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The soft glow of my phone screen was the only source of light on the empty street. My breath hitched as I kept walking, the darkness being the least of my concerns.

I sped up, aiming for the single street light that was still some distance away. My eyes darted downward, scanning my phone for the time. "Ten-thirteen, shit," I muttered, shoving my phone in my pocket. In hindsight, it hadn't been my best idea to dwell for so long at the library. Even more so when it meant I had to walk back to the dorms alone.

Out of nowhere, a powerful boom echoed all around me, just about giving me a heart attack. A swift glimpse at the sky was enough to tell me rain was in my immediate future. "Dammit, and I'm not even halfway back yet."

While I wasn't enthusiastic to leave my well-lit spot, I decided I'd prefer to stay as dry as possible. Taking off into a sprint, I pumped my legs as fast as they would go, practically bounding down the street. Luckily for me, I inherited my strong legs from my mother and I made some decent headway.

It wasn't too long before I felt the first small drop of rain hit my fur. I was grateful that I was near my dorm, and with any luck I'd be in my room, nestled under a warm blanket in no time.

I froze. Suddenly aware of the man standing a few feet ahead of me. His large form turned to face me, and I got my first good glimpse of him. It was clear, even from this distance that he was taller than me, and quite a bit stockier.

A sly smile crossed his green lips, revealing his sharp teeth. "Hey there, what brings a cute roo such as yerself out here at this time of night?"

This was bad. My heart raced. "Uh, well it looks like rain so I was trying to get home before I got drenched," was all I could spurt out.

"I see. Well, it doesn't look like you'll make it back before that happens." He replied, taking a step closer.

As if on cue, a torrent of rain erupted from the sky, covering the street with its ferocity. Without thinking, I bolted for a nearby outcropping, hoping to use it as cover from the rain.

"Lucky for you," He continued, "I live just down the street." His voice was low, guttural even.

I gulped, taking a step away from the man. "T-that's okay. I'll be fine."

The man donned a smirk, and took another step towards me. Upon closer inspection, I realized that the man looked very familiar. Squinting, I leaned in closer. "Eh, something on my face kid?"

Backing up, I tried to remember where I'd seen him before when it hit me. "Oh, did you used to work at my college? A janitor or something?"

I watched as the gator gave me another once over eyes fixated on my chest. "Oh, right, West Bridge, yeah I did. Didn't notice the hoodie till now." He motioned at the hoodie I was wearing. "Worked there for a few months, got laid off."

The rain was coming down as hard as ever, filling the streets with water, a low fog starting to cover the ground.

For a time, neither of us said a thing. The rain pelted the street as hard as ever, filling the streets with water, a low fog starting to cover the ground. A low boom of thunder echoed across the sky, which caused me to flinch.

"Come on kid, we'll both be soaked if we stay out here any longer. I told ya, I live right over here."

My eyes glanced at the street, and I sighed. "Sure," I surrendered.

"Good. Good. My apartment is over here." He motioned to a nearby building that had definitely seen better days. I nodded, trying my best to avoid the onslaught of rain while I followed the man.

The interior of the building did little to relieve me of my contempt. Its walls crumbling and stains littering the floors. The inside was dimly lit, but I with enough light for me to make out that the man was indeed a gator. Even if it did me little good to come to that realization.

The two of us traversed the narrow halls, more than a few occupants standing in their doorways. As we passed a puff of smoke blew into my face, causing me to gag a bit as I swiped it away. The entire building gave off an eerie vibe and it was clear this wasn't the sort of place I belonged.

As I glanced ahead, I observed the gator who seemed unaware of my predicament as he never reduced his pace. This whole situation seemed uncomfortable, and I thought of speaking up. Ultimately I chose not to and simply followed behind.

After a few flights of stairs, the gator stopped in front of a dirty, wooden door. Turning to face me, I noted the softer expression on his face. "'Ere we are."

The door swung open, revealing a small, dingy apartment. Only a faint fluorescent light barely hanging in the kitchen to light it. It was messy. That much was obvious. Several beer cans and cigarette butts lay scattered across the floor. Stains decorated the carpet, and I flinched when I saw a roach skitter across the table.

Much to my amazement, the place didn't have a foul odor to it. In fact, it almost smelled good.

"Eh, don't just stand there ogling it, c'min."

I jumped, not even realizing I had been standing in the doorway staring. A firm hand on my shoulder pulled me inside, the other closing the door behind me.

"It ain't much, but it'll keep ya dry at least. Throw that hoodie anywhere ya want."

My mind wandered as I scanned over the room, trying to find an acceptable place to store my hoodie. Most of the room was full of used cans and dirty dishes.

