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You're alone.

You can't recall quite how it happened. In one moment, you were getting ready to bunk down for the night despite the cheering and carousing of your comrades, pleased with a job well done and then in the next you were on your feet pulling on your gear while alarms blared through your makeshift camp. Your companions ran this way and that as everyone hurried to respond to another incursion by this damnable planet's inhabitants. This time it was by a particular bipedal species of reptilians, purple scaled lizards that only wore metallic pauldrons and nothing else, leaving their lithe, curvy bodies and their certainly non-reptilian mammaries on display for all to see.

It wasn't that the busty nearly naked lizards were particularly dangerous, but rather that their friendly, overly amorous advances distracted from other things you and your fellows had to focus on, such as repairing your landing craft and keeping recently collected specimens and artifacts contained. Rules of engagement prevented you and your crew from firing on the lusty lizard ladies, but gently telling them off only worked so many times and this time it seemed like they were going to get what they wanted. In a matter of moments, they had overrun the camp, a fact that puzzled you until you saw one of your companions caught between a rather large lizard lady sitting on his still helmeted head, wet slit rubbing against his visor while a chitinous, oddly humanoid insectoid squeezed his dick between her carapaced breasts. It wasn't just the lizards then, but also their insectoid cousins, busty "beetles" that were equally as amorous and somewhat more effective thanks to their potent pheromones.

Whilst trying to avoid being caught between any members of either affectionate species, you looked for leadership and came across your commanding officer just as the camp's alarms went strangely silent. He was able to give you and a couple others a command to secure the specimens and artifacts before he was silenced, sharp tongue caught between silken scaly folds. You rushed off with your fellows, passing by the camp's quiet generator, its lack of life seemingly due to an oddly electric ukulele lying against it, one of the artifacts you and your team collected just this day. Could it mean the aliens had already reached the containment module? You and those still with you couldn't question this long, thanks to advancing aliens looking for love. You tried to stay together, but your companions were picked off one by one by the erotic xenos until only you are left, leaving you here alone before the containment module. Worse, it has begun to rain, a strange occurrence when the possibility of precipitation had been so low to begin with.

You sprint towards the containment module's entrance without a second thought, dodging a lizard lady and busty bug both before the doors slide automatically open at your advance. They slam shut shortly after you enter, and you spin around to make sure no one else made it in. The sight of the reptilian and insectoid females pressing their bodies and breasts against the transparent doors, needly slits clearly outlined against the glass relieves those worries for now. You give the lusty ladies a nod and then turn around, peering through the interior of the module as you try to determine if anyone - or anything - else has made it in.

It's dark inside, the only illumination on offer the soft red glow of the emergency lights. It's quiet too, the only sound you can hear being the soft patter of rain mixed with pleased hisses and groans of those outside.

You glance to the left of the module and see some of the artifacts you've helped collect on this strange planet, including but not limited to: several stuffed teddy bears, a pile of glowing crystals, a stack of backup magazines, and cases upon cases of illicit energy drinks. There's more than just that, of course, but you're more concerned by what lies at the far end of the containment module in the only currently occupied cell of four.

Cautiously you approach the cell, your steps as silent as you can make them, but of course the creature will see you if it's awake. You only make it about halfway to the cell when you hear the clatter of chains, a soft snort, and then you can see it, the creature, her, still chained up, still contained for now, the only thing in the cell aside from a stack of fresh meat in the shape of cut steak in the corner, her preferred food source.

The captive creature is akin to the purple lusty lizards marauding your encampment for now; that is, a bipedal anthropoid that is somehow as reptilian as she is feminine and humanoid. There are, however, many key differences that are difficult for even someone untrained in biology as you are to miss. Her scaled skin is a reddish purple, her limbs are longer yet bulkier, possessing dense, glowing green talons. The captive reptilian's back is adorned with several black spines, and she has a thick and stubby tail. She regards you with four glowing green eyes, two on each side of her thicker, broader toothy snout more similar to a theropod than any terrestrial lizard.

She's also more endowed in the feminine, humanoid aspect than her purple ilk thanks to strong, powerful thighs, wide hips surely capable of bearing more than an egg or two, her rear that you can even see a bit of from back here, and of course the rather big breasts that hang firm yet perky on her chest, neon green nipples dripping with a liquid that sizzles and smokes as it lands on the metallic floor. Her glowing green pussy drips with the same substance, as a bit of acidic saliva drips from her mouth while she regards you, glowing green tongue flicking out in a manner that could either be hungry or horny or perhaps both. She's also bigger than the other reptilian aliens, a large lizard that is at least a couple feet taller than you and size isn't even the only imposing factor.

