his nose right into the alligator's armpit.

Breathing in and out, slow and deep. Sniffing and snuffling around. Grinding his nostrils and lips over the musky expanse, and pressing in close to the larger reptile. Flick let out a belly-deep groan of arousal, huffing out humid puffs of air over Sly's underarm to let the gator know just how little he minded.

"Mmf... you really like that, huh?" A hand on Flick's wide hip, feeling over it. A low growl that sent vibrations shooting deep into the chameleon's roiling gut and groin. A laugh. Sly pulled the chameleon in close, his free arm wrapping around the smaller reptile to let him feel just how much bigger he was. "You like sniffing a real male's pits, huh?"

Flick gasped and shivered; and couldn't stop his hips from rocking forward to press his hot, moistening slit against the gator's thigh. He looked up to Sly, really taking in how large and manly the other reptile was. His form easily dwarfing the lizard's own. The firm musculature pressing against Flicks own slim, lithe, and supple torso. He reached around to the gator's back, feeling the rougher plates of his scales, and as Sly smirked down to him Flick noticed the sharp white fangs jutting up from the alligator's lower jaw.

Sly was a real male; much more of a male than he was. And the fact stirred the lizard's malehoods in the humid depths of his slit. "Yes." The word was huffed out in a quiet, needy whine. "I love it."

Sly's embrace tightened around him, firm and yet almost tender. The gator laughed and offered the smaller reptile another wink. Then he reached down, grasped Flick's wrist, and brought the chameleon's hand lower to press that palm against the flushed expanse between his legs. "You wanna see a real male's dick, too?"

"Yes." The answer was almost immediate as Flick's fingers sought out and easily found the taut line of Sly's own slit lips. They traced along its length, gathering up the built-up moisture and then teased their way inside of it. "Please, Sly..."

"Hoo-rah..." The alligator's eyelids fluttered in pleasure as his genital passage stretched around Flick's probing digits. "Then get in there and get it out."

Slim fingers took the invitation in earnest; the chameleon pressed his palm to Sly's crotch as he explored the depths of the gator's genital slit. Hot. Wet. So very tight. Unlike his own vent, which welcomed the alligator's much-thicker finger into it while the lizard hissed and cooed in delight, those inner walls felt untouched; it almost seemed wrong to the chameleon to delve into the larger, stronger, far-more-masculine reptile's depths. However, Sly's warm gaze on him as the gator returned the favor made it clear how much he liked it.

As did the pulsing of the hidden length that Flick's seeking digits found. It was thick, the tip of it flared out in a wide bulb before easing into a tapered shaft. And as the chameleon rubbed and teased around that emerging cocktip, it just seemed to keep coming. More and more throbbing, virile flesh pushed out from the alligator's slit, quickly growing into a massive pillar that rivalled both Roscoe's and Vic's in length and girth.

"Hoo-rah, there we go. You like it?" Sly pressed his hips forward, and Flick jerked and shuddered and whined when he felt his own little malehoods being pulled free from their hiding place to bump and bat against that monolithic member. "Come on, show me what kind of competition I got to work with here."

It was no contest at all. The pair rocked their hips together, staring down at their grinding crotches; Sly smirking, wide and playfully-teasing, while Flick blushed at the sheer difference between the two of them. The chameleon's twin erections rose from his pinkened slit lips, looking almost dainty; slim and tapered to blunted points, and barely longer than a forefinger or so. The alligator's, on the other hand, extended to the middle of the smaller reptile's stomach. Gargantuan. Intimidating. Potent; every pulse along its considerable length sent a spurt of precum jetting out of its tip to soak Flick's shirt. Sly's hands moved around the chameleon once more, each grabbing a generous palmful of the lizard's rump, and he began to hump with a toothy grin. "Man, your little dicklets are cute."

The declaration only made Flick's cheeks burn all the hotter. His cocks hadn't ever been called 'cute' before; 'nice', 'suckable', and 'fin-tastic', sure--all murmured in CJ's chipper voice--but never 'cute'. "You... think so?"

