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“Are we there yet?” It had seemed like a long way up to the point they’d reached in their climb already. “It’s so hot out here!” The structure of the ziggurat stood out against the horizon from afar high over the rest of the jungle around it, almost as if it had grown out of the ground itself for them to climb. Each step was taking them closer and closer to the sun, closer to the god of the ancients, which was why it had been built like that.

“It’s gonna get hotter,” the chameleon chuckled to himself. Reptiles had an easier time with heat than skunks did as a general rule, to be sure. “Just wait.” They soaked up the heat, it didn’t drain them – it energized them. “You’ll thank me.” Some things were well worth getting drained for, mind you. “Trust me.” He wasn’t lying about that. “There’s no rush.” Maybe he was right. “We’ll get there when we get there.” Maybe the skunk did take too much for granted about their culture of instant gratification. “We have all the time in the world.” Why was he always trying to get it over with?

“I’ll pace myself then,” the skunk grinned back. “This place must have been here for a long time, hasn’t it?” It really was a magnificent structure, when he stopped and took the time to really look at it, with finely carved, intricate markings all over in some of the most mystifying decorative motifs he’d ever seen. At another time in his life, he’d have climbed it all on his own himself, just to be able to see what the view looked like from up there.

“You have no idea.” The chameleon had been around for a lot longer than he’d looked as well, with more than enough time to see most of the things for which he’d had to wait come to fruition himself. “It’s still here even after all this time, just the same as when it was made.” The chameleon’s sense of time was different than most people, reaching further back and further forward in his mind than most people did. “Isn’t that something?” The skunk gently let himself relax into his effort on his way up.

“It is!” After all, if they’d been in a hurry, there would have been no point in going there at all. “I’d never seen anything like this in person myself before.” The only reason for them to go there had been for fun in the first place, because they’d already dealt with everything else with which they’d had to deal for then. “It is a treat.” How many other people had been taken up there for this exact same purpose for which he was being led up there before him too, the skunk couldn’t help asking himself on their way up?

“Well, you’re not the first guy I bring up here,” the chameleon mentioned. “No one’s complained yet.” Over the course of his life, his knowledge and abilities had granted him access to a lot of places that most people had never heard of. “Not after the fact, in any case.” Patience was a virtue, after all, and you had to encourage the virtues you wanted to see in others by rewarding them yourself, didn’t you?

“Sometimes it’s the journey, not the destination, right?” The skunk grunted and panted as he climbed on and on, falling into a rhythm as he did. The longer they’d been climbing, the more he lost track of time.

“Maybe it’s the journey and the destination together,” the chameleon smiled back slyly. “Why not both, right?” The sun shone so bright so high above them, as though it were watching them to see just how far they’d get. How close did you have to get to the sun before it burned your wings? How close to it did you have to get to be able to steal fire from the gods to bring back down to Earth for the rest of us like Prometheus?

“Is this it?” They’d been climbing for so long by then that it almost seemed weird to stop, but they didn’t have much of a choice – they ran out of steps.

“That’s right!” The chameleon’s enthusiastic anticipation was communicative. “We made it.” They had to pause to catch their breath for a minute. “Now, the real fun starts.” A short bestial cacophony rose up from the jungle around them, almost like a counterpoint. Welcome to the jungle, wee got fun and games.

“Is that it over there?” Nodding, the chameleon led the skunk to an ancient stone slab on the ground, large enough for two people to stand or lie down on together comfortably.

“Here, please.” Yanking off his shirt, the skunk laid down on the stone slab in front of the chameleon with his back to the manacle holders, as the chameleon gestured for him to do. “Let’s get you right into these, why don’t we,” the chameleon said to himself as much as to the skunk as he did, “nice and safe.” The tight cuffs fit snugly around the skunk’s wrists over his head, tying him firmly to the great mass below. “Wouldn’t want you to fall off, would we?”

The skunk chuckled. “It sure is high!” The sounds of the jungle were different from above like this, dampened by the foliage somewhat, but also sounding like they were coming from everywhere around them at once. “I don’t know if I’ve ever been this high.” The skunk wasn’t speaking metaphorically, mind you – he was being very literal. “It must be higher than a skyscraper’s roof up here.” He’d have to ask the chameleon about the backstory behind this structure someday, but not then and there. For now, that mystery added to its mystique itself.

