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From: Ariel (arielh@felinenetworks.com)

To: You (mohammadi@felinetworks.com)

Cc: Warehouse (warehouse@felinetworks.com)

Subject: Era Supply - Delivery 10am Thursday 06/17

Mohammad,

Please expect a delivery tomorrow for 16oz Cartons & Boxes. Not sure exactly how many pallets, but I would say at least 15. I will notify Raquel as well so that 1 person is there for coverage on the load.

Regards,

Ariel Hui

Purchase Manager

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Well. There goes the plans to organize yesterdays load, thought Mohammad. He flags the email as a task, setting it for tomorrow. It's late in the day, so he can get away with not doing much. Still, Mohammad stood, a short, stocky bearded dragon, though neither bearded or actually a dragon, damning attempts to breathe fire at a younger age.

He slips on fingerless gloves, stubby claws poking through, and picks up a piece of paper. Walking towards a pallet of mixed boxes and buckets, the lone lizard consults the list on his pick ticket. A few of the boxes are stored at ground level, so he simply carries them off to their respective locations, and crosses them off the list.

As for the rest, he uses the forklift, retrieving pallets from the higher shelves, and placing the box onto the pallet with the rest of its kind, and putting the pallet back. Getting to the last box to be put up, and Mohammad worked up a bit of a sweat. The temperature control in the warehouse can only do so much against summer heat. He places the final package onto the pallet, climbs onto the forklift, and raises it up to its spot. Gently he brings the forks back down, parks the forklift in its charging port, and turns it off. Heading back to his computer, it's just a little after his shift ended, not bad.

As he's about to clock out, Ariel enters the warehouse from deeper inside where the offices are located. The goat has a constant air of relaxation about her, juxtaposed by her intensely bright blue eyes that focus in on you. "Hey Mo, heading out for the day?"

Swivelling in his chair, he nods, "Yep. What do ya need?"

"I was talking to Col, we're gonna try to do a cycle count tomorrow." She walks into the warehouse proper, down one of the aisles. Mohammad follows her, "Okay, so you'll need someone to bring down the higher items."

"Right! Think you could do that tomorrow first thing?"

"Yeah," he thinks for a moment, "I've only got that delivery tomorrow, and nothing waiting for me in the morning. So far." He emphasizes the last sentence.

Ariel laughs, "Yeah, I get how Friday's seem to catch everyone by surprise. Anyway, I'll let you go. See you tomorrow." She leaves the warehouse, typing something up on her phone.

Mohammad waves an unseen goodbye, "You too," finally able to clock out. No further interruptions, he heads home and relaxes for a few hours before turning in early.

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The next day. Alarm silenced, breakfast made, clothes donned. Twenty minutes commute, and Mohammad clocks in a few minutes before the hour. At his desk, he checks for any new emails, found none, and takes down the reminder about today's delivery. First thing today, he'll stage those pallets Ariel requested.

The forklift's daily inspection doesn't take long, and the reptile made efficient work in organizing the pallets from the higher shelves in rows, marking each line to indicate their location. Around nine a.m., the door rang. Mohammad answered it to greet the UPS driver, a mink, "Hey, good morning! Just this today," he explains. Mohammad takes the parcel, "Thanks, have a good one!"

"You too!" the mink replies as Mohammad closes the door, placing the parcel on his desk, and taking out the packing slip. Reading it, he logs the contents on his computer and sends the recipient a quick email.

Nearing ten o'clock, Mohammad takes a quick fifteen minute break before heading down to the receiving bay. Raquel is there, but he waves the beaver off. "I've got it," he tells her. "Alright, have fun." She wanders deeper into the warehouset to assist the production line.

Soon he hears the hydraulics of the heavy truck stop outside. Opening the door, he sees a tall alligator stepping out of his truck, the reptile is handsome from his face, to his chest, to his legs. He has uncommon coloration, dark brown scales with a muted gold underside. Mohammad has to snap himself out of staring, glancing down at his phone to cover his ogling.

The truck driver, named Louw, did notice the smaller, distant reptiliean cousin of his ogling him, but at the moment, he doesn't mind. He'd had a long day of driving, starting very early in the morning, and besides, the sandy white lizard looks cute so he took it as a compliment. He lifts up his sunglasses to speak, "Felinetworks?"

Mohammad looks up from his phone. "Yep! What've you got?"

Handing over the bill of lading, Louw gives a quick description of what he'd read. "Looks like fifteen pallets or so."

"Awesome! If you could back into bay two, I'll get it unloaded for ya."

"Alright," Louw winks and turns away, thinking maybe he shouldn't have because the lizard visibly trembled. He shakes his head getting back into his truck. Some boys are just made too easy to please.

