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The Royal Australian Mint has decided to make the official Australian Olympics mascots for Tokyo furries and Paralympics Australia wantedLizzie (the Paralympics mascot) to be extra sexy.

And I decided that it was time for some fanfic, using the Australian Olympic and Paralympic mascots...

So if it sort of becomes a canon that 2020s Lizzie isthe daughter of the 2000s Lizzie, know that it's because the Royal Australian Mint decided that it wanted to mint currency with a sexy lizard on it because anime and it pisses off the Royal Canadian Mint (who is apparently unhappy that the Royal Australian Mint owns two really useful patients; plastic notes and a way to put colour onto coins that doesn't rub off easily).

Oh, and I got involved and wanted to ship an amputee frilled necked lizard with a surfing flyer/jill(female kangaroo).

Will I be shipping Lizzie with any other animal mascots? Only if they're sexy.

And just for legal reasons:

The following is a work of erotic fan fiction using characters who belong to their respective owners. All character copyright belongs to their respective owners. The actual story in no way, shape, or form depicts actual athletes; living or dead, unless said athletes are anthropomorphic frilled neck lizards and kangaroos who happen to have a lesbian encounter in the Olympicvillage at the Tokyo Paralympics; in which case all similarities are purely coincidental and I can prove that I wasn't in Japan at the time and I definitely wasn't hiding in air vents. (I don't even have a valid passport.)

These are the lines of my life.

Post writing note: This was supposed to be a bloody fluff piece! 5,000 words tops! But no! I have to do character pieces with all sorts of sex in them! Right. Editing, then back to moths, avian aliens, and my shepherd's jacket (that's not porn).

Notice of coincidence:

I had begun writing this story on (or around) the 26thof July and finished the first draft around the 30thof July to begin the rather brutal process of editing my work. (The red ink must flow.) On the 31st, I saw the work of one Vorechestra (Ink:https://inkbunny.net/Vorechestra Fur:https://www.furaffinity.net/user/vorechestra/ ). Other than being glad to see more work containing Lizzie the Paralympic mascot, I did have a rather nervous moment where I worried that some may think that this story is basically plagiarising their work in written form or something similar. (For reference, one version of their works, selected appropriately, can be found here Ink:https://inkbunny.net/s/2500826-p2-#pictop Fur:https://www.furaffinity.net/view/43021609/ E621:https://e621.net/posts/2855122 ). I think I may have overreacted, however Vorechestra was quite nice and this note (along with the links) was my way of acknowledging the coincidence exists and it is nothing more than coincidence. In fact, the similarities are just that there is a frilled lizard named Lizzie and a surfing kangaroo having lesbian sex with each other, so in truth this is just me being paranoid and is more just a shout out. Oh well, ce la vie.

So here the 22 year-old ochre orange frilled neck lizard was, in Tokyo for the 2021 Paralympic games. As she hopped along on her crutches (as per her coach's orders to keep weight off her stump), Lizzie was looking around the Olympic village in the hopes of seeing some of her friends from the Institute of Sport.This was interrupted when she felt herself run into someone and get knocked onto her butt.

"Watch it you fuckin' drongo," Lizzie said as she rubbed her rump and looked around for her crutches. "I'll still kick your arse with only one foot."

"Geez little lizard, you ran into me."

"Well maybe you should watch where you're going!" Lizzie shouted as she looked up at whoever had run into her, only to feel her bravado suddenly drain away as she saw who she had run into.

"Yeah, you ran into a brown flyer in a tracksuit who was standing around taking photos with fans," the red-brown coloured female kangaroo chuckled as she offered Lizzie a paw to help her stand up.

Of all the people she had to run into and then yell at, it had to be Millie. The three time Olympic medallist across two different disciplines. The Millie she'd had posters of on her wall since she was young. The Millie who..., well...

Lizzie did everything she could to not fan out her frill to try and scare off her sporting idol, but she could still feel her frill spines lifting up a bit as her nerves went mad.

"However, I'm glad you ran into me," Millie chuckled as she stood there offering her paw to the lizard. "I promised your mother I'd keep an eye on you and I was doing my best to look for you."

Lizzie just sat there babbling as she fanned her frill a bit, paw reaching back and forth aimlessly for one of her crutches.

"Come on," Millie said as she reached forward a bit more with her paw. "Stop looking at me like a stunned mullet and take my paw so we can get you off the ground."

"Okay," was all that Lizzie could squeak as she took Millie's paw, who then helped her stand up on her feet.

"Yeah, I kind of owe your mum big-time after she helped me out in London," Millie said as she bent down to pick up Lizzie's crutches. "So when you made the Paralympics team, she asked me to help you out since she couldn't be here herself."

"Uhuh," Lizzie stammered, her eyes drifting to look at the thick tail and well toned rump of her fellow athlete.

Millie stood back up and handed Lizzie her crutches, who simply took them but didn't bother to put them under her arms.

"Did you hit your head or something?" Millie asked as she tilted her head to look at the stunned frilled neck lizard.

"Huh? What? No, I'm fine." Lizzie stammered as she shook her head and put her crutches under her arms. "Just, you know. Overwhelmed."

"Yeah, that happens the first time," Millie chuckled. "All that hard work and then you find yourself on the international stage at the biggest competition in the world. Messes with your head a bit."

Lizzie gulped as she heard Millie putting into words the thing that was making a knot in her stomach, and in such a casual manner as well. Her frill started to twitch again at the thought that soon she'd be competing in her first Paralympics, but Millie didn't seem to take any notice of her discomfort and gestured over her shoulder with her thumb.

"Come on, let'sgrab some food and talk," Millie offered.

Lizzie sat at one of the tables in the dining hall of the Australian team, nervously bouncing her full leg as Millie went off and got them something to eat. The fact that she was here in Tokyo to represent Australia at the Paralympics was now just an idle thought in the back of her mind. She was about to have dinner with Matilda, her sporting idol since she was 13. The kangaroo she looked up to in so many ways and attempted to emulate in success.

She felt like she was going to be sick.

Lizzie was thinking about sticking her crutches back under her arms and taking off as fast as she could before she did something stupid and completely humiliate herself, butthat plan was scuttledwhen a plate of steak and veggies was put down in front of her.

"I didn't come all the way from Cairns for steak and veggies," Lizzie said as she looked at her plate.

"Nor did you come all this way to get an upset stomach the day before you compete," Millie said as she put another plate of the same on the table and sat down. "I get it; you want to try all the local cuisine and delicacies, but save it until after you've done your competitions. Shoot your shot, then drink the sake and eat the sushi until you're green around your frill."

Lizzie gave Millie anunimpressed look as she opened her frill, showing the natural green that trimmed its edges.

"More green around your frill," Millie corrected herself as Lizzie pulled her frill back againsther neck.

"So why are you eating steak and veggies? You don't have to compete."

"The sushi they serve here is sub-par to the local stuff," Millie pointed out. "I certainly didn't come to Japan to have an Australian cook serve me comparably poor sushi."

"Okay, that makes sense," Lizzie said as she poked at her food and took some mashed potato on her fork. "I'll admit, I'd kill for a beer though."

"Yeah, they don't serve any in the dining hall since some of the athletes are under-age," Millie pointed out. "Some of these teens are away from their parents for the first time, so you can imagine what sort of recklessness they get up to."

"I've been through the Institute, I'm aware of the recklessness."

"Heh, lucky you. Boxing and surfing haven't had a big presence in the institute, so I missed out on all that fun."

"If by 'fun' you mean having to smuggle soft drinksand chocolate past the trainers, then yeah, you missed out."

Millie let out a laugh and almost dropped her fork.

"Shit, I thought it wasn't bad to sneak out and do bare-knuckle fights at 16," Millie laughed. "Came home one night with $200 in prize money, a shiner over my left eye, and half a bottle of cheap rum. First thing my father did when he caught me sneaking in was to pour me a glassof his good whiskey. Told me winners don't drink the cheap shit. You poor little institute kids had to smuggle in cola and chocolate? I mean, I know the diets are intense, but damn. Definitely different sides of the coin there."

"No wonder you won that gold in London by knockout."

"When your father, grandfather, and great grandfather are boxers, you learn a damn lot. Plus they trained me like I was aboomer."

"But why'd you compete in surfing this year?"