“No one should bother us here.” The chameleon was already determined to make the skunk wait for it enough as it was. “We won’t bother anyone, either.” There was a certain romantic seclusion to the isolation of their unusual location, wasn’t there? “So if you had to be really, really loud for some reason...” The chameleon looked at his nails innocently. “Not that you’ll have to or anything.” He stuck his tongue out, licking his lips, slightly too long, pulling it back in. “... No one will hear us.” The chameleon punctuated his statement with his charming Cheshire grin, letting the skunk’s imagination do the rest.

“Good to know.” What a show of trust it was for the skunk to let the chameleon tie him up so far away from everyone else, it occurred to him. “As long as you can hear me.” The chameleon pulled down the skunk’s pants from his hips to his ankles, working around the tail hole, all the way off to throw them aside, exposing his black furred legs and straining underwear tent.

“I left my ball gag in my other jacket,” the chameleon jested, not even wearing a shirt himself, which he seldom did when he could avoid it, keeping to warm climes as he did anyway. “Talk to me, skunky.” The skunk watched eagerly as the chameleon also took off his pants in front of him, maintaining eye contact with him as he did. “I want to hear it.”

“I like what I see!” The sunlight was hitting the chameleon just right, his scales shimmering as it reflected on them here and there under the clear blue sky above them.

“Look into my eyes,” the chameleon asked, kneeling next to the skunk with a hand on the skunk’s chest and the other hand on his striped head. “My eyes are up here,” he smirked, as the skunk’s eyes lingered on the chameleon’s crotch for a second before sinking well into the chameleon’s swirling, hypnotic eyeballs. “What do you see?” The chameleon’s hand on the skunk’s head moved down to scratch him behind the ear and caress his cheek.

“The Abyss,” the skunk answered, his eyes completely absorbed into the chameleon’s kaleidoscopic eyes over him. “And it’s staring right back at me.” The chameleon’s hand on the skunk’s chest trailed down to grab his crotch through his underwear. He leaned over to kiss him with his eyes closed, slowly.

“Good.” The chameleon moved back, reopening his swirly eyes, to pull the skunk’s underwear down off his legs too as his boner sprang up from its confines. “It’s supposed to do that,” the chameleon joked as he took off his underwear himself, revealing his distinctive reptilian attributes.

“Oh, man!” Almost salivating, the skunk felt the strain around his wrists before he even noticed he was reaching for the chameleon’s pelvis, like a forbidden treat he had to taste at all costs. “Good thing you tied me up.” The skunk’s tail was wagging on the ground between his legs. “I’d be all over that,” he gestured at the chameleon’s crotch with his head as he spoke.

“You will be,” the chameleon assured him matter-of-factly. “We want so much, and wander so much.” The chameleon started walking back and forth in front of the excited skunk. “We want everything, and go everywhere.” He was holding his wrist in his hand behind his back as he paced. “Sometimes, you have to tie someone down just to keep them somewhere long enough.” At this he turned to the skunk, as if to illustrate his point. “Sometimes the time it takes you to get somewhere isn’t wasted time.” His eyes went back upward as he continued pacing, as if he were giving his lecture to the sun itself.

“I see what you mean!” The skunk was paying close attention, trying to process and internalize everything the chameleon was saying to him.

“Sometimes, of course,” the chameleon smiled kneeling between the skunk’s legs facing him, “it’s nice to be the thing someone wants, if only for a little while... isn’t it?” The chameleon put his hands on the ground around the skunk’s hips. “Sometimes you think you’re done waiting, but you’re just getting started.” Every hair on the skunk’s body stood on end.

The skunk twitched as the chameleon wrapped his lips around the skunk’s glans. “Oh!” It was like a glass of water in the desert, refreshing and welcoming, he already couldn’t get enough of it. “Ohhh...” The chameleon’s whole body turned from green to blue as he took the skunk’s whole length as deep down his throat as it could go. “Oh, man...” The skunk shook his head as strained against his cuffs again, briefly forgetting he couldn’t bring his hands down on the chameleon’s head between his legs. “That’s so good...”

