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The tall green reptile pulled his lover close, kissing her as their hands roamed each other bodies. The wedding robes were long gone, strewn across the living room and hallway in their lust. After years of waiting, they were finally one. Marcus lay back onto the bed they had shared most of their adult life in, gazing up into the yellow slitted eyes he'd learned to feel so comfortable with.

Tan scales covered forest green as their hands slid down each others arms and met, gripping each other. The smiles had left their faces too by now, replaced by the solemness of purpose. They drew close, Sylan leaning down to brush her muzzle against his. After all this time, after all this pretense, just that touch, knowing what was coming, brought shaky sighs from both their mouths. They nuzzled until their cheeks had warmed, and then Sylan raised her head as she slid up onto Marcus' lap, her lithe form coming to rest straddling him. Nothing covered the desert reptiles nether regions, and nothing obscured her arousal, and as she shuffled up her mates body her dusty-brown, scaled slit dragged a trail of slick female fluid up his chest. Marcus started to dip his snout when the scent of his lover reached him. Nostrils flared as he sucked in a deep, involuntary breath, his instincts telling him to smell his environment and his hormones telling him to get more, more, more of what he'd just experienced, and with the sudden wave of arousal he dove his muzzle down aggressively, snuffling at the reptilian femslit pressed against him. He snorted and licked like an animal, lapping at Sylan's clit as she arched her back and moaned shakily.

Marcus licked at his mate for several minutes, both of them lost in the utter joy of their bonding. But it couldn't end there, for they had much bigger plans. As his senses returned he slowed his lapping, ending by a long slurp on her sensitive bud before he laid back again, looking back up at Sylan with deep desire in his eyes. He brought his hand to hers again and pulled it up between them, looking to his partner with a knowing smile. Without saying a word, they both leaned forward and pressed their lips to each others wedding rings, kissing the symbols of their bonding. And then it was time to move on.

Sylan's body slid further up his, and then she rose to her knees, lifting herself up to hover over her mates head. Marcus couldn't resist another swipe of his tongue across her slit, but it wasn't hard to maintain focus now as Sylan raised her tail. Exposed underneath, barely visible, was another tiny scaled slit. Surrounding the slit were streaks of brown, green and yellow, and it was impossible to miss the smell. His darlings unclean undertail was a smell he had been familiar with for years. The mixture of stale, week-old reptile mess, sweat and lizard pussy was a smell that had once made Marcus retch until he vomited, but now only drew a weak gag. And that gag came with a powerful jerk of his now rock-hard shaft, jutting up from his own scaly slit and already dripping with lube. One of his hands trailed down to squeeze his cock, but he didn't stroke it. His hand gripped and massaged his length, giving just enough satisfaction to keep his mind clear and his arousal peaked, but not enough to get him off prematurely. There would be plenty of time for that.

Sylan's fingertips slid down her slim hips, gripping her scaly rear as she spread her cheeks wide. The male lizards tongue wasted no time snaking out to lick at her dirty vent, smearing the moist paste spread across her anal opening. His tongue bathed the hole, slurping up her bitter mess as his lips pressed against it, sucking gently but insistently. The female lizard was of no mind to refuse him and foreplay was unnecessary. As soon as she felt her mates loving kiss upon her most filthy orifice she bore down, the muck filling her bowels starting to move, spreading her vent lips open. The mess crackled with escaping air bubbles as the very tip slid into view, then stopped moving. After a couple seconds of muscle contractions her belly gurgled and a bubble of intestinal gas slipped around the huge load of feces blocking her hole, fluttering her ventlips as it rushed into Marcus' mouth.

Marcus felt his cheeks bloat with the pressure of the gas blasting into his mouth, and instantly his vision went dark. Suspended particles of his lovers shit shot across his Jacobson's gland, permeating his senses instantly with the most revolting sensation imaginable. His body bucked as his stomach heaved, but this was something he was used to. After the first convulsion the nausea quickly subsided, though the feeling of revulsion remained - and it would only get worse.

Sylan continued to bear down. The week's worth of reptile shit in her gut was far more than Marcus was prepared to consume right now, she knew, but they would want it later. All the same it meant the mess that was near the end of her stuffed digestive tract was dry, thick and compacted. Her anus was well trained to dilate however, and as she concentrated and bore down it spread wider, exposing the tip of her very, very large bowel movement. Slowly her vent lips stretched around it, being drawn tighter and tighter until finally they fit around the breadth of the thick tube of reptile muck which began to slowly slide out. Marcus licked and sucked at the surface of the shit as it was exposed, soaking it all with his saliva to ease consumption, but as much as he desired Sylan's filth he knew he would have to wait for his girls overstressed abdominal muscles to deliver the massive meal to him.

