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In the swamps, a creature lurked.

It had lived in the swamp for years, though it had no means with which to count the time; all it knew was that it had lived there for all of its life, and it enjoyed the simple pleasures that the swamp afforded. It had the yellow orb in the sky that warmed its scales, the water running between its legs, and food in all the abundance it could ask for. It never thought there would be anything more to its life -- never even considered it.

Magic, of course, had other plans. That was the nature of the magic of this world; it chose both people and things to bless, created monsters and angels alike from the stuff of nothing. It wasn't a force that could be controlled, but it was a force that the people had learned to accept. Gradually, golems made of rocks and stone roamed the streets, and creatures of both fur and scale joined in civilisation.

Not all were quite that lucky. Some were transformed, yet were so far away from any form of civilisation that they never quite learned that there were others out there -- that they weren't the only one. The creature was one of them. He'd picked a name for himself the day the magic had first touched him, given him a humanoid body layered with powerful muscles, but even he didn't quite know the significance of it.

There was a significance, of course. Names had power, and the names of blessed creatures especially so. Salak may have chosen his name on a whim, but it nonetheless now held a certain power over him.

Even with a name and a body, however, Salak's life hadn't changed. He lounged out on a rock when he was able, took pleasure in the heat of what he now knew to be the sun. He swam in the water to enjoy the feeling of the cool liquid between his scales. He was a simple man who was interested in only a simple life -- and that might not have changed, had he not one day spotted a strange, fleshy thing trying to cross the swamp.

Whatever it was, it wasn't succeeding very well, he thought. It floundered about in the mud, slowly sinking deeper and deeper, and for a moment all Salak could do was stare in a mixture of fascination and confusion. Why didn't it just dive under the mud and swim out, rather than flail about uselessly? Did it not know how to swim?

It was only the creature's shout for help that sparked Salak into action. The crocodile lumbered over, not quite believing his eyes as he held a hand out to the creature. It clung on to his hand desperately as he pulled it out, shivering. It was so... small, he thought.Its skin was soft and malleable, unlike the rough scales and leather than coated his body. He was almost worried it would break if he squeezed it too hard.

"Oh god... oh god, thank you," the little thing told him as he placed it on the grass, and Salak could only blink, his head tilted slightly in confusion. This was the first time he'd encountered another creature that could speak. He found himself abruptly full of both questions and curiosity, but he was overwhelmed by it all, and didn't quite know how to phrase it.

"I'm so glad you were here. I didn't... I wasn't expecting my spell to backfire so badly." The pink thing clung to the grass, shivering in the air as water dripped off its bare skin. How curious. Salak couldn't remember shivering at all, and he wasn't certain he knew whether it was a good thing or not. "I was trying to teleport, you see, and... I don't know, but something went wrong with the spell... Where am I?"

Salak stared for a moment, silent. When he replied, his voice was deep and rough, as though he hadn't used it for some time -- and indeed, he'd had no reason to use it at all, until now. No one else had ever exhibited the ability to speak, after all. "You are in my home."

"Your... home?" The pink creature looked confused, glancing about the swamp and the trees. "I don't see anything here... Oh. Oh no. Are you one of... one of them?"

"One of who?" Salak didn't understand the question, and he showed it in the way his brow furrowed in confusion. "I do not understand."

"A Wild One," the creature replied, looking Salak up and down nervously. "Do you... do you have a name?"

"Salak," the crocodile introduced himself, deciding to dismiss the creature's reference to Wild Ones as nonsensical. He had no idea what such a thing was, and even if he did, he was fairly certain he wasn't one of them.

"So you have a name." The pink thing, whatever it was, seemed to relax slightly at that. The creatures that were truly Wild had no such names beyond the ones given to them; their minds had been driven mad in the process of the transformation, creating a creature that was terrifying indeed. "That's... that's good. You're probably not a Wild One, then. My name's Jueron; it's a pleasure to meet you, and thank you for saving my life."

"I do not know what a Wild One is," Salak responded, eyeing the creature carefully.

Jueron grimaced at that. "They are creatures.more cursed than blessed by magic -- given form, but not intelligence. We think it's some form of... error, for lack of a better word. Something that happens when magic tries to bless something, but is interrupted or unable to do it fully. You end up with a horrible, dangerous monster that's only interested in killing."

Even Salak felt a slight chill at that, something about the magic that had transformed him resonating with the creature's words. He shook it off, grunting slightly with discomfort. "And what are you?" he asked, changing the subject quickly. Jueron looked up at him, surprised.

"I'm human. Have you not seen any of us before?" he questioned, looking worried.

"No." Salak shook his head. "You are the first creature I have spoken to. I have met no other capable of speech."

"God." Jueron buried his face in his hands. "That means my spell threw me really, really far off course. And the kind of magic I need to get back..."

Salak looked at the man curiously. "What sort of magic do you need to get back?"