I pulled my red West Bridge University hoodie up and over my head. The collar brushing against my ears, causing them to spring out. Placing it on the doorknob I turned back to face my host.

Sometime in my searching, the gator had slipped out of his black leather jacket. Instead donning a light brown tank top and some boxers that I assumed used to be white. The tank seemed like it barely fit over his stocky frame, a bit of his belly jutting out.

All too aware that I was now staring, I averted my gaze.

The gator plopped down on a nearby recliner, opening a beer. "So, what's yer name kid?"

"A-Avery," I stammered out, hiding my face in my paws.

I was acting like a schoolgirl, and I hated myself for it. For whatever reason, this guy was flustering me.

"Cute name fer a cute roo. Go on Avery, take a seat anywhere. No need to be shy."

Begrudgingly, I took a seat on a stool in the kitchen, with it being the cleaner of the various options. A soft humming noise emanated from the light above my head.

The gator chuckled, taking another sip from his can. "Kid, I ain't gonna bite you. Unless ya want me to." He burst into laughter, filling the entire room.

I pulled my tail around my chest, trying my best to keep it from dragging on the floor. Honestly, I hadn't pictured my night going this way. It was bad enough without the innuendo.

Rain proceeded to pelt the window, a flash of lightning streaking across the night sky. It was clear that I wasn't heading home anytime soon.

My eyes followed a cockroach that skittered across the floor, which sent a shudder through my body. Gazing up, I noticed that the gator had turned his attention to me.

"Sorry bout the mess, shoulda said somethin'." He extended his hand and grabbed a cigar, promptly lighting it up and slouching back in the chair. "So, ya said yer in college or somethin'? Whadayastudy?"

"Paranormal Studies..." I spat out, "Though it's not my major or anything. Just sounded like a cool thing to take."

"Eh? Ghosts and whatnot?" Another chuckle slipped from his maw. "They really will teach kids anything these days."

An agitated sigh slipped from my maw, "So uh, mind if I ask your name?" I added, trying to change the subject.

"Shane."

"Well, nice to meet you."

We sat in silence for a time. His gaze firmly directed towards the television which I just realized was on. I shifted restlessly on my chosen seat, reaching into my pant pocket and grabbing my phone. There weren't any missed calls or texts, which wasn't abnormal. Feeling like I should let my roommate know of my predicament, I sent a quick text telling him not to wait up.

Placing my phone back in my pocket, I turned my head to Shane, who seemed to be focusing solely on the television now. Seeing an opportunity, I stood up and made my way to the couch, which had seen better days. I glared at the stains, trying my best to avoid them as I sat down.

Shane's gaze followed me as I shoved some of the stuff to the side, a weird grin plastered on his face.

"What?"

"You got a cute face."

I felt my cheeks burn, turning away immediately. This gator was clearly drunk off his ass or something.

The gator erupted into laughter, "I'm just teasing ya," He took a swig from his can, holding it out to me. "You want some?"

I swiftly shook my head. "I'm good thanks."

Shane shrugged, taking another swig. "Suit yerself," A loud burp followed as he turned his attention back to the television.

My gaze stayed fixated on the gator for some time. If he noticed, he didn't say anything. He stretched his thick arms above his head, the tank he wore lifting up slightly. I didn't want to stare, but I found myself unable to avert my eyes.

I definitely misjudged the guy, he wasn't the pervert I had him figured for. However, the night was still young.

A heavy slurp came from his muzzle, having finished off the last of his beer. I heard him mumble about being out of booze. He struggled to pull himself up from the chair. Considering I should do something, I shot up and offered him an arm. Which he took without question. "Thanks, kid."

Seconds passed, and he didn't release my arm. A part of me wanted to speak up, but the rest of me didn't care. Rather, I stood there, my eyes fixated on his large gut.

The gator cleared his throat, interrupting my reverie.

"I uh... Sorry, I shouldn't be staring." I tried pulling my arm away, having never felt a stronger urge to flee in my life.

A dirty grin crossed the gator's face, "If yer gonna stare at it, you might as well get a closer look."

Before I could object, the gator's strong hands gripped the back of my head and pulled me into his gut. The scents assaulted my nose all at once. Smelling of cigars, beer and strangely enough, lavender.

Whatever it was, it felt amazing and I found myself intoxicated. My muzzle buried into his gut, sending shivers down my spine. The smell was exhilarating.

My paws glided along his scaled skin, up under his shirt, exploring every inch of his chest. Shane didn't seem to mind my eagerness, letting out a few moans as I continued.

The gator's large hands drifted down my back and pulled me up towards his armpits. I flicked out my tongue and gave it a lingering lick. Meanwhile, his scaled hands went further down my back and grabbed my gray Yoshi shirt. In an instant I was shirtless, my shirt flung to the side.