For what seemed like ten minutes they sat like that, Marcus' muzzle buried beneath Sylan's rump as her thick load of shit slowly descended into his maw, sucking on it greedily as it emerged. As it filled his mouth it too pressed against his reptilian scent gland which instantaneously multiplied the revulsion, and tears dripped from his eyes as he fought back his instincts. After a couple inches of the hard, claylike scat had slid into his mouth it started to turn much softer, and as it pressed against the back of his throat Sylan's vent suddenly squeezed shut, pinching off just enough to fill his mouth. A trick she had not learned by accident. With his muzzle stretched wide open with a hunk of feces like a ballgag Marcus pressed his nose against the stretched and loose vent, smearing the mess still caught in her hole across her scales.

Sylan shuffled backwards again, looking down as her mates muzzle was revealed again from underneath her to see his maw gaping open with a fat, brown piece of feces filling it. No matter how many times they had done this that always gave her a rush of self-satisfaction, knowing another creature was consuming her mess and enjoying it, and she shivered as she smiled down at the loving reptile beneath her. Sylan leaned down, turning her head to the side, and the reptiles muzzles met in a tight interlock as they began to devour the mess in their joined mouths. As her muzzle clamped down around his, Sylan's scentgland was suddenly pressed against her own disgusting muck, and she too shuddered in agonizing revulsion as the taste and smell spread through her senses. Their bodies shivered and flexed against each another as they endured waves of unearthly bitterness, foul fecal stench and the meaty overtones of their carnivorous diets.

The two lizards lay in their cozy, comfortable bed, holding each other gently as their tongues slid all over the lump of waste. They had lost count of how many times they had shared this experience. They performed this ritual whenever the inexplicable need struck them, and every time they savored this moment. Barely sexual, very carnal, laying one atop the other, bodies pressed together, eyes closed, they consumed the product of their biologies. They were not quite the same species, which meant they each had their own unique flavor and texture that they took turns sharing in. Sylan's waste was gritty and powerfully bitter, and as they tasted it together they began to slowly trade places, one biting down onto the lump while the other sank their teeth into the end, biting off piece after piece of the digested waste and swallowing it, filling each others stomachs with the beginning of their consummation meal.

Eventually the lump had been nibbled down to a slim patty, and when Sylan passed it back to him with her tongue Marcus gulped down the remainder. She knew that meant he was ready to move forward. Their kiss didn't break, but Sylan's tail raised high in the air once again. She slinked downwards until her dirty rump hovered above the thick, achingly hard spire of flesh protruding from Marcus' cloaca. With no hesitation she plunged down onto the rod, burying it deep into her vaginal slit. As their mismatched genitals met Marcus shrieked and hissed in pleasure, an hours worth of arousal suddenly met with an incredible burst of sensation. Her warm, slick insides were like heatlamps blasting glaring sunlight across the bare flesh of his cock, and it took all he had not to start slamming into her, fucking the tight, burning hot reptilian goddess mounting him. He had to concentrate on finishing what they'd started.

His cloacal vent pressed against her vaginal vent. His ridged cock was hugged and squeezed by her slick walls. The bulbous knot at the base of his cock begged entry, and the spade-shaped tip pressed insistently against her cervix, eager to blast her full of incompatible seed that would never produce young. Their DNA was too different to form viable offspring, but that was okay with them. Their incompatible genes didn't interfere with their desire for one another, and having each other was enough, especially when they could have each other like this. His cock sufficiently slickened, Sylan pushed herself up and off of Marcus' cock, drawing another soft moan from him that cut off abruptly as she thrust herself downwards again, sinking his cock into her stretched and dirtied anal slit.

The big lizard clawed lightly at her sides, his claws skittering over her scales harmlessly as he bit his tongue, trying not to come prematurely, trying to ignore the wonderfully foul taste in his mouth and the hot mush surrounding his cock. His hips jerked as he thrust into her shit-filled bowels, splattering brown specks across his lap as some of the muck inside was pulled out through her loose vent, then after three or four thrusts he suddenly pushed her body up and off, and then back down, burying his befouled flesh deeply into her pussy again.