"There's nothing like the rush of stepping into a ring with an opponent and beating the crap out of each other, but there's a strange zen to hopping onto your board and riding a wave," Millie said, looking out the window next to her into the middle distance. "You might understand. Sure, you have your competitors, but you go out there by yourself. Shit, with surfing you're literally competing by yourself; you can't directly compare yourself with anyone else. With running, your competitors are running next to you, but it's nothing like boxing. There you have to pay very close attention to your opponent since your victory depends upon defeating them."

Millie gave her head a shake and looked back at her plate.

"Don't get me wrong, I trained hard to be a boxer, but I surfed hard to be alone with my own thoughts. After my last gold medal in boxing I realised that I probably should retire before my brain gets too rattled, only to then turn my half a dozen amateur surfing wins into another gold medal. I'm not the first to win medals across disciplines, but I think I'm the first to do it at first time events."

Lizzie had a bit of difficulty eating as she sat opposite what would be classed as Australian sporting royalty. How was she so calm? As she swallowed, Lizzie felt a bit unsure if she was just swallowing her food, or if she was also swallowing because of her nerves.

"So, um, how do you know my mother?" Lizzie asked, hoping to talk about something other than competing.

"Lizzie, sweetie, who doesn't know your mum?" Millie chuckled. "She's a gold standard of athlete who just doesn't let adversity get in the way. Gold in Atlanta in 1996 in the 400m and a shoe-in to do it again in Sydney in 2000. One year before Sydney and she's in that horrible car crash with her husband and... daughter..."

Lizzie watched Millie put a paw over her muzzle.

It looked like all the colour drained from the fur in Millie's face. "Oh shit, I fucked up. That accident..."

"Just relax," Lizzie sighed. "I know. My dad died, my mum lost her tail and I lost a leg. I made my peace with it a long time ago and it helped that I was very young at the time and don't remember it. Just, tell me how you met my mum."

"Right, um, so, bad accident. Your mother lost her tail. Everyone's thinking that she won't get gold in Sydney. She's doing work with a prosthetist and everyone thinks that she'll make the Athens Paralympics. They have her carry the Australian flag for the Paralympic team and everyone thinks this is just the committee showing off their most famous athlete. Nope; against all odds your mother is actually competing only a year after the accident with a prosthetic tail. 'Oh,' we think, 'that's just her showing her dedication.' Nope. Makes the finals and then wins gold, almost beating the old world record in the class.

"I mean, I could metaphorically suck my own clit at winning gold in two new sports, but your mother is a legend. She went from winning Olympic gold to Paralympic gold in less than a year. No one else has ever done that."

"Geez, should I start calling you 'dad'?" Lizzie asked sarcastically as she watched Millie verbally gushing over her mother's achievements. "You sound like you want to marry her."

"Shit, sorry. You probably hear this all the time."

"Yeah, doesn't help when you're a track athlete, just like her."

"Yeah, okay that'd make it worse. Anyway, back to my part of the story. It's 2012 and I'm in London, there to compete in the female boxing, which is being run for the first time, and I'm just an absolute mess of nerves. My dad was there with me, but my support and coach had always been my grandfather. Unfortunately he'd passed away three weeks before London and I was still so emotionally raw. So I was without my biggest supporter in a foreign city, and about to go into my first fight of the tournament; you can understand how nervous I was. I was thinking about pulling out when your mother ran into me. She was part of the mentoring staff for the young athletes, and though I was nervous to meet such a legend, she was surprisingly laid back. We went back to her room, had a few beers and... talked."

Something didn't seem right to Lizzie at thatmoment; she wasn't 100% sure what it was, but there was something amiss.

"You two... talked," Lizzie said, repeating Millie's last point, even holding the pause for the same amount of time. "Just... talked."

"Just... talked. REALLY helped with my pre-match nerves and the next day I was right as rain."

Lizzie had an inkling, but she wasn't sure how she was going to approach the subject. The idea alone actually made her more nervous just because of what it meant.

Had Millie and her mum had sex?

She'd been calming down up until that point, but the thought of Millie having sex with her mum wasn't just turning her on, but making her hope that Millie would also be willing to do it again, just with her this time.

Of course, Millie hadn't admitted to such a thing, so it was all just smutty speculation on Lizzie's behalf. Speculation that was tying her guts into a knot of nervousness again.

"Everything okay there Lizzie?" Millie asked as she reached across the table to gently grasp the frilled neck lizard's paw with her own fluffy one. "You look like you're about to pass out."

"Oh, I'm fine," Lizzie lied, hoping that it wasn't too blatant. "Maybe feeling a bit homesick, that's all."

"Well eat up and we'll go get that beer you wanted," Millie suggested as she gestured to Lizzie's dinner with her fork. "I know of a bar that serves some good beer around here."

Lizzie was surprised that after four beers, she could still speak fluent enough Japanese to geta cab to take them back to the Olympic village, allwhile Millie was proudly singing the lyrics to "I am Australian" at the top of her lungs.

"How are you this drunk?" Lizzie laughed as Millie slowly hopped her way towards the front door ofthe hotel where shewas staying. "I had as many as you did and I can still stand."

"One, you have a hollow leg," Millie slurred as she took out her keys from the pocket of her tracksuit and swiped the security card on the front lock. "Two, you have two other legs to stand on."

Millie pulled the door and the two of them walked inside slowly.

"Two," Millie slurred as she turned to face her drinking buddy, "again, you do have a disadvantage though as you're alreadyhalfwayto being legless."

"You are bigger than me though," Lizzie pointed out as Millie called the lift.

"True, very true, but you forget the most important rule of all; you can make yourself more drunk, you just can't make yourself more sober. You should never drink by yourselfbecause it's no fun to be drunk all alone, and with the right group of people you can feel more drunk without being more drunk. Tell me that you weren't having fun."

"Oh it was mad, but who were they?"

"I think they were the Irish murderball team, but don't quote me."

"Murderball?"

"Wheelchair rugby! Haven't you seen them play? Bastards are damn near insane, but you won't find a nicer bunch of people around. When Death has french kissed you and you've lived to tell the tale, you appreciate two things more; those stupid little joys of life, and people who can actually french kiss."

The ding sound told them that the lift had arrived and the two of them staggered in before Millie selected her floor.

"Oh, it feels nice to unwind," Millie sighed as she leaned against the wall of the lift and took a deep breath. "You get so busy with everything you sometimes forget that you have to worry about yourself."

Seeing an opportunity to ask a few more questions, Lizzie spoke up.

"So what did you and my mum talk about all those years ago?"

"Huh?" Millie asked as the lift dinged to signal that it had arrived at the correct floor and the doors opened. "Oh, you know, general stuff. Told me what it was like in Atlanta, and then Sydney. Getting her new tail, raising a daughter, training, the joy of running."

The two of them stepped out of the lift and made their way towards Millie's room.

"We always gush about our heroes, so you want to know the weird part? She talked about how proud she was of you. Always running and never letting your disability hold you back. She said that one day she could see you winning a medal or two. It's just a pity that this whole global issue is stopping her from seeing it in person. A great sports hero of the nation talking about how proud they were of their 13 year old daughter like she'd already done the unthinkable, just as she'd done in Sydney."

Millie gave a chuckle as she took her key and opened the door to her room, holding the door open as if to welcome Lizzie in.

"Oh, no I really should have said goodbye out the front and made my way back to my hotel," Lizzie said as she went to turn back to the lift.

"Ahh, come on in, we have to post-drink!"

"More drinking?"

As Lizzie looked at the bottle in her paw, she hadn't been expecting to have been given a... What the hell was this anyway?

"Millie? What is this?"

"Ramunelychee soda," Millie said as she seamlessly took the supplied opener and pushed the marble into the glass bottle. "Don't know why, just always helped me with the hangovers."

"And how the hell do you open it?" Lizzie asked, confused by the glass bottle with the marble in the top.

"Here, sit down," Millie said as she helped Lizzie over to the bed and took her crutches, "you need both paws."

Lizzie actually felt a bit relieved to be off her crutches and took a moment to rotate and stretch her arms. Millie put Lizzie's crutches by the door with her backpack before returning,putting her own bottle on a nearby table and walking over to where Lizzie sat on the queen-sized bed.

"Okay, it's simple. Open the plastic seal and take off the cap..."

As she gave instructions, Millie's paws guided Lizzie's as they went through the steps.

"...and then you push down and, pop."

The opening cap pushed the glass marble into the special neck of the bottle with a clink and the drink fizzed up.

"See?" Millie said. "Too easy."

Lizzie was looking at the bottle, but her thoughts were elsewhere. Her mind was going to all the lewd places as she sat in the hotel room of her idol, sharing drinks and thinking that it was possible that Millie and her mother might have had sex back in London.

