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The sky seemed to be in a delicate state, clouds drifting freely, some turning a dark grey, while in other areas the light blue of sky could be seen. Arlen hoped that it wouldn't rain, it would ruin his trip. He had been told about a species, found in the forests near a small town on the Crescent Isles, which was said to greatly resemble his own. They were said to be reptilian like, and from what he had heard they were almost identical to him. He had leapt at the opportunity to see them, and quickly rushed over there as fast as he could, getting on the first boat heading over there. He had taken one of his best cameras, a rather expensive piece, and a few items in case of an emergency, such as a satellite phone, a basic medical pack, and a GPS locator.

Time passed slowly on his way there, and he found himself stalking across the ship, unable to sit still for long. It had been a while since he was this excited about work, and he had even passed up them paying for the trip if he had waited another week. He had always been over excitable by wild animals, and now to learn that there could be the origins of his own species, he was metaphorically through the roof. He had told his boss that he would pay for all he expenses himself, and even after being warned that he would have to go alone he still wouldn't change his mind.

After finally arriving at his destination, he felt strangely tired from all of the pacing he had done, and decided that he would stay a night in town before heading out to try and find anything. The town was small, but fairly modern, with a small supermarket, and even a few hotels, which looked like they hadn't seen a visitor in quite a while. It was at one of the hotels he decided to stay. He didn't have much luggage, and quickly dumped his bags in his room, heading towards what appeared to be a pub, to try and find out more about sightings of the rumoured creatures.

People seemed reluctant to talk to him, a few of them even shying away from him. His species wasn't that uncommon, but since arriving on the island he hadn't seen a single other person that shared he species. People started to warm up to him after a while though, most of them wanting to ask if he came from the forests. That sent him into a frenzy of questions, asking whether people had actually seen them or not, where they had reportedly been sighting, and if anyone knew anything about their habits. No one seemed to know much though, always referencing a friend's cousin or some other unreliable source.

He was still determined though, and after saying his goodbyes headed back to the hotel, planning on sleeping early so that he could rise earlier, hoping to try and catch the creatures waking, going about their daily live. He actually surprised himself with how quickly he became tired, expecting to have had to lie down for ages to try and beat his excitement. His dreams were littered with images of feral reptilians, ancient but complex buildings, and being able to establish communication with them.

He woke early, just as he had planned, and quickly wolfed down breakfast, brushed his teeth, quickly showered, and practically ran out the door. He earned a few strange looks from early risers, but ignored them, instead heading towards one of the shady outcroppings of trees where there was apparently many sightings of them. He pulled out a small metal looking ball, no larger than his thumb, and twisted the top half of it. This was a GPS marker, and would help him find his way back to town after he was done studying the creatures.

He didn't even let the thought that he wouldn't find them enter his head, and after placing the small metal ball in some bushes he quickly walked off into the trees. It was dark in the forest, much darker than he had expected, and he had to strain himself to see in certain areas, jumping at every shadow that he thought looked even remotely like a person. After a solid two hours of walking, he sat down for a break, resting on an old tree that looked to have toppled over some time ago. He pulled out his water canteen, drinking deeply from it and gasping for breath afterwards. Sitting on the tree was uncomfortable, the scratchy bark poking at the sensitive underside of his tail, but he needed to rest his feet for a while.

The break lasted five minutes, before he decided to start moving again, dropping another metal ball on the ground. He rubbed at his tail while he walked, cleaning off the bark that had stuck to it, barely even watching where he was walking, which led him down a hill, very quickly down a hill. He groaned as he reached the bottom, feeling several sticks poking into his ribs as he lay on the ground. He pulled his knees up under himself, slowly standing and brushing the leaves that were now littered all over his clothes.

There was a small scrape along his left forearm, but nothing to serious, and after applying a quick bandage he was on his way again, this time watching his step. His next break came another hour later, and he was starting to wonder if there was anything in the entire forest but him, having not seen another life form other than a few birds. He found a soft spot of grass, actually in a spot of sunlight, and sat down for a while, taking in his surroundings. The jungle was peaceful and quiet, but that wasn't what he wanted, he wanted to find something interesting.

He just had no idea how close he was. After dropping another one of the metal balls he started walking again, drinking from his canteen on the go. There was a thick wall of trees ahead of him, and he started to manoeuvre to get around them, but stopped in his tracks when something caught his eye. He could have sworn he just saw movement through the trees. He squinted his eyes, trying to make out something in the darkness, and saw a shadow move. He was certain that it moved, and without thought was pushing through the thick wall of trees, which was almost ten metres until he wasn't squeezing through the rough bark.

