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When Lizards Conspire: A Redrum Story

By: BerserkerB

Dear Dr. Furx,

I am pleased to inform you that I have completed work on our little project. Initial testing seems to indicate it works, but I have not tested it on a living subject. I have one in mind, but he may need some... convincing. Would you please stop by around 8, and bring your wondrous little magic with you ;)

Sincerely,

Dr. Victor Thicktongue

Furx ran the words in the email excitedly through his head as he hurried down the halls towards Dr. Thicktongue's room. It had been months since they had started their project together, and the fire-lizard felt a bubble of pride expand in his stomach. He nearly squealed with joy as he rounded a corner, clutching a bag tightly against his chest. Victor Thicktongue was Redrum's lead physics teacher. Several months ago, he had approached Furx during a development seminar with the proposition of working together intimately. It had just been a ploy for sex, at first, but over time it evolved into a research project. Once the Headmaster had given them his support for the idea, it was only a matter of time before their hard work came to fruition.

"I can't wait to see it," Furx blurted in his excitement. He stopped and looked around. Thankfully, no one was around at this time. With a chuckle at how giddy he was, the lizard continued on his trek.

Victor's room was the largest of the science classrooms. It had several island tables, tables against the walls, and even enough space for desks. The counters were riddled with various tools for students to use: mechanical doodads, pencils, papers, graphing tools, wires, scraps of metal, bits of broken machines, it had it all . Victor took a very hands-on approach with his lessons, and it showed in the amount of student-made projects displayed wherever there was room. Furx admired how well Victor worked with his students... despite the fact that he killed off more students than any other teacher.

"Furx, you made it!" came Victor's excited voice. Furx turned to see his fellow lizard in teaching come out from a storage room. He rushed over to the fire-lizard and gave him a couple of fist nudges on the shoulder. "Are you as ecstatic as I am?"

Furx nodded. "You bet I am. Where is it? I can't wait-" He stopped when he noticed another figure emerge from the storage room. "Who's this?"

Victor wrapped an arm around the young man, a gecko with bright red and green skin. "This is my assistant, Emanuel."

"Hello Dr. Furx," Emanuel said with a slight bow. "It is an honor to meet you. Dr. Thicktongue has told me a lot about you."

"Oh he has," Furx shot a curious grin at the larger lizard. "Well don't believe everything he says. Like his regard for clothes, Dr. Thicktongue tends to leave out important details." He glanced down at Victor's lower half. The lizard tended to forget to wear pants whenever he was about, and today held no exception. Not that Furx minded, of course, as it gave him an ample view of Victor's thick legs, draped in dark scales, with an exceptional tool hanging between them.

"Hey now," Victor protested. "I only say, and wear, what I feel is important." He beamed a toothy smile. "But enough about that, did you bring the magic?"

Furx nearly forgot about the bag his his claws. "Oh yes, of course." He set it down on a nearby counter and unzipped the contents. Inside was a container of nitrous oxide. Being the main chemistry teacher, Furx had unlimited access to any chemicals and gases that the school had available. When Principal Job had asked him to explain the expenditure on nitrous oxide, it was easy to devise a biochemistry lesson about how the body reacts when under the influence of certain chemicals. He held the container up for Victor to see. The lizard hurried to his side.

"Perfect. Everything's in place." Victor's grin held a very evil expression, and it made Furx shiver.

"Is uh... he the test subject?" Furx darted his eyes quickly to the Emanuel, who was standing idly by Victor's desk. "Going to snuff another assistant, huh?"

"What's the point of having an assistant if you can't experiment on one or two?"

"Try ten or more."

Victor shushed him as the gecko glanced their way. "Just administer the gas, while I go get the prototype."

Furx nodded before Victor left. He listened as the lizard made an excuse to Emanuel about going to get something, and being right back. Furx pulled out a mask attachment and hooked it to the canister. Once set, he turned around, showing off the coolest smile he could manage. "Hey, Emanuel, would mind assisting me with something?"

The gecko's face perked. "Of course." He eagerly bound over with a rather cute spring in his step. "I'd be happy to help you, Sir. What do you need?"