The skunk closed his eyes, lost in the moment as the chameleon’s head started slowly bobbing up and down on his cock for a moment before kneeling to wrap his fingers around it. “You like it?” The skunk could only nod his head yes helplessly in response.

“Uh-huh...” The skunk’s toes wriggled on each side, his striped tail tensing up under the chameleon, who went back down on his hands and knees to keep right on sucking. The skunk couldn’t stop himself from thrusting up into the chameleon’s mouth a few times, hoping it wasn’t out of line for him to assume the chameleon wouldn’t mind too much. He was so desperate for every scrap of pleasure that was being thrown his way. “Ah!” The chameleon grabbed his dick to circle his long tongue around the skunk’s glans a few times, causing sensations that were so intense that the skunk’s vision blurred trying to process them.

“Oh, you really like that, don’t you?” The chameleon stroked the skunk as he talked before going back to engulfing the mammal’s erection in his maw. The skunk nodded even more enthusiastically than before before his voice dissolved into another moan, unable to form words for then. The chameleon’s tongue slithered around the skunk’s member in his mouth even as his blue lips moved up and down around it. “That’s right...” The chameleon paused his fellatio to masturbate the skunk again, running his tongue across the mammal’s testicles before slowly licking his penis up to his frenulum. The chameleon caressed the skunk’s balls with his hand as he went back to his blowjob.

“Damn...” Shaking his head again, the skunk could scarcely believe how fast the pleasure made short work of his defenses. It’s true it had been a while since the last time he’d gotten off, but it’s not like he had no experience trying to hold back better than this either. He didn’t want to make it so that the chameleon and he would’ve gone all the way up to where they were only for him to put on such a short performance, but the chameleon’s ministrations were relentlessly insistent. It was like struggling to stay firmly on the shore as a crashing wave over you unceremoniously dragged you back out to sea along with it.

The skunk tried not to tense up his pelvis, to minimize the blood flow and friction to his shaft so the stimulation wouldn’t be too much for him to handle. There had been sexual situations in which this approach had served him well to last longer before, after all. The more he pictured his incoming orgasm in his mind’s eye, the harder it became for him to resist in the heat of the moment. “You’re close, aren’t you?” The skunk wished he could’ve had a better answer to give but, even if he didn’t, his body would’ve been about to answer for him.

“Uh-huh!” He nodded hurriedly, trying to decide how he’d be going to apologize for not having been able to stop what was about to happen to him.

“But how close?” The skunk gasped for breath, dripping with cold sweat as the fur stood up on the small of his back. “Why don’t we find out?” The skunk’s balls twitched, the flowing fluids they’d pumped through his pelvis accumulating more and more at the base of his shaft until it seemed like it had nowhere left to go but up. “How close can you get?” The chameleon gave the skunk’s glans one last lick while removing his blue mouth from around it. “For now...” The skunk’s taint started twitching under his balls just as the chameleon removed his blue hand from around the skunk’s boner too.

“Wait, what?” The skunk didn’t have time to get an answer from the chameleon before the sensations overtook him, desperately wishing the chameleon would keep stroking him but too overwhelmed to speak. “HRNG!” The skunk’s whole body tensed up trying to shoot as hard as it could, but the chameleon had stopped at the exact point when he needed to stop to make sure that wouldn’t happen. “Hah...” The skunk’s cock and testicles contracted again and again but, somehow, not even a drop of seminal fluid made it out of his urethra, even with his tip open wide expecting it to come out. “OH!” He looked down again partway through, shaking his head, unable to remember any other time when he’d ever felt this good without ejaculating. “Hng...” His brain flooded with appeasing chemicals.

“Not bad, huh?” The chameleon grinned, taking some well-earned pride in the unusual effect he’d just achieved. “Now you have more for next time, don’t you?” The strong feeling slowly faded as the chameleon gave it time to abate, but not all the way.

“That was great!” Objectively, it seemed to the skunk that actually getting off should’ve been better than whatever this had been, but his subjective experience didn’t quite match that, and he was inclined to side with it himself. “What was that?” He still wanted to finish, mind you, but he was curious enough to want to see where the chameleon was going with this first.