Under normal circumstances, I'd be insecure about being shirtless in front of a complete stranger. However, I felt a strange sense of security with him. The sensation was difficult to describe.

We kept up our actions for a time. Something about his scent just excited me, eliciting feelings I never knew I had. Not that I'd had many sexual experiences.

Shane grunted softly as I shifted to his left nipple, taking it in my muzzle and sucking on it.

All of a sudden, Shane pulled my face back. "Hold up a sec kid. Let's move into somewhere more comfortable."

I nodded, taking the offered hand and getting on my feet. He motioned, leading me into his bedroom.

Upon entering his bedroom, the first thing I noticed was how much cleaner it was. Notably, when compared to the rest of the apartment. Deciding my eyes deceived me, I blinked rapidly, forcing a double take.

"Eh, I ain't much for cleaning, but I do have some class," Shane paused, turning to face me. "Wouldn't want the room to be messy in case I found a potential fuck."

I took another glimpse around the room. Aside from the king size bed, there wasn't much. A wooden side table near the front of the bed held up a small, green lamp. The bathroom was to the right, barely visible from where I stood.

"It's definitely a nice room," I commented, feeling awkward.

"It gets the job done." The large gator plopped down on the foot of the bed. "So, whattaya say we continue?"

Again, I nodded. Taking a few steps towards the gator.

If I was being honest, I'd say I was pretty nervous. It wasn't often that I fooled around with guys. Not that I had ever been with a woman either. Sure, I'd dated girls, but I never felt a connection. Shortly after my last breakup I'd realized I was into guys and hadn't looked back since.

"Ya just gonna stand there and gawk at me? Or are we gonna do this?"

I shook my head violently, "Oh sorry!"

I swallowed hard, moving in front of the gator. I dropped to my knees, extended one paw towards his boxers and gripped the sides. Within seconds, they were at his feet and I could finally see it.

Protruding from a small slit, his lengthy cock stood at full attention a small bit of pre dripping from the tip. Extending a paw, I grasped the girthy cock gently and brushed a finger across the tip.

I held my gaze on the gator's member and flicked my tongue across it. The sensitive organ pulsed and a modest amount of pre trickled out. Which I lapped up right away.

Several scents bombarded my nostrils, giving me a high like I'd never experienced. Until now, I hadn't been fond of cigars. Something about the way it mixed with his own scent gave me chills.

"Enjoying yerself down there kid?" My eyes opened, I forced them upwards. "Don't stop on my account." A faint snicker slipped out of him.

Heat rose in my cheeks and I feigned a smile. "Sorry, I've just never done this sort of thing before."

"Eh? Yer a virgin?" A quizzical expression crossed his face.

"Technically yes," I admitted.

"Technically?"

"Well, I've given blowjobs but that's about it. Once I sort of... frotted with a guy."

Shane burst into laughter, "I had you pegged as a virgin. Don't bother me, though."

I sighed. Unsure if I should continue.

"Get on with it, do what ya want."

With his permission locked in stone, I resumed my actions. Placing my paws on either side of his hips, I went down on his length. It took some effort, but I finally swallowed him. For reasons I couldn't fathom, the taste was more satisfying than the scent, if that were possible. .

The thickness of his cock nearly seemed too much for me, since I gagged multiple times. However, I found myself determined to take all of it. I worked up a rhythm, sucking faster with every second. Precum drizzled onto my tongue, sliding down my throat as I continued.

Meanwhile, I overheard recurring moans and grunts emanating from the gator, who pumped into my muzzle. At some point during my activities, his hands found my head and encouraged me.

I almost didn't notice that one of his feet had made its way to my crotch, pressing down gently. A shiver went down my spine, his foot began to rub faster along my crotch.

Somehow, his foot had pulled down my boxers and forced my member to spring free. A shudder went through my body as he rubbed along the top of my balls. The gator didn't seemed phased by my package, instead, he kept up his motions and his foot went to my cock, rubbing faster.

It didn't take long for the first wave of cum to erupt from my cock, spraying all across his foot. I heard a soft chuckle from the gator as I strived to catch my breath, my muzzle still locked onto the cock.

Before long, I heard a loud groan from him as his cock started to pulse. Wave after wave of cum spurted into my muzzle. I did my best to swallow it, but a few drops made their way onto my chin.

Once I was finished cleaning him, strong hands pulled me onto the bed and right next to him. "That's good kid, you really know yer stuff."

I smiled as best I could, "Thanks. I've had some practice."

"It shows." A grin crossed his face, "But don't think I'm done with you yet."

Something about the way he said that filled me with dread, and I gulped. What in the world had I gotten myself into?