On the other side he felt his breath catch in his throat. There was a large expanse of grass, not a single tree for at least one hundred metres in every direction, but that wasn't what had stopped his breath. There in front of him, barely twenty metres away, were a group of reptilians, chasing after each other in what he assumed was some sort of game. He quickly pulled his cumbersome backpack around, rummaging through it to find his camera. He ducked down, trying to steady his hands as he started taking pictures.

The resemblance between them and him was almost uncanny. There were some slight differences, such as the small horns some of them seemed to have on their head, and the tail length was another, their tails being much longer that his. He zoomed in for some closer pictures, blushing a little as he realised that none of them wore any sort of coverings. One of his original worries was that they would be hostile, but he could see none of that, instead they just seemed to be running around with each other. Almost all of them had horns on their heads, save for one of them, who seemed to be the focus of their game.

He assumed they must be some sort of leader or something, and quickly snapped some close ups of them, before they ran off into the forest, pursued by one of the others. The remaining ones collected themselves in a large group, sitting and lying about the ground in whatever positions they thought was comfortable. Arlen was sure that he could hear noise coming from them, and suddenly realised that they must be talking to each other. He slowly made his way closer to them, leaving his backpack against the trees.

He was certain he could hear them now, but they didn't seem to be talking, or using vocal chords at all, besides the occasional chirping noise. They were also making strange clicking noises, and Arlen tried to make sense of it. The noises seemed simply enough, and he tried some of them quietly under his breath. They felt strange rolling off his tongue, and he couldn't seem to copy the strange chirping noises they were making. He focused instead on his camera, making sure that it was quiet, snapping pictures of them.

He was only ten metres away now, making sure to crouch low in the long grass. He was lucky enough that most of them were facing away from him, but unlucky enough that one managed to spot him anyway. They quickly stood up, communicating something to the others, who also quickly stood up to look in his direction. Having been discovered he didn't bother trying to stay hidden anymore, instead standing up, letting his camera hang around his neck on a small black cord. He held his hands out in front of him to try and show that he didn't mean harm.

They seemed stunned more than anything else, staring at him as he stared back, until one of them moved. That one movement seemed to send all of them into motion, and he could barely count three seconds before he was surrounded by them. Oddly enough they seemed to sniff at him, some nudging at his clothes, while others still seemed to find his head interesting. One of them raised its voice, or whatever it had, and the others quieted down listening. They seemed to be making some sort of comparison between his clothes and leaves, he assumed the thought he was wearing leaves, or something of the sort.

The one that had raised their voice grabbed at his shirt after that, making Arlen stumble back a step, into the helpful hands of one of the others, who buried their nose in his neck before he pulled away. Arlen mumbled to himself for a moment, drawing a silence before trying out some of the noises he had heard. The feral reptilians seemed very interested in this, several of them trying to direct noises at him. He had no idea what they were saying, but they seemed to understand some of the clicking noises he was making.

He tried piecing together their reactions to certain noises. There was a strange one that they all seemed very interested about, clicking his tongue at the back of his mouth before sliding it forwards, making a hissing sort of sound. They repeated the same noise back at him after that, and he smiled, having achieved some sort of communication, even if he didn't know what he was saying. They still seemed interested in his clothes, so he dug through his pockets to see if there was anything they would like to examine.

He didn't have much though, besides his GPS, and he wasn't going to hand that over to them. Not only was it his way back, but he didn't think that they should be seeing technology. He thought for a moment, before deciding that he would be able to spare one of the buttons off his shirt. He grabbed at the uppermost one, poking at the string with one of his dull claws, until it popped free. He had noticed that their claws also looked much sharper, and more dangerous than his.

His shirt shifted a bit, opening up at the top where the button was missing. He held his hand with the button in it out, letting one of them grab it, but they still seemed more fascinating with how his shirt worked. He was trying to think of a way to communicate, like with gestures, when one of them reached forward, grabbing at one of the other buttons on his shirt and quickly pulling it off. And then another took one, then another, then another, and soon enough his shirt was left wide open, baring his chest to the warm air.

He thought about the trouble it would be trying to fix the shirt, and instead decided that he would give it to them. He had another one back in his backpack that he could go and get later. He slowly pulled his arms through the short sleeves in his shirt, passing it to one of them after he had taken it off. Several of them grouped together to feel at the shirt, and he pulled up his camera to take another picture.

