Mind Games
Mind Games
By Green
"No!"
"Please? You know, I have one too, we could compare them, it would be a bonding thing!"
"No!"
"Awww, it'd be so much fun!"
"For the last time, Jazz, I'm not going to show you!"
"Come on, dude, why are you so embarrassed about it? A lot of guys would be too chicken to get one in the first place, you should be proud!"
Ryan McKinnis blushed, as he was wont to do, looking quickly up and down the hallway to see if anyone was around.
"Would you keep your voice down? Jeez! Someone could hear you!"
Jasmine Dunnally smirked, placing her hands on her hips as the gecko nervously fiddled with the keys to his room.
"Relax, Slimey, it's the long weekend, the dorms are deserted."
The slender chameleon leaned in towards her best friend and lowered her voice.
"Don't worry, nobody's gonna find out that you like to take it in the can."
Ryan shot her a dirty look as he finally got his door open, blushing even harder, his cheeks a very dark shade of green.
"Just... just shut up about that, would you? And I told you not to call me Slimey."
As she followed the gloomy lizard into his place, Jasmine shook her head.
"I'm sorry, Ryan, but you're taking this too seriously! It's perfectly natural! There's nothing wrong with wanting to feel good that way too."
"Yeah, right. If this got out, everyone would just assume I was gay and in denial, or in the closet or something."
The "this" they were obliquely referring to was an object Jasmine had accidentally discovered in Ryan's room when she came to meet him before classes the previous day. Pulling his shoe on from the bed, he'd asked her to toss him his other sneaker, but the shoelace had somehow gotten wrapped around the handle of the bottom drawer of his dresser. When she picked it up, it pulled just hard enough on the handle to yank the drawer open - revealing, much to Jasmine's surprise, a scaly blue erection made of silicone rubber, accompanied by a modest bottle of lube. Ryan had mentioned in passing later on, still moaning in disbelief that his secret had been discovered, that he normally kept several shirts on top of it, but he hadn't done laundry in a couple of weeks and had used up all of them. Sitting down at the table in the kitchen nook, Ryan buried his face in his hands and let out a groan.
"Like I really needed my social life to be any worse. It was bad enough when people kept making those stupid insurance jokes..."
That at least was a fair point; Ryan was painfully shy, terrible at talking to new people. He was best friends with Jasmine, but he'd known her most of his life, long before she'd matured into the shapely reptile she was today. Other than her, Ryan had maybe two or three friends, despite the massive size of their class, and she was the only girl his age he could even talk to without blushing like a neon sign. Jasmine sat down across from him and placed her hands over his, her amusement replaced by genuine sympathy. He hadn't always been so painfully shy, and she was always giving him encouragement to try and go to talk to new people and hang out with the friends he did have.
"Come on, Ryan, it's not that bad..."
He lifted his face from his grip and looked at her wearily.
"Hmph. I bet even you think I'm gay now."
She shook her head, and took advantage of her chameleon heritage to roll one eye towards the ceiling in frustration while she kept the other firmly locked on his gaze. Actually, she normally didn't do things like that, she was very self-conscious about her appearance, which was considered bizarre even amongst reptiles. Most mammals found the eye thing incredibly unsettling, for example, but at least Ryan had known her long enough that he didn't even comment on it.
"Why are you being so stubborn? I was just kidding around with the 'let's compare them' stuff, you know that. I understand! Straight guys have prostates too, there's no reason why you aren't allowed to be curious about stimulating yourself. And Jesus, Ryan, what are you, nine? It's the twenty-first century, no one would care if you were gay."
He shrugged and avoided contact with both of her eyes, studying the boring tile pattern on the floor.
"You're right, you're right, I'm overreacting... but please, can we stop talking about - about it? You don't hear me asking you about your, uh, vibrators and stuff!"
She playfully flicked her tongue out and whipped it gently against his nose, something she'd been doing since they were kids.
"That's only because you know I'd actually tell you, and you'd die of embarrassment if someone started talking about their sex lives with you."
First, he shot her a look. Then, he snickered, visibly relaxed, and grinned for the first time since they'd entered the building.
"Yeah... you're probably right."
Internally, Jasmine felt triumphant, finally managing to get him to chill out. She smiled at him cheerily as she leaned back and made herself comfortable.
"So, are you going to the left-behind party on Saturday?"
There was a general get together in the dorms scheduled for that weekend, for all the students who, like Jasmine and Ryan, were stuck at the school for the long weekend. Exactly what Jasmine had feared would happen did happen when she brought it up; Ryan suddenly became very interested in the floor and slightly shook his head.
"Oh, uh, n-no, I don't think so, I don't really know anyone who's going except you..."
"Come on, Ryan, that's the whole point! It's not like they're gonna hate you from the get-go, and even if you do mess up, you don't know them. No harm, no foul."
"I - I don't know..."
He looked up at her, clearly embarrassed.
"I'm sorry, Jasmine, I know you're always telling me I should be more sociable... I don't mean to hold you back."
For the past several days, Jasmine had been mulling a decision over in her mind, and the misery on his face as he said that finally helped her make it.
"Hey, cheer up, Ryan. It's not so bad..."
She casually stood up and walked around behind him, placing her hands on his shoulders. The gecko looked up at her, slightly confused.
"J-Jasmine?"
"Just helping you relax, buddy. I know this stuff isn't easy for you."
She began to rub and knead at his shoulders, and soon the gecko let out a happy sigh and slumped a little in his chair, enjoying the impromptu massage.
"That's it, Ryan. Just close your eyes and relax... feel all that tension leaving your body, nobody around to judge you or stress you out right now, it's just you and me, and you know you're comfortable with me...
"Mmmm... thanks, Jasmine, that's real nice..."
"Shhhh, just let your favourite chameleon take care of it, you just sit there, and feel all that stress flowing right out of your body. I bet it feels great. I bet you're really comfortable by this point... so comfortable you might be feeling tired."
Ryan let out a sigh and slumped a little further down.
"Yeah, kinda... I - I guess..."
"Shhh... don't talk, just relaaaaax. Feel all your worries and cares just drifting away... feel yourself getting more and more sleepy, feeling more and more tired, so tired... aren't you tired, Ryan?"
