When Life Gives You Lemons
I was taking requests on FA to write stories, and this was one of them. He wanted something short and dealing with just about nothing but sex. Apparently this is called a 'lemon', which was a new term for me... and not to mention one that just seems completely out of context.
Thanks for reading, as always, and hope it is to everyone's liking!
Walking beneath the cover of the forest, a small anthropomorphic reptile quickly scurried along. It was a strange sight if not just for the creature itself being a rich purple hue despite being a tuatara. A mainly nocturnal creature moving swiftly through the daylight was indeed odd enough on it's own, but when queer creature was carrying a weaved and ornate basket containing but a single lemon. Cut in half, the powerful citrus scent teased the courier's nose at every instant.
He didn't question his superiors when told to take a gift to a neighboring nomadic tribe, or so he had been told that was what they were, but his mind was teeming with questions. Why him for starters; he wasn't a warrior, or even a courier. He was simply nothing more than a caretaker of the hunters' children when they mobilized to scavenge. Traveling in the sunlight was an oddity for his species, and despite sprinting through the forest on his goal, the heat from the sun above caused a deep sense of dreariness. There also was the fact of clothing being completely devoid upon his scales. He wasn't the most intelligent in his tribe, but he knew well by observation that individuals were mostly clothed when on diplomatic talks or gift giving.
There was a sudden pressure against the reptile's shoulder blades from his backside. Interrupting his thoughts, he was shoved promptly to the ground, the basket and lemon halves flying from his hands. A heavy pressure pushed down against his body with what he ascertained to be padded and furred paws. A deep sense of fear rushed through his blood as a fight and flight response kicked in, but lacking the muscle mass of the hunters and warriors, he wasn't much of a tough target to keep locked down.
A fact not known by the attacker, or many for that matter, was that tuatara possess a hidden third eye on the top of their heads veiled by pigmentation and scales. While for many this ocular nerve was weak and only sensed light, for others they could make out black and white images. A gift of this tuatara, however, was that this eye a plethora contained both rods and cones. Making out the attacker, his two normal eyes squinted and teared slightly. He recognized the body shape: the foreign form of a wolf, or so his leader called it. Brought with the nomadic tribe which came from beyond the island he lived upon, and personal pets of that tribe. Slowly stepping along, sniffing across the ground, that wolf sought the lemons. Surmised by the fact of the creature licking them up the ground and chomping quickly, the tuatara soon came to the realization that this was a trap all along. He had heard of other tribes giving their own kind as slave-gifts for sign of peace, but he never prepared to become such a possession.
The reptile's upper eye, staring however, wouldn't be able to tear the gaze away from what he saw. The hindpaws of the wolf resting on his shoulders, he was in the perfect angle to watch the swaying pair of testicles the beast possessed. Being a reptile he was unused to seeing external genitalia, but he knew just from scent alone what those would be. Looking forward ahead to gauge the length of the wolf, it had to be longer than him when the two stay parallel to each other along with the ground. This gave him a greater sense of awe upon grasping the fact that it was not just an optical illusion how the two white and gray furred orbs fought for space between the legs of the beast. This mammalian creature was immense in proportion.
I have to get away. His thoughts being sound of reason as his head shook to clear his mind from the apparent hypnotizing influence the testicles had upon him.
Short spines atop the tuatara's head coincidentally had been just long enough to scrape along the underside of the obscuring genitals. Squirming heavily as the reptile lost patience to being trapped beneath something larger than him, and the wolf finishing the lemon halves, he moved back once again. The scaly critter was able to witness a fleshy protrusion originating from in front of the sack, out of a sheathe. While being unused to mammals and their ways, he knew quite well what this had to be if not once again for the musky scent filtering through his nostrils.
A sharp pain shot upwards through the reptile's spine as his flailing tail had been pushed aside and he let loose a quiet squeak. Clenching down with his anus in an instant reaction proved not to be the answer as a foreign device which he felt growing thicker as each of his heartbeats raced due to fear and surprise inside his virgin mind. The lowly caretakers of other tribe-members' children were not often blessed with the pleasures of a sexually active life. A trickling warmth streaked inside the fleshy confines of his rectal cavity while the forepaws from the wolf pressed ever harsher against his upper back. The reptile's legs were forced apart as the unrelenting flesh of the mammal pressed ever forward. Unbeknownst to the tuatara, however, was that the wolf was not truly in the action of thrusting. It was simply using the interior of his body to bring about the full arousal.