They really seemed to notice it after that, trying to grab at it, leaving Arlen to try and keep it out of their reach. He succeeded, partially, having thrown it a few metres away, grimacing as it hit the ground. He hoped that it wasn't broken, but at least none of the ferals seemed to be going after it. He was surprised with another bout of sniffing now, many of them touching at his chest and back. One had picked up his tail, and called out, leaving Arlen to try and ignore the slightly ticklish sensation as they ran their hands along the underside of his tail.

They seemed interested in his pants now, but he was fairly determined to keep them on. Their largest current fascination was his tail, and he was beginning to find it annoying, the way that they tugged and pulled at it. One of them tugged particularly hard, making him shout out in surprise as he fell to the ground. This seemed to be some sort of signal for the others though, as they were soon all grabbing at him. He was worried that they were angry at him, and hoped that they wouldn't hurt him.

He tried to sit up, but the press of bodies seemed too tight for that, so instead he rolled over onto his stomach, crawling between the legs of a few, until he was back in the clear. His hands had dirt all over them so he went to wipe them on his shirt, only to remember that he was no longer wearing one, and instead wiped it off on his pants. His pants that were suddenly fascinating again. These creatures were certainly seemed to be primitive. He sighed as he felt them grabbing at the cloth of his jeans, and yelped when one suddenly poked its sharp claws through the cloth.

They had barely touched his skin, but it had frightened him. He went to try and pull their hand away, only to have them move it downwards instead, shredding the cloth. It looked like they were going to ruin his pants now as well. Maybe they thought of him like one of their leaders, and wanted him to be comfortable? He decided that was probably what was happening, and gave into them. If he hadn't have acted then, he probably wouldn't have had any pants left anyway, with one side of them now just cloth shreds.

He sat down on the ground, pulling at his shoes as they all tried to keep level with him. After removing them he began removing his pants, a blush lighting his face as he imagined how he must look right now. He set them aside carefully after he had managed to get them off, and started to feel extremely self-conscious as they all quietly stared at him. He at least still had a pair of loose boxer shorts on, so he wasn't completely exposed, but he still felt ridiculous.

He stood up again, trying to see if he could see that other one he saw before, without the horns, but found out that he should have remained sitting. As soon as he stood up one of them had grabbed at his tail, but instead of tugging on it, this time they pulled it up, sticking their nose straight under it. Arlen quickly jumped forwards at that, his blush getting deeper. He let out a small gasp when he felt something warm run along the underside of his tail, right at the base, and turned his head to see one of them with their nose buried under there again.

He was glad for his boxers, as he felt their tongue trying to explore deeper along his tail. He couldn't help but feel small amounts of pleasure coming from the tongue though. He went to step away again, but one of them seemed to have grabbed hold of his boxer shorts, sending him sprawling into the grass, and his boxer shorts half way down his legs. This fact wasn't lost on the ferals though, and they quickly had them completely removed.

Arlen had nothing to stop the tongue this time, and he felt it push first against his tail hole, the reach around to his slit, making him give a loud involuntary moan. He could feel himself getting hard, and tried again to crawl away, only to have that tongue probing at him again, making his back arch in bliss as it poked into his slit, wriggling around. He was quickly reduced to a panting mess, and looked up to see more than half of the creatures around him with half hard erections.

His blush couldn't have gotten any deeper; at least that's what he thought, until he found himself breathing in the heady musk from a member that had been shoved under his nose. He looked at it for a while, then, feeling that tongue push into his tail hole, opened his mouth wide in a moan. The feral reptilian seemed to take this as a sign, and quickly plugged Arlen's mouth with his member. Despite what he thought, he began sucking on the member, his hips grinding back against the tongue that was pushing into him. That amazing tongue pulled back though, and only when Arlen felt the warmth of the feral against his back did he understand what was happening.

He attempted to look over his shoulder, but the thick member in his mouth held him in place. He could feel something poking around under his tail now, and he didn't have to think very hard to know what it was. He felt it poke around at his tail hole a bit, then move up to his slit, where his own member was starting to emerge. They didn't seemed to notice though, and started slowly pushing themselves into it, squishing Arlen's half hard member against the sensitive insides of his slit.