“It’s called edging and it will drive you wild, lemme tell you.” The chameleon gently played with the skunk’s balls as he spoke, which were about to get as blue as his hands were then. “The more times you do it, the longer you stretch it out for, the more intense the last one gets.” It was a matter of slowly climbing from one level to the next, each one shorter and higher than the last until you reached their peak, just as they had for the ziggurat. “You’ll love it.”

The skunk had every reason to believe the chameleon’s confidence was justified, and was not inclined to argue. The chameleon stood up to step forward over the skunk’s legs, shifting his skin color to red as he knelt back down around the skunk’s shoulders under him. “Oh, man!” The chameleon brought his hands down on the ground between the manacle holders over the skunk’s head, his big red erection nearly taking up the skunk’s whole field over vision above him. “What a nice cock...” The chameleon growled, lowering his pelvis just right so the skunk could take his red dick in his mouth, just like the chameleon had just done for him.

“Ah yes...” The chameleon smirked as the skunk’s tongue circled his glans, sending shivers down his spine. “Taste the rainbow...” Just the taste of the chameleon’s pre already made the skunk leak more of it himself than his ruined orgasm just had. “Suck my cock...” The chameleon could be direct and commanding about what he wanted while the skunk received the pleasure he got gratefully, like a favor he could never have asked for had it not been granted to him. “That’s right...” The skunk started craning his neck, moving his head back and forth from the ground to take as much of the chameleon’s red member down his throat as he could. “Take it all...” The chameleon wrapped his tail around the skunk’s penis behind him, stroking it while the skunk kept blowing him. “Good skunk...”

The skunk’s mouth was too full of red boner for him to be able to answer, but it would’ve been hard to mistake the muffled sounds that made it out of his mouth for anything other than wanton approval. “Mmmfff...!” The skunk rested his head back down on the ground as the chameleon started thrusting his red cock in and out of the skunk’s mouth himself, face-fucking him like the dirty slut he was. “Mmhh...” Encouraged, the skunk’s hips started thrusting in and out of the small red circle formed around his dick by the red tail himself, wondering if he’d be able to cross the finish line without slowing down this time around.

“Oh yeah...” This time it’s the chameleon who almost got lost in his own pleasure too much for his own good himself. “Oh, oh!” He pulled his red shaft out of the skunk’s mouth at the last second, shaking his way through what seemed like another dry orgasm himself. “Nu-uh!” The chameleon quickly unwrapped his tail from around the skunk’s length behind him, turning around to look back over his shoulder upon his handiwork, and tremble. The skunk was still helplessly thrusting into empty air, hoping to find that last minuscule scrap of stimulation that would’ve finished sending him all the way over the edge, teetering.

“Oh man!” This time, the skunk’s straining member managed to squeeze out just one single drop of cum, pearling on his tip like the herald of a prophecy that would not come true. “Unh...” The skunk shook his head, eyes closed, still struggling to believe anything but a full orgasm could feel this good. “Whoa...” The multi-colored lights that danced behind the skunk’s eyelids slowly dispersed as he reopened them to see the chameleon’s skin color shift to yellow in front of him.

“They call it the ‘point of no return’, you know?” The chameleon pushed himself up from his yellow hands and knees to straighten his back completely, looking back down at the skunk with his hypnotic eyes as he spoke. “But really, people can return from a lot more than they think.” The skunk listened, entranced, as the chameleon moved his pelvis forward to sit right on the skunk’s face under him. “Every exit can be an entrance somewhere else, wouldn’t you say?” The skunk started licking the chameleon’s ass eagerly, eating him out like there was no tomorrow, intoxicated by the smell of pre around them. “Oh, nice...!” It was like there was treasure buried between his yellow cheeks that the skunk’s tongue was determined to find. “You don’t need any encouragement there, do you...”

