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Zitch was rubbing at his red eyes, wondering when the trip had ended, when his communicator vibrated, grinding against his scratched up dresser and creating such a racket that he was almost torn out of his latest trip. Almost. He growled and stood, stumbling towards the direction of his dresser more out of instinct than clarity of his senses.

When he was within arm's reach of the device, he snatched for it, only for it to fall to the hard floors with a hard thud soon punctuated by further obnoxious noise, as it vibrated against the floor.

"Mrf!" Zitch grunted. He stopped down and swiped for the communicator, missing once, twice, and then finally getting a good grip on it. He looked down at its display and saw it was Tarby, his dealer, who was calling him. He answered immediately.

"Mmm," he mumbled. "I'm limited, you know. What do you want, Tarby?"

"Ohhhh, " a voice answered with a slight chuckle, so familiar and yet not. "It's not what I want, it's what you desire..."

Zitch squinted at the communicator. "Tarb, is that you?"

"Yesss, of course, who else would it be?"

"I don't know." Zitch frowned. "You sound sorta weird, like...smokey and hissy but..." he shrugged and smiled. "Drugs will do that to ya."

"Yesss, indeed, and do I have a deal for you!"

Zitch licked his lips, his red eyes twitched.

"I don't know, man, I just tripped and..."

"Tripped?" There was that chuckle again, but it somehow sounded more like a seductive sigh. "That wasn't a trip. Why, if you...ohhhhh, mmmmm..."

"Uhh..." Zitch waited, but the sensual moans coming from the other line went on for longer than he was comfortable. "Tarb, you there?"

"Yesss, oh, yesss I am." The voice was still familiar, but it was certainly higher in pitch than Zitch remembered. "My apologiesss, but you have no idea what you're missing, Zitchy. I don't just have the good ssstuff. I have the best ssstuff. Mm, oh yesss. Would you like a sssample?"

"That good?" Zitch asked, one hand fumbling in his pockets. "How much?"

"For you?" There was another sensual moan. "Nothing. Jussst please come by. You're missing out already."

"Free?" Zitch snorted. "From you? What's it do? Make you more generous?"

"In a sssense," Tarby sighed. "Come on, sweetie, come over and give it a sssniff. You'll love it. I know I do."

Zitch looked at the communicator dubiously. "Am I talking to the right guy?"

"Perhapsss..."

There was a pause, and Zitch swore he heard something...squelching? He shivered. Still, he rubbed at his weary eyes that wished to see more, and already he felt the urge beginning to creep up on him.

"Alright, alright, I'll come," Zitch said. "No funny business, ok? I swear if there's any Sents there--"

"No Sssents," Tarby purred. "Just ssscents..."

"Huh?"

"It's clean, sssweetie. I have the ssstuff. Sssee you soon. Don't mind the rain."

"Wait--" Zitch said, but it was too late. The communicator beeped a harsh note and Tarby was no longer there.

Tarby...

He shivered. Had that really been Tarby? It had sounded so much like him and yet not. Zitch licked his lips and decided he couldn't care less. Whoever that had been, they had sounded like they'd been enjoying themself. He couldn't say no to enjoyment, particularly free enjoyment that would have cost him at least a week's worth of scrapping otherwise. He had got to go.

He placed his communicator back on his dresser and afterwards spent the next few minutes getting properly dressed. While Tarby wasn't a high class individual, Zitch didn't want to show up in the get up of his previous trip of boxers and a scratchy jacket, especially if it was raining, and it always was. Plus, while the Sentinels hadn't done it to him yet, a few of his friends had been taken in just based off their less than appropriate attire.

So, when Zitch left his room with communicator in hand, he didn't look like a total slob, just a slob. As he was making his way out of his apartment, Rind and his girlfriend were just coming in.

"Oi," Rind said, catching his arm while keeping his other around Lisse as he always did. "Where do you think you're going?"

"Scrapping," Zitch lied.

"Is that so?" Rind said, staring into Zitch's eyes. The junkie gulped, looked away, and found himself looking into Lisse's eyes, which were dead as ever and wasn't much better than Rind's piercing gaze.

"Yeah," he murmured.

"It better be some good scrappin'," Rind growled. "Because you owe me more than a few trips, eh?"