Lizzie was brought back to reality by the clink of Millie tapping their bottles together.

"Cheers." Millie said before she went to have another sip of her drink. "Now drink slowly or the marble blocks the opening."

Lizzie sat there for a moment, looking at her drink and desperate to know the lewd truth of what happened between her idol and her mother.

"So what else did you and my mother talk about?" Lizzie asked as she looked up at Millie.

"Well..., you know," Millie sort of stammered, "just general stuff."

"You didn't want to talk about it back at the dining hall, so it had to be pretty private."

"Well, it was actually. You know, I was about your age at the time so I'm sure you can understand when you're going through that confusing time when you're wondering who you are. You know?"

Millie quickly took a swig, forgetting that she wasn't supposed to drink quickly from the bottle and the marble clinked into place in the neck, blocking the opening.

"So did you and my mother have sex?"

It had been fortunate that the marble had blocked the flow of the soda, or else Millie would have had a lot more to spit out in surprise.

"Lizzie! Rule number one! What happens in the Olympic village stays in the Olympic village!" Millie said as she wiped her mouth with her other arm.

"So that's a yes?"

Millie let out a sigh.

"Yeah, I suppose it is."

There was a moment of silence before Millie gathered the courage to talk again.

"You're not too mad, are you?"

"Was... Was it hot?" Was all Lizzie managed to ask.

"Was what hot?" Millie asked in confusion.

"Sex with my mum?"

"Y-yeah, it was pretty hot," Millie admitted as she rubbed the back of her head and felt her cheeks warm with embarrassment. "I don't want to go into too much detail since she's your mum and all, but it did make me wish your mum and I were both more into girls and more into each other."

Lizzie felt herself filled with so much conflict. She'd seen pictures of her mum back in her running days wearing those skin tight outfits designed for aerodynamics, with the unfortunate side effect of allowing a horny imagination to fill in all of the intimate details of what someone would look like without said attire.She'd also seen pictures of Millie in a variety of sportswear and form fitting wet-suits.

It wasnot hard for the frilled lizard to imagine Millie and her mother sharing an intimate nighttogether.

But that was all she could do now; imagine what could have happened during such a lewd liaison. Millie had implied that she wasn't that into girls and so it seemed like that night almost 10 years ago was just a one off. The hope that Lizzie could be the frilled lizard Millie was having sex with in thatimagined realityevaporated.

"Lizzie? Are you okay? You went surprisingly quiet for a minute."

Lizzie snapped back to reality, almost dropping her drink as she realised where she was.

"Oh, yeah, I'm fine," Lizzie said as she wiped a tear from her eye, surprised that one had formed. "Just, shocked, you know? My idol fucked my mum. How many people get to say that?"

Lizzie tried to show a smile, but she could feel it tremblingat the edges as more tears formed in her eyes.

"Aww, come here," Millie said as she crouched down and gave Lizzie a hug, one of her paws resting on the back of the lizard's head to comfort her. "Just be honest with me since you suck at lying."

"I feel cheated that my mum got to sleep with you and I don't," Lizzie sobbed as she hugged back, forgetting about the bottle in her hand and spilling some of hersoda onto the back of Millie's tracksuit top. "Especially when I'm the one that actually wants to."

"Geez Lizzie, it's not a competition, you know?" Millie tried to chuckle. "Your mother and I were a bit tipsy and I got to talking about how I got this feeling that I wasn't quite straight. I mean, I knew I liked guys; I didn't just watch them at my granddad's gym to study how they fought, but I didn't know what I thought about girls. Sometimes I'd catch myself staring perhaps a bit too long in the change rooms, you know?"

Lizzie shook her head.

"I've known all along that I liked girls," Lizzie admitted. "I have some of your posters to thank for helping me figure that out."

Millie felt her cheeks redden again as she broke the hug to rub the back of her head.

"Well, geez, you certainly know how to make this old flyer feel sexy."

"So what'd you find out that night with my mother?"

"It was fun," Millie admitted, "and I enjoyed it a lot, but I wasn't sure if it was something that I would enjoy more often."

"Sounds like you're still unsure."

"I suppose I am a bit," Millie said with a shrug.

"Do... you want to try again?"

"You are your mother's daughter," Millie chuckled, "so determined. Lizzie, the idea is nice, but I don't know if I want a night with someone who is just as unsure about pleasing a woman as I am."

Millie stopped chuckling the moment she saw the fierce look in the frilled lizard's eyes.

"I'm nervous about a lot of things," Lizzie admitted. "This is my first time at the Paralympics; my first time meeting my idol; my first time in a foreign country without my family. But if there's one thing that I'm not unsure about, it's how to please another woman."

"O-okay," was all Millie could reply as Lizzie looked deep into her eyes.

"So can I help you find that answer you seek?"

All Millie could do now was nod, which was all that Lizzie needed.

To the frilled lizard, this was a horny teenager's wet dream come true. As she put her lips to those of her sporting idol she could taste a slight tinge of sea salt still sticking to the fur around them from when she must have gone surfing today. It was a real dream come true for her and as she slowly unzipped the front of Millie's tracksuit,expectingto find a t-shirt underneath, her scaly paw slid over her chest to find the slightly damp neoprene of Millie's wet-suit.

"Shit, you've been wearing this all night?" Lizzie asked as she broke the kiss to look down at the wet-suit Millie was wearing beneath her tracksuit.

"Well I didn't exactly have time to change before you ran into me," Millie admitted. "I can go have a shower..."

"No," Lizzie said firmly as she slid the zipper down the roo's top and opened it up so she could see Millie's body with the wet-suit highlighting every detail. "I'd prefer you wet, like right out of the surf wet, so I can peel that suit off you.A pitywe're a bit far from the ocean for that."

"Oh, a girl with a fantasy I see," Millie chuckled. "So who would I be to say no? You take your leg and jeans off while I go and stand under the shower for a minute so I'm all nice and wet for you."

Lizzie watched Millie stand up and start hopping towards the bathroom, her tail bouncing to keep her balanced as she made her way to the shower. Lizzie took a moment to watch as Millie took off her tracksuit top and pants, leaning over to show off her neoprene clad rump in the process before she got into the shower.

"Hey, I want you in your knickers by the time I'm done," Millie said as she opened the shower and looked over at Lizzie. "I can't have you leaving here in wet clothes when we're finished."

"Oh shit, good point," Lizzie said as she started to get undressed, hastily unbuckling her belt and shedding her jeans before Millie had even turned the shower on.

It took a few minutes for Lizzie to take her artificial leg off, being careful to remove it properly so as to not injure the soft skin of her stump. Last thing she needed this close to a race was to have to pull out because ofa clumsy injury due toher haste. However, her haste would still get her into trouble.

As she heard the shower turn off and Millie give herself a vigorous shake, Lizzie grabbed the bottom of her official Australian paralympian polo shirt and tried to pull it over her head, only to find that she'd forgotten to undo the buttons and now the collar had snagged her frill, leaving her stuck. She struggled with the shirt as best she could to get it off, but she was tangled and no amount of wriggling or wrestling would help her get free. Soon even her arms were trapped and there was no way she was going to be able to even pull her shirt back down.

"Gah! Millie!" Lizzie called out as she tried to win in her battle against her shirt, only to find herself falling off the bed and onto the floor beside it with a thump.

"What crazy shit are you doing in there lizard?" Lizzie heard Millie ask as the roo hoppedover to her, only for her to start laughing.

"This isn't funny!" Lizzie protested as she struggled on the floor.

"Oh, no," Millie chuckled as she crouched down over the lizard girl, "your predicament sucks. I'm just loving your patriotic underwear."

Lizzie felt her cheeks burning like crazy as her embarrassment grew. They'd been given to her by some underwear company to try out. The only reason she was wearing them now was because she hadn't bothered doing her laundry this week and they were the last pair she had.

"Here,let'sget you out of that shirt."

Lizzie felt one of Millie's paws fight with the buttons on her polo shirt and the moment they were undone, she helped Lizzie pull the shirt off. Lizzie was filled with so much shameful fear that her frill stood out full as she lay on the floor, the wet roo crouched above her dripping cold water onto her body.

"Now I see why you wear them," Millie chuckled as she traced a finger over Lizzie's frill. "It's all about colour co-ordination."

"C-co-colour co-ordination?" Lizzie asked with a stammer, pulling her frill back in a bit.

"Of course," Millie replied as her paw slid down so a digit could trace along the edging on Lizzie's sports bra. "Green around the edge and..."