As the skunk ate him out, the chameleon carefully wrapped his yellow tail back around the skunk’s penis behind him, looking back over his shoulder to see the skunk’s whole body react to him. “Oh, sir!” The more the skunk’s submission was rewarded, the more submissive he wanted to become. “Aww...” The skunk was still so sensitive from his previous grasp at the unattainable peak, yet there he was being led all the way up to the gate he couldn’t cross all over again. “Yeah...” The skunk pushed his tongue right into the chameleon’s rectum outright, the yellow buttocks trembling on his cheeks as his efforts did their work, swirling it around inside before pulling it back out to go back to licking his hole.

The chameleon couldn’t help stroking his yellow dick a little as the skunk rimmed him, the skunk’s tongue enhancing everything about it that he’d normally enjoy. “You’re really good at this.” The skunk’s mind was filled completely with just how much he liked ass, other people’s and his own alike. “You love it.” The skunk didn’t need to get hypnotized to know that. “I can tell.” The skunk imagined just how good his rimjob must have been making the chameleon feel, remembering every time he’d been rimmed or topped before himself. “You dirty skunk.” The skunk pictured himself as preparing an entrance for himself that he would definitely cross someday, and it would be well worth it. “Eat my ass up...” The skunk started thrusting in and out of the chameleon’s yellow tail circle again.

It made sense that it would be taking him a slightly shorter amount of time to reach the edge every time. “Oh...!” His semen reserves kept building more and more and each flight close to the sun made him more and more sensitive next time every time. “Shit...!” His mentality had definitely shifted from wanting to reach the end faster to wanting to stretch it out, and what seemed like a long time before increasingly seemed like a short time to him now. “I’m...!” The skunk clamped down every muscle he could to hold back as the chameleon’s yellow tail left his cock. “Already...!” A slow, gentle stream of seminal fluids slowly oozed out of the mammal’s urethra, going down to form a wet spiral around his furry dick like stairs around a tower.

The chameleon stood up over him, shifting his skin color to purple as he brought one of his feet up in front of the skunk’s face, shivering as the skunk eagerly licked the sole of his foot. “Getting into it, aren’t you?” The skunk’s legs thrashed behind him as his purple tail teased his erection. “Good boy...” The skunk’s tail wagged as he licked between the purple toes of the chameleon’s other foot, offered to him like dangling fruit from a tree. “So hungry...” The chameleon turned around over the skunk’s face, kneeling back down around his head facing the mammal’s hardon between his legs this time. “In fact...” With the chameleon’s purple tailhole on his face again, it didn’t take long for the skunk to go back to licking it with renewed gusto, the memory of his averted climax fresh in his mind.

“Yes, sir!” As the chameleon’s purple tail wagged over the skunk’s outstretched arms behind him, he found a way to surprise the mammal under him yet again. “Huh?” Extending his incredibly long tongue, the chameleon started using it to masturbate the skunk’s length in front of him, replacing his mouth, hands, and tail before it. He wrapped it right under the skunk’s glans, swirling it around, slithering up and down his length like a tree. “Wow!” It was like combining the heightened sensitivity of a blowjob with the firm, direct stimulation of a handjob, a new hybrid sensation for the skunk to turn over in his mind as another near-miss slowly crept up on him. The skunk had to make a special effort to keep rimming the chameleon, but he had less time than he hoped. “Oh fuck...!”

The chameleon retracted his pink tongue from around the skunk’s penis back into his purple mouth like a power cord, just in time to stop short of going that one step too far again. “One step at a time.” This time, one single full-on spurt rewarded his care, followed by a single other drop slowly seeping out after it, with several more contractions that seemed to strive to wrench more cum out of the skunk’s balls without quite being able to coax it out of there just yet. “Every step counts.” The skunk was really considering a lot of what the chameleon had told him on their way up before under a different light by then. “We’ll get there when we get there.” If the skunk had a tongue like that, he’d have never left his house, he couldn’t help but think.

Shifting his skin color to orange, the chameleon went back down on all four from his kneel, his hands on the ground around the skunk’s hips as his orange shaft dangled in front of the skunk’s mouth again. The skunk craned his neck to start sucking the chameleon’s orange boner again as the chameleon wrapped his own orange lips back around the skunk’s cock as well, forming the well-known two-digit number everyone knew and loved. The chameleon didn’t take long to go back to thrusting in and out of the skunk’s maw too, bobbing his orange head up and down on the mammal’s dick at the same time. The skunk couldn’t help thrusting in and out of the chameleon’s orange mouth either as the reptile furiously face-fucked him, more desperately than the previous time. “Oh God, I’m...!”