Rind laughed, Lisse joined in with her tittering, and Zitch couldn't help but join in a moment too late.

"What are you laughing about?" Rind asked.

"Nothing," Zitch gulped.

"That's the only thing a buffoon laughs about," Rind murmured, then laughed and clapped Zitch on the shoulder. "Good luck, bruv. Bring me back something, k?"

Zitch nodded, slipping past Rind with his head down.

"And when you come back, knock before you enter! Lisse and I are going to be tryin' some new things if you know what I mean."

Rind laughed, and Zitch shivered, as he walked out the door, but at least he was out. Immediately upon exiting, he felt the first drop of rain fall on him, quickly followed by another and another and another...

Zitch sighed and pocketed his communicator. Of course it was raining. He looked up to the sky, squinting as rain splattered across his vision, and found only dark clouds up above.

Grumbling, he wrapped his tattered jacket tight around himself and made his way through the rain slicked streets towards Tarby's place. Already slightly soaked and with no protection from the rain save his low quality clothing, Zitch thought of all the times he'd scrapped enough to be able to afford a nice umbrella, and now here he was, damp and shivering on the way to acquire more of the same stuff that was why he was here in the first place. Frowning, he pushed that thought aside and focused on other things, like his last trip and the one ahead, whatever it may be. He clung to these hazy, drug addled memories, allowing him to ignore those few wandering with him, including a Sentinel or two that he hardly noticed. The near hypnotic sound of falling rain mixed with memories' pleasant pastimes carried him to Tarby's door without an interruption on the way.

Now that he was there, Zitch could hardly wait to go in and get the best stuff, his craving kicked up by recent recall. Still, he hesitated by the door and sniffed. There was a faint scent in the air that was somehow not drowned out by the unending rain. It didn't smell bad; in fact, it was a fairly sweet scent that he wanted to smell more of after the first sniff. He briefly wondered if Tarby had baked something, but that wasn't his style. So what was it then? He took another sniff, and it was still there. He licked his lips. Whatever it was, he wanted to get to the source, because if it smelled this good from afar, then at the actual origination...

He shivered, and it wasn't from the cold. In fact, despite being soaked he felt fine. Actually, he felt more than fine. His last trip had left him a little weary, and the smell had woken him up. Sure, there was a nervous tingling to his limbs, and even a little bit of tingling between his legs, but he was mostly excited to see what lay inside. His craving was there, but it was a good craving, not the usual craving that left him feeling hollowed out until it had been sated.

So, Zitch reached for the door's handle and hesitated once more, thinking back to Rind's words. Licking his lips, he knocked on the door, giving it a good three raps.

He listened and got a response he was not expecting, as something wiggled in his pocket. Frowning, he took his communicator out of his pocket, doing the best to keep it dry as he answered.

"Tarby?" He said.

"Yessss..." Tarby answered in that voice that was his but not. "Are you outside? Wassss that you knocking?"

"Um, yeah."

"Ssssplendid. Come inside, won't you? I'm waiting..."

"Uh, ok. You got the stuff?"

"Ssstuff? Oh, yesssss, I have the stuff. Don't you want it?"

"Yeah." Zitch nodded and licked his lips. "How I need it..."

"Then what are you waiting for? Door issss open..."

The communicator beeped and Tarby was gone. Then it sizzled and sparked and Zitch dropped it out of surprise. It fell with a clunk before rolling into a nearby puddle.

"Goddamnit," Zitch swore, stooping down and scooping of the device. He turned to the door. "This better be worth it..."

He opened the door, and immediately that sweet scent became stronger. It was no longer faint, instead he could nearly taste it in every breath he took. It was so sweet and enticing that he didn't hesitate in stepping into the apartment, though escaping the rain had almost been encouragement enough.

There was no lights on inside, but it almost didn't seem to matter. That sweet scent was so much stronger in the house, that it almost seemed tangible in such a way that he could nearly see the paths in and around the cluttered dwelling. He took a deep sniff and let out a satisfied sigh, as he closed the door behind him. Although he had yet to see the "best stuff", he already felt like he had come to the right place. Still, there were a couple things missing, and instinct told him he couldn't have one without the other.