Furx held up the canister and mask. "I need you to breathe this in. I've been working on... Well, to be truthful with you, Dr. Thicktongue and I need you for an experiment." Emanuel raised a weary brow. "Don't worry, it's nothing dangerous. I've been developing an aphrodisiac for reptiles, and so far it's worked for snakes, lizards, and gators, but I haven't tested it on geckos."

Emanuel eyed the canister. Furx mentally crossed his fingers, hoping the little gecko would buy into it. "So what happens after I inhale it?"

Furx hesitated for a moment. Then he remembered that this was Victor's assistant. With a sly smile, the fire-lizard said, "Why, you and Victor are going to have the most intense evening of sex you'll ever have experienced." Emanuel's face perked back up. "He wanted it to be a surprise. He's told me about all the help you've been, and he was hoping my little experiment might make this evening extra special."

At first, Emanuel was still and silent. Furx worried that maybe he was not buying it, until the gecko relaxed and smiled. "Wow. I'm... touched." He reached for the mask and carefully fit it over his mouth and nostrils. "I never realized Dr. Thicktongue cared so much about me. He's... amazing."

"Oh, he's amazing, alright." Amazing at turning assistants into dead bodies, he wanted to say, but did not. With a twist of a knob, the canister released its gas through the tube and into the mask. Emanuel took a deep breath, and let the gas flow freely into his body. After a few more breaths, Furx noticed the signs that the nitrous oxide was taking effect. The gecko's eyes looked sleepy, and his eyelids blinked more readily. His entire body relaxed, and his posture grew limp. After a few more breaths, Emanuel started to smile and giggle lightly.

Once he was sure the gecko was under sufficiently, Furx turned the canister off and removed the mask. "How do you feel, Emanuel?"

The gecko looked at him with a silly grin. "Fine. Really fine. Reeeeally fine." He chuckled softly. "That is one crazy aphrodisiac, Dr. Furx."

Furx set the nitrous oxide to the side. "Indeed it is. Dr. Thicktongue should be back soon. Why don't you... slip out of those clothes. You won't need them."

Emanuel looked at his clothes and laughed. "Yeah, you're right." He fumbled a little, but managed to pull his shirt off and kick away his pants. Furx moaned quietly as the young gecko's body came into his view. He was a handsome little reptile, skinny, but not horribly so. His green and red skin made him pop out against the darker colors of the room, giving him an exotic quality. "How do I look?" Emanuel asked with a wide grin.

Furx's eyes darted up and down the hot young specimen. "Like a perfect little experiment." Emanuel just laughed at him. "Say, Dr. Thicktongue might be a little bit longer," he eyed the door with a sly grin, "why don't you and I test the effects out until he gets back?"

Emanuel thought about it for a moment. "I don't know. It might be fun..."

"Oh it will be. Just," he wrapped his hands around the gecko's hips, "trust me. You do trust me, don't you, Emanuel?"

The gecko's pride came to attention in no time. "Oh yes, Sir," he said, while wearing a stupid smile.

Furx backed away and casually slipped out of his garments. He set them next to the nitrous oxide, and displayed himself before the gassed-up gecko. Emanuel looked at him longingly, if a bit hazily. The fire-lizard leaned his butt against the counter. His erection was just about full, and he took to rubbing it gingerly for show. "You know what would be fun? If you got down on your knees and blew me. Sounds like fun, right?"

Emanuel giggled excitedly. "That does sound like fun." Though his movements were a bit off from the gas, Emanuel had little trouble getting his enthusiastic self down on the ground in front of Furx. He opened up quickly, and took the fire-lizard's rod deep into his maw. Furx gasped and arched back. Emanuel's mouth was wet with drool. It helped the gecko slide nearly every inch into his mouth before he started sucking.