Millie's paw slipped further down so all her fingers ran over the fabric that covered Lizzie's sex.

"... gold in the middle, just like your frill."

Lizzie was speechless and her frill fanned out again to its widest as she felt the flyer's fingers slowly rubbing the mound of her cloaca. In fact it took her a moment to catch her breath as her hips liftedup to press against Millie's paw. Lizzie hastily grabbed Millie's paw and pulled it away from between her legs, worried that if the roo continued rubbing down there, it wouldn't be long before she was brought to an orgasm.

"Not so fast," Lizzie panted as she finally managed to get her frill under control and lower it back to her neck, "you're going to make me cum and I'm not ready for that yet."

"Oh? Then what's first?"

Lizzie grabbed Millie's head so she could kiss her again, her thin lips pressing against the wet, fur-linedones of the roo as both closed their eyes, savouring the lips of the other while Lizzie's other paw felt around for the zipper that held the back of Millie's wet-suit closed. It wasn't hard to find as it was tucked away in a small pouch at the neckline and soon Lizzie was slowly sliding it down Millie's neck and between her shoulder blades, leaving the water tension to hold the suit on. When the zipper got to the bottom of the track, Lizzie slipped her paw into the back of the wet-suit to feel if Millie had been wearing anything underneath her it, only to find that the flyer wasn't even wearing swimmer bottoms under the neoprene.

"Oh shit," Lizzie said in surprise as her paw rubbed Millie's bare rump, "you don't wear anything underneath your wet-suit?"

"I won't speak for what the other women like," Millie whispered in Lizzie's ear, "but I do kind of like the feeling of neoprene rubbing against me as I surf, especially between my thighs."

Lizzie gave a lust filled shudder as she realised that when she had watched Millie win her gold medal, she hadonly been wearing her wet-suit.

"And your photo shoots?"

Millie sat up and gave a half-hearted pose, the damp wet-suit sliding off her shoulders and part-way down her flat chest, but it still clung fiercely to the fur of her hips and the outline of her crotch.

"What do you think?" Millie asked with a knowing smirk.

Lizzie made a mental note to pay closer attention to her posters of Millie when she got home to see if the photo editors had left any details of her sex in the pictures. They'd serve as fine mementos of tonight.

"Do you always go commando?" Was all Lizzie could ask as she helped Millie slide out of the top half of her wet-suit, finally revealing the opening of her pouch.

"Only when I go surfing," Millie admitted as she guided Lizzie's paws to her sides. "You never know when you might come across a hot surfer you want to head up to the toilets with for a quickie."

"Does that mean you've got a young one in here?" Lizzie asked as she traced two fingers over the opening of Millie's pouch.

"Nah," Millie said as she took Lizzie's paws and slid them into her pouch so it was easy for the lizard to find her nipples. "I'd have to give up surfing and swimming if I had a jellybean in there. Mostly just sand and salt water at the moment."

Millie was a bit tense as Lizzie's paws rubbed her sensitive nipples, waiting for the sharp pinch that all inexperienced lovers gave, male or female, but it never came.

"Don't worry," Lizzie said reassuringly, "this isn't my first time playing in a pouch."

Millie was surprised when Lizzie's paws slid a bit further down before her thumbs gently brushed over the second set of her nipples deeper in her pouch.

"Your pouch is so warm," Lizzie giggled as she rubbed Millie's nipples. "Makes me wish I could curl up in there and suckle on your teats."

"Well, if you're hungry," Millie purred as she leaned forward so she was laying atop Lizzie, trapping the reptile's paws in the marsupial's pouch, "I shall be more than willing to give you something to eat once I've wriggled my way out of this wet-suit."

With that, the two began to kiss once again as Millie wriggled her way out of the wet-suit, shifting and pushing all the while Lizzie's fingers rubbed Millie's teats in small circles.

Once free of her neoprene outer skin, Millie pulled Lizzie's paws from her pouch as she sat up, her rump sitting on Lizzie's sports bra as she held onto the frilled lizard's paws. Lizzie however was a bit too distracted with the sight in front of her. Millie's crotch was so close to Lizzie's head that she could now see rather intimate details of the kangaroo's cooch. All she wanted to do was either explore it with her fingers, or start intimately kissing and sliding her tongue into it.

"Like the view?" Millie asked with a chuckle as she saw Lizzie staring.

All that Lizzie could do in response was nod, eyes unmoving.

"And are you hungry my frilly girl?"

Again, struck dumb by the sight of Millie's crotch, all Lizzie could do was nod.

"Good, then it's time for you to eat."

Millie moved herself forward so she was now crouched atop Lizzie's muzzle, her pussy almost kissing the tip of the lizard's nose as she let her tail come to rest on Lizzie's chest. She was about to encourage Lizzie to start licking, but Millie was caught off guard by the lizard's enthusiasm and a broad tongue slowly licking from her tailhole, up her pussy, and over her clitoris.

The subtle taste of sea salt still clung to the kangaroo's fur and as she licked at Millie's exposed pussy, Lizzie felt herself getting lost in the sheer pleasure of tasting the sea salt seasonedsex of her idol, especially as its flavour started to change, slowly picking up the taste of... lychee? Each lick made Millie's taste richer and each one made Lizzie want to get her thick lizard tongue deeper into that kangaroo cunt so she could bring her to an orgasm.

Lizzie's tongue stopped giving long strokes and began to focus more on the opening to Millie's vagina, gently pushing her tongue in to try and get some more of that lychee nectar that Millie seemed to be dribbling.

"Ah! Fuck! Lizzie! Stop!" Millie begged, her legs starting to tremble. "I'm going to lose my balance if you keep going like that."

Lizzie pulled her head back, actually feeling a bit hurt that Millie had asked her to stop.

"Is everything okay?" Lizzie asked desperately, hoping that she hadn't hurt Millie. "Did I do something wrong?"

"Oh by the great serpent, fuck no," Millie panted as she did her best to catch her breath. "You just, damn. No one's almost made me cum that quickly and I didn't want to fall on you when it hit."

"I told you I knew my stuff."

"I have been missing out," Millie said as she shiftedherself onto the bed, making sure her tail was between her legs when she sat down. "I'm glad you convinced me to have another go with a girl."

"Well we're not done yet," Lizzie said as she rolled herself up onto her knees and crouched between Millie's legs. "I still have to finish what I started, and then, well..."

"You're just insatiable."

"You taste like lychee and sea salt, and I'm developing a new affinity for the flavour."

"Geez, thanks for making my pussy sound like a martini," Millie said drily.

"Yeah, well unless you're calling last drinks, I plan to have a fewmore sips of this nectar of the Dreamtime," Lizzie said as she moved in a bit closer, giving her thin lips a lick,"greedily drinking my fill until I can't move."

Using her foot, Lizzie pushed herself up off the floor and along the bed so her nose could once again push into Millie's slit, licking hungrily at the wet pussy lips tasting of lychee and sea salt, gripping the roo's tail so she could keep herself steady and close to the crotch of the wriggling jill.

Millie wasn't having any luck resisting the oral massage of the younger lizard, and as she lay back on the bed, she slid her paws into her pouch to play with her nipples. She knew it wouldn't be long until she gave into the skilled lizard's tongueandthe moment she knew she couldn't hold back any more was the moment Lizzie pushed her tongue back in, searching for that lychee nectar.

Lizzie could feel Millie's body tense up and her strong legs squeezing her face, but she didn't mind in the slightest. Her last girlfriend had been a wallaby weightlifter with thighs that could crush a macadamia nut, so the thighs of a surfing kangaroo were nothing compared to those. Lizzie just kept sticking her tongue in, getting all the lychee flavoured girl syrup she could as Millie moaned, riding an orgasm more powerful than anyone had ever brought her to before. Lizzie didn't stop licking as Millie passed through her orgasmic haze and came to rest again upon her bed. It wasn't until Millie put a paw on her head that Lizzie realisedthat she was now just torturing overly sensitive sexual nerves.

"Sorry," Lizzie said, ashamed that she'd become somewhat focused on her own desires more than Millie's comfort.

"I'll forgive you," Millie panted as she lay there, looking up at the ceiling and letting her mind just draw a blank. "That was... Wow."

"Yeah, I liked making my ex feel good," Lizzie admitted with a smile as she sat herself up on the bed, straddling Millie's tail. "Means I picked up a thing or two about making a flyer moan."

"Nope, I'll admit it; you know how to make a girl moan," Millie admitted. "11 out of 10, would cum again."