"Tarb?" He called. "Tarby, you there?"

"Zzzzitch..." he heard Tarby purr, close by but not on the same level. "Come up, pleassse."

Zitch shivered. How was that voice more...enticing, now? Tarby has always been a silver tongued devil in some sense, but such a simple phrase shouldn't have affected him so, and yet...Zitch really did want to come up. He glanced through the shadowy interior of the place and saw the stairs up to the place's lone bedroom and also what appeared to be a wispy trail of purplish smoke leading up it. He shook his head, and the smoke was gone...or was it? He squinted his eyes and swore he saw it, if only faintly, at the edge of his vision. He blinked. Was he already tripping?

Whatever the case, he still did want to go up. The energy that scent had given him had transitioned to elation that made his nervousness only less bearable. Whatever was up there, he had to have it soon.

Zitch opened his mouth to declare his intent and instead took in a good lungful of the scent. He sputtered, a little dizzy now, as the scent overwhelmed him. Though all of his sense save smelling had dulled, he still stumbled forward towards the source of the scent.

"Yessss," Tarby purred, close but not close enough. "Come to me..."

Zitch obeyed, the thought of resistance never crossing his mind. Tarby had been right, after all. Whatever he had, it wasn't the good stuff, but the best stuff.

Somehow he reached the stairs without tripping over anything. Standing before the steps, he looked up the ascent and saw it was no lighter up above, yet that purple smoke was now more than at the fringe of his vision. It tinged it entirely in a purple miasma that reminded him of the scent, and that must mean it was good too. He climbed up the stairs, each step echoing throughout the otherwise silent house. When he reached the top, he smiled, for he was so near his goal. He turned right and found the door to the bedroom already slightly ajar. He lifted a hand to open it and paused. Though his vision did have a slight purple overlay to it, he didn't know why his hand would look gray and his fingers longer.

"What are you waiting for?" Tarby's voice swam through the haze, high and somehow smoky. "Come on in, sweetie."

Zitch nodded, ignoring the hue of his arm or how his fingers felt slender around the door handle. He pushed it in and followed forward as it opened, his gaze on the ground. When he heard the door hit the wall, he looked up, and his eyes widened from what he saw.

What he found in the room was quite unlike anything he had ever seen before. While his trips had taken him strange places, there was nothing quite like the lady lizard (or was it lizard lady?) that lay in the bed in front of him facing him. Her thin, smooth body was covered in a layer of dark grey scales save for the purple ones that coated her chest and, more prominently, her breasts that squished against the bed's coverings. For a moment, Zitch could only stare at her breasts, so large and firm and enticing, especially with their nipples that were even darker in their purple coloration, thick and erect and begging to be pinched and squeezed. Then he looked down the rest of her body, or what he could see of it, thin and curvy, with a tight rear at the end, and above it a grey tail that waved enticingly along with the protrusions out of its base that wiggled like small streamers. Afterwards he found her face, long and lizardlike, her toothy jaw set in a permanent grin that seemed more seductive than cheerful, and her eyes were as purple as her underside, her pupils thin slits. She opened her mouth and seemed to smile even then, raising one of her long hands and wiggling one of long fingers towards herself.

"Sssso nice of you to come," Tarby hissed.

Zitch blinked and shook his head, the purple haze fading away. He gaped at the lizard woman in front of him, still not quite believing what he was seeing.

"Tarb?" he croaked. "Tarby, that can't be you..."

"Oh, but it isssss..." Tarby purred, slowly sitting up so that she was on her knees. She spread her legs so that he could see that what lay between them was a smoothly scaled slit. "Like what you ssssee?"

"I..." Zitch began, then paused, as the scent became apparent. He shivered, as he saw a purple haze begin to materialize around the lizard lady. "I'm not sure...how...?"

"How what?"

"You..." Zitch licked his lips, as he continued to stare at the lizard. She was seeming...sexier somehow, and why not? She had a nice set of breasts, hips, generously thick thighs for how thin the rest of her was, and those eyes promised quite some fun.

"Thisss?" Tarby motioned to herself, squeezing a breast and letting out a hissing moan...and Zitch couldn't help moan along with her, the tingle in his nethers becoming something so much harder. "Oh, it's sssimple. You know I only get the best, not the resssst."

