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I tapped my fingers on the taxi door, beating in time with pattering rain over the windows. The cold night blanketed the world as signs and streetlights flew by, transient phosphors of pink and blue under the stars. I saw the rusted orange sign of my hotel, tracking it with my pupils as we drove by. A heavy hand patted on my shoulder opposite the window, stirring my attention away to face it. I saw tired eyes looking back at mine, recessed in a pocket of satin scales on each side of his face. Despite how far we’d already gone, I’d only learned the crocodile’s name moments earlier. Sam, he’d told me - a name equally as unfitting as his little cell phone.

I looked at him for a moment, smiling quietly to him. He’d convinced me to stay with him, despite the absurdity of the situation. I turned back, seeing my hotel fade into the distance. I couldn’t place the melancholy I was feeling as it did.

The warm light of a sodium lamp dimly lit the crocodile’s living room, washing out the bluish abyss through the windows. He led me in, his lumbering step oddly quiet as he closed the door behind me. I looked around the bungalow, admiring how modern it was. It was set in white walls and tall panes of glass, hardwood underfoot. As Sam led me to his bedroom, I noticed a tall panther sleeping on the couch, glimmering strands of black fur running over his powerful body. The feline was nearly naked, only wearing a pair of orange boxers for the sake of modesty. Sam caught me staring, dragging me along and whispering.

“Sorry, I should have told you. That’s my roommate, Teon.”

I nodded, following him the last stretch to his bedroom. My eyes tore themselves from the panther, feeling that same strange sadness from before.

In his room, Sam quickly stripped, letting his tan shorts and underwear drop to the floor. I felt flustered watching his nude form reveal itself before me. My admiration of his light chest scales and vent was cut short as he winked at me and crawled under his wrinkled bed sheets. I stood motionless for a moment, soon taking off my own clothes. My pale jeans revealed the skin of my legs, my body hair short and faint but not waxed. Despite our escapades on the flight earlier, I still felt embarrassed at the lack of modesty I was parading. I could feel his eyes on my increasingly naked body, an ill feeling of predation beneath it that made my skin crawl. Regardless, I convinced myself that this was what I needed - I pulled myself under the sheets, resting against his arm in the nook he’d made for my head.

I couldn’t place how I felt. The smell of reptilian musk was wafting through the air, looming over my mind. It was far too familiar to me; For years, I’d slept with a different reptile. I tried to wash the thought out of my mind, attempting to force myself to sleep. Slowly, despite my growing anguish, I let a dreamy ether take hold of me.

Sun glimmered into the living room, a soft blaze of Australian sunlight bathing my black fur. At some point in the night I’d wormed myself into a strangely contorted position, one of my legs dangling from the back of the couch, the other extended along the length of it. I stretched myself, feeling my joints refresh themselves as I rolled my paws. I took a subtle sniff of the air, quickly picking up on something strange. I mulled it over for a moment, taking a while to process the foreign odour. Eventually, I resolved it as the unintrusive scent of a primate - Likely one of Sam’s conquests.

Moments later my suspicions were confirmed as I watched the little human being trotted into the kitchen with Sam lumbering behind. I feigned to not care about my scantily clad condition - although I was blushing under my fur - and sat up. I gave a little staccato wave to the two, a kind smile on my thin lips.

“G‘Morning.”

I watched the human wave back shyly, doing his best to ignore my partial nudity. I stood from the couch, stretched, and began heading to my room. I didn’t dislike sleeping in a bed, but there was something instinctual about stretching myself over irregular objects - in this instance, the couch. As I paced into the hallway soundlessly, I head sam’s grumbling voice call out.

“Hey Teon, I’m taking Ryan out to lunch. He’s moving here, I’m going to show him around. Want to come?”

My footsteps ceased as I considered the offer. I’d planned on toying with my computer that day, but it wasn’t exactly a bad idea to get outside once in a while. Grudgingly, I mumbled my acceptance in defiance of my own interests. I closed my door behind me, stepping in to throw on some clothes. I donned a pair of khaki shorts, completing myself with an unbuttoned flowery shirt. Clothes were mostly a formality for most of us, an act of kindness to species whose natural coverings were minimal. I didn’t wear a shirt all the time, but it was generally rude to lord that over the furless, for example this human - Ryan, apparently.