Mohammad takes a deep breath. He has to calm himself, he's a professional after all. He places the bill on his desk after skimming its contents, then grabs the keys to the forklift. Now he only has to wait for the truck to back into the bay and he can get to work. Idly he thinks about the alligator. He never got his name, was it on his nametag? Did he have a nametag? He'd not worn very much, shorts and a tee, sunglasses and sneakers. Toned calves, bulging triceps. A powerful neck...

He steps off the forklift and looks out the bay door window. He saw the trailer lined up, and the driver just starting to open its doors. Even from this distance he can see his arms flex, moving the heavy latches, swinging the doors open. Louw turns suddenly to walk back to the sleeper cab, catching Mohammad's staring. Blushing heavily, Mohammad ducks down out of sight. He's really falling so hard for this random burly truck driver. He squeezes his eyes and clenches his claws. Keep it together Mo!

The blaring reverse alarm turns into the rumble of the trailer impacting the dock, and Mohammad rolls open the dock door, ready to unload the pallets. Usually this procedure doesn't take very long, especially since the truck was not filled to maximum. However, after putting down the seventh or so pallet, Mohammad's radio crackles with Raquel's voice. "Mo, you copy?"

"Go ahead."

"Production needs twenty kilos of copper sulfate."

"Right now?"

"Yeah."

"Alright, I'll stage some for you."

Twenty kilos is not very much, and could be handled pretty quickly. It's when he gets sidelined by Ariel with a question related to the cycle count. Mohammad explains as quickly and coherently as he can, but Ariel has several follow up questions that he can't escape from.

And then someone else needs his attention, or another call asking for information on storage procedure. It seemed to never end, and before he knew it, a couple hours pass before he can get back to unloaded the rest from the truck.

He makes quick work of it, being less careful about placing the pallets to save a little time. He grabs the bill of lading, signs it, and walks outside towards the cab. Walking around the front of it to get to the driver's side, and not seeing the driver right away, he knocks on the door. From his viewpoint, he can see the alligator's head peak out from the curtain leading to the sleeper section before the rest of his body follows through. He sits down heavily into the driver's seat, then opens the door. "All done?"

Mohammad can't answer right away. His breath is stolen from him by the sight of the alligator's cock standing at attention through the driver's shorts. Slick with either lube or a hefty amount of pre, its surface shines in the sunlight. His silence draws some amount of concern from Louw, following the smaller reptiles eyeline to his own protruding member, changing his concern to alarm. "Oh shit!" He says, scrambling to conceal himself, "I'm so sorry. Fuck!"

"Oh, uh, it's okay," Mohammad isn't sure what to say, he scratches the back of his head. Watching the unnamed driver tuck himself into his shorts, a thought idling in the back of his mind that he should look away. He does not. Penis out of sight, it's bulge is still visible, and in fact near the tip a darker spot could be spotted as pre leaked through the fabric. "Um, here," he reaches up to hand over the slip of paper to the flustering gator. "Happens to the best of us, right?"

"Ha, right. Again, so sorry. Complete accident."

"Well, only such things as happy little accidents."

"What?"

"Bob Ross?"

"Oh. Yeah, happy little accidents. You don't... mind?"

"I've seen my fair share of dicks in my life." What is he saying? Flirting, on work hours?

"Oh?" Louw raises a scaly brow.

"Yeah!" He can't stop the next words from coming out. "I can help you with that, if you want."

If Mohammad hardly believes his own words, Louw's faith can't flare stronger. "Really?" he asks. When he nods back, it's the gator's turn to scratch his head. "So... what do you wanna do?"

"Right," big breath, "I can do anal, oral, down with anything really but nothing painful. And we gotta be quick." He feels like he just listed a Grindr bio. Mohommad glances back at the warehouse with those last words. He doesn't see anybody in the windows, but someone might come looking for him at any moment.

"Sounds good to me." Now Louw's approachable demeanor turns predatory. "Get in here then," offering a hand down. Moments pass, Mohammad running through the scenario again in his head, recalculating the risks involved.

Small sand colored claws and large coarse brown ones clasp together, Mohammad experiencing first hand the strength of an alligator pulling him off the ground and into the gator's lap. Louw takes the bill from Mohammad's hands and places it on the dashboard, "I'll get that back to you as soon as I'm done." The rumbling in his ears runs a shiver down Mohammad's back, squirming to find his place on Louw's lap. He feels the hard length of cock under their combined layers of cloth, feels it pulse with excitement. "The name's Louw," his claws rub over his back, finding their way under his shirt, "I like when they say it," crawl their way up his back, then down around his tail, just able to sneak a finger down into his pants between his cheeks, "while I fuck them."