"Very, very powerful magic." Jueron shuddered a bit, still cold, and he yelped with surprise as Salak suddenly gathered him into his arms. It took a moment before he relaxed against the crocodile's scales. He wasn't sure what had prompted the action, but he wasn't about to complain; Salak's body was filled with a surprising warmth, and it made him feel much better. "Not magic that I'm capable of, unfortunately, without some help."

Salak didn't know what had led him to draw the human into his arms -- all he knew was that a protective instinct of sorts had filled him when he saw Jueron keep shivering in the air. Instinct had told him to hold the smaller creature close, and he'd obeyed his instincts, as he always did. "What can I do to help?"

"I... I don't know." Jueron frowned, looking up at the crocodile for a moment and suddenly feeling bashful. The spell he'd cast had removed most of his clothing, and Salak didn't even know what clothing was; they were pressed against each other while completely naked, in fact. "Unless you know magic, we... I might just have to find my way back on my own."

Salak didn't respond for a moment. He didn't understand a lot of things about this new world he'd only just learned existed; humans, for one thing, were weak, fleshy little creatures. The way Jueron spoke, he implied there were far more of them -- and Salak didn't want to be lonely, not now that he knew that there were more creatures like him out there. Creatures that could speak.

"I could follow you," he offered, not really certain of what he was saying but knowing that he wanted to do it. "I know this swamp. I could help you find food and water while you try to find your way back."

"Could you?" Jueron brightened at that, the human wiggling about in Salak's arms. "I'd appreciate that, you have no idea -- I don't really know how to survive in the wilderness..."

Salak grunted. He'd tried to pay attention to what Jueron was saying, but the human's abrupt movements had distracted him more than anything else. Something about the feeling of warm, soft skin against his scales seemed to inspire something new in him, something he didn't quite understand. It was a pressure underneath his scales, centred between his legs, and he grunted as his cock shifted from within.

"I... would be happy to," he managed, his voice distracted. Jueron looked up at him, curious. It didn't take a lot for him to notice the sudden bulge pressing against his ass; he let out a short, surprised laugh as he felt it.

"Salak, is that...?" he started, chuckling.

"I do not know." The crocodile's brow was furrowed in confusion as he glanced at the human in his arms. "That has never happened before. You have my sincere apologies."

"It's never happened before?" Jueron blinked. He supposed it made sense; for someone like Salak, there would be no one nearby that was anything like him... A thought occurred to him, and try as he might, the human couldn't quite shake it off. "That's an instrument of pleasure, my new friend. Have you never experimented with it?"

"No." Salak shook his head, looking more confused than anything else. "It is new to me."

Jueron thought quickly. He couldn't deny that the crocodile was attractive; he'd noticed the bulging muscles from the moment he'd first spotted the other male. Now that he was actually being given the chance to have the creature squirming and writhing underneath him... He couldn't help but admit that the thought was very much appealing. Perhaps he could excuse it as a way to return the favor, to pay his way for the crocodile escorting him through the swamp...

"Will you let me show you, then?" Jueron requested, suddenly shy. A faint tinge of pink was clearly evident on his cheeks, and though Salak didn't quite understand the mechanism for it, he did know that he found it cute. He felt a small smile steal across his snout as he looked down at the human.

"If that is what you wish," Salak responded, and Jueron nodded in response.

"It is. Can you lay back for me?" Jueron pushed himself out of the larger creature's lap, gesturing for him to lay across the floor. To Salak's credit, he didn't hesitate at all before doing so; it seemed natural to him, to put himself in such a vulnerable position.

Jueron supposed, though, that he'd had no reason to distrust anyone as of yet. All the more reason he'd have to take care not to betray the crocodile's trust; there was plenty he'd have to learn once he was in the city, but for now... For now, he just needed to make sure the crocodile would have a good time.

The human ran exploratory fingers along the other male's body, grinning at the way even the slightest of touches would lead Salak to shiver. His hips jerked up against the mage's fingers every time they trailed gently across the throbbing slit between the crocodile's legs, and slowly -- ever so slowly -- something long, hard and thick began to poke out. Salak groaned softly, not knowing or understanding what he was feeling; all he knew was that it was good, and that he wanted the human to continue.

"You're very attractive, you know," Jueron murmured softly, perhaps more to himself than to the creature lying on the ground before him. Salak looked at the human, not quite understanding -- though there was a definite look of lust in his eyes where there hadn't been one before. "If we had met any earlier..."

He shook his head slightly, running his fingers along the length of Salak' slit and grinning when the throbbing, reptilian cock began to poke out more fully. Precum was already sliding down the shaft and oozing from the tip, and he gave it an experimental squeeze. The simple touch was enough to draw a gasp from Salak as his hips jerked up with pleasure, his breath suddenly heaving.

"W-what was--"

"That," Jueron interrupted, smiling gently. "Was pleasure."

"Pleasure..." Salak's whispered response was almost reverential, the crocodile's entire body tense, as though trying to prepare itself for the next surge. Jueron chuckled softly, running soft fingers along the creature's thighs and massaging them gently.