Dry wind carried the searing heat under our table umbrella, jovially mocking our attempts to block away the sun. Ryan was clearly unacquainted with the bright equatorial daylight, his eyelids squinted despite his hat. I partially unsheathed my claws, scratching at my neckfur as Sam and Ryan chatted. I wasn’t really paying attention, more entranced in my menu than the conversation. There wasn’t too much I could eat here, though, and my perusing eventually withered. I decided to rejoin socialization, smiling and looking up at my companions, one new and one old.

“So, what do you do for a living?” I was always embarrassed for Sam when he spoke. His peculiar jaw made it look rather odd, although some found it inexplicably attractive. Usually little things, like this human. His flat face lit up a little, the croc’s question rousing a cute little laugh from him.

“I don’t want to bore you, so I’ll be quick. I’m a sysadmin for a legal firm.” Seeing the quizzical look on Sam’s face, he retraced his sentiment. “I make the computers happy.”

Sam nodded in delicate understanding. I was much more excited than the reptile, my polite grin becoming real.

“That’s so cool! I’m just getting into linux stuff myself.” I was careful not to overstep my bounds - I didn’t know very much about the operating system, and this guy was a pro. He looked back at me dumbfounded, surprised to meet someone with the faintest familiarity with his career.

“No way, that’s awesome! What distro are you running?”

As our conversation deepened, I watched Sam’s smile turn from genuine to forced. I could feel a bit of tension develop as I crashed their date, but I ignored it. At the very least, I wouldn’t steal Sam’s new toy for too long.

“I know, right? And why are the Arch forum people so mean? They’re robots, I swear!” My giggle punctuated statement was cut short as our waitress approached us. Her expression was welcoming but clearly exhausted from the heat. She glanced around the table, taking our orders as she gestured at each of us with a battered ballpoint pen. Sam and I both ordered the obvious fish - neither of us were built for vegetables or starches - and Ryan ordered some sort of burger. Sam and I teased him for it; Omnivores seemed to always show off by eating meals with every food group imaginable. He took it in stride. I couldn’t really place it yet, but for some reason when he spoke I felt fuzzy. Fuzzier than normal.

The moonlight was glowing orange, the large sphere visible through my window. I lay on the bed, stretching my paws and staring up at it. Ryan had been staying with Sam and I for about a month now, and it was starting to hurt a little. Not the human, of course - It was seeing him and Sam together. At first, I tried to ignore it. I’d find someone else, and I could leave this all behind me. Unfortunately, it wasn’t as easy to block out as I thought. Every time I smelled his skin on the air it felt like a stab wound, and every time I smelled Sam’s musk on him it felt like a gunshot.

I felt the cheap cotton bedsheets beneath me, weighed down by my body. I sat up on the edge of the mattress, my tail absentmindedly dusting it as I looked at my phone. 12:07. I’d been lying in bed for nearly an hour, unable to capture a moment of sleep. I rubbed my eyes, setting my phone back down next to me. My ears perked up unconsciously, hearing a creaking sound across the hall. Although I knew I didn’t want to pry further, my instincts made their say and forced me to take a quiet sniff. I didn’t know if I wanted to gag or touch myself, the potent smell of Ryan and Sam having sex only rooms away clinging to my sinuses.

Unfortunately, I settled somewhere in the middle of the two options. I could feel myself stiffening in my sheath, but I still felt sick to my stomach.

Sam’s gigantic hand cradled my head, his other running up and down my back. His presence was so imposing, so tremendous. I couldn’t ignore him, his body filled my hemisphere of view. It had been like this for weeks, his arms around me, his chest against mine, his tongue rolling over mine, his dick pressing out of his slit against my leg. I could smell the oil of his scales, far more subtle than the stench of his arousal. Every breath carried a nostalgia from my old life, letting me escape for a moment. Thinking was starting to become difficult, so I let myself stop.

Hands roving around my skin, the gentle pressure of sharp claws stinging against my body, Sam felt my entirety. His fleshy cock was pressed up against mine, the electric sensation causing me to shiver in our bittersweet union. I smushed my nose against the scales near his armpit, taking a deep breath and finding that as a reptile his armpits smelled rather benign. Still, there was a dry, waxy musk in the air.