There's a gleam in her green eyes as she stares at you, a hunger that you now see seems more carnal than corporeal. She wants you but she's not getting you as long as she's chained up, her two arms held in place by the galaxy's finest shackles. The captive huffs, and some acid splashes from her maw onto the ground. You let out a sigh of relief to not only find her here, but still bound. She's an odd specimen, kept here for reasons your commanding officer never shared, but you're glad she's not run amok. She's a big girl and you have no doubt she would be a rough lover. You heard the science officer mutter something about "wanting to be left alone" and "mutagenic properties" as he examined her, whatever that meant, but you're more concerned about the acid. You can't imagine anyone ever surviving a close encounter with her.

...unless?

You shake your head. No, you can't think with your dick right now, even if the sight of so much bare female flesh, scaled or otherwise, had aroused you earlier. You would be lying right now if you denied being horny, but perhaps that was just the beetle pheromones that had permeated the camp. Still, you're going to stay away from the large lizard lady and instead focus on...what? Inventorying the artifacts? Calling for help? SOS, amorous aliens have overrun our camp! Who on your ship in orbit, the Junction Dark, would believe that? Plus, what was the harm now? The test subject and most of the artifacts were contained and-

You shiver and cringe as you hear the whine of scraping metal. You wonder what the cause of it is for only a moment before you glance at the prisoner just as she pulls both of her arms together. There's that sound of scraping again, another shiver from you, and then a grinding snap as the chains come loose from the wall. You stare at the alien in shock and she laughs, folding her arms across her chest and prominently pushing up her huge breasts.

"Did you think these chains would contain me?" she asked, clasping her taloned hands together as the chains still around her wrists gently clinked.

You're speechless. You've never heard her speak before - in fact, no one was really sure she could or would - but she was surely speaking now in a voice deep, sultry, and distinctively feminine. She seems to notice your shock as she leans forward and leers with quite a toothy grin.

"What did they tell you?" she asks, her stubby tail wagging. "To make sure I was safe? Restrained? Well, I'm here, dear, but..."

That grin broadens and then she spits. You yelp and step away, but the acid wasn't aimed for you, but the bars. The metal sizzles and melts and the large lizard doesn't seem to care as she places her hands on them and attempts to pull them apart. Of course, the weakened metal bends easily, she steps forward, towards you, and then just like that she's free.

"I'm not restrained anymore, am I?" she says. She takes another step forward and you stumble back, but she covers much more ground than you. She looms over you and for a moment the only sound there is of melting metal and the sizzle of the ground as more acidic drips from her wet pussy. She snorts and turns her head, looking side to side before settling her gaze upon you again. You have a hard time meeting her eyes and so instead you stare at her bountiful breasts that drip with that same acid. "Well, well, well. Would you look at that? It's just you and me. You and me...or is it me and my little plaything...?"

You stammer, yet you can offer no meaningful response. You have nothing on hand to deal with the female reptilian. It had taken a commando to subdue her in the first place, but he was back on Junction Dark, placed in a pod to deal with another crisis. The creature was right. It was just you and her, and your personal comms were far too impotent to reach your ship. You'd have to get past her and reach the communications terminal if you wanted to help, and that was even if the terminal worked without full power. Of course, there was the artifacts but-

"Thinking of something?" the creature asked. "Scheming?"

You blink and look her in the eyes this time.

"Yes," she snorts. "I'm not stupid. I know you're thinking of trying to escape me, dear, but..." She leaned over, hands on her hips, breasts jiggling. "That's not going to happen. We're getting out of this together. Do you know why?"

You shake your head, taking a step back while she takes a larger one forward, hips and tail swaying enticingly.

"Because your little scientist friend was wrong," she says, grinning toothily. "I don't want to be left alone. No, no, I crave company. You could almost say..." She opened her maw, acid dripping from her tongue as she licked her snout. "I'm hungry for it."

At this, you turn to run and flee and only make it a few steps before you bump into something unexpected. It's one of the artifacts, a meathook imbued with artificial intelligence for what reason no one was able to deduce. It's curled up at an entrance to one of the cells, the hook wrapped around a bar but now its chains are curled up around you, the metal constricting around you tightly. Not enough to restrict your breathing, but enough to keep you immobilized and dash whatever chance of escape you ever had. The acrid alien laughs and steps forward, claws clicking against the metal flooring.

"And just where are you going?" she asks. "Nowhere, it seems. Well, this is good news for me, yes? And good for you too. I assure you, you really will enjoy what's coming next. Now what would you like first? A hug, or a kiss?"