"Yeah!" A squeeze of his asscheeks, rough and enthusiastic. A rumble in the massive chest that Flick was pulled toward to bury his face in. A nuzzle against his temple, and a puff of breath against his earhole. "You're real cute. Soft and girly, yeah, but it's adorable."

An inferno burned within the chameleon's entire body. Sure, he was slim. Sure, his hips were a little wide. And sure, he wasn't nearly as masculine as the muscular brute holding him in those thickly-corded arms. But still every purred-out, husky word sent a surge of electricity straight to his groin. His 'cute' lengths jumped and spurted against that far-larger erection. He whimpered, and pressed himself deeper into Sly's embrace.

"You, uh..." Hesitation. Embarrassment? "You wanna try, you know... getting fucked like one? A girl, I mean?"

A shiver ran up and down the smaller reptile's spine, forcing his tail to hike up in instinctual anticipation and cutting through the fog of arousal that had overtaken his brain. "Come again?" He pulled back, swallowing hard--still tasting the lingering flavor of cum from the last pair of 'commissions' he'd taken--and peeked up at Sly. "In my...?" He pressed forward, and the underside of the alligator's shaft pushed between his cocks to grind on the wet, exposed opening of his genital vent.

"Yeah." Sly reached up to rub the back of his head and let out a sheepish laugh. "I mean, there aren't any other reptiles on the island to do it with. Went on a few of those Mystery Island Tour thingies to see if I could run into Del or maybe Boots, but no luck so far. But I kinda always wanted to try it..."

Flick blinked. He breathed, in and out, and tasted the rich aroma of arousal surrounding the two of them. He smiled. "Very well."

The last two 'clients' of his--the bull and stallion pair--had been rough and domineering as they pushed and pulled the chameleon about between them; not so with Sly. The alligator laid Flick back down on the grass with a gentleness that belied both his size and his strength. However, the larger reptile was very eager to spread the lizard's legs apart, moving between them to loom over the smaller animal as he positioned himself. Flick just shifted and squirmed and made himself comfortable on the ground while feeling that thick, bulbous head kiss the lips of his slit. His own erections, meanwhile, pulsed against either side of that massive member in a lewd embrace of their own. "You, uh..." Again Sly hesitated, looking down at Flick with a toothy grin and--admittedly very attractive--blush. "You ready?"

"As I'll ever be." He lifted his legs up to wrap them around Sly's waist, pulling their crotches closer together. He reached up, giving the alligator's broad shoulders a squeeze. He nodded, bucked upward, and let out a throaty moan as the larger reptile's cocktip teased into his opening. "Do me hard."

"Alright. Hoo-rah... here goes...!"

Slow. Careful. Pausing at every hiss and groan and whimper from the smaller animal. That monolithic member began to slide into Flick's genital vent as the chameleon clutched at and pulled Sly in closer. It definitely wouldn't hilt inside him--it had taken a long time for him to take Roscoe's and Vic's full lengths up his ass, and he'd had much more experience with stretching that eager back passage out than he had the tighter, shallower one within his slit--but it felt so good. His inner walls stretched so deliciously around the pulsing pillar pushing against them, and the pressure being put on his internal balls and the very roots of his own throbbing erections sent arcs of electric heat slamming into his gut.

When Sly finally bottomed out, about half of his malehood buried in the panting lizard, he looked down to Flick with another grin and a flirtatious wink. "Alright. You just lay back and be cute while your gator stud fucks your brains out, hoo-rah."

In, and then out. Rocking his hips and grunting with pleasure while the chameleon squeezed down around him. Touching Flick all over--rubbing his hands up and down the lizard's sides in between giving his hips a squeeze--as he worked up a slow, steady rhythm. It wasn't too different from being fucked in the ass missionary, but something about reaching around to rub the gator's flexing shoulders and arcing back while feeling another male's cock filling his genital vent sent the butterflies in the lizard's gut fluttering in a wild swarm. Every deep rumble from above as Sly's far-larger, far-stronger, far-more-masculine presence engulfed him made his lengths twitch and the lips of his slit clamp around the shaft gliding through them. Every thrust deep into that passage which wasn't meant to hold any malehood but his own made his back arch and gasps of delight leak from his gaping mouth. Every nibble of those sharp teeth upon his shoulders, every grope he could sneak in of those bulging muscles under the other reptile's scales, and every throb of that enormous erection within him made Flick want even more.