"Oh yeah," Furx moaned happily, placing a hand upon the gecko's head. "Suck like a good assistant." It had been a while since he had felt such an eager maw upon his shaft. Most of the other students who had sucked recently were not as enthusiastic as Emanuel was. The euphoric effects of the laughing gas would be making the pleasure the little gecko felt all the more fantastic. As his sucking grew stronger, Furx bit his lower lip, feeling his balls tense and the heat in his core grow close to exploding. He grabbed Emaunel's head and kept it still while he began to thrust his cock against those tight, welcoming lips. He was so close. So very close...

"Enjoying yourself?" The sudden arrival of Dr. Thicktongue startled Furx. The fire-lizard almost jumped. He pushed Emanuel off and stood before his peer with an embarrassing smile. Victor just cocked a brow at him and Emanuel. "I don't remember giving you permission to play with another teacher." He spoke to Emanuel, who, while still on his knees, looked up at the dark-scaled lizard with love and admiration.

"But Dr. Furx asked me to, and I just couldn't say no." He chuckled and continued staring at his mentor.

Victor eyed Furx curiously. "Wow, that stuff is good. I've told him to never fuck, suck, or touch another teacher without my permission, and here you break my hard training in a few minutes."

Furx smiled brightly. "You have the mask?"

"One track mind," Victor sighed. He held up a latex mask that had a plastic and metal rod sticking out from one end. The rod ended in a small cage that housed a large metal ball. "This is it, the fruit of our labor."

Just looking at the mask made Furx nearly come on the floor. "Let me see." He took the mask and examined it in detail. The latex mask felt smooth and new. The plastic rod housed batteries, which were used to power a set of electromagnets higher up. The magnets would then pull on the metal ball, blocking the hollow part of the rod, cutting off air flow. Although the wearer could breath out, as the air would push the ball a little to escape, the wearer would not be able to breathe air in. "Let's try it, now."

Victor looked just as excited as Furx. "That's why we are here." He glanced over at Emanuel. "And why he's here." They helped Emanuel up before giving him another dose of the nitrous oxide. "Now Emanuel, would like to do something really special for me?"

"Oh, I would do anything for you, Dr. Thicktongue." He wrapped his arms around the lizard's shoulder and tried to kiss him. Victor nudged him away. "Yes, I know. Which is why I want you to put this on." He handed over the asphyxiator mask

Emanuel stared stupidly at it. "What is it?"

"It is a breath-play mask that Dr. Furx and I built. We want you to wear it and test it out for us."

"Breath...play?"

Victor gave his assistant a big smile. "Please?"

Emanuel hesitated for a moment, though the grin never left his face. "Sure!" he said gayly. "It sounds like fun." He slipped the mask over his face. Furx helped adjust the straps so it fit snugly around his head. They also took some rope and tied the gecko's hands behind his back, just in case the gas was not enough to fight survival instincts. Both teachers admired how well the experiment was going. Emanuel looked the perfect test subject; naked, bound, gassed up, and ready to lose all the air in his lungs.

Victor spoke suddenly, breaking Furx's blissful staring. "Want to fuck him while we experiment?"

Furx nearly dropped his jaw. "You're letting me have your assistant's ass? What's the catch?"

Victor held up the remote to the mask. "I get to do him in." His smile would have made a demon cringe with envy.

Furx had no objections. His dick was begging for release, and he had been ignoring the ache up until now. He moved behind Emanuel and bent the gecko forward. Victor tossed him a bottle of lube from his desk, and Furx quickly applied it to his aching shaft and to Emanuel's quivering hole. He eased his body forward, using his fingers to help aim the slick shaft into the gecko's hole. Furx felt a pressure surround the head of his cock and carefully thrust it in. He could tell that Emanuel was used to it by how easily the gecko's anus accepted him. Thankfully, the flesh was still quite tight, and Furx let out a content moan of approval as he penetrated to his hips.

After a moment to get the right position, Furx let into Emanuel with everything he had. "Hey," Victor shouted, "take it easy." He held up the remote, smiling. "Make the experiment last." He pressed the button.