The gecko was slouched way down, his head dangling like a sleepy kitten. He let out a quiet sound as if he were too far gone to answer her question. It may have seemed random, but Jasmine was tracing a very, very deliberate pattern across her friend's back, one that was releasing a tingling relaxation throughout his entire body, releasing chemicals that were making him drowsy even as they made him feel good. It helped that they were also making him more open to suggestion. She leaned in and began to speak more quietly, directly into his ear.
"You're so tired, Ryan, so tired you're having trouble keeping your eyes open. Can't you feel your eyelids getting heavier? Can't you feel how hard it is to stay awake?"
He mumbled something incoherent, his eyes fluttering.
"Okay, Ryan, just listen to the sound of my voice. You trust me, right? You trust me enough to know that I'd never do anything to harm you, so you're going to be a good little gecko and listen carefully. I'm going to count backwards from ten, and every time I say a number, you're going to go even deeper into this state of deep relaxation you're feeling. But you're not going to fall asleep, that's very important. And when I reach one, you're going to be more relaxed than you've ever felt in your entire life, you're not going to need to think about anything at all, you're just going to bask in the comfortable feelings, okay? I'll take care of you after that, so you just listen to me and follow my... suggestions. Is that okay, sweetie?"
Very, very slowly, Ryan lifted his head, and then he nodded very very quickly, as if he'd just relaxed the muscles and let his head drop.
"Alright, Ryan, listen carefully... Ten..."
He groaned quietly and slouched a little deeper.
"...Nine..."
The gecko shivered a little, and yawned quietly.
"...Eight..."
This time there was no outward reaction.
"...Seven..."
Still nothing. Jasmine finished counting down to one, and surveyed her handiwork. Ryan was sitting in the chair as if fast asleep, his breathing deep and even, his eyes closed.
"...Ryan, honey? Can you hear me?"
No response.
"Ryan, I'm going to need to be able to hear you if we're going to accomplish anything. So you're going to find that it's suddenly very easy for you to talk, okay? So you can answer my questions. Now: Can you hear me?"
The answer was immediate.
"Yes."
He sounded totally normal, but he looked fast asleep. Jasmine smiled widely, ecstatic. It had worked.
She had been taught the fine art of hypnosis by her uncle, Samuel ("Sam" to his friends and colleagues, but never to his nieces and nephews, "Uncle Sam" being too silly a nickname for his liking). This wasn't the stage show brand of hypnosis where you made someone act like a chicken or believe they were a celebrity for five minutes, this was the kind of thing where you could dramatically improve - or worsen - somebody's life. None of the rest of her family believed it, to her Dad and the rest of his family, Sam was 'the odd one', the weird uncle who amused the kids but wasn't especially noteworthy. Young Jasmine's opinion of him had changed the summer day that he'd used his talents on her to help her get over her crippling fear of stinging insects. One single session, and her reaction to the proximity of a bee or wasp had changed from running away screaming, with tears in her eyes, to mild cautiousness in the presence of something that could slightly inconvenience her. She'd told her parents as soon as she got home, but they'd just smiled and explained that it was just a trick, that because she believed she was 'magically immune' from the fear, she had acted like it, and had so realized that she didn't really need 'magical protection' at all. But she knew better. Her fear of bees had been all-consuming, she'd had nightmares where she was chased by immense swarms of the things, and dozens of 'they're more afraid of you than you are of them' speeches hadn't helped at all. Samuel had come along, and in fifteen minutes, taken that fear away entirely. She was eternally grateful, and had believed in him ever since. Relatively recently, she'd asked him if he would teach her the same skills, so that she could help other people the way he'd helped her.
Samuel, of course, had agreed, and taught her everything he knew about the art of benevolent manipulation. Before he'd given her the final lesson, about massaging the pressure points on someone's back to help get them to that suggestible state, he'd made her promise never to use what he taught her for 'the bad stuff', like giving someone a new fear, or forcing them to fall in or out of love with someone. Samuel had told her about one guy, widely regarded amongst those in the know as a betrayer of the worst kind, a man who had tried to use the gift to totally switch the personalities of two little girls, so that they would forever think they were each other, which would lead to no end of suffering and hardship for their respective families, when he was discovered by the one who had taught him the gift in the first place, who had rectified the situation and punished his former student... although Samuel always refused to explain how. She had promised Samuel that she would never abuse his teachings like that, and so he had given her the last secret.
Now, a small handful of years later, she had Ryan in a deep trance, and she was preparing to carry out the plan that had been brewing in her head for weeks, to give him a booster shot of self-confidence and help him come out of his shell... but then a sudden, exceptionally naughty thought occurred to her, and she grinned slyly.
Samuel made me promise never to force myself on anyone, he said making someone sleep with me was the worst betrayal possible... but surely there's nothing wrong with a little hands-free observation, is there?
Shivering with excitement, she leaned back down and tried to keep her voice steady and even.
"Alright Ryan, are you ready for my suggestions?"
"Yes."
"Okay, then, uh... when I tell you to, you're going to come out of the trance. And when you do, you're going to become incredibly aroused. You're going to feel an overwhelming need to -"
She found it difficult to say this to her friend with a straight face, trance or no trance.
"- to masturbate. And not only that, you're going to desperately want to use that dildo of yours when you do it. Do you understand?"
"Yes."
"Good, good. Now, a couple of other things: after you, uh, finish, you're going to fall back into the trance, so you can hear my suggestions again, and while you're out of it this time, you will be entirely unaware of my presence, okay?"
"Alright."
Those instructions had been pretty clear-cut, but Jasmine had always had a sense for the dramatic. So, grinning and blushing, she began to strip, leaving her clothes neatly piled under the blanket on his bed, where he wouldn't see them. Shivering with naughty excitement once she was nude in front of her lifelong friend, she went and leaned against his back wall and winked at his oblivious form.
"Alright, Ryan, now I want you to come out of the trance, and relax..."
It was unnecessary; her instructions made it clear that he would be totally unable to see or hear her in his room, but she did it anyway.
"...Just pretend there's no one else here."
As Ryan stirred, shaking his head to clear the grogginess, she giggled and changed colours, fading into the soft blue of the wall and disappearing.
Once the initial dizziness had passed, Ryan sat up, looking mildly confused.
"Jasmine? Jazz, where'd you - oh!"
He shivered, a shocked expression forming on his face.
"What the hell was that? Oh - oh fuck!"
A shudder ran from the tip of his tail to the shiny hairless top of his head. Unconsciously, his hand moved to his groin.
