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You realize it was a mistake to come here, but what choice did you have? You had to leave after they made you their scapegoat--not really fair considering they were in on it too. Still, you had quickly found that any protests of innocence were met with violence. With everyone turning against you, you had to flee on a stolen horse, the fastest in the town. Still they pursued you and you lost your advantage of speed when your newly acquired mount fled back towards home as soon as it was given an opportunity to do so. With only a half-completed map to guide you, you walked through wild woods with your betrayers ever at your heels. Finally, you were given an opportunity to escape your pursuers for good when you stumbled across ruins of rusted metal. At first you were fearful because you knew what that meant, everyone with a shred of sense does: remnants of the Iron Lords, though whether it be one of their great palaces or libraries you can't tell due to its sorry state. Only the insane or desperate would dare walk among them--and when you entered, you proved you were both.

You traveled through the ruins, eyes and ears alert despite your weariness. Still, you felt your guard begin to drop when you found the ruins just that--ruins. None of the Iron Lords' machinations survived amongst this place and whatever enchantments they had set among their decaying structures had long since faded away. There was no danger here, and when you heard the voices of your pursuers, you realized there was no safety either. You ran at the sound of their horses' hooves and you lost all hope when their pursuit drew closer. Somehow they knew you had come here and like you they had overcome their fear of the place because they hated you so. Still, you did not give up and it seemed your perseverance was rewarded when you came across an iron door, standing alone, polished brass handle gleaming in the late afternoon sun. Looking at it, you knew you had been wrong about this place--some of the Iron Lords' magic remained. The door would lead somewhere else even though there was nowhere it could lead but the patchy grass surrounding it, or so you hoped. You had heard stories of others stepping through similar doors and finding themselves in some place different; that was, if they returned from their strange journey. You knew you had to go through; you had no choice.

Thus, you sprinted towards the door with a glance over your shoulder. You spotted your pursuers and by their angry shouts you knew they had spotted you. With trembling hands, you turned that freshly oiled handle and swung the door ajar. You didn't even examine your sanctuary before entering, instead giving your pursuer the rudest gesture you can imagine. Then you leapt into the room, glad to find yourself landing solidly on both feet. You turned around to close the door and were surprised to find it already shut. The other side of the door is much worse for wear; you tried the scratched and darkened brass handle and can barely move it. You grunted and attempted to force it open with the practical application of your shoulder to surface, but this has the same level of success. You thought this might be for the better until you turned around and saw your surroundings for the first time. In that moment, in this now, you realize it might have been a mistake to come here.

There really isn't much to your new surroundings: four rust-stained walls, the door, and smooth white floors that glow, providing enough light for you to make out all these details. In addition, they're slightly heated, which you can feel through your ragged leather boots. It only takes a few steps to move from one end to the other of the symmetric room. You put your right hand on the wall and pull it away, leaving it covered with a fine layer of rust. Anger surges through you. You didn't run all this way to starve to death confined within a room the Iron Lords' servants no doubt had used as storage. With an angry yell you turn back to the door and dash towards it. You slam into with all your strength and you laugh when it bursts off its hinges. It falls with a clatter onto luminous white floor. You quickly realize your situation has not bettered. All you've managed to do is reveal a room similar to the one you just left including another door, though there is something extra to this room that immediately grabs your attention.

An object covered by a cloth leans against the right uppermost corner of the room. You approach it carefully. Curiosity may have killed the cat, but they have nine lives. You only have one and it's already on the line. Again, you have no choice. Whatever is beneath the cloth might guide your way out or at least provide a clue.

When you're close enough, you reach your right hand forward and clutch at the cloth. The cloth isn't dusty, though the rust on your hand does blemish it. You quickly pull the cloth off and step back at the same time. The cloth falls to the floor with nary a sound, revealing a mirror slightly taller and wider than you. Its frame is of ebony wood, but that's not what interests you--it's your reflection.

You really do look terrible, but what did you expect? You haven't had the niceties of civilization for a few days and you've been hounded for all that time. Thus it's no surprise you look little better than quarry. You touch a hand to your lightly bearded face with its long, unkempt hair and shake your head. It was not the time to focus on your appearance. It was nice to see yourself, but your reflection would do nothing to aid in your escape and neither would the mirror. You turn your head to look at the door when you suddenly notice something move in the mirror out of the corner of your eye. Just as you realize it was probably just yourself, your gaze falls on something that wasn't there before.

Staring back at you with white, pupiless eyes is a creature humanoid in appearance, though it is certainly less than human. It smiles at you, a smile gracing its lizardlike head, its clawed hands pressing up against the mirror's glass. You move your gaze down it's naked indigo-scaled body, past a pair of perky breasts, and to its crotch, where the sight of its slick slit confirm that it's a she. But who is she?

You take a step back. The lizard licks the glass and then does as you do, her hips and tail swaying as she mirrors your action. You regard her, momentarily unsure what to do. Despite yourself, you feel your member growing hard at the sight of her, this strange female. Her presence makes you wonder where the door actually took you. The lack of inaction from the lizard causes you to question her intentions or whether she's really there. The mirror is surely enchanted, but whether it contains illusion or truth you don't intend on finding out.