A small light came on as the mask's electromagnets whirred to life. In less than a second the invisible magnetic field pulled at the ball, closing Emanuel's source of air. Furx felt his body grow tense. Though his grip on the poor gecko was tight, he held back his desire and took great care in milking the experiment for all it was worth. His body swayed gently, the taut flesh soothing and pleasurable. Emanuel let out a muffled groan through the latex. Furx watched carefully as the gecko slowly and unwillingly let his oxygen supply run thin. The latex mask puffed out every couple of seconds whenever Emanuel exhaled. With each breath, the bulge in the material grew smaller and smaller.

Furx looked over at Victor, who was casually leaning against his desk, rubbing his thick erection with his free hand. He held on tightly to the remote, and Furx knew he was not about to release the button. If he did, the magnets would stop, and the spring attached to the ball would push it forward and allow Emanuel to breathe once more. Though perfect for a night of casual breathplay, it was not what the two lizards had in mind for the young gecko tonight.

"I think he's starting to have trouble breathing," Victor gestured with a nod. He was right, Emanuel was indeed at that point where air was scarce. The latex mask was no longer puffing out, and Emanuel's breaths were getting shorter. Furx felt his chest grow tight. He closed his eyes and imagined what the young gecko might be feeling. Right now his body would be craving air. His lungs would be pumping shorter breaths, trying to grasp any little bit of oxygen they could find.

He felt his body grow hot. His cock thrust deeply into Emanuel's ass. The gecko's entire body shivered, and it made the sex all the more sweeter. Furx pushed harder, shoving his dick as deep as he could go. He thrust with force, letting his hips slap against Emanuel's ass. The gecko's head arched back, a light moan barely audible. He was obviously straining against the euphoria and the lack of oxygen. His mind was probably in chaos. Furx casually reached down and found that the gecko's shaft was dripping wet. He teased the airless gecko, pawing at the quivering cock with ginger pressure.

Emanuel's gasps were getting louder. He was straining now, fighting to stay alive. The latex mask curved inward as he desperately tried to gather air that was no longer present. It was wonderful watching the gecko's final moments draw closer. Furx leaned over the tormented assistant and let his desires flow freely. The warmth and pressure grew as Emanuel drew closer and closer to darkness. The gecko's flesh grew tauter, squeezing, almost begging for the release. Furx wrapped his arms around the gecko's body, feeling his chest convulse rapidly. They were so close, so very, very close...

Emanuel came first. His final orgasm spent upon the linoleum floor. When he came, his entire body seemed to finally give way, and the final shudders of his dying moments were too much to bear. Furx filled the dying gecko's body with a wave of hot seed. He pumped it in, a loud moan of fulfilled desire echoing against the walls. The lizard's seed spilled out around his shaft and dripped down his balls. He let out a gasp and nearly fell over when Emanuel's body became dead weight.

Victor was there to catch them. He held Emanuel's body up while Furx pulled out, and then let the dead gecko flop to the floor. Furx watched as Victor examined Emanuel for any signs of life. There were none. "A rousing success, wouldn't you say?" He gave a warm smile, feeling nothing for the loss of his assistant. "And it seems you enjoyed yourself."

Furx chuckled and nodded. "It worked perfectly. You really missed out, letting me fuck him instead."

"Oh well," Victor chuckled, "I'll just have to use it on someone else."

Furx laughed. "Knowing you, it'll be some unsuspecting assistant whom you promise a fruitful path to graduation."

They both laughed heartily. Furx stretched his tired muscles, looking down at Emanuel's limp and lifeless body. He wondered what it must have felt like, knowing that you were about to die and being unable to stop it. Emanuel had put up very little fight, thanks in most part to the nitrous oxide. The feelings of euphoria it must have brought him, even so close to death...

"I wonder what he must have been thinking," Furx mumbled, not really to Victor, but more himself.

"Why don't you find out?"

Furx cocked a curious brow and turned around to ask what Victor meant. To his surprise, he found the mask to the nitrous oxide pressed against his face. He took a breath in surprise, and the gas flowed quickly into his lungs. Victor shoved him back against the wall, keeping the mask pressed firmly against his face. The larger lizard's smile was cocky and superior.