"Relax," he instructed with a smile. "You'll enjoy it better if you're not so tense."

He explored the crocodile's body as he waited for Salak to respond to it, knowing that the crocodile had heard him. He took advantage of the moment to explore Salak's body as thoroughly as he could, at least with the crocodile lying against the ground. He traced the muscular lines of Salak's profile, fingers teasing between his pecs, his abdominal muscles, squeezed and admired the biceps...

And all the while, Salak writhed and squirmed. He'd never felt another creature worship his body like this; his cock throbbed at the mere feel of it, and he strained for more. He knew he'd been told to relax, but it was hard when the faintest touch sent an almost electrical surge of pleasure through his body that left him panting.

He managed, however. Something about the human made him trust Jueron, and he did his best to make his body relax, but the human did things that he'd never once imagined, tasted his scales with his tongue and brushed ever-so-gently against his cock as he moved. Bare skin slid against the slick shaft of the crocodile's, and he couldn't help but gasp at the feeling, his hips bucking up into the human with enough force to jerk Jueron slightly into the air.

"What did I tell you?" Jueron spoke, his tone faintly amused. Salak couldn't help the warmth that rushed to his cheeks, and even that was new to him -- he'd never felt embarrassed, never felt pleasure, never had a human's lips on his scales and a warm body pressed against his own... He didn't know what would come of this, but he was looking forward to it, and he whined softly.

"Please, just... just do it," he whispered, his hands grasping at the grass below him. He didn't know what he was begging for, didn't know what he wanted -- but he knew that there was an apex to this pleasure that he had yet to reach, and he knew that Jueron knew exactly how to take him to that edge. As much as he tried, he couldn't fully relax, he was so desperate.

Jueron, at least, seemed to recognise this. He let out a low chuckle, leaning down low across the crocodile's body so that his breath ghosted across Salak's cock, and the crocodile let out a soft moan even at the sensation of air brushing along his dick. That was barely a touch, and yet his cock throbbed and precum leaked from its tip, dripping all the way down the length of the shaft.

"You're an eager one, aren't you?" Jueron spoke, tracing a finger along the crocodile's cock -- from the base all the way to the tip. The crocodile in question let out a sharp groan, gripping on to clumps of dirt at the feeling that tore through his body. "I think I've found a way to pay you back for your aid in getting through the swamp..."

Salak couldn't have responded even if he'd wanted to; he didn't have the faculties for it, not with the way the human was manipulating his body, playing it as though it were an instrument. He was far too busy moaning, panting; he tried to look down and see what Jueron was doing, but he couldn't. The slightest touch had the poor crocodile's back arching and his head tilted back towards the sky as he moaned, and he couldn't dream of anything feeling any better than this.

At least until he felt something warm and wet dart across the tip of his cock.

The crocodile's hips jerked up once more at that, and the movement was enough to envelop half of his shaft in something tight and hot and slick, and the poor crocodile was sent utterly reeling at the sensation. His entire body went slack as his mind tried and failed to process what had just happened, in the process relaxing just as Jueron had asked him to, though he was certainly in no state of mind to register that he had done any such thing.

Instead, he moaned. It was all he could do, especially since Jueron had evidently decided this was the moment to suck at his cock with a renewed fervor; he could feel the human's lips massaging his shaft as his head bobbed up and down, and though his thick arms twitched as he pictured forcing Jueron down further on his cock so he could worship it properly, he couldn't muster the strength.

The fact of the matter was that he could barely hold back his orgasm as it was. Each bob of the human's head was another spark that he'd never encountered before, another edge towards a building pressure in his loins that seemed impossible to stop. It wasn't something that he wanted to stop; if it had continued forever, building and building and building, he would have been in heaven.

That, unfortunately, was not to be. Jueron pulled off his shaft in a sudden, quick movement, one that was almost practiced if Salak had had to guess -- and as he did so, his tongue darted across the underside of the crocodile's cock, flicking suddenly across the entire length of the shaft. From base to tip, he felt that hot tongue teasing him.

And that was all he could withstand. Salak let out a loud, pleasured moan as he abruptly came for the first time in years, an absurd amount of seed spurting into the air as he did so; the seed was musky, thick and viscous, strings of it splattering across the bare human's face and drawing a grin from the smaller male. The crocodile panted desperately, his hands still clenched around those clumps of dirt as he came slowly down from his orgasm.

"That... that was..."

"Amazing?" Jueron finished with a mischievous grin. "I could pay you like that for escorting me across the swamp. What do you think about that, big guy?"

Salak, panting, stared at Jueron incredulously. Was the human serious? "Yes. A thousand times, yes, and I would follow you into the city if only you would give me more."

"Heh, perhaps I will. There are many, many pleasures you have yet to feel, my friend." Jueron winked, nudging the crocodile. "Perhaps I'll introduce you to them on the way."

Salak shuddered. He could already feel the cock that had withdrawn into his slit starting to pump full of blood again, inching its way out of his slit. "I... I think I would like that."