Zitch nodded, his hands going to his pants, fingers on both his hands feeling strange as he tugged at his belt. He wiggled his toes in his shoes and kicked them off.

"I got ssssomething strange. Sssomething sexy." She wiggled her hips, and her bust bounced too. "It came from a few worlds, ssssome trips stitched together from salacious minds, not that I mind. Oh no, it'ssss oh yessss." Her tail flicked and hit the bed. "I never sssample what I sell, but thissss..." She tweaked a nipple and gasped, Zitch wincing as his member tighten against his pants. With one final tug, his belt came off and fell to the floor. "But this sssmelled too good. Ssso good and now look at me. I'm ssssexy, aren't I?"

Zitch nodded. It was undeniable now. The haze had come over him again and it was so comforting and comfortable all the same.

"Thankssss, I think so too." She winked and slid off the bed, landing on five toed feet whose digits were long and dextrous. "And I thought so and for sssome time I was alone." She shivered and slowly sauntered over to Zitch, her hips swaying enticingly. "Oh, I enjoyed myself, yesssss I did, but I wasn't meant to be alone."

"No?" Zitch murmured, pulling just enough down on his pants that they fell down to his feet on their own.

'No, no," she said, shaking her head, now only a few feet from him. She was tall, taller than him at least but not by much. She reached up, put her hands on his shoulders, and looked him in the eyes. "I'm too lovely for that. There's meant to be more of me, ssssee?"

Zitch shook his head, and the lizard laughed.

"You'll understand sssoon. There's a reason I called you first. I knew you would come. You always wanted my ssstuff and now...well, has that changed?"

Zitch looked up at the lean lizard lady and shook his head. Without really thinking, he reached up and squeezed her breasts. Tarby hissed and let out a hiss of pleasure.

"Mmm, that's good," she said. "But let's make it bessssst..."

She tugged at his jacket and it came off easily enough, leaving him in his t-shirt, socks, and boxers, all slightly soaked. Now that his arms were exposed, Zitch noticed the dark grey on his hands. It wasn't a covering or even skin, but small scales that even now were spreading down his arms and to his elbows. It felt fine, good even. Where the scales covered his skin, the nervous tingling eased away. He gave Tarby's breasts another squeeze and felt and saw how long his fingers were, just long enough to lace around her breasts.

"What..." he croaked. "My skin..."

"Ssscales..." Tarby hissed. "They're quite nice. So smoooth, much better than hair and skin. Mmm, give them another squeeze won't you."

Zitch did that and more, fingers on both his hands coordinating to tweak her nipples. She shuddered and leaned forward, her snout beside his head. Now it was his time to shudder, as she licked at his ear, her thin tongue tickling him as his ear...shrank away?

"W-wait..." he moaned. "Don't..."

"Don't what?" Tarby asked, darting her head around to lick at the other ear. "Don't do that?"

Zitch mumbled something but wasn't sure what to say. The sensation of his ears shrinking to mere holes in his head felt right...correct. What was the use of such silly looking protrusions? The smooth scales that took their place and were starting to spread over the rest of his skull did feel so much better.

"You like it," Tarby purred. "I know you do. You've always been a junkie, haven't you?"

Zitch nodded, some hair falling away as he did so. It was true. After all, he was the one who had come here for a trip. Still, something didn't seem quite so right about this, but any doubts were temporarily lost to the smell of that sweet, sweet scent.

"Yesss..." Tarby said, pulling her head back to stare into his eyes, eyes that were now completely red save for their dark grey pupils that were no more than slits. Then she gave him a long lick that stretched from chin to forehead. He winced, his nose wriggling and dwindling much as his ears had. "But you're more than that. I know you are, Zitch, don't you?" She regarded him with a glint of mischief in her eyes. "Go lower, I know you want to feel it all."

"I...don't..." Zitch tried to speak, but he was more focused on following the lizard's commands. His hands regretfully left her breasts and began to trail down her waist, tracing her curves while his toes twitched in his socks. He whined, and it sounded like more of a hiss, as his toes pressed against and then pierced his socks. He let out a sigh of relief and shook the tatters off.

