Guard and Gnoll
"Your shift is up. I'm here to relieve you," an approaching figure says. He is holding an unlit torch and is wearing full plate armor, the light of the evening sun reflecting redly off of it. The guard that was on duty, a lizardfolk male, looks up and finally takes his back from the wall.
"At last you've come. I thought you were going to leave me here all night." The lizardfolk lets the chuckling human take his place at the gate. Scaly nostrils sniff the cool, clean air of the approaching night. "It's going to rain tomorrow, and you've come out here in what will be a rusty can."
"Well, I guess I'll just have to make myself some lizardhide scale mail if you aren't back by then, eh?" the human replies. The two trade a recollection of the day's events, of how the human had been assigned to vermin control before getting much needed rest for the night shift, of how the reptilian had nothing to do but check off on incoming trade wagons. As the human guard sets the fresh torch in place, the other stretches his legs - which on his plantigrade posture, makes him appear much taller. Then he sighs softly and looks outside. "I'm going to take a little hike before it gets too dark."
The lizard leaves the immediate protection of town, and ventures out into the surrounding forest. He blends in well with his surroundings, a mix of natural green and muddy brown on his scales, wearing leather armor. His weight comes down smoothly on his taloned feet, making hardly a sound. For these qualities, he is often chosen for scouting and patrol duties. But tonight, he is not searching for anything, nor is he wandering randomly. He lifts his snout again, and catches a faint whiff of something on the wind. He is close.
A few more minutes of walking, and he steps into a small patch of sunlight, glaring against his sight. He grunts and steps forward back into shadow, and nearly runs into a humanoid shape right in front of him. It is a gnoll, clothed in animal hide that covers chest and groin. Obviously from a local gnoll group, the likes of which have caused problems for his town's merchants for hears. He looks into the yellow eyes of the gnoll, moving quickly...
...and kisses her. Their respective muzzles tilt and close over each other, his forked tongue flicking briefly againt the other's broad one. The kiss parts, only to move into a gentle embrace. The lizarfolk looks down into her eyes, and whispers in a soft hiss. "Are you ready to give life among the humans a try?"
The spotted, hyena-like female looks back up at the guard and nods, an unmistakable smile spreading. "I'm so glad you're doing this for me," she says, "I can't stand another minute... back there."
"You are sure you want to do this? Some of them will hate you. Some because gnoll have been hurting trade for years. Some may even know that you played a part in some of those raids."
"I'm sure. I'm strong, and I've proven that. I can handle a little scorn, especially if I have at least one person in there that cares enough to invite me in."
They embrace for a while longer, the female's head against his chest, the male's tongue flicking against her ears. It only lasts a moment, as the lizard starts to shiver with the cool night breeze, most of his partner's warmth unable to get through his armor. "It's getting cold out here... now's as good a time as any," the gnoll says. The lizard nods, and the two head back to town together.
Back at the palisade walls, the human guard looks up from his post. "Hey, you're back! And is that... " He looks noticeably more concerned at the gnoll approaching with him, even putting his hand on the hilt of his sword... then relaxes. "Is that who you've been seeing on your 'hikes?"
"Yeah... I guess it's about time you met my friend here. She wants to leave the gnoll tribe and make an honest living here." The lizardman notices the dimming sky, and the now lit torch.
"Huh. 'Consorting with the enemy', are you?" The human laughs, then addresses the gnoll more seriously. "As long as you behave yourself, I suppose you're welcome to stay as long as you like. I hear Mongo's moving off to try his hand at baking pies - we'll need a new smith, if you want to try to pick up that trade."
"I'm not 'consorting' in the way you think, old friend," the lizardman says.
"At least not yet," the gnoll adds softly enough for only the lizard to hear.
"Well, I won't keep you to freeze out here, you old coldblood."
"Try not to bleed out from a splinter, softskin."
And with that, the lizardman and gnoll head into the flickering lights of town. He points out the various sights to her, even the sparks from the soon-to-move-on smith working on farm tools. "I think I might like that," she says. "It'll certainly keep my arms in good shape." Finally, as the sky starts to truly turn black. The pair make their way to the town's inn. Some patrons downstairs are the relieved guards of the other entrances, or the regular watch. Or even normal citizens relaxing after the day's end. Even a couple of what look like adventurers. One of the guards, another one of the beastfolk, a feline, whistles as he spies the gnoll.