Neither partner could contain their feelings, and both reptiles moaned loudly as they held that position, Sylan's entire weight pressing her down onto that disgusting, dirtied mating rod and Marcus hissing at the feeling of the hot tunnel of flesh squeezing the grit in his lovers feces into the sensitive skin of his shaft. Neither moved for a long minute, then Marcus' hand brushed against Sylan's muzzle, stroking across her scaled cheek and then pulling her into a kiss. The kiss wasn't an urgent one. With closed eyes and soft, shaky breaths into each others muzzles their dirtied tongues gently explored the familiar texture of each other.

Eventually Sylan noticed Marcus' body tensing. The corners of her mouth turned up, but she just continued gently making out with her lover. She could feel his shaft pulsing inside her, his eversion muscles twitching along with his abdomen as he bore down. One hand left Marcus' side. He felt it a moment later, two fingertips sliding along the underside of his tightly buried shaft. She spread them, pulling her folds apart to expose a second opening into her depths. The back of her hand pressed against Marcus' widely spread cloaca, and she felt several cool puffs of gas against her hand as his intestines squeezed his own week-old load towards his vent.

A moment later his cloacal lips spread wider and she suddenly felt the tip of her lover's feces sliding between her fingers. It felt like cool, dry clay, and he moaned as it slowly glided along the underside of his hard shaft and towards her stretched and dirtied hole. Their kiss deepened as it grew closer, their tongues reaching deeper into each others mouths as they shared in the peaking anticipation of their dirtiest moment ever. They shared their waste many times, but this would be their first time taking part in this consummation of their love, the affirmation of their desire to be one. The dirty reptiles were in heaven together, and the ecstacy of the coming moment was almost too much for them to bear.

With their slits pressed this tightly together Marcus' waste didn't have far to go, and only a few seconds later the cool lump slid into the opening created by Sylan's fingers. Marcus, feeling the resistance of her tight opening, pushed harder with his powerful bowel muscles and suddenly three inches of the shitlog slid out of his hole. Both reptiles yelped in pleasant surprise as the firm, knobbly mass stretched Sylan's birth canal wide and pressed Marcus' dirty cock up into her G-spot. He couldn't hold back. Breaking the kiss the desert lizard threw his arms around his lover and pushed as hard as he could, and in an instant the dry, hard hunk of shit was buried all the way into Sylan's body.

Sylan jerked as if she'd been shocked. She'd never been double penetrated before and she was spread beyond her usual limits, and that coupled with the disgusting taste in her mouth, the stench of her lovers open, panting maw and the knowledge that her birth canal was already coated in her own hazardous waste and now stretched tightly around her partners alien muck was too much. Her head snapped back and she shrieked in sexual ecstacy, a primitive, feral cry of aggression emanating from the predators mouth as she bucked on Marcus' shaft, squeezing his flesh so tightly it hurt. The male lizard held on tightly, grimacing as his mate was wracked with electric pleasure, using every ounce of will he had to resist pulling out and burying his cock in her again and joining her in climax. He had to resist still.

Her orgasm waned, but Marcus was not going to wait for it to finish. He dug his thumb into the base of her slit, pressing against his waste inside her and holding it in place as he lifted her body, tugging his hard cock out of her filthy pussy with a sloppy pop. His shaft was smeared with a disgusting mix of two species' waste, his own pre, Sylan's vaginal secretions, perfect lubricant for impregnation. Before the female reptile could react he rolled over, pushing her onto her back, and slammed his shaft into her occupied pussy, ramming the spade shaped head of his cock into the end of the fat piece of feces. Sylan gasped loudly, her breath coming out with a faint whine as she felt a thick, cool mass forced against the tiny opening of her cervix. Marcus, however, was done waiting.

With a low growl he thrust forward again, driving all the energy in his powerful body into his shaft, forcing that hunk of his intestinal filth deeper into his lovers body. The feces had been in his digestive system for so long that there was almost no moisture in it at all, and the heavily compacted mass of biowaste held its shape as he drove into it. He wasn't humping, his object wasn't to reach climax, he just held the pressure steady, concentrating on pushing as hard as he could. In her post-orgasmic state the uncomfortable, building pressure was dull but intense, and she was reduced to simply whining quietly as the feelings of pleasure and discomfort swirled inside her. Marcus grunted, digging his toeclaws into the bed and pushing harder, and as he increased the pressure Sylan felt something slowly releasing inside her.

Her tiny cervical opening was spreading, at first ever so slowly, but she could feel it rapidly increasing within seconds. Panic filled her body as she suddenly felt terrified, her instincts telling her something terrible was happening, and she threw her arms out to her sides lashing out wildly, clawing at the bed, at Marcus, but thankfully doing no damage. He gritted his teeth and ignored the clawstrikes skittering across his scales; he could feel her barrier giving way. The mass was moving, ever so slowly, and then suddenly there was a wet slurp and a soft slap of scales against scales, and his shaft and knot were buried in her body.