"I think you do," Tarby said. "Know, that issss. I think you know what you are."

"W-what?" he said, shuffling his feet as he found his stance strange. He gasped as he felt the scales sweep up his leg, leaving them lithe and urging the back of his feet up so he no longer stood on his heels. Slightly worried, he took another sniff of the scent through the two slits his nose and nostrils had become and sighed softly. He tilted his head down, and the rest of his hair fell away, as the dark grey scales totally claimed his cranium.

"Come on," Tarby laughed. "You know it, you jusssst won't admit it. Come closer. Let me sssee that thing while you still have it."

Zitch edged close to the lizard lady so that her breasts touched his chest. She embraced him and gave his neck another lick, his Adam's apple shrinking away as the scales spread down. He meant to ask her what she meant, his hands resting on her wide hips now, but she showed him as her hands dropped too, coming to his boxers and digging in. He stiffened as he felt her fingers wrapped around his erect penis.

"Oh," Tarby said. "A little ssssmall..."

"I'm average," Zitch said with a frown.

"Ssssmall for me." She removed her hands from his cock and placed them around his underwear instead. "I never was one for those before but now..." she shivered. "I can take it all. Sssstill, I'd rather have you become what you really are and..." She chuckled. "I still like girlsss, and so will you, I ssssuppose."

She pulled down his underwear, exposing his member to the air...and the scent. Somehow it became even more erect, almost pleasurably painfully so, as it rubbed at the inside of the lizard's thighs.

"Let's ssstart this right," Tarby said. "Give me a hug and a kiss."

Zitch did as he was told, leaning his head forward just as its scaly surface began to stretch. His jaws lengthened out into a reptilian snout, as his teeth shrank away, his lower jaw gaining jagged, tooth-like protrusions of their own as his neck lengthened, longer and slender. His new lizardlike muzzle met hers in a kiss of sort as their maws opened and their tongues met, wiggling and writhing as his thinned and extended to match herself. He embraced her and she embraced him, her long fingers tickling at the back of his covered back as scales subsumed skin there, his shoulder blades less prominent and his shoulders themselves now smaller and narrower. He hissed, as their tongues wrapped together and his penis pushed impotently just outside her sweet, sweet lips, his voice a little higher but also sultry and seductive in tone. Then Tarby abruptly ended their kiss, and they pulled away.

"Come on," she said, long fingers moving down to linger on a rear that was becoming rounder, plumper, and plush as dark scales washed over it. "Get in me."

Zitch obliged, though he took his time as it was hard to move in the sweet, smoky haze of the scent. He grunted and hissed, feeling around for a moment as purple scales spread up the inside of his legs to his hips. As his cock prodded at her lower lips, his hips suddenly wrenched both left and right at once as they widened, causing him to miss his mark. He hissed his frustration and set his feet farther apart, whining a bit as his thighs thickened so that they pressed against his sack.

"Come on," Tarby hissed, hands squeezing Zitch's plump rump before coming barely higher up to grip at a nub pressing out from the base of his spine. They pulled, coaxing length out of a growing tail while two smaller protrusions slithered under her pinkies. "I know you can. Don't waste your lassst chance."

Zitch hissed in distress at this, but followed the lizard's words. Repositioning himself, he placed his hands on her hips, long fingers digging into her firm rear before he brought his member to bear. He felt her squirm as he slowly pressed into her, parting her labia ever so slowly just as his tail lazily lengthened out from behind him.

"You're ssso gentle, ssso unsure," Tarby teased, shuddered as he moved further in. "Come on, where'sss your spirit? Is your hesitation because you're not the one in charge?"

"No, I..." Zitch murmured, his voice higher in pitch than before. "What'ssss wrong with me?"

"You're not really you, not yet." Tarby grunted and pressed her hips forward, taking more of him in. "You're making me do all the work. Sssome slut you are."

Zitch shivered, that one word sticking in his mind. In fact, he swore he saw it swirl in the purple haze.

"S-slut?" he stuttered, now into her and beginning to thrust his hips.

"Of course," Tarby said. "That'ssss what you are, no?"

Zitch was about to nod, but he shook his head instead. He grunted as he thrust forward, but that didn't feel right. Still, he continued to try, because that's what Tarby had told him to do.

