A Story With A Male Lizard
If you read the preface of my last story (A Story With A Lizard) you'll get the gist of this. No "plot", just sex0rs. This story may require some knowledge of the general furry consensus on anthro-reptile anatomy, since it is in fact based wholly around peculiarities of that speculative physiology, rather than wholly "accurate" anatomy. Also, as with the aforementioned previous story, this one has not been edited in about a year. I stopped working on it when I couldn't figure out where to go next, but I just can't let it go to waste because I know somebody out there is looking for this kind of thing. Fringe fetishes are sadly underappreciated. Let me know what you think, if it's any good maybe I'll be a repeat offender.
Jason pulled his shirt off and plunked himself down on his bed, rolling onto his back with his legs in the air so he could extricate himself from his pants, which he chucked across the room. He sat up with his back against the wall. The temperature-controlled air of his apartment felt good against his bare scales. The cold blood of his reptilian ancesters had not carried over to him like some other lizards he'd known who were barely functional in a warm-blooded creatures preferred environment. He placed a clawed hand on his abdomen, thinking about how much he liked his own body. He wasn't fat, as such, but he was enough overweight that he had a visible 'belly'. He hadn't tried for that, necessarily, but it was an attribute he found very attractive in others, so he hadn't put any effort into trying to get rid of it, either. He rubbed the slight bulge and let his mind drift into fantasies, imagining that it was someone elses hand on his stomach, giving him a reach-around bellyrub while holding him close to their body with their other arm. Not that it was really as gender-neutral as the pronouns he used in his mind suggested. He wanted to be embraced by masculine arms more than anything. But at this juncture he wasn't feeling particularly picky.
He had shifted to massaging his belly with the tips of his fingers, his claws retracted. His eyes had drifted half-closed as the teasing of his abdomen relaxed him. Not a proper body massage, but a decent technique he had developed that worked fairly well to relieve stress. His prodding fingers moved down below the bulge of his belly, massaging the area that would be midway between his groin and navel, if he had a navel. He gasped at a sudden bolt of pleasure that shot through his nerves as his probing fingers pushed into his flesh. This was something new. He repeated the action, pressing down on his scales in the same spot, and felt another pleasant buzz from the nerves in that area. He wondered how he'd never discovered this before. Using several fingers, he continued to massage the same region, exploiting this newfound pleasure. He realized, after a minute, that this was definitely an erogenous zone. He could feel his arousal increasing as his fingers continued their work. Hell, he thought, why not keep it up. Masturbation was generally a good stress reliever as well.
After several minutes of this, it occurred to Jason that something was not quite right. He opened his eyes and looked down at his crotch. It was completely smooth, his internal genitals still inside his body. He realized that, although he was feeling definite sexual pleasure and arousal, he couldn't feel the normal sensation associated with his penis everting itself. He wasn't a teenager anymore, so erections weren't quite as spontaneous as they used to be, but usually at this stage of arousal he was already ready to go. He stopped massaging his abdomen and moved his hand to his genital slit, inserting a finger and thumb and pulling the edges of the opening apart. Inside the fleshy cavity he could see the tip of his penis, clearly not in the process of everting itself. He wondered if his erectile muscles were somehow out of whack. The last thing he needed was erectile dysfunction in his goddamn twenties. On the other hand, maybe the part of his mind that handled sex had given up on the idea after he had been at work for hours. These thoughts were quelled when his cock started to push out of his slit. He took his hand away, watching his penis slide out of his body curiously.
He wrapped his hand around it once it was fully erect and tugged gently. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary. So why didn't it do that in the first place, he wondered. Experimentally, he tried rubbing the newfound erogenous spot on his belly, and watched in surprise as his cock retracted into his body again. Evidently this was stimulating some vestigial nerve that prevented eversion. Odd that he'd never found it before. He wondered if he could do it on will. He clenched the right muscles to make his cock slip out, then prodded his belly and watched it slip in again. After repeating the sequence again a few times he was able to pick out the specific sensation of something deep inside of him that he hadn't been aware of before being stimulated when he rubbed his belly. He closed his eyes and tried to figure out if he could will something down there into action that would trigger that response. After ten minutes of clenching every abdominal muscle he knew how to move, he thought he felt the same odd feeling. He opened his eyes and looked down at his crotch. His cock was retracted. He willed it to evert, then to retract, and watched as it did exactly that. This was an intriguing discovery. Now, what to do with it?