Sounding out a quiet gasp there was a sudden sensation of emptiness inside the tuatara's body. The wolf had pulled out, but soon made it clear that the little reptile was now nothing more than property if not for the wolf than for the actual tribe. It must have known about the third eye tuatara's have, as with a slow slide the red shaft of the wolf glide atop the reptile's head. It was not a sensitive nerve, and required no blinking as being hidden safely beneath scales, but that obscured nothing. Watching as a stream of pre-seed smeared across the top of his head by the rest of the flesh, it was something he had to appreciate in a deeper sense of awe. Perhaps the primitive mind of a reptile able to accept and assume newly assigned roles no matter how crude the methods were.
The cock was coasting back and forth atop of his head. The wolf utilized those relatively harmless spines upon the reptile's head and neck as a pleasure source while a stream of pre oozed forth and down along the tuatara's face in a mark of dominance. Even the testicles were able to derive benefit from the positioning, as the heavy balls rest upon either side of the lithe creature's midsection. The tuatara could feel within the churning liquids yearning for release, and the warmth radiating from therein. To a cold blooded creature such as himself it attracted him if not for that reason alone.
With the wolf moving backwards once again, the tuatara's heart began racing once again after the brief respite he was able to enjoy. It was for a different reason this time, however, as his long tongue slowly swiped away the excess pre which had settled between the scales atop his face and along the sides of his mouth. It was the feeling of ambition and anxiousness. The unwilling creature suddenly finding himself perhaps in better hands than before. Warmth once again found itself to the rearside of his body, and inside, he was prepared.
Prepared he had indeed been, for the normally protective sphincter hiding away the passage to his interior had stayed partially agape in eagerness. This did not belie the initial resistance urge to have something penetrating his rump, and he soon learned that the wolf took his time from before just to reach full arousal. He couldn't stop clawing at the ground with his hands whilst the less-than-graceful wolf suddenly thrust forward. The perfectly sculpted shaft wasn't quite meant to naturally find way in to a smaller specie's body yet the wolf cared not.
The tuatara considered this quite heavily however. With every gyration of the wolf's hips he was able to feel the shaft bury itself deeper, and it felt more akin to someone trying to blend his intestines in to a mush. Every thrust caused his belly to bulge against the ground beneath him thanks to the feral mammal's deeper interest for pleasure. That crimson flesh tugged the flesh back and forth due to a dry entrance and difference of size alone. Untrained as he may be, natural reflexes deemed him a capable sex partner from the clenches his inner muscle wrought. Through the haze of hormones flooding his mind he came to the realization that he likely was bred to be dominated by larger and more powerful of creatures.
With his body rocking up and down along the forest floor he was able to sense the wolf's body prepping for release. He was able to feel the heart-rate increasing dramatically through the skin of the member and the gyrations from the hips becoming more frantic. What he did not expect was the beast's body to swell any further; ignorant to how a wolf ties with its partner while the knot at the base of the penis quickly expanded. The tuatara wanted more, and he didn't want it to stop despite feeling as though he was about to split in two.
A final jerk and push forward marked the beginning of the end the wolf's climax erupted forth. Sudden heat filled the cold blooded lizard's body as the sides of his belly swelled slightly, the scales unable to expand downwards on account of him being so tightly pressed against the ground. Pulse after pulse of the orgasm ripped forth in to the body, filling him to the brim, yet unable to feel any pressure relieved due to the knot keeping it locked within. After nearly a full minute of being emptied in to, he felt the height of the moment finally die down inside the wolf despite the knot locking him in place not retreating.
Pitter pattering was heard not far off, and much to the surprise the tuatara was able to witness as several more wolves filled in from the shades of the forest trees. It dawned on him that, just like his tribe, these mammals roved in a pack. Unable to focus on his own sexual interests, the hidden shaft of the reptile made itself known by a quick throb. His mind was already anticipating the actions to come. Judging by the scent of musk, able to pick it out from every male wolf at present. The little reptile surmised that his schedule was about to be much more filled than previously expected.