His paw groped our members, contrasting their sizes and pressing them together. His touch was fleeting as he began to steer only his dick, pressing it down and tucking it between my thighs. His sharp teeth nicked at my neck, driving me to clench the bedsheets as he began to thrust. His cock slowly slid between my legs, dragging over my balls and taint with a slight moistness. The slick member was slightly curved, allowing it to poke up between my buttcheeks. Physically, sex with Sam was relatively easy. He took the lead, seeming not to care about how involved I was as long as I gave him some clenches and moans.

The crocodile’s heavy arm rolled me over, demonstrating the strength in his powerful muscles. I could feel his bicep flexing beneath me as I tumbled, my body conveniently landing butt to his slit. He lined his leaking tip up with my tight opening, pressing the tip in and savouring my groan. A broad, meaty tongue began to lap cooly at the nape of my neck, tasting me before Sam’s wide maw leaned in to encompass my neck. His sharp fangs were pricking at my skin, the adrenaline in my veins making me shake in his arms. Fear always amplified the pleasure, but it didn’t necessarily feel good all the time. I calmed my nerves, surrendering to the jaws lightly pressuring around my throat as his short thrusts became deeper, surrounding his crocodilian cockmeat in my warm bowel.

I felt the tingling stretch in my anus as his pink tapered shaft pried further into me, heavy secretions of moist pre sputtering inside me and leaking between my cheeks to ease his entry. I jumped a little bit as Sam’s large hand grabbed my cock and balls, holding them easily in his palm. I moaned as he started kneading them in his digits, a claw occasionally scraping over my scrotum or slick cockhead. He toyed with my frenulum for a moment, the intensely pleasurable itching nearly bringing me to orgasm as his thick member crushed against my prostate. His hand retracted for a moment, soon grasping my dick in a new position, jerking me off in time with his powerful thrusts. He grip was almost painfully strong, my hard cock comparable in size to one of his meaty fingers.

The bite on my neck was rather tame, but as his cock began to throb Sam’s jaw squeezed harder. I yelped in pain as one unfortunate fang pierced my skin, leaving a shallow puncture in its place. He was too enthralled in pleasure to react, growling into my neck as a watery volume of potent jizz began to flood me. My own balls pulled up in the sensation, spilling the ropes of my viscous load into the crocodile’s squeezing paw and seeping around my shaft. The sensation of filling that Sam provided could only be described as intense - an unimaginable pressure gushing into my body, the coolness of his spunk sending a tingling feeling through my walls. As I panted, Sam’s hand wiped my dick clean, bringing my load to his maw to lick my ejaculation off. A moment later, the muscular arm wrapped around my chest, giving me a tight squeeze as his cock continued to pump cum into my body.

“I love you.”

Sam’s words made my mind race. I wasn’t ready for this - I didn’t know if I ever would be. I squirmed, loosening his grip on my body and feeling his long cock start to worm its way out of my body. I didn’t know what to say, my heart hammered in my chest replacing my thoughts. I deflected a reply, sitting up on the edge of the bed as I spoke.

“I think I’m bleeding. I should clean myself up.” I brought a finger to my wound, feeling a trickle of blood drooling from the puncture. The bite wasn’t particularly bad - it had just barely broken the skin, but I needed to get out of there before he forced a sincere reply from me.

Sam sat up, propping himself on an arm as he extended the other to my neck. My shadow was cast on his chest in the bright moonlight, a distraught expression growing on his face as he realized what he’d done.

“Fuck, I’m so sorry! I didn’t realize how hard I was biting, fuck, are you okay? I’ll help clean you up! I’m sorry! I didn-”

“It’s okay, really.” I had to cut him off before he had a heart attack. I squeezed his hand in mine, forcing a smile as I stood up and put my housecoat on. Although I was pretending everything was alright, I was secretly clenching myself to keep his enormous load from leaking out of me.

“If I wasn’t enjoying it I’d have told you to stop, Sam. Don’t worry about it.”

My words seemed to calm him. I didn’t mind rough sex at all - obviously, it was a big turn on of mine. I walked out into the hallway, soon entering the bathroom and turning on the fluorescent lights. Their bluish glow was straining on my eyes, guiding me to the medicine cabinet to find a bottle of rubbing alcohol. I took more time than I needed to tend to my wound, hoping that Sam would fall asleep by the time I returned. Eventually, I crawled back into bed, trying not to wake him. Falling asleep was difficult. All I could think about was what - or rather who - I was running from.