The gnoll merely slyly smirks at the lizardman, then looks back at the feline. She says nothing at first, merely pulls up a stool to a table and sits in it, She makes a 'come hither' gesture to the feline, and thinking he may have gotten lucky somehow, he does indeed come over. The gnoll grabs his hand, and slams both their elbows down on the table. "Arm wrestling. Now. You win, I let you name the prize. I win, you act like a proper gentleman and buy everyone a free round." She lifts her voice. "Everyone think that's fair?" To a grand cheer from the crowd.
The feline sits, at first surprised by the confrontation, but then confidently reaffirms the grip, putting his arm into position with a sideways grin. "You're on." The lizardman just stands back and watches. "Ready... and... go!"
Both arms suddenly flex, muscle bulging under the deceptively lithe arms of either. The strength involved is obvious, as the table starts to shake. For a while, the scale tips neither way by much, sometimes in the feline's favor, sometimes in the gnoll's. The gnoll grunts through her teeth. "Hrrgh... You're better than I thought." The feline hisses, starting to gain the upper hand. "You're pretty good too, for a girl."
The feline's hand suddenly slams into the table. The cat snarls in pain, while the gnoll snarls in victory. "OW! Didja have to break my hand?!" "YEAAAAHHH! Free drinks for everyone!" The gnoll releases the guy's hand, which despite the hard thud he only needs to rub gingerly. The lizardman makes sure everyone gets their drinks on the feline guard's tab, increasing the newcomer's popularity. Before even claiming either of their own, the gnoll grabs the lizardman's arm and almost forcibly takes him upstairs.
On the way to their room, the lizardman wonders why he has something poking him in the thigh, while the gnoll wonders why she doesn't. Together they push the door open, and kick it closed behind them. The room isn't much, mostly just a rug and a thankfully freshly changed bed. Before the door is even shut, the gnoll kisses the lizardman passionately, to no resistance at all. His clawed hands clutch at the warm fur on her back, while her hands go straight for the straps keeping his chestpiece on. As it slips off, baring his upper body, he hesitates. "Wait, whoa... are you sure? We've only had heavy petting in the woods before."
"Yeah, I'm sure. I'm really pumped right now and... I want it. I haven't even seen anyone but other gnolls until I met you. I never thought anyone who wasn't one of us could be so amazing."
The lizardman relaxes, his claws finding the back of her upper garment, teasing near the tied cord that keeps it on. "I've never been with a mammal," he says. "I've heard of and seen the bulges of, well, mammaries. I've never seen the big deal, but that doesn't mean I'm not... curious." He slowly starts to pull the cord.
"And I've obviously never been with anything but my own kind." The gnoll grins as the garment falls away, baring her torso. "Like what you see?" she asks. She has fairly large breasts, covered in a soft, orange-brown fur. Truthfully she has more than one pair, but the others are residual on her anthro form, mostly just nubs of flesh under the fur continuing down her body giving any indication that they are there. The lizardman brings his hands to the front, and gently lays a scaled palm on the round flesh. He squeezes gently, and can't help but chuckle. "Heheh... they're squishy. And warm..." He brings his head forward, and lays his chin between them. His bare chest presses into the warm fur. "Mmm..."
The gnoll presses the lizardman back towards the bed, having him sit on the edge. She helps him out of his armor, but for the last piece on his lower body. At the same time, he pulls the last restraining cord on her loincloth, and she pulls away the last bit of leather padding. They immediately see each other's anatomy, and give small yelps of surprise.
"You're a guy?" the lizardman says.
"You're a... girl?" the gnoll says.
They look at each other's faces with incredulity, then laugh. "Oh wow, no. It's just not out in the open right now," the lizardman says. "And I'm different down there than pretty much everything else, too," the gnoll says. They blush, and at unspoken agreement, creep up onto the bed proper together, laying on their sides and facing each other. The lizardman has no obvious anatomy down there - just one opening in his scales. The gnoll is much more up front. "Do you mind if I...?" the lizardman asks, his hand running down her belly.
"Not at all," she says, "as long as I get to explore you next." The scaly paw comes to what is so special about her side, and he moves himself down for a closer look. His fingertips are around a furry sheath, from which grows a long, wet, pink shaft. Beneath the sheath is what looks like balls, but only in appearance. That pink shaft looks much like an actual penis; the tip is more rounded though, with a much looser opening at its tip. The lizardman wraps his paws around the rod - his scales there and down his front are not rough, and are nearly as smooth as skin. The gnoll's pseudopenis is stiff enough to be quite erect, but is still pretty soft to his touch.
"Do I, like, stroke it?" he asks.
The gnoll smiles, rubbing her own hand along his side. "You can," she says, "but all kinds of contact feel good. You'll know when I like what you do."