"Well, the night is still young," Lizzie said as she started to grind the crotch of her panties against Millie's tail.

"Yeah, but I'm going to need a few minutes to gather my strength," Millie groaned. "I certainly don't have your sexual stamina, young one."

"That's okay, I've never had a roo tail inside of me before," Lizzie said with a smile as she began to wiggle out of her panties. "I hope you don't mind if I play with it while you recover."

"Oh please, go right ahead," Millie said as she grabbed a pillow and put it behind her head. "I have to watch this."

Now wearing only her sports bra over her flat chest, Lizzie sat herself on Millie's tail, resting her own tail atop it as her cloaca spread itself around thethickjilltail.

"Your fur is so rough," Lizzie muttered as she rubbed herself back and forth on Millie's tail by about 10 centimetres, "it feels nice."

"I would have thought you'd prefer soft fur on your bits," Millie said as she watched.

"Nuh-uh," Lizzie said as she shook her head. "Tickles a bit too much so you have to lube it up so it sticks down. But this? Oh, I think I could take it au naturale."

"What? Plan to rub yourself on my tail?"

"Rub? Well I suppose I'll be rubbing in a way," Lizzie said as she slid herself along Millie's tail until her cloaca was teased by the tail tip.

Millie watched in surprise as Lizzie took the tip of her tail and began to gently brush it over her cloacal opening as if she was teasing herself with the bristles of an artist's brush, rubbing her arousal over the furry tail tip before gently prodding itbetween her scaled lips.

"Lizzie, what are..." Millie was about to ask before she watched in awe as the lizard began to ease the end of the roo's tail into her body, lips spreading around the muscular limb until at least 30 centimetres were buried inside the lizard.

"Holy shit, that's hot," was all that Millie could mutter as she watched the bashful lizard fucking herself on the end of her tail, frill opened up half way whileshe let her head lean back and moan in pleasure.

"Oh Millie, you're so big," Lizzie said with a cheeky smile. "You're the biggest that I've ever taken."

Millie just watched in surprise as Lizzie kept sliding her tail deeper into her cloaca with each thrust, wondering just how much of her tail the frilled lizard could take, especially as it looked like her cloaca was almost stretched taught.

"Careful Lizzie, you might hurt yourself," Millie warned, worried that the eager lizard was pushing her body too far.

"Each year I end up laying three eggs at least twice as thick as your tail," Lizzie admitted. "Don't worry about how wide I can stretch. And when it comes to how deep I can go..."

Millie felt the tip of her tail deflect just as Lizzie's passage squeezed the tail's shaft, her body shuddering as she let out a moan.

"Ohh, you're right inside my egg chamber, tickling the back wall," Lizzie panted. "I don't think there are any guys who can claim they can get that deep in a girl, now are there?"

"Holy shit," Millie muttered under her breath as Lizzie leaned back, propping herself up with one arm and began to masturbate herself with Millie's tail, siding it in and out slowly, bumping the backwall with each inward thrust.

All Millie could do was watch in surprise as the eager young lizard pleasured herself with the end of the roo's tail. Soon her own fatigue was forgotten as Millie found herself rubbing her fingers in circles over her pussy at the sight before her.

"Here," Lizzie panted as she moved her long tail around so it was draped over Millie's crotch, "you can try mine if you like."

Millie didn't say anything.She felt like a sexual novice for the first time in quite a while as she rubbed the scaled shaft of Lizzie's tail over her kangaroo sex. She was careful at first, worried that the scales on the tail might catch or snag on herdelicate skin, but as Millie realised the scales were more rounded and less pointy, she began to rub the textured surface against her lips with more enthusiasm.

"Oh, this is amazing," Millie admitted as she felt Lizzie's body squeezing around the end of her tail while her outer lips felt the scaly texture of the lizard's tail rubbing against them, arousingthemonce more. "I have been missing out on so much."

"You should try sliding it in," Lizzie suggested with a smirk. "I can go deeper than any boomer can."

Millie looked at Lizzie's tail before giving Lizzie a smirk in return. "Okay, but only if I get to indulge my fetish after."

"And what's that?" Lizzie asked after pausing for a moment.

"I won't tell you just yet," Millie replied, "but I can promise you that it's nothing extreme. Well, nothing more extreme than a tail fetish."

Lizzie felt a blush cross her cheeks as she looked away for a moment. She was worried by what Millie had in mind, but thrilled by what it might be.

"Okay," Lizzie said without any more hesitation as she looked back at Millie, now more than willing to let the roo gratify her interests after she let her indulge her own. "If you cum on my tail, I'll let you do what you want, as long as it's not kinkier than tails; then I'll have to think about it."

Millie smiled an almost evil smile, and without looking away from Lizzie, gently teased the tip of Lizzie's tail into her vaginal opening,gently tickling her opening at first before easing the tip deeper into her body. Lizzie let out a loud moan as she felt the marsupial's warm flesh enveloping the end of her tail as it made its way into her body.

"I didn't realise lizards had such sensitive tails," Millie chuckled as she watched Lizzie squirming,havingforgotten that she had the end of the kangaroo's tail deep inside her own body at that moment.

"It's-it's not that," Lizzie moaned as she bucked her hips against Millie's tail. "It's just...."

"Ohh. Your ex wasn't the sort to fuck herself with your tail?" Millie asked as it started to make sense.

Lizzie shook her head as words failed her.

"So this isn't something you've done before?"

Again, Lizzie shook her head, doing her best to hold back her moans.

"And now I'm your first?"

Lizzie nodded ferociously, taking a moment to gasp for breath.

"So I'm popping your tail's cherry? I feel honoured."

Millie slowly eased Lizzie's tail into her passage, feeling the stretch as the narrow tail passed deeper and deeper into her body. This wasn't an uncommon sensation for Millie since she'd had her fair share of male kangaroo partners, but now she was curious about an aspect of her anatomy that none had been able to test before.

"Left or right?" Millie asked as she slowly pushed Lizzie's tail deeper, one gentle pushat a time.

"Wha-What?" Lizzie stammered, unable to do anything but watch as her tail slowly disappeared into the kangaroo's vag. "I don't..."

"My vag splits you know," Millie pointed out. "A left passage and a right passage. So which side do you think your tail will go up?"

"Um, your left!" Lizzie blurted out, putting her paws to her muzzle too late to stop herself from shouting.

Millie slowly kept pushing, edging the tip of the tail past the deepest point any male had ever reached, until it started tickling her inner wall near where the passages joined.

"You're so deep," Millie moaned, jokingly sounding like she was a porn star, "but now it's time to see if you guessed correct."

Millie pushed Lizzie's tail tip against her wall once, twice, three times as she waited to see if it would bend, but it seemed almost rigid. She'd be more bothered by the tail's stubborn rigidity if it didn't feel so good to have it poking around in there. Lizzie also seemed to be enjoying the show as Millie could feel the frilled lizard clenching around her tail, now no longer that interested in masturbating with it, just enjoying the sensation of it inside her and the show the roo was putting on. Millie could swear that the young lizard was about to climax just from having her tail used as a dildo.

She gave Lizzie's tail a wriggle and this proved to be what she needed to slip the tail tip deeper into her body, sliding up the left side of her vagina until the stretch of the tube was becoming a bit much.

"Oh fuck, no one's been that deep before," Millie moaned. "Up the left side as well. Ohh, this feels so amazing."

Lizzie sat there in a stunned silence, frill trembling as she watched Millie lie there and masturbate herself with the scaly tail. Her own body ached for climax now, desperate to relieve itself of the tension caused by the sight before her and the feeling of the tail within her building up, but Lizzie couldn't bring herself to move. She just sat there, stunned.

"Ohh, Lizzie," Millie moaned as she kept fucking herself with Lizzie's tail. "This is amazing. You'd think it'd hurt, like I'm doing something I'm not supposed to, but this is paradise. Can you feel it Lizzie? Can you feel me?"

Lizzie could. She could feel all of Millie's insides through her tail. The warmth; the wetness; how tight it was; how it squeezed. Lizzie didn't know if the smell of lychees was coming from Millie's crotch, her muzzle, or was just her imagination, but the scent of it seemingly filling the room was too much for the frilled lizard to stand.

The sudden squeeze around her tail surprised Millie and as she looked up at Lizzie, she saw the frilled neck lizard sitting there with her frill spread out as she clenched her teeth, whimpering and quietly moaning as her body rippled around the kangaroo's tail buried within her cloaca.

"Millie," Lizzie was able to moan quietly as she started to buck her hips, holding the tail still so it would push deeper with each thrust of her hips.