"What's going on?"
He yelped as yet another pulse of pleasure filled his body, moaning quietly as the burning need for release finally overwhelmed the need for an explanation. Quickly, almost frantically, he got up and fiddled with his belt, dropping his pants to the floor. Invisibly, Jasmine smiled. His boxers were labelled with the logo of a cartoon they'd loved watching together as children. As her friend finally got down to his birthday suit, Jasmine swallowed, both her eyes absolutely focused on his body. She'd never seen Ryan unclothed before. His groin was an interesting mix of Inherited features and human-like features; at first glance, he possessed a genital slit like those of certain feral reptiles, a protective pouch for his parts, but he also possessed a scrotum and external testicles, like a human's. If anything, it reminded her of the sheath many canine males possessed. She idly wondered if his sac would have scales if he weren't a gecko, with their famously smooth skin. Before long at all, she saw that the combination went even further, almost immediately after he began rubbing his slit, the head of his penis poked through and began to emerge. It looked very, very much like a human's, except that it appeared that it had never had any kind of foreskin; Jasmine assumed it was because it didn't need the protective feature if it was normally contained within his body like that. But the 'layout' of her friend's junk wasn't what she'd come here to see, and she flicked her tongue out to wet her lips as Ryan sat down naked at his desk and brought his computer out of safe mode, quickly bringing up a folder she'd never seen before, buried deep in his hard drive. It was full of pictures of beautiful, naked females of all species, with a focus on reptiles. She giggled again as the screen displayed a picture of a komodo woman on all fours, distracting the eye from her slightly undersized chest by lifting her thick, wide tail and exposing her treasures to the viewer, a sensual look in her eyes.
"You naughty boy."
Ryan sat down at his desk and let out a sigh of relief as he took hold of himself and began to stroke - only to immediately let out a tiny groan of frustration and get up again.
That's right, you need something more, don't you?
He went over to the side of his bed and bent over, reaching into a drawer on the side of the frame that Jasmine had thought was decorative. She wasn't paying particular attention to his hands, though; he was at a perfect angle so that when he bent over, he gave a very thorough view of his 'assets' to the delighted chameleon. Ryan remained oblivious to her giggling as he reached to the back of the drawer and pulled out what he wanted. He looked almost relieved as he brought the dildo back to his chair, and Jasmine, unable to help herself, moved closer to get a better view, unconsciously blending herself with the colour of the dresser behind her as she came to a halt. As she watched, Ryan reached into one of his desk drawers and produced a small, familiar, bottle of lube. The chameleon stared, fascinated, as he placed the dildo on his desk, letting her get a good look at it. It looked more or less like human genitals, complete with a rubbery pair of testicles at the base, but with a horizontal scale pattern running up and down the length. Ryan, whose erection had deflated slightly, hanging down and slipping just a little ways back into his body, squeezed a little lube into his hand and began smearing it up and down the shaft of the toy, looking for all the world like he was giving it a handjob. Then, once it was sufficiently slick, he reached back, lifted his tail, and started rubbing his lube-covered fingers into his own anus, preparing himself.
Soon after that, the gecko moved the faux penis to the front of his chair, and gingerly placed himself over it, reaching down and taking hold of the dildo with both hands to guide it to his rear opening. There was an oddly stressed look on his face, and Jasmine didn't understand until the head of the blue cock had just barely started spreading his ring of muscle open, and he paused, closed his eyes, and actually muttered out loud to himself.
"This part always fuckin' sucks..."
He took a deep breath and pushed down hard, cringing and letting out a yelp as the head of the toy pushed into him. Teeth gritted, he stood there twitching for a moment before pulling off with a slight whimper, reaching back and rubbing his ass as if he could soothe the pain from outside.
"Fuck fuck fuck fuck shiiiiiit goddamn that hurts..."
Jasmine frowned. She had thought the toy looked a little big. Perhaps he hadn't realized how large it was when he ordered it. She was just starting to feel bad for making him use it when he visibly relaxed, the movement of his muscles obvious through his smooth skin, and moved back to the toy, the worst apparently over. Once again he assumed the position, and this time, he managed to push down past the head, sighing in relief as the shaft of the toy slowly slid into his rear. By this point, Jasmine was squatting next to his chair (and changed to the colour of his floor), staring wide-eyed as her friend fucked himself with the toy, unconsciously reaching down between her legs and gently slid a finger along her lips, toying with herself. As the gecko settled down into the chair, only the toy's silicone balls visible, just under his own, she swallowed to combat dry mouth and whispered to the boy who was currently unable to perceive her.
"Man, Ryan, that's fucking hot..."
As she began to play with herself more energetically, Ryan began to stroke his mostly flaccid member with his thumb and forefinger, working on getting it back to its full glory before beginning to seriously stroke. At the same time, he began a slow rolling motion of his hips, which slightly pulled off of and then pushed back down onto the shaft of the dildo. Jasmine had started this because she was feeling especially curious about the toy, she'd never known a male who used them (at least none that were straight, anyway), but she found she was getting a lot more turned on than she'd expected, trying to catch peeks of the glistening shaft of the dildo as her friend rode it, finding herself staring at the gecko's erection as he used the residual lube on his hand to begin jacking in earnest. Backing up, she sat down with her back against his wall (changing the upper half of her body to match) and gave in to her own desire, beginning to finger herself and toy with her sensitive clitoris, her other hand moving up to squeeze and toy with her breasts, undersized compared to most mammals, but about average for reptile females, many of whom were unlucky enough to be flat as males, without even the benefit of sensitive nipples. But her cup size was the furthest thing from her mind as she plunged her fingers into the well-explored warmth of her love tunnel, a few remaining behind to keep her throbbing clit company.
"Mmmm, yeah... Look at that ass, fuck..."