You turn away from the mirror and head towards this room's unopened door. You grab at the handle and find managing its rusty surface difficult with your clawed hands. When you do manage to wrap your four digits around the knob, you turn and to your surprise the door actually opens into a small closet. Leaning up against the closet's back wall and occupying much of its space is a mirror. Of course, staring from the mirror is the female lizard, a sly grin on her face. She reaches for you. Fearfully, you lash out at the mirror, slamming it with your elbow. The mirror shatters and cuts through your shirt into your arm, smattering the ground with blood and glass. You grimace in pain and cradle the arm, sighing in relief as indigo scales cover the damaged flesh, knitting it and making it whole once more. You reach out and slam the door, blinking in surprise when you find yourself face to face with the lizard again. You bring a hand to your smooth, bald head and wonder how you hadn't noticed that mirror there before. Reaching out your hand to smash this one too, you stop when you see the female is reaching for you too. You jump back and spin around, rushing blindly towards the other door. You trip and fall flat on your face.

You hiss in pain. Your face presses up against the ground--no, presses out. You groan and roll over, letting your elongated muzzle rest on the floor. The floor's warmth feels pleasant against your cool scales. You'd like to lay there for a while until sudden pain in your back forces you to sit up. You hear something rip and you look back to your ruined shirt see your tail flop and flick around of its own accord. You could never control it before and you certainly can't now. You attempt to get to your feet, but only manage to land on your shapely rump as your boots making walking nearly impossible. You bring your slender legs to your chest and hold your feet out. You throw your boots off and flex your four clawed feet, glad to have them free.

Finally, you get to your feet. Your ill-fitting pants slip down on your wide hips and you do nothing as they and your underwear fall to your feet. You step your feet out of them. It's not as if you need them anyway.

You look up and you find your gaze matching with the lizard female again. This time you don't feel like running from her, for she is your kin. You only want to be closer to her, so you step forward. As you do, there's a strange sensation of emptiness between your legs as an unexpected cold breeze flows past your thighs. You glance down to your crotch and find your feminine folds, as expected. You smile and gently claw at them for a moment, shivering at the pleasure. You remove your claw and you lurch forward. This time your chest feels weighty. You bring your taloned hands to your chest and cup your budding breasts, your shirt denying full intimacy. You hastily remedy this, ripping your shirt down the middle with one stroke of your sharp right talons. You shrug your shoulders and it falls to the ground, leaving you totally exposed.

You take a moment to admire your nude form. Your indigo scales are especially lustrous today and your breasts are quite an eyeful and handful. You tweak your sensitive nipples and hiss as you look past your full breasts to the rest of your curvy form. You lower your head and let your long, sinuous tongue fall it. Letting your arms drop to your side, you manage to wrap it around a nipple with a little bit of effort. You lick at your sensitive flesh for a moment, loving how it sends an electric tingle straight to your sex. Your undisciplined tail pokes at your slickening slit, causing you to squeal when it digs deeper than just your folds. You bring your tongue back to mouth and take your tail out of your slit. You have a feeling and as you bring your gaze to the mirror, it is confirmed.

Standing in the mirror is you, your mirror peer, a curvy, busty lizard woman with white pupilless eyes and a lizardlike head with a lusty grin spread across your maw and accentuated by your pointed teeth. You're not really looking at you--no, you're far more interested in the figure standing behind you, a male of your kind, taller and strong with you, his red pupilless eyes staring down at you. You churr as he runs his hands along your back before bringing them to rest around your smoother bellyscales in a sort of near-distant embrace. He draws you back with his arms until your back is touching his chest. You look away up from the mirror and up to him, a new heat gnawing at your nethers. Then you break away from his grip and let yourself drop on your rump in front of him. He looks down at you lustfully as you spread your legs, tongue flicking out and licking one of your breasts.

The male doesn't need any more of an invitation. His member slides out of his genital slit as he gets down to your level, kneeling to do so. You let him gently push you down and then he's on top of you, gently kneading at your soft breasts while his manhood came ever close to your slit. Your heart beats faster with each passing second and you can feel your pussy getting wet for his arrival. He stares at you with a toothy smile, holding you hard against the ground, obviously enjoying your shivers of anticipation. Finally after what seems to be an eternity, your newfound lover slowly enters you, causing you to shiver from the intimacy of his hard member caressing your receptive walls. You hiss when he draws you in close with a warm embrace, lovingly licking at your face. Simultaneously, you squirm as his manhood pushes further inside you--slow, slow love.

He pushes harder into your slit, eliciting a contented moan from you. He thrusts again and again, the intensity and pace quickening each time he drives into you. You grip onto his broad shoulders for stability as he rocks you and he helps in this regard when he brings his maws to yours. You come to a kiss of sorts, your tongues and tails entwining. Still the lovemaking goes on and on until the pleasure nearly overwhelms you. Suddenly he grunts and then you feel his sperm spill into your womb. You moan and can think no more, only feel, quivering as he removes his member from your sensitive slit, sighing when your embrace of tongues and tails ends, and squealing as he gives both your breasts a hard squeeze.

For a time you lay in the afterglow, he kneeling by your side. Then he puts a taloned hand on your shoulder. You look up to your lover as he helps you to your feet. He carefully guides you to the mirror. You look at your reflections and feel something tug at the back of your mind that you're nowhere within the reflection. This thought quickly dissipates, lost to the murkiness of memories quickly fading away. The male takes a step forward and you follow. Together you both walk into the mirror and to elsewhere.