"Of course you are," Tarby insisted, her hands sliding up and down his tail before moving back to his front, her fingers digging under his shirt and tracing over the purple scales that were smoothing out over his stomach and squeezing his waist gently inward, swiftly reaching up his chest. "You came to me oh ssso needy. What does that but a ssslut?"

"No..." Zitch shook his head and still tried to thrust, but his member was beginning to feel limp and useless even as Tarby's inner walls hungrily clamped down on it. He looked down and his gaze stopped at her breasts. They were so big and round and firm and he...he envied them.

"Yesss, yesss," Tarby purred. "You alwaysss were my slut, coming to me when you needed sssomething so bad." She shook her head. "Oh, stop it. You're doing nothing. Useless little thing there between your legs."

"B-but..." Zitch protested, whimpering as his member throbbed...and shrank.

"But what?" Tarby nuzzled at his neck, hissing as she bucked her hips at what there was simply less and less of.

"S-sex, it wasn't about s-sex..."

"You're right," Tarby admitted. "It wasn't about sssex. It was about sssatisfaction, and how is thisss different? In fact..." she grinned. "This will be better for us both. You the junkie, me the dealer but in thisss case...you the slut, me the mistress. And we'll be even closer, I'll be always here for you, and you for me. Doesn't that sound nice?"

Zitch paused, still staring at those breasts even as his member dwindled. He protested its departure, but it did feel good for it to slide out of her and into him, his testicles no longer chafing uncomfortably against his thighs as they too shrank away. Though something still seemed wrong, he couldn't help but agree with the lizard's locutions. Being so close to that sweet, satisfying scent...why, he couldn't think of how he could live without it.

"N-nice," he said. "It does sound nice."

"Mmm, yessss..." Tarby trilled. "Now, why don't you let go of the rest of that masculinity? You don't wear it well."

"Let it go?"

"Sssure, especially since you've ceased to sssatisfy. It's easy, plus don't you want to be like me, ssslut?"

Zitch nodded and felt his shrunken member pull further into himself from the acknowledgement. He took a deep, deep sniff of the sweet scent and noticed now how it seemed so flagrantly feminine. He shivered as he felt a slit open between his legs with a wet rip and then shivered again in pleasure as what remained of his masculinity delved deep inside him. It was like he was being penetrated by himself, his eager inner walls forming as testicles turned ovaries traveling through them and his shrunken member took its place at the top of his thickening scaled netherlips as a dark purple clit.

"More..." he moaned, as he became a she and that was fine with her. "M-more..."

The sensation of intense self stimulation continued as her feminine folds developed further, but she felt like there was something missing. As Tarby backed up, she stared at that wobbling bust wantonly.

"These?" Tarby said, groping and lifting up her tits. "You want these?"

Zitch nodded, shaking as her womanly slit finished forming, her inner walls pulsing and clamping down on a phantom member that simply wasn't there. Already her plump pussy felt a little wet.

"Just like these?" Tarby asked. "Or a size sssmaller?"

Zitch whined and felt to her knees, her tail lashing behind her as she spread her legs wide and reached for her slit. She quickly spread herself wide and thrust two long fingers in, panting eagerly at the sensation of something inside her.

"N-no," Zitch panted. "Please..."

"Pleassse what?"

"Make me bigger," Zitch moaned, digging deeper into herself. "Please make me bigger!"

"Oh, I was right," Tarby chuckled. "You are a sssslut, aren't you?"

Zitch nodded, and her next words were spoken fast and desperate.

"Yes, yes I am, mistress! P-please!"

"Hmm..." Tarby scratched her snout and then flashed a cruel smile. "Let'ssss make a deal then."

She set her legs wide and put her hands on her hips. Her tail came between her legs and poked at her purple-pink slit.

"Come on," she said. "Ssshow me that you're better than my tail. Lick me lovely and show me how much of a slut you really are." Her tail pulled away. "Submit as my cunt slut and you can have your big breasts, ssslut."

Zitch lurched forward on her knees, still desperately finger fucking herself as she came to kneel before the lizard. She stuck her crooked snout between Tarby's legs and opened it up, her tongue flicking out to give the slit a lick. She shivered at the taste, just as sweet and soothing as the scent.