Faster. Harder. Not deeper, but that didn't mean the alligator couldn't slam as deep into the chameleon as possible. Their grunting and cooing and cries of pleasure became a chorus of sexual pleasure that joined the slick sound of wet scales slapping on scales and flesh grinding on flesh. It was so much. It was too much. Flick couldn't stop himself from screaming when the springcoil in his gut snapped and sent spurts of his cum shooting out between them. He could tell Sly was close as well, and did his best--clenching down on that girthy length, squeezing his legs around those pumping hips to keep it buried within him, and begging with ragged need to be filled with everything the larger reptile had--to push the alligator over the edge as well. And he succeeded; Sly forced his cock as deep into Flick's slit as it would go, threw his head back, and roared out his orgasm as he came inside of the lizard.

Again, and again, and again. It was a thick, sticky deluge that erupted out of Sly's cock to fill--overfill-Flick's vent and gush out over his groin to puddle between them. Sloppy and reeking of pungent, potent virility; once more the chameleon's thoughts sank into the musky mire that filled his brain as the haze of warm afterglow--and bone-deep, post-nut satisfaction--filled his body.

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"So, is this gonna be a regular thing?"

"Tentatively, yes." The cool river water felt so good on his smut-smeared scales. Flick splashed it up onto his chest and rubbed his shoulders and chin with it, and then dipped a hand under the surface to scrub away the cum still leaking from his sore, stinging slit; he even reached back under his tail with a few fingers to give his hole a good washing-out as well. He glanced over to Sly, who was standing next to him in the flowing stream and splashing his own nude body clean. "I'll still be making my visits to find my one true soul bug, of course. Offering earthly currency for any swarming sages that may find their way into your bug net. But, uh..." A flick of his tail as he dropped his gaze and shifted from foot to foot on the smooth pebbles of the riverbed. "Should any resident of this realm desire a commission of carnal exchanges, then they will be available at any time that I alight upon this land."

"Cool!" The gator grinned, and slung an arm around the lizard to pull him in close. Their wet bodies ground together, and for a moment the embers of arousal in Flick's groin stirred at once more feeling those firm muscles pressing against him. "You want me to spread the word? Pretty much everyone on the island, uh... likes guys. And if you're offering sex, they should be up for commissioning you."

The corners of his lips curled upward, and there was a flutter in his breast. He looked up to the larger reptile and nodded. "That would be most appreciated. Thank you, Sly." He couldn't stop himself from stuttering as his cheeks grew warm.

"Any time!" After giving Flick another pat on the shoulders, the alligator moved to climb back onto the riverbank. He shook himself to get most of the water off his scales, and then pulled his discarded t-shirt back on. "I've still got a couple hundred laps to go, so I should run into someone else pretty soon. I'll let them know the deal and send them your way, deal?"

"Deal." Flick took a few moments longer to appreciate the water flowing around him. "Fare thee well until we meet again."

"Later!" With that, the alligator took off; he jogged down the path, leaving Flick alone with his thoughts.

The chameleon sighed. He stretched, grunted, and huffed out a heavy breath. He waded to the riverbank, climbed up onto the grass, and took a look at his own discarded clothing. His pants were still folded and set near the roots of the tree he'd been resting under; if Sly kept his word and let the other residents of the island know about 'the deal', he probably wouldn't need them for the remainder of his stay. And his shirt was rumpled, soaked with souring sex-sweat, and stained with both his own drying cum and the few dribbles that had escaped his working mouth during Vic and Roscoe's 'commissions'. The lizard set it aside atop his other garments; even if it wasn't dirtied, there was something thrilling about being nude. Utterly bare, like a lepidopteran beauty freed from its cocoon. Open to the stares and touches and lustful advances of any other males he might encounter.

He smiled and curled up in the grass, letting out a little coo of contentment. There was still plenty of daylight to burn. But for the moment, Flick closed his eyes and rested his spent body in the shade of the tree, recharging for the next 'commission' that might come his way.