Tearing her eyes away from the gecko's body, she saw that he had started an image slideshow on his computer, and up on the screen was a bent-over human woman, looking over her shoulder at the camera with a seductive look on her face, though given the proximity of the camera to her very well-defined rear, her face wasn't the focus of the image. As both reptiles watched, the image faded out and was replaced by a female komodo dragon, possibly the same one from before, standing nude under a waterfall, the classic natural shower picture. Jasmine let Ryan enjoy his ladies and resumed ogling her friend as he masturbated. It almost struck her as ironic; Ryan was rarely this relaxed in public, even when he was only with friends, and here he was letting his not-actually-existent hair down while masturbating with a sex toy in front of an audience, even if he didn't know that one was present. His toes curled up as a quiet gasp escaped his lips, and Jasmine shivered as a drop of shining pre emerged from the tip of his penis. She was embarrassed to discover that a puddle of her love juice was forming on the floor beneath her; she was way more turned on than usual. She bit her lip to swallow a gasp as a particularly strong pulse of pleasure danced up her nerve endings. It wasn't just that she was watching a dude riding a dildo and playing with himself, it was that it was Ryan, the guy she'd known since before she even liked boys that way. They'd never been this close before, and the idea that she was sharing something as intimate as mutual masturbation with him was really getting her motor running. For just a moment, she considered getting up and actually joining him, in this state it would be so easy to just slide him inside her and ride him to ecstasy... but that would be betraying her uncle and taking advantage of Ryan in a way that she'd never be able to forgive herself for. So she shook off the thought and continued masturbating, satisfied with what she had.
It may have been minutes or it may have been days later, both lizards were lost in a haze of bliss and it was difficult to tell. As Jasmine gently traced the inside edge of her labia with the tip of a finger, squeezing and stroking her love button with the other hand to get the most pleasure possible out of herself, she noticed that Ryan's breathing was growing faster and harder, and he was leaking precome at a fairly constant pace now. They were definitely close. She increased her speed a little to catch up to her friend, rubbing along her walls, seeking the extra-sensitive spots as she watched Ryan's fist increasing speed along his prick, the veins standing out as it grew harder than ever. She was going crazy with need; she was so close, she just needed a little more to push her over the edge into the release she so desperately desired. Suddenly, without warning, Ryan leaned back in his chair, pushing his hips forward, and moaned in pure relief. Jasmine's eyes widened as Ryan's penis throbbed in his hand, spurt after spurt of his glistening seed flying forth from the tip to fall to the floor with a quiet splat. And with each pulse of his ejaculation, his buttocks clenched, reminding the chameleon that he was squeezing down on the shaft of the dildo within him. That little display was what Jasmine needed. She pushed her fingers as deep into herself as she could go, feeling her own vagina clamping onto her hand as she toppled over the edge, feeling joy explode throughout her body. She knew it was impossible for Ryan to notice her, but she still felt suddenly self-conscious, and stuffed her free hand into her mouth to stifle her cries - only to shudder and moan even harder when she realized she could taste her own juices on her fingers. Her thumb playing over the surface of her aching clitoris, she quivered and shook as her climax burned through her body, her toes curling up as her pussy spasmed and her breath came ragged and hard. Taking in the sight of her friend spilling his seed one more time, she closed her eyes and rode the wave of bliss.
Sometime later, Jasmine found herself still sitting nude on the floor, totally contented. That had been a particularly satisfying orgasm. Glancing up at Ryan, she saw that his erection had deflated and withdrawn to safety back inside him, and that he sat slumped in his chair, once again deep in a trance, hand still glistening with lubricant and sperm. She momentarily felt guilty for what she'd done, but shook it off; okay, it was pretty pervy, but it wasn't like she was going to make him do it every day, and for him it had been no different than any of the other times he'd masturbated with the toy. Actually using the trance to take advantage of him, as the proverbial shoulder devil had encouraged her to do, would have been much worse.
Alright, time to take care of this mess.
She got up and walked out to the bathroom, suddenly oddly embarrassed to be prancing around someone else's place in just her scales (which had reverted to their natural emerald sheen while she was blissed out). The only thing that allowed her to do it at all was Ryan's earlier reassurances that his roommate was out for the weekend. As Jasmine stepped into the bathroom, one of her eyes flicked to the mirror instinctively, and she flinched a little. Ryan may have been socially inept, but that she could fix. She, on the other hand... well, she was a chameleon, and chameleons were not exactly internationally renowned for their beauty. She didn't have a horn growing out of her face the way some did, but she still had the wide, flat mouth and the bulging swivel-eyes that almost every other species found unnerving at best and disgusting at worst. She sighed and looked away, shaking her head.
One thing at a time, I can focus on my looks later.
She grabbed a towel off the rack and brought it back to the room, carefully cleaning up her juices from the floor, feeling a little self-conscious as she did so. She handed the towel to Ryan and told him to clean off his hand and get the cooling come from the floor while she rinsed herself off. He slowly nodded and stood up, reaching down before he began, to pull the toy out of himself with a wet schlick sound that sent a pleasant shiver down Jasmine's spine. She left the room as he began to clean up the mess, and stepped into the shower. It wasn't a particularly thorough cleaning, she just wanted to get the sweat and juice off of herself, and she wasn't sure if Ryan would notice later if shampoo or soap was missing. Stepping out, she dried herself off with another towel and left it on the rack to dry. Returning to the room, she found Ryan kneeling on the floor with the towel in his hand, his task complete, awaiting her instructions. She thought for a moment about how best to do this, and then decided to be theatrical about it.
"Okay, Ryan, listen carefully. You've just finished masturbating, and now you realize that you're late for an important class. You need to get there soon, but you can't bear the thought of going with come dried to your skin. So when I tell you to wake up, you're going to grab a quick shower - oh! And you're going to give the dildo a good washing!"
She was glad she'd thought of that, it wasn't as if the dildo was covered in filth or anything, but right now it was glistening with lube and such, and it would be for the best to not leave any evidence behind. It might seem odd to Ryan that he would take the time to wash the toy if he was so late, but hopefully he would be panicked enough not to think too hard about that. Clearing her throat, she finished.
"-And then you're going to return here to get dressed, where you're going to go back into the trance and await my instructions. Did you get all that?"
"Yes."
"Good. Okay then... wake up."
As Ryan started to stir, Jasmine realized to her horror that she had forgotten to tell him that he couldn't perceive her this time, and here she was, naked in his room. She dove over to his bed and flattened herself against the comforter, thanking whichever divine spirits may be watching that it was a solid red. Fortunately for her, Ryan didn't look directly in her direction, he just stood up, glanced at the system clock on his computer, and looked shocked.
"Oh fuck! I'm so late!"