The pain was short but intense, a lightning bolt of unnatural agony spiking up from deep inside her body. Sylan cried out loudly and, her rationality momentarily gone, whipped her head forward clamping her jaws around Marcus' shoulder and biting down hard, drawing a roar of pain from him as well. Together they shrieked out their shared pain, blood dripping from Sylan's soiled lips as her pussy spasmed violently around the dirty shaft violating her.

Eventually they ran out of breath, and simply lay there, breathing raggedly, bodies heaving with discomfort. They were both nearly exhausted from the exertion, but they were nearing the end of their ritual.

As their senses returned, Sylan released Marcus' shoulder and drew her head back, looking up into his eyes with regret. As she locked her gaze with his she saw not anger, but a look of warmth and love and compassion, and her sorrow turned quickly to joy as a smile spread across her face. She lifted a shaky hand and laid it gently on Marcus' head, stroking him softly as she broke the silence for the first time that night, whispering, "I'm sorry, love. I didn't mean to hurt you."

Marcus' smile faltered for a moment but returned. He shushed her, then softly said, "Don't worry, my body is strong, it'll heal quickly."

Sylan grinned a little wider. "Well, maybe not so quickly," she said, flashing a weak smile, showing the dirty mix of red and brown coating her teeth. "That'll need to be cleaned."

Marcus chuckled slightly at her statement, noticing indeed the extra sting of the punctures on his shoulder. "Such are the dangers of mating with dirty animals."

Sylan's pussy suddenly clenched involuntarily around the big lizards cock, drawing their attention back to their act, and with that the conversation was over. Her pussy wasn't the only thing squeezing him. He could feel, a third of the way down his shaft, an incredibly tight ring of muscle gripping him tightly. He realized he had succeeded. He had forced his feces into her uterus, and done so so forcefully that his cock followed it through. He now noticed the sensation of her womb wrapped around his shaft, incredible heat and tightness against every square inch except the tip buried in the end of his waste. He drew his hips back, pulling out of her a tiny bit and found that her cervix was gripping his flesh so tightly that it was pulled along. Taking a deep breath he thrust forward, burying his shaft in her depths once again, and instantly he found himself nearing climax as closely as he had been a few minutes earlier.

He no longer had any reason to hold back now. He let go of his self-control, and suddenly he was fucking her, violently, ferally, slamming his shaft back and forth in her tight, slimy, gritty pussy at blinding speed, the fat bulge of his knot making obscene slurping noises as it drug along her filth-coated folds, brown-tinged slime slinging off of his rapidly thrusting shaft every time he pulled back. He was only careful not to pull out too far and lose the hot grip of her uterus around his tip.

Sylan's body was filled with sensations she'd never felt before. Every time the big lizard cock bottomed out inside her it pushed her cervix far up into her body and forced the blunt end of the fecal mass into her uterine wall. She could feel it, a dull, cold lump in her belly, pressing against places she'd never felt before, but coupled with the incredible pleasure of the intense, savage fucking she was receiving it formed a web of sensations she couldn't describe. She simply lay, limp and panting and nearly spent and let herself be mated.

His orgasm came rapidly. One moment he was thrusting into his mate, the next he was buried deeply in her, bent over her body with his muzzle hanging over hers, hissing loudly as his body contracted and his shaft twitched, pumping his cum directly into her uterus. His seed was thin and came in great quantities, ounce after ounce of watery reptilian slime blasting deep into her violated body, surrounding the mass of filth and bathing it in his lifegiving fluid. Sylan had been overcome with sensation and was writhing in ecstacy under him once again, her reproductive organs all clenching his shaft tightly as he fertilized the part of himself he'd put inside her.

It was done. His mate was impregnated, in the only way she could be, with the deepest representation of their bond: the disgusting, rotting, biohazardous product of his very biology.

As his orgasm faded he bore down again, and Sylan gasped as she felt a cold sensation growing in her gut. Marcus' cock swelled as he emptied his bladder into her womb, the cool, heavily acidic urine mixing with his seed and filling her uterus to bursting. When her reproductive chamber was full he simply bore down harder, forcing the piss into her as hard as he could, and Sylan moaned as a bulge grew. When his bladder was finally empty he pulled his lovers hand down to her abdomen and pressed it against her scaly belly. She gasped in surprise as she felt the bulge, and looked down to see her belly protruding from her body. She was well and truly pregnant, and had the swollen womb to prove it.