"You liked that, didn't you?" Tarby hissed and Zitch nodded. "Come on, do what you're meant to, ssslut."

Zitch did as she was told, pressing her snout to part Tarby's lower lips so that her tongue could really get in there. It slipped in easily and she lapped at what lay inside, smelling and tasting that sweetness as she had never experienced before. It was almost overwhelming, but she continued on, eager to please her mistress and it seemed to be working as evidenced by Tarby's pleased hissings.

"Yessss..."" Tarby hissed. "You're doing well, ssslut, but I know you can do better."

Zitch nodded, her snout bumping against Tarby's clit, causing her mistress to quiver in pleasure. As Zitch pressed further in still, her nipples reemerged, now dark purple in coloration from beneath her covering of scales. Though initially invisible underneath her shirt, they soon became quite obvious as her scaled flesh swelled beneath them into small sized teardrops. Still, she licked and licked, and as her mistress benefitted so did she, her nascent breasts ballooning out into palpable lumps, then soft spheres that were easy to make out beneath her covering and then well rounded orbs that threatened to stretch out her shirt, her nipples prominent points poking against the clothing. Zitch too was digging deeper into herself, her hissing pants and moans muted by her mistress's pulsing pussy. She bucked her hips and felt her breasts bounce and swell further still, so close to release but she couldn't stop, not yet, not until mistress was pleased. She huffed and flicked her tongue in and out, faster and faster as she nudged her snout up and up again to rub against the other lizard's clit while her thin, long fingers stretched her own insides. She kept going and going and going until she heard her shirt creak and felt tugged forward by the weight of her breasts until she made it.

Tarby let out a screech and Zitch along with her as they reached climax, Zitch's snout wetter but smelling so sweetly as she pulled out, the top of her shirt tearing apart with a resounding rip as her big breasts bounced free and she fell back onto her rounded rear. Tarby stayed standing, panting and hissing, but otherwise still as feminine juices dripped down her thighs. Zitch meanwhile was a mess on the ground, quivering and shuddering with pleasure, kneading her new breasts needily as her tail languished swept back and forth behind her.

"My, my, my," Tarby growled, smiling down at the other lizard. "You are quite a cunt ssslut indeed. And that was your first time, mmm, I think I made the right choice, no? Better than that pathetic prick, wouldn't you agree!"

"Y-yes, mistress. Thank you, mistress."

"Oh, you're quite welcome." She sighed and smiled, sauntering over to Zitch. "You quite enjoyed that, didn't you, ssslut? What did I say? The best stuff, yesss?"

Zitch hissed in agreement, slowly sitting up and looking down at her breasts. She brought her hands up and held them, their ripe size just barely big enough that she couldn't cup them in her long fingers.

"And the best breasts too?" Tarby chuckled. "It seems like you got the bessst end of this deal, slut."

"Thank you, mistress," Zitch said, fingers caressing the sensitive scales around her breasts. "Thank you so much."

"My pleasure." Tarby shivered. "And I meant that. Why--"

The dominant lizard fell silent as something buzzed and grinded loudly against the floor. She looked curiously at Zitch.

"Might that be yoursss, slut?"

Zitch nodded, crawling over to her discarded jacket and pulling out her communicator, that even now sparked and fizzled despite functioning. She held it up to her mistress.

"No, no," Tarby said, shaking her head. "You answer it. After all, the rest should get the best, yesss?"

Zitch nodded again and answered.

"Hey Rind," she said huskily, hand groping at a breast. "No time to talk, communicator is shot but..." she moaned and quivered as she squeezed her tit. "Come to Tarby's. She..." she shivered. "He has the good stuff. N-no, the best stuff." She smiled. "And he's just giving it out. It really is the best...oh! Bring Lisse too."

She ended the call and threw the communicator to the ground. She looked up at Tarby.

"Good, mistress?"

Tarby nodded. "Yesss, slut. Well done. They'll be here soon, no doubt but until then..." she motioned to her still slick slit. "Well, you know what to do, ssslut."

Zitch licked her jagged snout and moved forward hungrily to do what she did best, glad that this trip would never end.