Millie watched the lizard riding her orgasm, trapped in a state of stunned silence while she savoured the sensation of her tail being squeezed and pulled by Lizzie's body each time it tensed up. The sight was amazing and she couldn't help but pick up the pace with Lizzie's tail, fucking herself faster as she wanted to share the orgasm with her lover for the evening. The problem was, she wasn't quite able to reach the same peak Lizzie had passed.

What Millie hadn't expected was for the soaked end of her tail to suddenly be surrounded by the cool air of the room and Lizzie to be crouched atop her as they kissed. It was a shock for just a moment before they engaged in sloppy, tongue filled kisses.

Even with her eyes closed, Millie could hear the noise of Lizzie's paw as it slid her fingers into her slit, continuing the lizard's orgasm while Millie pumped her tail in and out of her body.

Lizzie was full of energy and life, eager to please her. Eager to fuck her, despite her age. So as Millie let go of her own worries, her eyes rolled back in her head and she came.

Millie's back arched as her paws shot up to grab the bed spread above her head. Her body seemed almost to pull Lizzie's tail deeper all of its own accord, and in that moment, Millie sucked on Lizzie's tongue hungrily. Her moans and screams were muffled by the lizard's mouth pressed firmly against hers, but she still let herself release all the pent up energy she'd been building up inside her body. She didn't know how long it was, trapped in that state of orgasmic release, but as Millie's head stopped swimming in that state of pleasure and she calmed down, she noticed that Lizzie's kisses weren't as fierce as they were a couple of minutes ago.

It was with reluctance that Millie put her paws to Lizzie's chest and gently pushed her back, but with good reason to do so.

"Air," Millie gasped as their lips broke apart. "I need some air."

"Is everything okay?" Lizzie asked as she slowly sat up, carefully withdrawing her tail from Millie's pussy.

"I literally just need air," Millie panted. "You're breaking all my personal bests here Lizzie. That was the most intense orgasm of my life."

"Aww shit, you're just saying that," Lizzie said as she brought the tip of her tail to her lips so she could suck Millie's lychee flavoured nectar from it.

"No, no I am not. I could never have a girlfriend myself, but the next girl who asks me back to her room definitely won't get a straight up 'no', I can guarantee you that," Millie admitted, "especially if she can do half of what you can do."

"I feel honoured," Lizzie chuckled.

"You don't feel bad that this is only a one night thing though?"

"Millie, I can't change who you are and I don't want to make you be someone you're not. Something tells me that we'll stay in touch; you're still friends with my mum after-all. Just because it won't happen again doesn't mean it's not special. Shit, you shared a night with my mum and from what I can tell, you think that's pretty special."

"Yeah," Millie said as it dawned on her what Lizzie was getting at. "It was special, even if it only was a one-off."

"And the night isn't over," Lizzie pointed out. "I think I owe you something."

"Oh yeah," Millie said before rolling the two of them over so she was sitting on Lizzie's thighs. "It's my turn on top."

"Like that's not ominous," Lizzie said under her breath as Millie stretched her arms over her head, letting her back and neck pop.

"Don't worry yourself, I'm not going to do something weird like shove my finger up your butt," Millie chuckled. "In fact for this part, all you need to do isjust lie there and enjoy yourself."

"And what exactly is going to happen as I lie here?"

"Well first things first," Millie said as she reached down and slipped her paws under the sides of Lizzie's sports bra, "it's time for you to finish getting undressed."

Lizzie put her arms up and Millie pulled the sports bra up, past Lizzie's frill, over her head, and along her arms.

"I don't mean to pick on you," Millie asked as she looked at the sports bra in her paw, "but why are you wearing a bra? You're a reptile and as flat chested as I am."

"I dunno, the mammals make me self conscious," Lizzie admitted as she crossed her arms over where her sports bra had covered her chest. "I'm always getting misgendered and that does kind of hurt. Marsupials and mammals all have things that make it obvious, but before everyone knew I was my mother's daughter, do you know how often people thought I was a boy? I always did my best to make it subtly obvious that I was wearing a bra, and people stopped getting it wrong."

Millie didn't say anything, she simply grabbed Lizzie's wrists and pulled her arms away from her chest before kissing her pecs, roughly where her nipples would be if she had them. Lizzie didn't say anything, letting out a subtle moan as the kangaroo kissed and licked the soft scales of her chest before continuing down her belly, taking a moment to kiss Lizzie's cloaca as a small repayment for the tongue pleasure she had given her earlier that evening, before continuing further down.

Lizzie's thighs were those of a sprinter. Millie could feel it in the muscles and tendons that twitched just under her scales and skin; toned and trained to run as fast as they could in the shortest time possible. They were beautiful things to behold, but they weren't what Millie was interested in.

Lizzie still had her two knees, but it was below her left knee where the similarities between her legs ended. Millie was cautious about touching the stump where, many years ago, the rest of Lizzie's left leg had been, but as Millie looked up at Lizzie, Lizzie just gave a nod to let her continue.

Millie was still reverent with the stump though, knowing that the pink flesh was specifically kept free of scales and could sometimes be extra tender or sensitive. Lizzie's mother had talked about it all those years ago in London when she was talking about her own tail stump.

However Millie wasn't interested in Lizzie's stump, not that way at least. She moved back to Lizzie's right leg and began to rub her calf; a strong calf that was trained to compensate for its lack of a twin, but this wasn't what interested Millie either.

"I've heard that a runner's feet are very sensitive," Millie said as she grasped Lizzie's foot in her paws and began to rub the pads with her fingers. "It's understandable since that's how they feel the world, through the soles of their feet. I can only imagine that for you, this foot of yours must be very sensitive since this is the only way that you feel the world when you run."

Millie began to slide one of Lizzie's long toes through her fingers, stopping when she got to the end to suck on the manicured claw for a moment before she continued.

"That carbon-fibre blade you use has to dull what your stump feels quite a lot so you don't stress the delicate skin you basically walk on. You have to feel every step you take through these five, long, delicate toes."

Lizzie let out a surprised gasp as she felt Millie run her tongue along the underside of her longest toe, her ring toe as mammals called it.

"Such a beautifully long thing, this toe of yours," Millie purred as she gently teased the tip of it with her thumb and forefinger. "I envy you for having such a lovely foot. Such a delicate and dexterous thing, and from the look on your face...," Millie sucked on the end of Lizzie's long ring toe for a moment before taking it out of her mouth, "it's extremely sensitive."

Millie watched in pleasure as she sucked on the tip of each of Lizzie's toes, one after the other, as Lizzie squirmed and twisted.

"Fuck...," was all that Lizzie could croak as Millie continued to suck on her toes.

"Do you feel like your brain is melting?" Millie chuckled as she went back to rubbing the pads of Lizzie's foot.

"I didn't know my foot was so full of nerves," Lizzie panted as sheliftedher head to look down at Millie. "Damn thing just normally aches."

"You should consider yourself lucky," Millie replied. "My feet are so calloused and hardened that no matter what I do, I can barely feel it when someone plays with them. I'd be gushing like a tap if I could feel someone do this to me, but I don't mind watching you twist and squirm."

Millie ran her tongue over the sole of Lizzie's foot and immediately had to strengthen her grip lest the lizard pulled her foot free.

"Ahh, it's almost like you're tickling me," Lizzie said through grit teeth, wriggling and spreading her toes to try and control the feeling in the sole of her foot.

"Let it flow through you," Millie said as she enjoyed licking and rubbing her cheek against Lizzie's foot. "Try and feel it crawling up your leg towards somewhere more, sensitive."

"I feel like I need to pee," Lizzie admitted sheepishly.

Millie just started to laugh at that and slowly lowered Lizzie's foot back to the bed.

"Okay, that's probably the beer more than anything," Millie laughed as she did her best to not break into an absolute fit of laughter.

"Yeah, it probably is," Lizzie admitted as she sat up. "The foot thing was nice, but it really wasn't something that I think would get me over the line."

"Like everything, not for everyone," Millie admitted. "Now do you want some help getting to the toilet or do you have that covered?"

"What? You think this is my first time hopping to the bathroom, naked, part way though sex?" Lizzie asked as she wriggled over to the edge of the bed and stood up on her leg. "I'm just glad I can keep my balance without my prosthetic."

Millie watched the frilled neck lizard hop her way through the bathroom, past the shower, and sit down on the toilet.

"Not a bad hop there," Millie said as she turned to look away and give the lizard some privacy. "You're no kangaroo, but you're getting there."