Utterly submissive, Mohammad's arousal bulges into his pants. He pushes back into the thick finger, a rub against his hole as reward. Gripping onto Louw's shirt, he feels the firm scales making up his chest. He rests his cheek against it, hearing the large reptile's heart beat, smelling his musk, "Yeah, I can remember that."

Chuckling, Louw shuts the truck door and swivels to the right, moves out of the chair and through the curtains. The dark interior of the small bunk in the sleeper cab resembles a studio apartment, dialed to the max in terms of space capacity. A small microwave, a minifridge. Air conditioning keeps the air flowing, but it isn't on. The passenger side seat could rotate one-hundred-eighty degrees to act as a chair for a table the folds out from the wall. Taking up almost the entirety of the space, and the focal point for this scene, is the bed.

It's where Louw sits down, cradling Mohammad in his lap, and asks, "Can I kiss you?" and receiving an immediate bashful nod in the affirmative. He closes his eyes and lends forward only a little, his large snout smushing against Mohammad's lips, the tip of his tongue snaking through. Mohammad only has to open his jaws a little for him to surge gently but unerringly inward, his tongue filling his maw. He suckles it like a cock; stroking along the underside with his tongue, rubbing the upper side with his lips, and applying gentle suction. His efforts are not unnoticed, the gator's arms curling around him, pulling him close, making him arch his head upwards. His nostrils blow hot air across his face, and he loves it.

Rolling over and laying Mohammad on the bed, Louw steps out of his shorts, letting his cock throb in the air. The lizard's sinfully clothed rear become Louw's next target, claws grabbing at the his pants and pulling on them, hard. Mohammad raises his hips and unclasps his belt, the pressure around his waist releasing. Louw drops his pants on the floor next to his shorts, and watches Mohammad take his shoes off, then his shirt, throwing them out of the way.

Louw dives right back in, resting his elbows next to his shoulders, pushing his tongue back into Mohammad. He moans into the kiss, pushing more tongue into his mouth, frenching him in a most dominant way. He opens his eyes when he hears Mohammad gulp, tugging on his tongue, and realizes that he's pushed into his throat. He looks down his snout, only half Mohammad's face visible, closed eyes and blushing cheeks showing incredible unwitting pleasure. And so he pushes more of himself in. He felt his tongue squeeze into the narrow space of the lizard's throat, the ripple of peristalsis massaging it. Louw reveled in the trust Mohammad gave him, though they were strangers only several hours ago.

He holds himself there, Mohammad squirming under his top half, his length left unattended but dripping down on the cab floor. He lasts a good minute and a half by Louw's count, before he taps against the underside of his arm. Louw produces encouraging rumble only alligators can, giving himself a few more moments before pulling out.

Mohammad gasps for air, saliva dripping down his jowls, and he laughs a bit. "That's pretty good," he says between breaths.

"Yeah?" Louw asks as he pulls off his shirt, revealing a girthy belly, "I liked it too." He strokes his cock. "Want this next?"

Watching Louw slowly stroke his cock, the foreskin just able to cover the head on the upstroke, Mohammad seemed hypnotized, but not enough to ask, "How do you wanna do it?"

Louw thrusts forward to wipe his cock on Mohammad's leg. "Figured I'd let you choose, since you're the one that has to take it." He sits down though, "Always easiest to let you slide it in yourself."

"Yeah, okay." Mohammad sits up, taking off his shirt. Louw leans back to rest against the headboard, grabbing lube from a nearby shelf and handing it over. Mohammad crawls forward to generously apply lube to the appendage about to invade him. Turning around, he raises himself to a standing position, his back against Louw's chest. Louw rests his hands behind his head, letting Mohammad take the wheel. He reaches down to guide the cock tip towards his hole. He holds it there, Louw flexing it to show how eager he is, a drop of precum seeping into the approaching hole. Mohammad relaxes, letting himself sink down onto the pole. Slowly, gently, agonizingly cautious, the tip spreads his anus and disappears inside him. He can feel his ring stretch around the unyielding length, feeling how it pulses every so often.

He rests only a moment before venturing further, letting go of the cock and bracing himself with his hands against the gator's thighs. With the same care he got the head in, he eases the rest of Louw's cock. It pressures his innards with its presence, he has to stop midway down to catch his breath. It feels so good inside him, he tries a few test clenches and confirms its thickness.

This is his mistake however, for Louw is getting just as much, if not more, pleasure from this leisurely pace, and is unable to hold himself back. He grabs Mohammad's hips and drags him down into his lap. Not quickly, but with a purpose to get him buried all the way inside. Mohammad lets him, "Oh, Louw..." blushing at the realization he'd been accidentally teasing his impromptu lover, then he looked down. "Jesus fuck!" Mohammad gasped.