The lizardman blushes along the green of his face, and slowly starts to slide his paw smoothly along the shaft. The gnoll tenses, a soft sigh escaping her maw. "Oooh..." The lizardman keeps this up for a while, but changes before it grows too dull. He lowers his scaly lips to the rod as he strokes it, and takes the tip inside the warmth of his mouth. He keeps working his paw over the base, but starts to suckle and curl his tongue around the soft pink rod. The gnoll reacts strongly to this, gasping and taking his head into her grip with both paws.
Unable to move back and not really wanting to, he moves his head along her length. His tongue presses and squeezes around it, and the taste is not bad to him. It is a distinctly female sensation on his tongue, in sharp contrast to the idea that he is actually sucking on what for most purposes is just like a cock. At a stray thought, he moves his tongue to the opening at the tip... and starts to push his tongue against it. The opening stretches easily over the width of his tongue. In what he realizes can't be classified as just sounding or regular deep oral, he pushes his tongue deep into the feminine inner flesh.
The gnoll squeezes his head, and moans deeply. "That's... oooh..." Her toes curl as the strong, long rope of muscle works deeply into her tube. The stimulation from his wet mouth on the outside, and the forked tongue probing as deeply as properly inside her body, is too much for her. She pulls his head from the impressive oral, and then grabs both his forearms and pins him down on his back. She sits astride him, grinding her unusually evolved clit against the opening in his scales. "I can't believe you're not hard yet, but I'm going to take advantage of it. I... won't hurt you like this, right?"
"It takes direct contact, " he says, "and no, it's fine. Excellent way to get me ready, though." He flicks his tongue playfully, and when the gnoll lets up her grip, he spreads his opening, helping guide the female in. The spread brown scales reveal purple inner flesh. There are two openings within this one, but it is the larger of the two he guides her towards. Her wet shaft meets the thick, slimy moisture covering his inner flesh, and with a smooth thrust, she slides the enlarged clit into his cloaca.
He feels the soft but stiff rod slide into his internal sheath, It presses between his own two shafts held inside, making him shudder with pleasure at the touch. The gnoll starts to thrust into the lizard, her arousal already high. The slick pressures inside his slit has a soon obvious effect, his hemipenes stiffening and both starting to peek from his opening, to either side of the female's length. They cannot fully evert with her inside, and the combined girth makes his slit stretch around it all. "Nnnhh..." he grunts, as the female suddenly becomes vicious in her thrusts.
She hammers into him as hard as she can, which makes the bed creak; it hits against the wall with loud bangs, but neither of the lovers care, taken by the passion. The gnoll growls loudly. "That's it... I'm close..." She keeps this up for a moment longer, then roughly locks her jaws onto his shoulder in a mating bite. She orgasms powerfully, her length throbbing inside his slit. Her inner muscles clench over nothing but her own juices, forcing all the lubricating fluid from her tip.
He feels her tense and shudder, the intensity overriding even the pain he feels from the bite. Warm fluid gushes into his slit, surprising him with the force and quantity, nearly as much as a male would deliver. He grips into her fur tightly, until she settles into hot panting. She lets up her bite, and affectionately licks where she bit, even the few beads of salty blood. "Whew... I needed that. Sorry I was so rough." She kisses his neck wetly, which just makes him moan, being quite a sensitive spot for him. He in turn rolls over with the gnoll in his grip, ending up on top of her. One hemipene softens and retracts back into his sheath, but the other only grows and thickens over her. "My turn, " he hisses eagerly.
The gnoll's pseudopenis has softened after her orgasm, somewhat retracting back into it's sheath, but it is still prominent. The gnoll's thin, clear fluids drip down the lizardman's erect member. It is the same purplish color as the rest of his inner flesh, with a broad head and a veined shaft. Other lizardmen sometimes have spines, but his shaft is smooth with a distinct rise and fall in the texture. He prods at what on the female gnoll looks like balls, expecting a slit there. While the fatty bulges are what used to be the lips of an opening, she growls at him. "That's not how you do it. You have to go in what I was just nailing you with."
"What?" he says with incredulity.
"Like you did with your tongue. Which I really liked, by the way..."
"Um, okay. Let's see..." The lizardman takes her softened tube in his hand, gently caressing it with his fingertips, bringing one to the tip, It is still slick and moist, and to his surprise, the opening engulfs his fingertip, with a soft "oooh" from the gnoll. He experimentally probes, careful with the claw tip. The gnoll underneath him squirms with obvious pleasure, but growls.
"Stop teasing..." she says. The lizardman agreeingly pulls his finger free, and positions his tip against hers. He holds the opening as firmly as he can, and pushes forward. It isn't easy, with his slightly flared head, but soon her flesh stretches over, and he is inside her. He slowly pushes inside, watching her flesh expand visibly as it stretches around his girth, so much that even his flared tip is obvious.He finally lets his paw off, now that he is definitely within her flesh's warm grip.