"That's it, buddy, just breathe it all in." He spoke like a parent to a child. For some reason, Furx did as he asked. He took another puff of laughing gas into his lungs, and began to feel the world grow lighter. "Feels good, doesn't it? Makes you sooo relaxed, so eager to feel joy, so easy to manipulate."

As Furx listened to his colleague's words, he could not help but agree. His mind felt lighter than air, and the whole world seemed as the first day of spring. Everything was so wonderful, even the foreboding words of Victor. After the mask was removed, Victor let go but Furx remained slack against the wall. He giggled like a moron and looked around the world like a wandering child. "I feel really good," he said before chuckling. "You tricked me. You son of a..." A sudden burst of laughter escaped him, barely controllable and full of intoxicated joy.

"That's right, I did." Victor caressed Furx's cheek warmly. His face beamed with pride and satisfaction. "You were so easy to manipulate. Once I had you in bed with me the rest was a downhill ride." He flicked at the fire-lizard's nose, and Furx chuckled and rubbed it. "You're no better than my foolish assistants, which is why I've chosen you as the next experiment subject."

Furx watched with an uncontrollable euphoria as Victor bent down and removed the asphyxiation mask from Emanuel. He held the mask up, his face full of sharp, beaming teeth. "Go on, put it on. You know you want to."

He handed the device to Furx. The fire-lizard looked down at the death mask in his grip. Though his fingers were loose, he could not manage to let the thing go. Suddenly Victor was upon once more. He pressed his chest firmly against Furx's chin, shoving the smaller lizard hard against the wall. The sensation of touch felt double thanks to the nitrous oxide, like a thousand pleasurable pricks assaulted him wherever scale met scale. "I trusted you," Furx giggled.

"And you still trust me." Victor's voice was calm and soothing. Despite his intent, the larger lizard seemed like a protective guardian, only wanting what was best. A gentle hand guided Furx's own until the latex mask was eye level. "Put it on. You want to know what Emanuel felt. I know you do." Victor caressed his claws down Furx's cheek. He took a step back, but kept the fire-lizard at arm's length. "You want to know how good it feels to lose your breath. I know your desires, my dear, foolish Furx. Now put the mask on. For me."

Deep down Fur knew he was right. Hidden behind a mask of life was the hidden desire of death. Though he knew it was wrong to want it, to feel so close to the silent darkness of the beyond, Furx could not fight back the want and need that raced through his mind. He nodded, smiling dumbly, before slipping the latex around his muzzle and pulling the strap behind his head. Victor lead him to his desk, and leaned him over until his chest rested on the hard, cold metal. The metal cage of the tube tapped lightly against the desk, and the sound rang through Furx's uplifted senses.

Victor took some care in positioning him just right. After spreading Furx's legs, he scurried to the other side of the desk. He pulled out a bottle of lube and a condom from one of the drawers. Furx remembered back to all the times he and Victor had slept together. The larger lizard had a thing for condoms when it came to anal sex. He said he enjoyed the feeling of tight latex around his shaft, to which Furx could not find any objection to.

Furx waited with heated anticipation as his colleague readied himself. Furx could already feel his heart pounding against his chest; the sound of the metal desk reverberated with each thump. His mind raced with images of what was to come. He giggled as images of his corpse flashed before him, like a comedic horror film featuring him as the star victim. He then felt a slick hand grab at his ass cheek, tugging it to one side. The tip of Victor's wrapped dick pushed firmly against him. With his body already relaxed beyond compare, Furx had no trouble taking in the lubed up cock. The euphoric effects of the gas made the jolts of pleasure extra powerful. He let out a sudden, though muffled, gasp as small bumps pushed against the tender flesh of his hole. He realized in an instant that the condom was ribbed. Each little ring that pushed against the tight muscles in his ass was like a punch of pleasure to his body.

"I see you like my choice of condoms," Victor cooed. He paused and traced a claw along the contour of Furx's rear. "I wanted to show you how much I appreciate your help." He pushed his cock in deeper, making Furx moan meekly. "After all, it's thanks to you that I was able to complete this device." Furx just moaned in reply. Victor dug a little deeper before stopping. He reached over and plucked the remote from the desk. Furx watched it with wild fascination. Victor played with it, twirling it around in his hand and teasingly rubbing the button. His smile showed off everything that the lizard was: prideful, clever, sadistic, and horny.