Ordinarily she would have swallowed a giggle; it was comfortably late in the afternoon, way past the time any of their classes ended, no matter what day it was. Right now, however, her heart was still slowing down from her 'he might see me like this' moment of panic, so she wasn't in the mood for joviality. Once he hurried out of the room, sex toy in hand, she crept over to her bag in the corner, which he also thankfully hadn't noticed, and retrieved a comb, which she used to start bringing her shoulder-length locks to some semblance of order. She was very glad for the hair, many reptiles had none, and (in her opinion anyway) it distracted from her chameleon features. Also, handily, although it was normally jet black, due to her heritage it would change colours along with her skin when she blended into something. Right now it was just as red as Ryan's bedspread. She lay back down on the bed and finished combing, then waited the few minutes for Ryan to return. It took longer than she thought; he was one of those previously-mentioned hairless reptiles (the shampoo in the shower belonged to his roommate, a cheerful and friendly poodle who was decidedly not hairless), though luckily smooth-skinned geckos could easily get away with that look, but perhaps he was using soap to really cleanse his slick body of the evidence of his orgasm. As he rushed back into the room, the panic in his face suddenly washed away, his expression going slack, as he fell back into the trance.
"Alright, very well done, Ryan. Now, I have some final instructions for you. First, get dressed, in the same clothes you were wearing before. Then, put the dildo away and lie down on your bed."
As Ryan slowly bent over to pick up his boxers, Jasmine got up and changed back to her usual green, picking up her panties and starting to get dressed herself, now that he was under again.
"This is very important, Ryan, so you have to listen very carefully. Everything you've experienced since you first entered this trance is going to feel like a dream; when you come out of the trance, you'll be convinced it was a dream; you didn't really masturbate with the toy, and you didn't really take a shower to clean yourself off, you just dreamt that you did, okay?"
"Okay."
"Now, this part is vital: You won't actively remember hearing my instructions at all, but you'll still abide by them, alright? Your subconscious will take care of that."
The gecko said nothing, because she had not asked for acknowledgement.
"You're doing so well, Ryan, there's just one more thing I need you to do for me. Do you remember how confident you feel when you're alone? When there's no one around to judge you or tease you or anything?"
"Yes..."
Jasmine paused for a moment to finish tugging her tail through the appropriate hole in the back of her jeans.
"I want you to feel that confident, that relaxed, all the time, Ryan. I want you to feel brave enough to go out in public without feeling that people are always looking down on you. I want you to have the courage to talk to other people without worrying that they're going to hate you if you make a single mistake."
This was tricky, she had to make sure she didn't accidentally turn him into an exhibitionist or something.
"I don't want you to feel so free that you, uh, go out and bother every stranger you see or play with yourself in public. I want you to feel relaxed and confident, but within reason. Don't go breaking the law or anything... Do you understand?"
"Y-yes..."
It looked like he was having trouble with the instruction, not because of its complexity, but because of the nature of the instruction itself. It would be like instructing someone to punch themselves in the face; only the masters of the art could make someone else actively do something they didn't want to do while outside of a trance. She walked up to him as he walked towards the bed and placed her hands on his shoulders, stopping him. She leaned in close and spoke softly.
"Do it for me, Ryan? Please? It would mean so much to me."
He didn't respond. She needed an in.
"Ryan, are there any girls you have really strong feelings for? One you'd really love to be with?"
Even in the trance, he suddenly blushed a deep forest green and tensed up.
"Y-yeah, there's one..."
For just a moment, Jasmine felt irrationally jealous, mainly because her own romantic history was pretty crap, something she blamed mainly on her face. But this was for Ryan's sake, so she shook it off.
"Wouldn't you like to have the courage to talk to her, to tell her how you feel?"
The tension left his shoulders, and the blush began to fade.
"Yeah."
"So just do it, Ryan. Feel that confidence inside you all the time. Be the guy you want to be."
There was a long silence, and then the gecko slowly nodded.
"...Okay."
Jasmine breathed a sigh of relief. She would really have felt like a deviant if she'd watched Ryan beat off and then wasn't even able to help him with his problem.
"Thank you, Ryan. Remember: Confidence. Courage. You the man!"
He did not respond. She let go of his shoulders and moved aside, to let him lie down and make himself comfortable.
"Okay, now then, I'm going to count back from one to ten, and when I reach ten, you're going to come out of the trance. It's going to feel just like waking up, but that's okay, because you are waking up, remember? It was all a dream, even though my instructions will still have their effect on you, right?"
"Right..."
"Alright then. One... Two... Three..."
She started walking away slowly, leaving the room as she counted, speaking up to make sure he heard her, and opened the door to the bathroom, stepping in and leaning out the door as she finished.
"...Eight... Nine... Ten!"
The chameleon ducked back into the bathroom and closed the door as quickly as she could without slamming it. She silently counted to ten again and then flushed the toilet. She paused for a moment, and then ran the sink for a while. Finally, she turned off the water and exited the bathroom, speaking loudly as she did so.
"Alright then, let's get - did you fall asleep? Jeez, Ryan, I wasn't gone that long!"
The gecko sat upon the bed, looking around, a slightly confused look on his face.
"Wh - wait a minute, what happened? I don't even remember lying down!"
Jasmine giggled as Ryan rubbed his eyes to try and wake up faster.
"I gave you a backrub and then wanted to freshen up before we went to the movies. Come on, Ry-man, that was only like ten minutes ago!" she lied.
He shrugged helplessly and she grinned and beckoned him towards her.
"C'mon, sleepyhead. I'll even let you pick the movie, although we both know that means we're going to see The A-Team. Maybe I should get a stick or something, poke you if you nod off."
She turned and walked out of his room, one eye surreptitiously swivelling back as far as it could go, so she saw Ryan getting up despite his confusion and following her.
_ Good, he's buying it._
As he passed the desk, he glanced down, saw the tube of lube still lying there, and paled, quickly hiding it in a drawer. As he looked up, obviously to see if she'd noticed, she snapped her eye back around to the front, acting oblivious.
Whoops! Forgot to tell him to put that away. I hope he thinks he just left it there from the last time he 'really' did it...
She reached for her bag, hanging on a chair in the kitchen, and the gecko cleared his throat behind her.
"Umm, Jazz?"
She reached into the bag and felt around for her wallet, only half-listening.
"Mmm?"
"Uh, can we talk for a moment before we go?"
"Yeah, sure thing, Ryan."
Glancing behind her with her right eye, she saw that Ryan was not looking directly at her, he was staring at the wall with an oddly embarrassed intensity.