It occurred to him that he had never really been able to examine this part of his anatomy too closely. Whenever he saw his genital region his penis was already everted, and touching any part of the inside of his slit would elicit that response nearly instantly. Now he could prevent that. He turned around and rolled onto his back, placing his feet against the wall. He gripped his lower leg with both hands and pulled it back until he could get his ankle behind his head, then did the same with his other leg. For whatever reason lizards were extremely flexible, male or female, probably due less to their reptilian ancestry and more to random evolutionary quirks. The tip of his muzzle was now only a couple inches from his crotch, his genital slit right in front of his eyes. He inserted two fingers of either hand and spread the edges of his slit so he could see inside better, concentrating momentarily on using his newfound ability to counter the immediate urge to let his cock slip out. What he saw, unsurprisingly, reminded him of a vagina. He could see the tapered shaft of his penis nestled between slick-looking, bright red flesh. He wondered how far into his body this cavity extended. Obviously enough to contain the full length of his cock, but he'd never been able to test that theory since the muscles that everted his penis were only recessed by an inch or so when he was fully erect. Jason pulled his fingers out of his slit, noting its elasticity as the opening returned to an almost invisible line in his scales.
He carefully unhooked his legs from behind his head and resumed his original position with his back against the wall. He slid one hand down between his legs, rubbing his palm over his slit. The outside of it wasn't sexually sensitive, otherwise wearing clothes would be torture, but the pressure felt good. His curiosity got the better of him, and he placed his middle finger at the center of his slit and pushed. The digit sank into his genital cavity more easily than he had expected, and Jason gasped at the feeling of his slit being penetrated. Fortunately his subconscious had learned when to keep his cock retracted, although he was too preoccupied to notice that he wasn't concentrating on it anymore. The skin inside his slit was more sensitive than he had expected. He wiggled his finger around in the warm pouch, prodding the sides and sliding his dormant cock around inside of himself. This felt incredible. Rubbing this normally unreachable flesh felt so much better than masturbation, only he was stimulating his cock as well. He slipped another finger into himself and tried thrusting them in and out of his slit. The resulting pleasure was intense enough to catch him off guard, and the next thing he knew his head was cocked back, his muzzle hanging open, an involuntary moan emanating from his maw. His Cowper's glands secreted lubricant through the surface of his cock (another quirk having nothing to do with his non-anthro ancestors), so he was plenty slick enough to start rhythmically thrusting his fingers into himself. In the back of his mind it occurred to him that he was basically masturbating like a female, but he was too busy with this totally new sexual experience to care.
Jason's thrusting was all but frictionless now, his slit all but dripping pre-cum. He fucked himself with his fingers, sliding them in and out of himself rapidly, rubbing against his hidden cock. It felt so damned good, like nothing he'd experienced before. He was panting hard, now, climax approaching, three fingers stuffed into his slit, stretching the opening as he thrust them as hard as he could into himself. His wrist was starting to hurt, now, and his arm was getting tired. If he slowed down now he wouldn't be able to reach the orgasm that, he realized, was increasingly becoming an absolute necessity. On the brink of panic, he tried to think of a substitute. He didn't own a dildo, he didn't have time to find some bathroom or kitchen implement that would work suitably. His mind lit upon an idea, and he pulled his fingers out of himself long enough to slide himself into a laying position, grab his tail and thrust the end into himself. He yowled as the long, flexible limb slid into his genital slit and butted against the rear end of the cavity, farther than his fingers could reach, rubbing against parts of himself he literally didn't know existed and putting pressure on the very base of his cock. He could feel the thick limb all but distending his genital cavity, bringing him right back to the peak of climax that he had already started coming down from in his short moment of emptiness. He grabbed the long appendage with his hands and used his hips to thrust himself onto it, only sliding it into himself three times before he felt the burning ecstacy of a mind-blowing orgasm. Jason was barely able to keep himself from screaming as his body shook with the most powerful sexual release he'd ever experienced, all his muscles clenching simultaneously as he rode out absolute bliss, distantly feeling his cock twitching against his tail.
A minute passed, after the apex of his exhilaration had faded, in which his mind was all but shut down, his eyes closed, his arms draped limply at his sides. Slowly, the rational part of Jason's mind woke up. He felt like he had been on autopilot for the past hour. His body felt completely drained, his unusual masturbation session having required far more exertion than conventional methods. His eyes remained closed for a while, as he enjoyed the glowing aftermath of this self-discovery. Eventually he opened them again, staring at the ceiling for a moment before pushing himself up into a sitting position against the wall. He looked down at his body. His tail was still doubled up, the end stuffed into his slit. He took hold of it and gently pulled it out of himself, a wet slurping noise accompanying it. The end was coated in white fluid, and he realized that he had ejaculated inside of himself. He would have to take a bath later, but no worrying about that now. He brought his tail up to his mouth and licked it, noting the oddly sweet taste of the mixture of semen and his natural lubricant. He lick-groomed his tail, cleaning up every last remnant of his fluids, and then let it drop. He craned his head to look at his crotch. His slit looked exactly like it always did, which seemed strange in light of the bizarre things he'd just done to it. He wondered if he'd damaged anything. Probing with his index finger suggested that everything was alright, although the beating his cock had received was going to make him a little sore for a while. He'd done worse through conventional masturbation before. The inside of his genital slit was a mess of semen and pre-cum, and his finger made wet noises as he poked around. Satisfied that he was still in perfect health, Jason pulled his finger out, licked it clean, and let himself drop limply onto his bed.
[fin]