Victor held the remote tightly. With his thumb, he pushed firmly on the button. He spoke, but all Furx could hear was the hum of the electromagnets. His eyes went wide as the metal ball pulled the passage of air closed, and in that moment, he felt death draw near.

The next few moments were a buzz of exhilaration. Victor laid into him with fervent desire. Their bodies slapped with each powerful thrust, causing the desk to rock. The ribs in the condom made each moment feel like five, as his anus opened and closed just enough over each bump to send shivers up his spine. The time between breaths grew shorter; the taste of stale air permeating his tongue. He could feel the oxygen slowly fade from the air, replaced with each breath by his own carbon dioxide. None of this scared him. In fact, it thrilled him.

Furx's head swirled with a plethora of emotions. The amazing pleasure of Victor's fucking mingled and teased with the sensation of breathlessness. His cock smacked against the front of the desk with each pounding that Victor gave him, the pre-cum splattered and trickled down slowly. The buzz in his head grew louder as the air grew more stale. The latex grew tight on his cheeks, and he found it harder to spread his jaws.

"How are you... holding up?" Victor asked between breaths. He grunted and paused for a moment. The large lizard's chest expanded and contracted with air. Furx watched him catch his breath with a strange envy. "You aren't dead yet, are you?" He slapped Furx's ass, forcing a muffled and weak cry from the dying lizard. Victor chuckled and rubbed his free hand up and down Furx's back, while slowly rocking his hips back and forth. "It's a shame you had to go this way. I was beginning to enjoy our time together, but alas, science comes with sacrifices."

He laughed, and Furx uncontrollably laughed along. The fire-lizard's laughter became gasps for life, which caught Victor's attention. The dark lizard spoke about how close Furx was to death. His voice was as soft as silk, but as toxic as venom. Furx's body quivered once more as Victor resumed his fucking in earnest. Despite being so close to death, or rather, because of it, Furx found this last fuck to be more exhilarating than any other before it. His heart quickened as it desperately attempted to keep whatever oxygen rich blood it had left flowing, though it was a futile effort. Fire filled Furx's throat like a thousand habanero peppers. With each lust-filled gasp, he took in less and less air. His body fought for every scrap, unable to see the inevitable.

But Furx saw it. It was blissful.

Parts of his body grew numb as the body shut them down. He could no longer feel the floor at his feet, nor the desk on his chest. He could not feel his heart pounding, nor the mask upon his face. However, he could still feel the fire in his lungs and throat and the wonderful pleasure thrusting in and out of him. As his eyes began to fail him, darkness slowly enveloping him like a cool blanket, Furx found the last of his strength pour into his loins. He blew his final load all over the front of the desk, the finale of his existence plastered upon his killer's desk.

Though Victor could not see it, Furx smiled blissfully as he drifted off into darkness. It was a feeling beyond words, and he would never have the chance to attempt to describe them... in this life.

* * * * *

Furx's death was a pleasure to behold on many levels. In his death throes, the fire-lizards muscles tightened exponentially, making the last few thrusts the most pleasurable to behold. It pleased Victor to watch his colleague die, helpless, devoid of any hope of escape, and at his (lack of) mercy. The physical and mental euphoria burst the dam in the lizard's loins, and he filled the condom with several loads of hot semen. Spent and exhausted, Victor set down the remote, and the device on the mask clicked off.

After disposing of the condom, the crafty lizard set out to arrange the scene of his crime in the way he needed it to be. Killing a fellow teacher was grounds for immediate execution, unless of course it could be made to look like an accident. Once everything was in place, the crafty lizard took the nitrous oxide from the counter, and broke the valve. The gas began to leak slowly, and Victor breathed it in carefully. He sighed as the euphoria took him, and soon chuckled wildy, not just from the gas, but from his own triumph.

THE END