As the skunk lost track of whether he should be frustrated or excited to reach the end of the line, the chameleon quickly removed his orange mouth from around the skunk’s erection. “No you don’t!” Grabbing the skunk’s hardon with one orange hand, the chameleon brought his other thumb down right on top of the skunk’s glans. “Not yet!” This time the orange chameleon kept stroking the mammal’s hardon during his orgasm but, with his other thumb blocking the tip as it did, not a drop of seed made it out at all. “Stay!” The skunk’s length contracted and contracted, his furry taint and balls twitching as his brain told him he was definitely getting off, but his member didn’t seem to agree with it. His sperm all got pushed back down into his bladder even as his mind swam and danced with joy.

“What...” The skunk panted, trying to catch his breath after the experience his body had just been through. “What was that?” He wanted to know what to call it next time he’d want to try it with someone, maybe by himself.

“That’s an injaculation,” the chameleon explained slyly.

“Oh, because you’re ejaculating inward, right?” The orange reptile nodded. “It’s not bad for you, is it?”

“Not once in a while.” The chameleon shifted his skin color to turquoise. “It just means some semen will come out next time you pee.” The chameleon moved forward on all four away from the skunk’s face, leaving a track of pre behind like a snail as he successively dragged his wet turquoise penis across the skunk’s chest, abdomen, and pelvis. The reptile ended up with his shins around the skunk’s hips and the skunk’s thighs around his own, as if he was thinking about sitting back onto the skunk’s crotch but wasn’t. In any case, it gave the skunk a perfect view of the chameleon’s butt hole, turquoise tail swaying seductively over the skunk’s abdomen as he stared on, mesmerized. “Like what you see, huh?” The skunk’s shaft twitched, begging him to bury it in the target that tempted him so.

The skunk groaned as the chameleon surprised him by licking his feet this time, starting with the left to move to the right eventually, really taking his time rubbing them all over with his tongue, even going between the skunk’s toes with it. The chameleon was treating the skunk’s body like his personal playground, and the mammal couldn’t have asked him to do anything differently to make it better than that. He wrapped his turquoise tail around the skunk’s boner behind him to stroke it, but what really made him start moaning was when the chameleon’s tongue extended all the way back to start licking the mammal’s anus behind him. As the skunk started thrusting in and out of the turquoise hole formed by the chameleon’s tail, the reptile shoved his tongue in the mammal’s butt like a cock.

The skunk was starting to get dizzy and struggled to breathe for a second, needing a moment to regain what was left of his melting composure. “Oh my God!” The tongue hit his sweet spot right away, warm and slick, lubricating his entrance as it moved in and out of him, playing him like an instrument. “That’s amazing!” The chameleon started by alternating, pushing in his tongue while his tail went up and pulling out his tongue as his tail came down. “Oh, keep going!” The chameleon switched to a simultaneous two-pronged approach, pulling out his tongue on the turquoise tail’s up-stroke and penetrating deeper on his tail’s down-stroke. “Oh please!” The chameleon could practically taste the skunk’s quivering prostate through his welcoming inner walls. “AH...!”

The chameleon removed his tail at the last second, leaving his tongue buried deep inside the skunk’s rectum when the mammal’s orgasm hit. After a drop oozed out, the chameleon felt two great big squirts hit his turquoise tail behind him, followed by one last tiny shot before a few other dry contractions. “You can still come again after a prostate orgasm,” the chameleon explained as the skunk caught his breath. “Not like after a penile one, I mean.” The skunk had fingered himself and used toys before, but he’d never been able to have a prostate orgasm on his own like that. “That’s one of the perks.” This was good to know. “I’ll show you.” The chameleon shifted his skin color to pink this time.