"Hey Millie, I want to show you something."

Millie turned back around to see Lizzie leaning forward on the toilet and giving her the middle finger.

"Nice," Millie said sarcastically. "Real classy."

"I think I lost all my class when I asked if sex with my mother was hot," Lizzie pointed out as she sat back.

"Deciding you still wanted to have sex with me after you found out I fucked your mother certainly doesn't help your class," Millie pointed out.

"And if I bragged to my mum that I was the better lay?"

"Look, I was jokingly going to ask if you'd be okay with a threesome with me and your mother, but at this rate you'd probably make it a competition. Can you imagine how much Hustler would pay for my story if I told them that I banged your mother, then you nine years later, and then both of you? And my story would be worth more if you win gold tomorrow."

"Um, what's Hustler?"

"I'm not that fucking old," Millie muttered under her breath as Lizzie finished up and hopped her way over to the sink to wash her paws.

"Yeah, whatever you say grandma," Lizzie laughed.

"Well okay you young whipper-snapper, but you have a race tomorrow so you probably should go back to your room and get some sleep. Granny needs her sleep as well."

Lizzie threw the paw towel at Millie as she hopped her way back into the bedroom.

"Oh no you don't. You're not making me horny and then kicking me out," Lizzie said as she flopped back onto the bed. "We're going to finish what you started."

Millie lay across from the opposite side of the bed so that the two of them were facing each other.

"And how do you intend to do that?" Millie asked.

Lizzie didn't say anything, she simply kissed the flyer in front of her on the lips; slowly, carefully, and delicately. Millie could tell what was happening and put a paw on Lizzie's cheek as she returned the gesture, opening her mouth so their tongues could touch and entangle.

The two of them slowly kept kissing as Millie tried to lie on her back as Lizzie crouched above her. The two moved up the bed until their heads rested upon the remaining pillows and their bodies now aligned one atop the other. One of Lizzie's paws slipped into Millie's pouch and began to play with the four nipples within, giving each of them a tender pinch as she did her best to cuddleup with Millie's body.

Now the roo and lizard weren't that focused on their techniques as they were far more interested in the pleasure their lips were sharing with each other. Soon Millie took charge, rolling Lizzie onto her back and lifting her amputated leg up so she could rub her crotch against the runner's, having trouble as she had to move limbs around to make sure they weren't in the way.

"You know people don't actually do this," Lizzie chuckled as she realised what Millie was planning. "It's just sort of a myth and something they do in porn."

"You know, someone once said that about women who take it in the butt," Millie said as she started to rub her damp crotch up against Lizzie's cloaca, "but I can tell you that when you need it and your man doesn't have a rubber on him, it's certainly a viable alternative. Prudes don't tell me how I fuck just as I don't tell them how to spoil their tea."

Lizzie had become a bit too distracted by the very warm sensation of Millie's crotch pressing up against her own, smearing her ample lubricant over Lizzie's scales as she rubbed up and down, just parting her cloacal lips enough to ensure the sensitive skin within was being stimulated and smeared with lychee flavoured woman juices.

Millie just enjoyed the sight as the lizard started to lose her mind, moaning and wriggling as if trying to get away from her.

"Heh, looks like the perverts have seduced another prude to the dark side," Millie chuckled as Lizzie's mouth opened up as if she was trying to squeal out in joy, her frill popping out to its full size as she grabbed the pillow behind her head. "Now surrender my young apprentice, let the orgasm flow through you."

Despite Millie's corny Sith Lord routine, Lizzie's body tensed up as she reached her orgasm. She pushed her cloaca against Millie's pussy as she put the pillow in her mouth to muffle her loud moans of pleasure.

As Lizzie bucked and grind against her, Millie could feel herself getting closer to her own orgasm, but the poor lizard was finished before Millie reached hers. As Lizzie lay there, pillow still in her mouth, she was surprised when Millie's tail swung over her face, followed by the kangaroo's dripping pussy.

"I know you're tired, but do you think you can spit thepillow out and finish me off? You got me most of the way there and now youjust need to get me the rest of the way."

Lizzie took the pillow out of her mouth and took some deep breaths.

"Two conditions," Lizzie said breathlessly. "No more Star Wars; share the joy."

Millie thought for a moment.

"Deal," Millie agreed. "But you're missing out on my awesome Yoda impression."

Lizzie just shook her head with a smile as she put her paws on the kangaroo's hips and gently pulled Millie closer, eager to taste the lychee flavour of her nectar once again. It wasn't long after that when Lizzie felt Millie's tongue slipping past her cloacal lips to tease the sensitive skin within.

Millie enjoyed Lizzie's taste. It was a young, youthful flavour that had a hint of lychee, but since Lizzie had said her pussy had tasted like lychees, then that might have been her flavour. This actually made her curious and so she began to lick the soft scales that surrounded Lizzie's vent, the ones smeared with her lubricant and it became clear.

"Holy shit, my pussy does taste like a lychee martini."

Lizzie just smiled as Millie realised that what she had told her was true and that she'd been enjoying that flavour all night. She enjoyed the taste of the sporting idol once again as her tongue hungrily licked at that luscious pussy as it dripped onto her face, filling her nose with the scent of desire and making her body ache for one more climax this evening.

"Millie, please," Lizzie begged as she liftedthe roo's hips from her muzzle for a moment, "I need to cum again."

"Alright, but don't neglect me in the process," Millie warned.

Lizzie wondered what she was planning, but then she felt Millie's furry fingers pressing against the opening of her cloaca, spreading her apart as she pushed her fingers deeper.

"Ahh! Mill-!" Lizzie was about to cry out when Millie dropped her hips down onto the lizard's muzzle.

"You'd better lick if you want me to keep going," Millie warned.

Lizzie immediately complied and put her broad, thick tongue to work, licking and pushing Millie's pussy with vigour and frenzyas she grabbed Millie's broad hips with her paws, claws digging into her fur.

"That's it," Millie moaned as she took a deep breath, "you keep licking and I keep fisting."

Lizzie was too engaged in her work to hear what Millie said, now more eager to be rewarded with the kangaroo's orgasm than being brought to one herself, however it was almost impossible to ignore Millie's paw as it slowly slid in and out of her body. It was spreading her in different ways to the roo's tail.

Millie wasn't too far off herself, not with an eager tongue working its way over her pussy lips and poking at the opening to her sexual passage. She had gotten so close before, but this was what she needed at that last moment.

A deep moan filled Millie's throat as she reached her orgasm, covering the young frilled lizard's muzzle with her lychee nectar. Every last part of her tensing up as Lizzie continued to lick, sometimes stopping to swallow what filled her mouth

For Lizzie, she was so lost in the experience that to her there was no sudden moment when her own orgasm hit. With Millie's paw inside of her cloaca, tickling at the entrance to her egg chamber, and the torrent of tasty fem juices that were filling her mouth and coating her tongue, she simply rolled up from her high state of arousal and in to her climax, as if she were a cyclist cresting a hill. She gasped and panted while she kept licking, her legs squeezing around Millie's arm as her passage contracted rhythmically around the intrusion. It had been nowhere near as intense as the others she'd had tonight, but considering it hadn't been long since her last one, it was still an enjoyable sensation. It almost felt like it was too soon when Millie started to slowly ease her paw from her body.

"Yep, no, fuck," Millie stammered as she turned around on the bed and lay down next to Lizzie. "I am, fuck, done, just done. No one has fucked me that good before."

"Shuuuush," Lizzie groaned. "Let me glow."

Millie moved closer to Lizzie and then began to lick Lizzie's muzzle.

"Ooh, I'm delicious," Millie said as she began to lick her juices off Lizzie's face. "I'm going to have to source that soda when I get back to Australia if it does this to me."

Lizzie began to giggle as the hungry kangaroo licked her muzzle, eager to get all the sexual nectar off her scales.

"Stop it," Lizzie giggled. "That was going to be my breakfast."

"Like hell it was," Millie scolded. "You're showering before you leave. Can you imagine the gossip if you're hopping around smelling of sex and lychees?"

"I didn't think you're the sort to care about the gossip."

"I might not, but you're a future golden athlete. Can't have the press finding out that you're off having sex with loose women the night BEFORE your big race, now can we?"

"What happened to 'what happens in the Olympic village'?"

"You think the press care?"

"Yeah, okay. Shower."

"What? You worried that you won't have enough mementos from tonight? Something tells me you'll never look at lychees or your foot the same way again. I can tell you I'm already looking at my tail differently."