Is he still embarrassed about the sleep thing? Weird. I'll have to try to take his mind off it.
"Jazz, I feel st..."
He trailed off, mumbling his words too quietly for her to hear.
"What? What was that?"
She returned her full attention to the bag. Where was that blasted wallet? But just as she grabbed it, she was surprised by the feeling of hands on her shoulders, the gecko gently turning her to face him, shivering for some reason as he took a deep breath and looked her directly in the eye.
"Ryan, what -"
"I - I love you, Jazz."
To say that Jasmine was surprised would have been quite an impressive understatement. Her mind went blank, her jaw dropped, and she just stared stupidly at her friend, absolutely flabbergasted, making silly noises as she attempted to respond to that.
"Wh... buh... I..."
Ryan blushed yet again and let go of her shoulders, staring down at his shoes as he toed at a spot on the floor.
"I said, 'I feel strong enough to finally say it, and I wanted to get it out before it goes away'. I've - I've loved you for a long time now... quite some time now. You're the nicest person I've ever met, I'm always amazed that you put up with my whining, that you put up with me at all... we - we've been friends for so long now, and I - I fell in love with you somewhere along the way."
Clearly starting to panic, he reached up and rubbed at the back of his head.
"I - I mean, I think I did, I've never been in love before, it - it's just I really, really like you, you see, and I'd really like to -"
In retrospect, Jasmine would wish she were calm enough to have said something cool, like 'Ryan? Shut up and kiss me.' But in reality, she was still stunned, and instead, absently reached up to touch her scaly cheeks, and stammered,
"B-but my face... I'm not - I mean I don't..."
She was just in control enough to stop herself before mentioning that Ryan didn't have any chameleon girls in his porn stash, at least not that she'd seen, which of course was something she shouldn't be aware of. Her eyes began examining separate spots on the floor as she forced herself to finish her thought.
"I'm ugly, Ryan... you're not even another chameleon, how could you..."
She swallowed as conflicting feelings threatened to put tears in her eyes, but before she could finish that thought, she felt warm, soft hands pushing hers aside. Blushing, she looked up. Her friend, blushing just as fiercely as she was, was looking at her with a tenderness she'd never seen before, his hands, absolutely smooth and lacking fingerprints, able to grip things because of the swollen, slightly sticky nubs at the ends of his fingers, gently trailing across her scales.
"You're beautiful, Jazz. I've always thought so. The curve of your nose, the colour of your scales when you're not blending in with anything, the way your eyes let you see the whole world at the same time... I've always thought you were so beautiful, Jasmine, even when you didn't."
Her mind reeled. She'd heard him say it plain as day while he was under, but somehow she'd never dreamed that he could be talking about her when he said he had feelings for a girl that he'd never admitted.
"D-do you really mean that, Ryan?"
Suddenly she was the one who could use a boost of confidence. She received it when, instead of answering her, Ryan leaned in, and after a moment's hesitation, closed his eyes and kissed his best friend.
For a moment, there was only silence, they just stood there and held each other, the kiss slow and undemanding, Jasmine's tail slowly curling around the nearest leg of the table while Ryan's decidedly less opposable limb simply shivered along with the rest of him. Then, the gecko dared to move his hands down from Jasmine's shoulders, slowly creeping down her back, one staying even with its elbow while the other delved down still further, hesitating at the waist a moment before daringly squeezing the lizard's shapely butt. Their two tongues, one thick and wide, the other narrow and long, tentatively slid across each other, exploring the unfamiliar space, as certain feelings continued to warm up within both reptiles. Soon, their hormones demanded they take further action, so Ryan moved from tentatively feeling Jasmine's ass to a spirited grope, and Jazz pressed her hips forward, pressing her groin against the gecko's, moaning into the kiss as she felt that he was already rock-hard inside his pants. Breaking off the liplock, she looked shyly into his eyes (with both of hers) and grinned.
"Ryan, do you wanna, uh, you know..."
The gecko grinned widely and he swallowed audibly, excitement shining in his round eyes.
"More than you can possibly imagine!"
Laughing, the two moved back into Ryan's room, all thought of the movies totally forgotten by the time the door closed. As he kissed her neck, running his hands along her back, Jasmine giggled.
"All this time, I've been trying to help you be more social, talk to people, find a girlfriend... I had no idea you felt that way about me!"
Ryan paused for a moment as he took hold of the hem of her shirt, looking up into her eyes, silently asking the obvious question. When she nodded, he slowly began pulling up, revealing her (currently) emerald green stomach, where the scales were smaller, the skin smooth to the touch.
"All those times you were down on yourself, talking about how ugly chameleons are, I - I wanted to tell you how I felt, tell you you were beautiful, but I - I just couldn't say it, couldn't risk having you reject me. I care about you more than anyone else, Jazz, I couldn't handle it if I spoke up and it meant we couldn't be friends anymore."
As he tossed her shirt to the floor, he glanced off to the side, momentarily furrowing his brow.
"Actually, I'm not sure why today was any different, after that thing with the - uh, you know... I was feeling even lower than usual."
Not wanting him to dwell on his unusual actions, Jasmine reached over and started unbuttoning his shirt, slowly exposing his chest, and flicked her tongue out to tease one of his nipples, bringing his attention firmly back to the present.
"That doesn't matter now, I'm just so glad that you did it."
As she slid his shirt down his arms and onto the floor, she kissed him again, gently, warmly, breaking off only to continue undressing. She was surprised at her own hesitation as she reached back to undo her bra, it was a very different feeling when he was actually aware of her. But then she looked up into his eyes, and saw the warmth there, the same anxious and excited look as in her own, and she opened the catch quickly, so as not to think about it, pulling off the bra and grinning shyly at him. As he stared, his eyes wide, she had to actively resist the urge not to blend into the wall behind her. Ryan slowly raised his hands towards her chest, inching them towards her bosom, only to stop at the last minute and glance upward, looking in her eyes questioningly. She nodded her permission and shivered as she felt her best friend's hands gently press against her sensitive breasts, sighing happily as he tentatively squeezed and prodded at her, like he'd never even heard of the concept of mammaries before. One of his hands slipped off her chest, and she started to ask what he was doing, but was only able to let out a surprised gasp and a laugh as he swept that arm behind her legs, scooping her up into his arms. Throwing her own arm around his neck, she leaned up and kissed him, giggling the whole time.