"Like this? Oooh... you're warm," he says, starting to move in and out of her, still marveling at how he can so visibly watch.
"Go deeper and it'll feel even better for you..." she says, hugging her legs around his hips, over his tail. The lizardman grips her rump, and starts to push deeper with his thrusts, until he watches the sliding bulge down her length reach to her base... and further. As his tip enters her actual body, he feels an intense warmth around the head, a warmth that does not cool to his touch, but keeps him warm as well.
"Oh gods," he pants, starting to thrust hard and deep. He snuggles into her warm fur, burying his member deep unto that unwavering warmth. Her tube covers the part of his member not wholly inside her, stopping and squishing against his sheath at first, but eventually sliding inside even there, all the way to his interior base on his deepest thrusts. Her inner muscles are more powerful inside, not as strong as a lizardfolk female, but plenty enough to pleasure him greatly combined with the warmth. After only a few minutes, he leans down and bites her shoulder as well, but gently with his needle-like teeth. The gnoll laps at his neck in return. It only takes a little of this, before the lizardman grunts heavily, hitting his release.
His member throbs heavily inside the gnoll, visible within the exposed part of the gnoll's twitching shaft. The lizardman's cool, gooey cum jets deep inside the gnoll, coating every inch of her insides in the thick fluid. The male too quickly pulls completely free of the gnoll, leaving her rod looking like it was never touched, but a wet feeling within making it quite easy for the gnoll to tell how much he came.
"I was so close... did you have to finish so fast?" she growls in a frustrated way. The lizardman only grins, fingering his own internal sheath, until a second member grows forth to replace the first.
"That's why I've got two," he pants lustfully. The gnoll quickly pins the lizardman back down, forcing him on bottom this time. His stiff second length rises almost vertically between the gnoll's legs. She takes this length in her paw, teasing her soft pads along it, and guides the tip into her once more. She presses her hips down, covering his length with her fleshy rod, and then presses her hips down flush with his, every inch properly within her body.
"There..." she pants hotly. He grips his claws into her rump, half guiding her. She presses her paws onto his chest, and starts to ride him. She lifts up, to the point that his length can be seen visibly pulling down her tube, only to be buried to the hilt back within her. The lizardman can feel his seed from before, warmed by her heat, thickly covering his second member and lubricating her insides even more. Not a single bit of his length is left uncovered, not a bit of air flowing coldly over him. His entire length is constantly wrapped in warm flesh and warm fluid. The gnoll repeatedly buries his stimulating shaft deep into the core of her heat.
He pulls her chest down to his body, her fur warm against his belly scales. His maw goes straight to her breasts, licking across them. He nuzzles against her chin and strokes her back, while his member continually pounds into her depths. The gnoll moves into this affectionate snuggling, until at the last moment she returns upright, with her paws kneading his chest. "Close..." she pants out hotly, her inner flesh starting to contract more tightly.
She hits her peak, burying his length in her to the hilt to send her over the edge, then continues to thrust while she orgasms. Their is an audible sucking sound as her muscular contractions grip his length powerfully. It only takes a little of this before the lizardman pulls her back down and holds her there on his twitching member. Thick cum pours into her, joining the previous load with a cool rush. The gnoll can feel his cum, her body eagerly sucking it into her body in a gooey, filling pool.
She purrs, while his chest rumbles, both in deep satisfaction. The gnoll's strong muscles relax over his body, and the lizardman's member softens within her tunnel. They both feel it withdraw, letting her tube close down back to normal. At the last moment, the gnoll arches, and the male's length falls free with an audible 'plop'.They both moan softly. The gnoll's length, half-erect, is dripping some thick, white fluid. To an outside observer, it looks like the gnoll is male and experiencing a long, slow orgasm. The the lizardman, it is the satisfying sight of seeing his own seed leaking. To the gnoll, it is a warm and satisfying sensation.
The gnoll presses her whole body over the lizardman, snuggling down against him, resting on his body. With a final thrust of her hips, she pushes her dripping engorged clit into the interal sheath of the male, and holds him close. The male gives a surprised sound, but is too sated to to anything about it, and wraps an arm around his lover. He licks her forehead, then relaxes on the pillow. He feels the unmistakable sensation of his own goo slowly leaking back into his sheath, much warmer from the gnoll's body. They both fall asleep in each other's arms.
They are only awakened the next morning by the soothing sound of rain beating upon the inn's roof.