"I know, but..."

"So now you're going to have to win that gold."

"What, why?"

"So in the future, when schoolkids ask you 'what was your favouriteParalympics', you can look them in the eye, say 'Tokyo 2021' and not have to tell them that it was because you got to bang your personal idol."

Lizzie laughed at that, actually liking it as a motivation while Millie traced a finger over her flat chest.

It was now her big day and Lizzie sat in the athlete staging area. She was a bit tired and her coach had certainly chewed her out for not getting enough sleep before her big day, but as Lizzie sipped the Ramune lychee soda Millie had given her on the way out the door last night, she was relaxed. She wasn't even bouncing on her blade, a nervous habit she usually did before races.

She tried hard not to think about all the lewd things they'd gotten up to last night, but the thought that they had did bring a smile to the frilled lizard's face. That they had; it would do for now.

"Runner group 17!" One of the officials called out.

This wasn't Lizzie's group, but the blind runner next to Lizzie and her guide stood up and went out to the track. Lizzie still had a few groups to wait, so she took a deep breath and another sip of her soda.

Mmmm. Kangaroo pussy. It just needed a hint of seasalt.

"Is this seat taken?"

Lizzie looked over and saw another Australian athlete standing before her, well, sort of. The nervous pademelon was a double amputee and was sort of bouncing on her two carbon-fibre blades.

"Go right ahead," Lizzie said as she gestured to the chair. "You running?"

"Um, no, jumping," the pademelon replied as she lifted herself up onto the chair and began fidgeting with her fingers. "Long and triple. You're Lizzie, aren't you? Your mother is..."

"Yep."

"I'm sorry, people probably recognise you all the time."

"It's okay. Everyone's made a big deal out of me. I actually kind of like it now."

"Oh? I don't think I could stand being the centre of attention all the time."

Lizzie chuckled.

"At least they all know I'm a girl," Lizzie said with a smile.

"S-s-s-so are you nervous?"

"About what?"

"Well the world will be watching you. I mean, I'm nervous and I don't know if any of the major TV channels will even cover my event."

At that moment, Lizzie heard her phone ping that she'd gotten a message.

"I dunno," Lizzie admitted as she reached down and grabbed her phone from her bag.

She saw that the message was from Millie, so without even thinking she just unlocked her phone and viewed it, only to find that it had a picture attached.

Millie was standing in her hotel bathroom, dressed in the exact same style and colour of underwear Lizzie had been wearing last night (and was still wearing since, you know, no clean laundry). She'd taken the photo from above looking down and was winking at the camera with her tongue poking out while her other paw gave the victory sign with her fingers.

The message simply read;

"Took me all morning to find a pair, but I'll be wearing them as I watch you from the stands. Hashtag lucky underwear. Run fast Lizzie."

Lizzie looked at the picture for a moment, a flood of fun memories, not just of the sex, coming back to her. She'd forgotten that the pademelon was next to her until she spoke up.

"Oh my stars! Matilda is your girlfriend?! I'm so jealous."

"Shit, what?!" Lizzie said in surprise. "No, she's..."

Lizzie thought on that for a moment.

"She's my mentor," Lizzie said with a smile as she turned her phone off and put it back in her bag, "and about your question, I want to tell you something that she told me last night. With boxing, you step into a ring with an opponent and your victory comes with beating them. When you surf, you surf alone. It's just you out there."

"I don't think I get it."

"Well it's just you jumping, isn't it? I have to share my space with others, but you get to run down that approach alone; it's just you, your blades and the point where you jump. What else do you have to worry about?"

"Well my competitors for one."

"They'll do their thing, you do yours. That's all you need to worry about. Do your thing and do it the best you can."

"But what if they do better than me?"

"Then they do better than you," Lizzie said in a matter-of-fact way before taking a sip of her soda, "but that doesn't matter if you've done your best, especially since your best got you here."

"So I should just do my best?"

"Can you do any more?"

"Well," the pademelon said as she nervously brushed her ear before lifting up the bottom of her sports top a bit, "does it help that I'm wearing the lucky underwear?"

Lizziepaused for amoment as she looked at the pademelon, who was now flashing her the bottom of the same green and gold sports bra Millie and her were wearing.

"It couldn't hurt," Lizzie croaked as she looked away, worried that the pademelon was hitting on her, right before a race.

"Runner group 20!" The official called out and Lizzie jumped up.

"Well that's me," Lizzie said as she grabbed her bag. "I'll catch you at the Aussie dining hall tonight at 7, okay? We'll compare how our days went."

"Um, sure!" The pademelon said enthusiastically, fixing up her top to hide her sports bra. "Should I bring anything?"

"Your ID if you're old enough to go drinking," Lizzie said as she handed her the half finished drink, "assuming that you don't have to compete tomorrow."

"I'll be there with bells on!" The pademelon called out after Lizzie as she walked towards the entryway to the stadium field.

The pademelon sat there for a moment, unsure WHY she'd shown off part of her sports bra to Lizzie, a star athlete of the Australian Paralympics team. Just, when she saw that pic of Matilda, of all people, showing off herunderwear, it just made her want to show off her own, perhaps to catch the frilled lizard's attention and make her look at her the same way she looked at the picture of Matilda. But perhaps she wasaimingtoo high bytrying to catch the gaze of her idol.

But Lizzie HAD invited her dinner, so perhaps she hadn't completely burned all her bridges.

Without thinking, she went to take a swig ofthe drink Lizzie had given her, only to hear a clink and find that a marble was blocking the neck of the bottle. She tried to poke it out of the way with her tongue, but that didn't do her any good.

"How the hell do you drink from this?"

Lizzie walked out into the stadium and put her paw over her eyes to protect herself from the bright glare of the sun. The roar of the crowd filled her ears and as she looked around at the stadium, she felt at ease. She wanted to look up into the crowd and find Millie, but that would have taken too long, so she just waved up at the mass of green and gold that she knew were the Australian supporters as she made her way to the starting blocks.

Of all the things that had happened to her since she got to Japan, this seemed to be the least stressful after what happened last night. Now, as Millie had said, she just had to win that gold medal so she didn't have to tell school kids her favourite memory of Tokyo was fucking her idol, even if it was.

Post story FAQ:

Q: Why so vulgar?

A: They're Australians and it's natural to them and their language. One of their swimmers swore on live TV. It's just second nature to them.

Q: But the C Word!

A: They're Australians! They once had an entire advertising campaign where everyone but the narrator of the ad just said "bugger", during prime time, advertising a utility vehicle and the majority of the populace told the prudes to "shut up" (with the rest adding "the fuck" to that statement).

Q: I thought kangaroos had three vaginas.

A: Ehh, kinda? It's two up, one down and the down one is more of a birth canal that only turns up when the jill/flyer is giving birth.

Q: Don't lizards regrow their legs and tails?

A: Frilled neck lizards don't. The more you know huh? This actually made my job easier and I've been wondering what 2000 Lizzie's disability was (her first appearance), so my head canon is; she uses a prosthetic tail.

Q: Surfing Kangaroo doesn't have a canon name.

A: No, this is true, but just like Lizzie (2000) and the Golden Boxing Kangaroo, there's history. There's a famous sporting mascot from the 1982 Brisbane Commonwealth games who was a brown female kangaroo called Matilda. (Hashtag Matilda for Brisbane 2032 Olympic mascot. The fibreglass statue is still actually around, I am not kidding.) Now I'm not saying there is a connection, but to me that's the connection in my mind.

Q: Murderball/Wheelchair rugby isn't a thing!

A: Oh my naive, naive summer child. Google it and be afraid. It's the roughest sport at the Olympics/Paralympics.

Q: What's with the lychee?"

A: I don't know...

Q: Will there be a sequel?

A: In writing this fanfic story I am skirting the very edge of my comfort zone. Fanfics are an absolute mess of people stepping on the creative and legal toes of others and I already had a coincidence fright, so to do a sequel I'd have to do a whole thing and, so no.

I'll put this in though because it's funny. It'd be the last lines of the whole story.

"So did you win Aunt Lizzie?"

"What do you think you bloody drongo?"

"Lizzie, no swearing at my niblings."

"They're holding my gold medal and asking if I won!"

"Your aunt is right, you're a bloody drongo."

Q: Girl? Woman? Man? Avanti, you love your species-accurate nouns.

A: Came with using the Australian language. It sounded so wrong otherwise (like incel levels of wrong).

Q: You seem to know an awful lot about Australia.

A: You could say that I still call Australia home. (They'll get it.)