"You're stronger than you look, Slimey."
"Most geckos are. And do you really want me to drop you?"
As he carried her over to his bed, she laughed again.
Soon they were laying down, eyes closed, making out with gusto, and alternating between feeling each other up and struggling to undo their pants without looking. Finally, they'd managed to kick off the garments that entrapped their legs and lay there on the bed, facing each other in just their underwear. They paused for a few minutes, to continue kissing passionately and running their hands along each other's bodies, but eventually they both knew they were just putting off the inevitable; it was obvious that Ryan was getting hard inside his boxers and Jasmine could feel herself getting wet. Silently deciding it was only fair that she go first after she'd used surreptitious methods to see his bits earlier, she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her panties and tugged them down her legs. Ryan swallowed audibly, his eyes locked on her groin, and whispered to her.
"C-can I..."
"Yes."
As the gecko gently pressed his hand against her mound, Jasmine gritted her teeth and hissed out a sigh, to keep herself from moaning out loud as he curiously pushed a single finger between her hot, wet lips. As Ryan grew more comfortable and playfully began to explore her depths with the smooth tips of his long fingers, she couldn't contain a gasp, and took hold of his shoulders to brace herself. It wasn't that he was some kind of fingering genius, it was the slow realization that after so much time as his friend, so much time trying to get him to open up, she'd developed feelings for him as strong as his secretive passion for her. She slipped her tail between her legs and coiled it around one of his, shuddering against him as he just barely grazed a fingertip over her clitoris.
"God, Ryan... I - I want you. I need you. Please..."
Ryan wanted to go on exploring her treasures, but he was no fool, so he pulled out of her warmth and grabbed hold of his boxers, boldly tugging them down before her for the second time that day (although as far as he was concerned, it was the first time in his life). His penis wasn't entirely erect, but it had slipped all the way out of its sheath.
"Am I... you know... big enough?"
"You're great, Ry-man."
To emphasize her point, she reached down and took hold of his length, moving down the bed without warning and first kissing the head of his swelling penis, then taking it into her mouth. Flicking one of her eyes upward she saw him with a look of total shock on his face, unable to hold back a groan as she swirled her nimble tongue around his cock. Within seconds he was steel-hard within her mouth, but when she tasted what could only be his salty pre, she stopped and leaned back, frowning. As his manhood slid back out of her mouth, Ryan looked down.
"Wh-what's wrong?"
"I don't want you to finish before we've, you know..."
In truth, it was her understanding that it was a good idea to finish the guy off once before you do The Deed, but he'd already come once, less than an hour earlier (again, even if he didn't remember it), and she wasn't sure how quickly he'd be able to recover from a second.
"Oh, uh, okay."
She started to move up, but he placed a hand out to stop her.
"Umm, Jazz? I'm - I'm not sure I can..."
His cheeks were burning as he swallowed audibly and forced himself to finish.
"...Can last long enough to make you, uh, to make it good for you. Do you mind if I - that is if first I - uh... oh hell, can I go down on you?"
Jasmine giggled despite herself at the abashed look on his face, and leaned back, opening her legs.
"Of course Ry, I didn't know you were such a gentleman."
She lay down and closed her eyes, to better appreciate the sensations, and smiled as a tingle of pleasure ran up and down her body with the first exploratory lick she felt. Ryan soon became comfortable with his task, and pressed his head against her treasures, holding on to her thighs to steady himself. His wide, thick tongue wasn't especially nimble, so it wasn't very good at seeking out the more sensitive points on the inner surface of her love tunnel, but it was good at lapping across the full surface of her outer lips at once, and she really appreciated the surprising amount of care and attention he gave to her aching clitoris. She arched her back and gasped as he added fingers to the equation, trying to find the spots his tongue was too blunt to adequately stimulate.
"Ohhh, Ryan, right there, just like that, yes! Mmmm..."
She lifted her lower legs and wrapped them loosely around his neck and shoulders, pinning him in, which didn't slow him down at all. Whimpering as he slowly but surely increased the pleasure she was feeling, Jasmine felt she needed something to do with her hands, and brought them up to her bust to fondle herself as her best friend rubbed at her vaginal walls and licked at her sopping lips, moaning when he leaned down and ever-so-gently squeezed her throbbing clit between his teeth. Ryan was no expert, it wasn't like he immediately and magically found her G-spot and its sensitive friends, but with Jasmine's encouragement, he made sure it felt as good for her as possible, not to mention that he was clearly really enjoying himself, dragging his tongue across her labia like she was a particularly tasty popsicle he wanted to savour. Behind his head, Jasmine's feet were twitching, her toes curling and uncurling, while her tail thrashed around beneath them, her hips bucking towards Ryan's face as the pleasure built inside her towards the inevitable boiling point.
"Yesyeseys, I'm so close... p-please don't stop!"
And he didn't, of course, increasing his efforts with a smile. She eagerly let herself be pulled over the edge into a warm, shuddering climax, letting out a high-pitched, satisfied groan as every muscle in her body rippled, the powerful surge of pleasure dancing along every last one of her nerve endings. Letting go of her sensitive teats, she sat up and grabbed hold of Ryan's head, pressing his face tight against her slit and whimpering as she was totally overwhelmed with bliss, feeling his tongue against the walls of her vagina as it spasmed uncontrollably. But all too soon, she pushed him away instead, feeling that if it went on any longer, she might go crazy. As she lay on the bed, breathing hard and twitching, he quietly crawled up and hugged her from behind. She grinned a bit tiredly and placed her hands over his.
"Damn, Ryan, you were a bit off at first, but with a little help... fuck, you could make a career out of that!"
He licked the back of her neck, nuzzling against her as she giggled.
"Too bad I don't wanna try it with anyone but you."
Jasmine smiled and flicked out her tongue, just catching his cheek.
_ I should trance him again later and make sure he doesn't forget that thing he did with his ring finger, mmmmm..._
And the reptiles just lay there like that for a while, enjoying the closeness of another warm (downright hot, in Jasmine's case) body, and breathing deep of each other's scent.
After a short time had passed, Ryan leaned up and placed a hand on her shoulder to get her attention.
"Ummm, Jazz? I - oooh, I really need to be with you, can we please...?"
Jasmine reached back and gently stroked his cheek with the scaly back of one hand.