He moaned around the cock in his mouth as the other began sinking into him. He had never felt anything like it, and was fairly sure that he would never have even thought of anything like it. The member in his mouth started thrusting now, rubbing against the roof of his mouth and his tongue, making the reptilian that owned it hiss in pleasure. The one that had thrust into his slit now started thrusting as well, though a fair bit rougher than the one in his mouth, making him moan again.

His own member had no room to grow, even though he was feeling intense pleasure. He could feel their hard cock rubbing against his own partly hard one, and the friction felt amazing. The feral that was trusting in his mouth suddenly jerked his hips rapidly, and Arlen strongly tasted their seed, before swallowing it down. He hoped the other one wouldn't be so quick, but didn't have much time to think as another one was already poking at his mouth with their member.

He opened his mouth and took it in, eagerly lapping at it. The one that was thrusting into him didn't seem to be able to last long, and they soon emptied themselves inside him, leaving him moaning and gasping at the intense pressure he felt. He was about to release, but then they pulled out of him, leaving his member to quickly spring from his slit, dripping copious amounts of seed that wasn't even his own.

He whined at the feeling of loss, only to feel another feral climb up behind him, their cock quickly looking for his slit, only to find that it couldn't enter. They didn't seem to have a problem though, and instead started pushing themselves into his tail hole, making his mouth open wide around the member he was sucking in a silent moan. They were being surprisingly gentle, and he squeezed his muscles around the invading cock, trying to coax it in deeper.

He could hear those similar chirping noises from before, and looked to the side, seeing several of the other ferals mounting each other, while others looked at him hungrily. He didn't want to disappoint, so he reached out with one hand, grabbing at the nearest cock he could see, and started stroking along it. He could feel the member retreating from his tail hole, and felt a lonely emptiness for a moment, before it slammed back in, making him rock forwards from the force. He barely had a chance to moan, with his breath being driven out of him by the force of the pounding he was receiving.

He could feel his member dripping pre, but doubted that it would be noticeable, as large amounts of seed were still dripping from his slit, sliding down his member. The one that was thrusting into him was thrusting very deep, and very hard now, sending jolts along Arlen's body every time their hips connected. The one that was thrusting into his mouth looked like he found it deeply pleasing; his eyes scrunched shut as Arlen's mouth was forced onto and off of his member.

Arlen found himself getting close, moaning around the member in his mouth, his muscles tightly clenching around the cock that was forcing pleasure into his body. He moaned louder as he felt them hit that special spot inside him, making him see stars for a moment, but with their relentless pounding, they hit it a few more times in quick succession, turning Arlen into a mindless ball of pleasure for a moment, his member twitching and throbbing as it sent his seed across the ground and onto his chest.

He felt his arms wobbling under himself, and quickly pulled his mouth back off the member that he was sucking on so that they wouldn't be injured. To his surprise though, he saw them begin to stroke themselves on top of him, with quick, rapid, hand movements, until their body tensed up, sending their seed splattering over him. He could still feel a cock pounding at his hand, and felt a warmth spread deeply through his rear. The coldness of his tail hole had him wiggling his hips to quickly get another one onto him, and there still seemed many willing candidates.

His own member had shrunk back into his slit, and while his newest mate was thrusting into his tail hole, he felt another position itself at his slit. He winced slightly as the member was roughly shoved into his over sensitive slit, feeling his own member quickly try to harden again at the sudden stimulation. He let out a long sigh, or tried to, instead letting out several quick huffs as his body was pounded into the ground. His mind went into a sort of shutdown mode at that point, not able to focus on what was happening, only feeling the intense pleasure from having his slit and his rear stuffed at the same time.

When he finally came back, he could only feel one of them pounding inside his tail hole, and looked around to see most of the others asleep, a few still taking their pleasures. Arlen felt like his stomach was going to burst, and raised himself onto his elbows to look down along his chest. His slit looked as if it was absolutely overflowing with seed, and if the large puddle on the ground was anything to go by, then it was. His stomach looked like he had eaten a family meal all to himself, and he found that he was almost covered head to toe in seed.

He sighed as he felt the feral pull out of his tail hole, feeling cum dripping from it in a small rivulet, running down his thighs. He rolled onto his back after that, feeling one of the ferals grab onto him as they fell asleep. It was only now, with every one of the ferals showing at least some of their members, that he realised that only the males must have horns. He let the though slip away though, focussing on the warm pool building at the base of his tail. A big grin crossed his face for a moment, as he remembered that he had a full week before someone else got here, and he wondered about what sort of fun he could get up to before then.