"You okay?" Louw stopped to check over Mohammad's body in concern. He was looking down at his groin, where he held a clawed hand.

"You're huge..."

Moving his hand away, Louw sees a faint bulge underneath Mohammad's navel. He also notices their two sacs are nearly the same tint of sandy white, though his is nearly twice the size. Grinding to move his cock around, confirmed he was making that bulge as it matched his movements. He hummed at the sensation of flesh against his sensitive cock head, and at the realization that his size made such an impact in the smaller reptile.

"Fuck. I'm gonna ruin you." He thrust his hips upwards, limited by their position, but just enough to make the bulge slightly swell. Wrapping his arms under Mohammad's arms and around his belly, he slowly begins to hammer into him, blindly driven by desire now. The lizards tight ring barely makes it up half way before he pushes back in to the root. The bulge ebbs and flows with his motions, feeling it against his forearm.

Mohammad grabs the beefy arms hugging him, the only thing he can do while his backside is ravaged. His back squished into the gator's chest, the pleasure he feels rockets from his prostate and into his body with each inward motion, forcing his breathing to match its tempo. In his ears, Louw's heavier breath blends into the slaps of wet flesh against flesh, some drool dripping down onto his shoulders. Quietly, "Fuck me Louw." His mind clouded by lust, he doesn't have to reach far to lick against Louw's bottom jaw, as if to clean it.

It isn't particularly quick, but it catches him off-guard nonetheless: Louw pivots his head to encapsulate Mohammad's head between his jaws, tongue slathering all over him while his hips never cease pistoning. Saliva covers his delicate facial scales, his last vision before closing his eyes is of Louw's dull teeth and red tongue, submitting to the roaming tongue. He opens his mouth, requiring little effort to direct drool into it, swallowing it down.

As if called upon, or maybe a futile attempt to take back what it produces, Louw's tongue finds Mohammad's open maw and dives into it, spreading his jaws apart and thrusting greedily into his throat. Once again unable to breath, Mohammad is only slightly worried about not being able to get the gator's attention this time. It plungs deeper this time, now that he can actually reach the root of the tongue, the bulge in his throat disappears into his chest. The sensation of all of it, the wetness and pressure he felt in his rear and his face, he felt a full body orgasm approaching, unable to do anything to slow it, to warn Louw, to do anything.

It crashes through his sytem, and he squirms, gags, clenches and spasms, blanking out anything except for pleasure. He clenches around the length pounding into him, but Louw does not stop, nor does he increase pace, he simply continues on like a machine. Mohammad's cock bounces in the air, dripping ejaculate that spreads across Louw's forearms or flings onto his thighs, but most of it rolls down the length, balls, where they meet the gator's more sizeable ones on the upswing. They stretch out or snap, mixing into the liquids there.

It's as Mohammad is coming down from his high that Louw's own orgasm erupts, signalled by his thick tail slapping against the wall. He slips his tongue from him, just in time for him to breath, and suckles on his whole head like a candy. He presses his hips flush to the lizards, balls resting on bigger balls, finally still, but only for a moment. The orgasm triggered throughout Louw's body repeatedly clenches a series of muscles, making the sac pulse, forcing cum into the urethra. Flexing muscles propel it forward, up, and out, spewing from his enlarged cock head deep in Mohammad's intestinal tract. He moans loudly through every throb, crushing the little dragon in his grasp.

It dies off after maybe the sixth pulse, and he releases Mohammad, head slipping from his mouth. They both breath heavily, the smaller reptile gasps at fresh air, free of the gator's maw and slick with spit. "Fuck!"

"Yeah, that was fuck..." Louw quietly chuckles.

"God..." Mohammad's more rational thoughts come back to him, interrupting his afterglow. "How long have I been gone? Ah shit." He pushes Louw's limp arms from him, wincing as he lifts off the softening cock which throbs one last spurt of sperm in him. He climbs down from the bed to his pile of clothes, looking for his phone. "Thirty minutes?!" He scrambles to find the rest of his clothing, carelessly putting them on.

"What, no time for round two?" Louw asks, leaning up. It's impossible to tell if he is sincere.

"Nope, maybe next time!" Slipping on his shoes, he doesn't reply to Louw's next remark.

"It's a date then!"

Fully dressed, his company shirt containing stains one might label as mysterious. He grabs the bill of lading and opens the truck door. Scuttling back inside the warehouse, the summer air dries off any spit the gator might've left on him. He sits down at his desk, hole clenching to keep Louw's seed from making itself known. He groans in remorse, then looks down at the bill of lading.

He never got Louw's signature.