"Of course, Ry, thanks for being patient with me."
She turned over and spread her legs, her thighs glistening with her juices and her lips still dark and plump from her pleasure. She felt decidedly self-conscious as Ryan climbed over her, his long-neglected hard-on bouncing beneath him. Lowering himself towards her eagerly awaiting body, he cleared his throat to draw her attention away from his erection and towards his face.
"You're not, uh..."
She cut him off while he was trying to finish.
"No, just ended, so not for another couple of months."
"Oh, good."
The end to Ryan's question was 'in season'. Jasmine had what was essentially the reptilian equivalent to a heat cycle, but instead of just making it much more likely that she'd become pregnant, her seasons were the only time she was fertile. There was no danger whatsoever that this particular tryst would lead to them becoming parents - although the thought briefly distracted Jasmine with the question of what, exactly a half-chameleon-half-gecko would look like. She was immediately brought back to reality, though, as she felt the tip of Ryan's penis pressing at her entrance. She shivered and let out an 'ooooohh' as her best friend's manhood slipped between her labia and pressed into her welcoming velvet embrace. Reaching up, she placed her hands on his back and pulled him towards her, smiling as he sighed with relief, his erection effortlessly sliding all the way home. They took a few seconds to get used to this sensation, now that there was no longer any doubt whatsoever that they were More Than Friends. Then, the gecko braced himself against the bed and slowly drew back, until just the very tip of his length was still within her, the chameleon feeling surprisingly empty, wanting him, needing him back. She was intensely relieved when he slid forward again, shivering as he rubbed along her walls until he was hilted in her once more. Tilting her head up to kiss him, she flexed her vaginal muscles and squeezed his hard length, her eyes twinkling as he shuddered. Ryan thrust into her again and again, gradually increasing the pace as he became more comfortable, and Jasmine kissed him hungrily, loving the sensation of making love to her best friend. As he reached up to fondle her chest, she broke off the liplock to moan, and shook her head in disbelief.
"Fuck, we should have - ah! ...should have done this years ago, Slimey..."
She let out a yelp as he suddenly hilted himself with more force than before, sending a delicious shiver down her spine.
"I told you - unf - not to call me that."
The grin on his face belied his annoyed tone, and she grinned and licked his nose.
"I wouldn't keep calling you that if you weren't so cute when you get annoyed."
She giggled, and he couldn't help but grin as he kissed her neck and tweaked her nipples.
Jasmine became somewhat lost in the delicious sensations of Ryan's penis rubbing along her sensitive walls, feeling her own juices running down her thighs as his hands ran all over her body, exploring her with an eagerness she loved. She was finally brought back to reality when the gecko let out a sound that wasn't quite a whine, and when she tilted an eye up to investigate, he had an embarrassed, apologetic look on his face.
"Jazz, I - I'm sorry, I can't - I'm not gonna last much longer..."
"It's oh - okay, Ryan, I don't mind, you took care of that earlier, remember?"
"D-do you want me to pull out?"
She snaked her tail up and around him, keeping him in place like a safety belt.
"Don't you dare."
He held her tight as his thrusts grew faster, more frantic, as he desperately raced towards relief. He began to whimper as the chameleon felt his muscles stiffening under his skin, and soon his back arched and he let out a long, low-pitched moan, shuddering against her body as his erection throbbed deep within her.
"Ohh - ohhh God... ohh, Jasmine!"
Jasmine shivered as she felt the sudden heat growing within her, the warmth of his seed spreading into her body. She rubbed his back and kissed his cheek, whispering words of encouragement into his ear, until he finally burned through his orgasm and collapsed, exhausted, atop her.
After a moment, Ryan realized he was putting all his weight on her and rolled to the side, slipping out of her as he did so, and Jasmine turned to face him, silently taking his hand with a smile. They lay there like that, gazing into each other's eyes like they were looking for the meaning of life, relaxing as their heartbeats returned to normal, their breathing slowing down to its usual quiet level. Finally, Ryan began to break the silence.
"Jasmine, I..."
"Hey Ryan, have you seen my chem lab notes? I thought I left - oh shit!"
Both lizards' heads whipped around as the door opened and a casually-dressed poodle walked in. Jasmine let out a most uncharacteristic shriek and pulled the blanket up over her exposed chest, and Ryan blushed up a storm and gestured wildly towards the door, saying things that were equally out of character for the soft-spoken gecko.
"Riley, get the fuck out! Knock next time, for God's sake!"
Riley apologized as he backed up and closed the door, but while his words sounded sincere, there was just the hint of a smirk on his face. The reptiles huddled together on the bed, heart rates suddenly spiking again, as they listened to hushed, indistinct voices on the other side of the door - followed by the sound of a girl trying not to giggle and failing miserably. As the voices mercifully disappeared and the outer door closed behind them, Ryan turned to Jasmine, looking helpless and humiliated.
"I thought you locked the door?"
"I thought you said your roommate was out of town!"
The gecko groaned and buried his face in his hands.
"I thought he was! He must have forgotten those papers and come back, and it sounds like he brought his girlfriend with him... oh God, that giggly Akita loves gossip, she's gonna tell the world about this!"
Personally, Jasmine didn't care if the 11 o'clock news did an exposé on their sudden relationship, but she knew what a private person Ryan was, and put on a sympathetic face.
"It's okay, Ryan. Okay, that's embarrassing, but hey: I'm still here, aren't I? And I'm gonna be here for you from now on. Um, unless you wanted this to be a one-time thing..."
"Oh no no no no no, that's fine! On-going is definitely what I wanted!"
He relaxed and lay back down, stretching.
"I'm so glad this happened, Jazz."
She joined him, snuggling against him, her smile widening as he began to play with her hair.
"Me too, Slimey."
There was a pause, and then:
"Aren't you going to tell me not to call you that?"
He looked down and winked.
"It's growing on me."
They giggled for a moment and then kissed once more.
"Still, I hope Riley's girlfriend doesn't make us the joke of the school. 'Oooh, nerds in love!'"
A thought occurred to Jasmine and she turned her face away from Ryan to hide her sly grin.
"It'll be fine, Ryan. I'm sure she'll respect our privacy. In fact, I'll bet you this time next week she won't even remember this little incident."
"You think so?"
"I do."
Stifling a chuckle, Jasmine finished her idea silently.
_ ...I just need to find a way to give her a shoulder massage._