Marcus suddenly pulled out of her violently, jerking his cock back fast enough that her clenched cervix lost its grip. A spurt of yellow piss followed his shaft out of her defiled vagina but her cervical muscles held fast, and the bulk of the mess stayed inside.

He knew Sylan was worn out from the intense experience but he wasn't quite finished yet. He stood up, looking down at his mates heaving, exhausted form, and said, "There's just one thing left. You'll need plenty of nutrients now that you're eating for two." With that he turned around and squatted over his mates head, and when he felt the tip of her snout press eagerly against his cloaca he simply released his bowels, beginning to push the rest of his massive, week's worth of reptilian waste into her muzzle, and Sylan began to happily chew and swallow his bowel movement, rubbing her hands over her huge, pregnant belly.

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Marcus lay next to his sweetheart, stroking her swollen belly and enjoying the afterglow that remained hours after their mating. The stench in the room had turned stale, the feces under their tails and smeared along their muzzles long since dried. He was still idly licking the grit from between his teeth, relishing the continually offensive nature of his partners offal, when Sylan suddenly awoke with a start. Her body tensed against his, then convulsed, hard. She groaned loudly, painfully, and moaned out, "Oh, Marc, it's... ugh! It's time!"

Marcus was up in a flash, holding the female lizard and gently soothing her. "Alright sweetie, don't fight it. Just let your body release."

As softly as he could he helped her slide up onto the bed, positioning her rear over the middle of the mattress. He piled the pillows high behind her so she could sit up comfortably. As he rearranged the bedding Sylan was wracked with another convulsion as her body rejected the toxic mess inside of her. Her abdomen heaved over and over as she felt the irresistable urge to push the contaminants out of her most sacred place. At the fourth contraction she was hit with a wave of nausea, intense like nothing she'd felt before. She gagged, loudly, the familiar coppery taste rushing to her mouth. With every contraction she dry heaved, obscene wet retching sounds emanating from her mouth. In no more than three minutes she suddenly knew she was going to be sick.

Marcus watched her intently, grimacing with every painful contraction of her body but knowing he couldn't help her any more than by being there. As he held her, he suddenly heard her retching intensify, and he knew she was about to vomit. He quickly kneeled down in front of her, pressing his fingers into the base of her jaw so that she instinctively opened her muzzle wide, and pressed his maw against hers in a deep kiss just in time for her puke to come rocketing from her throat. She grabbed his sides and dug her claws in deeply as she heaved, over and over, her throat gushing huge gouts of her gut-wrenchingly awful stomach contents into his mouth, a foul soup of his liquified feces, her bile and the stringy contents of her last "real" meal, and Marcus felt the glow of love in his chest as he choked every mouthful down, not spilling a drop of the revolting slop.

Every heave of her diaphragm pumping her stomach into Marcus' was followed by an equal heave downward, and the incredible stress of the sickness was enough to push her body over the edge. Her cervix was wrenched open, and a disgusting, sloppy, wet farting noise emanated from her birth canal as a rush of gas from the muck that had fermented inside of her warm womb rushed out, and then her slit was spread open by a river of foul sludge. The massive shitlump had dissolved inside her and mixed with Marcus' slimy seed and piss, forming a wet, muddy mixture that poured out of her in huge gouts, covering the mattress underneath them in a spreading puddle of sewage.

The flow of vomit and sludge from her desecrated body stopped about at the same time, and they parted, both gasping for breath and nauseous. The nausea intensified when they smelled the mess that Sylan had just released. The reptilian feces had cooked inside the hot oven of her womb for hours, rotting further as the dense bacteria digested Marcus' seed. The result was an absolutely horrifying stench, sweet and sour odors of fresh decay mixed with the worst diarrhea stink imaginable. Sylan and Marcus both immediately dry-heaved again, but they gripped each others arms tightly, bowing their heads and pressing them together, and concentrated together, fighting down the urge to vomit again. In a few minutes, it passed.

When they opened their eyes and looked back up at each other, each expected the other to look exhausted, or revolted. But all they saw was satisfaction, and love, and they knew there was nothing to worry about. Spreading the pillows out again they both lay down, sliding their arms around each other as they cuddled up, their naked bodies both draped across the huge puddle of brown mud covering half the bed. They weren't going to clean it up, at least not tonight. They were going to let it soak into all their bedding and deep into the mattress, so that they could savor the memory of their first night together as mates any time they wanted, just with a casual sniff of the stained fabric. Whispering their love to each other, they quickly drifted off to sleep, two filthy reptiles, satisfied they weren't alone in their polluted nature.