The skunk whimpered as the pink tail slipped into his tailhole, his rear end’s muscles clenching around it. The chameleon turned around without pulling his pink tail out to end up facing the skunk on his knees between his legs again, but with his tail going under the reptile’s pelvis into the skunk now. Extending his tongue back out of his pink mouth, he started using it to stroke the skunk’s dick again. First the chameleon would thrust his pink tail in as his tongue went up then pull his tail out while his tongue went down. He switched again to pushing his pink tail in while his tongue moved down and to pulling his tail out as his tongue moved up. The skunk started thrusting in and out of the hole formed by the tongue, his prostate’s pressure on his bladder making him feel like he had to pee.

The skunk had to admit he was getting more and more curious about what the last orgasm at the end of it all was going to feel like, but the chameleon wasn’t ready to let him get there yet, soon but not yet. “Oh, holy shit!” The chameleon removed his tongue from the skunk’s erection just in time again, but kept pistoning the mammal’s rectum with his pink tail relentlessly as he came. “HAH...!” The skunk’s legs and tail flailed around and under the reptile as four or five high, solid jets of ejaculate erupted from the mammal’s slit, racing up like shooting stars across the sky before coming back down to paint his tummy in collapsing fractal shapes that smelled like summer vacation. “Goddamn...!” The skunk felt like he needed a slight recovery period for then, and his wish was promptly granted.

Shifting his skin color to grey, the chameleon brought both of the skunk’s feet together over the mammal’s hardon. Still kneeling, the reptile moved forward, holding the skunk’s feet in front of him so the space between their soles would form a hole themselves. “You’re still so hard...” He carefully pushed his grey length forward between the skunk’s feet, almost tickling his feet but not quite, breathing out in relief knowing it was finally his turn to let it all out this time. “You want it so bad...” The chameleon’s breathing quickened as the pace of his thrusting steadily increased, without pulling his grey tail out of the skunk while he did. “You want my cum, you dirty little fucker...” Even the feeling of the grey member against his feet made the skunk leak. “Oh yes, here it comes, oh yeah!”

The chameleon grunted as he reached his primal climax, completely uninhibited in his quest for his own pleasure. He showered the skunk with six or seven huge streams of semen, pumping them out like a cannon, even hitting the skunk’s face with two or three of them as the rest landed on his chest and abdomen. The chameleon, shifting his skin color to brown, moved the skunk’s legs to his right, lying down on his left side on the mammal’s right side without pulling his brown tail out of him. “Can we get more out of you?” The chameleon started masturbating the skunk with his right brown hand as the mammal squealed. The skunk honestly wasn’t sure he could get off again by that point, but the reptile was undeterred and, the more he kept at it, the more it seemed inevitable that it would work.

Sitting up cross-legged next to the skunk, the chameleon pulled his brown tail out of the mammal’s ass and started stroking him with his left hand, his right hand taking over where his tail had left off by starting to finger the skunk’s rear end with it instead. Finally, the chameleon shifted his skin color to clear, looking invisible for all the world to see, as though the skunk was being stroked and fingered by absolutely nothing, but in a way that made it all to clear that something must have been doing it. “Trippy, huh?” The chameleon grinned a Cheshire grin as he jerked off and fingered the skunk, going back to basics for the maximum effect, relying on familiar sensations that the mammal had learned to associate with sexual release for as long as he’d been awakened to his own sexuality.

“I’m gonna cum!” The skunk looked right into the chameleon’s hypnotic eyes, the only part of the his body that was visible to him then and there. “Please don’t stop!” The invisible chameleon growled fiercely, having no intention to slow down his efforts for once this time, determined to make all that buildup count. “OH YEAH!” There it was – full on ejaculatory inevitability, the real point of no return, like a marvellous treasure to reward him at the end of an epic journey that had done everything it could to make him earn every bit of it. “I’M CUMMING...!” The skunk’s eyes rolled back in his head and his tongue hung out like a dog’s as he came, each stroke increasing his pleasure while his penis did everything it would normally do during an orgasm – but without anything coming out of it...!

“The last one’s always the most intense,” the chameleon explained, returning his skin color to its original green, “even when you don’t have any cum left for it to shoot because you already shot it all before...” The skunk slowly caught his breath as the electric current that had just surged through his body slowly waned, regaining his senses and coming back down to Earth from the Sun...

“You were right.” One last contraction caught him off-guard, his body shaking from it from head to toe. “Thank you...”