She points with one clawed hand at her tongue and with the other to her dripping pussy, her tail wagging with excitement. Your response is to struggle in the grip of the sentient chains. She sighs and rolls her eyes - all four of them - and then bends over, opening her mouth wide before she gives you a long, loving lick. You expect pain, to burn beneath the acid of her "kiss," but instead all you feel is a soothing, tingling burn like that of a sensual, deep massage as her tongue licks across every part of your face, over your lips and nose, teasing at your ears, around your neck, and even a little in your mouth before she pulls away. You gag and almost spit, but the acid that slips in your mouth doesn't taste like acid at all. It's at first sour and then sweet, somehow sugary and you relax a little even as your face gently aches. She nuzzles your forehead and you pull your head away too late, flinching when she comes into contact again.

"Hmm..." she hisses, placing a large hand on your shoulder as she looks you eyes to eye. You squirm as that claw digs into your shoulder, penetrating your incomplete battle dress as you feel that soothing burn starts to spread there too. Why hadn't you put on your helmet? Now you're covered in the seemingly non-acidic acid and you can feel it oozing down your head while your hair falls away and your nose slowly starts sinking away into mere slits while your face starts to press forward and broaden into a reptilian snout while-

Huh?

You blink and your eyes burn, your vision distorted as your eyes begin to feel like you're pulling apart. You let out a surprisingly high pitched whine as the lizard pulls away, smiling as she stares down at you. You struggle to meet her gaze, and even a chuckle from her sounds distant as your ears wiggle and slowly sink into the side of your skull. Your face is stretching in front of you and your skin has taken on a reddish-purple coloration...except it's not really skin anymore, is it? It's something soft and smooth and yet tough, a hardened hide of scales that spreads over your head as more and more of your hair falls away. You blink again, not quite believing your eyes but even now it's hard to see. It's as if your eyes are being pulled in four different directions.

"Now this is a good start," the lizard says, reaching down to tap your growing snout with one claw. You grimace, gritting your teeth as you feel them thicken and sharpen in your broadening reptilian maw. "But this is much too slow. If we're going to have some fun before the night is out or those pesky little lizards make their way in, we're going to have to speed this up, dear."

She turns away from you, giving you a great view of her plump rear and you can't help but feel that she purposefully lifts her tail to give you a better view of that glowing pussy damp with her juices. She meanders away and you can just turn your head enough to see her ambling towards the artifacts stashed nearby.

"What do we have here?" she asked, bending over and giving you an even better view of her pert rear. Your cock throbs and you squirm, moaning as it presses against the confines of your pants. The alien reptilian pauses and then looks over her shoulder. "What's that, dear? Good idea. You should be well fed. Or muzzled." Her green eyes light up. "Great idea!"

You watch as she walks over to her cell, stepping over the melted remains of the bars. She reaches for something and then returns to you, a slab of fresh meat in hand. You blink two eyes (or is it four?) and open your mouth to protest before she shoves the meat into your maw. Your sharper, more predatory and now more numerous teeth sink into the food and it tastes delicious. You hiss out contentedly and she smiles down at you.

"Good," she says. "Enjoy yourself. The only thing I should hear from you is that or my name." She winks. "Acrid by the way. At least, that's the short way to say it..." She shakes her head. "No, no, that works." She pats your head and the last of your hair falls away from your now scaled head as you whine, the chains tightening around you. You shrug your aching shoulder, clenching and unclenching a hand as your fingers thicken and merge, five becoming four as talons thicken and emerge from what were your nails. Your altering hand tickles as that soothing burn runs from your wrist to your shoulder, scales soon multiplying across the surface of your skin, smoothing your stomach and working to subtly, gently tuck in your sides to leave you with a smaller, more pressed-in waist. You can't see it, but you can certainly feel it as your arm thickens and grows a little longer, a little bigger and yet becomes slender too.

"Let's see here..." Acrid murmurs, wondering away. You track her movements for only a few moments before you're seeing doubles - no, quadruples of her and everything else, four, thick stubby tails, four sets of full, enticing breasts, four slits that drip with need and want. You shiver and then your vision aligns just as your snout presses forward with earnest, sloping and shaping out into a thick, slightly rounded reptilian muzzle while you hungrily chew through and devour the meat in your maw. You blink and this time you're conscious of blinking with four eyes, eyes more than able to see the snout that lies in your view at all times. It's a snout, your snout, and your jaw drops in disbelief that it's yours. Your tongue snakes out, thickening and lengthening while something starts to drip out of it and your open maw, something that splashes and hisses as it comes into contact with the chains. The chains shiver and then retreat from you.

You're free!

Except you're not. Acrid is back, and she holds several yellow liquid filled syringes in her claws. She smiles as she holds one out to you. You recognize it as combat stims a soldier might take. The large lizard gives the tip of a syringe a lick, coating it with her acid, and then sticks it into your neck. You hiss, eyes going wide as the drugs mix with that acid of yours to give you a rather peculiar high. Your senses are heightened, making you all too aware of how that soothing burn spreads down your neck to your chest, that calming heat only increasing as she sticks one needle after another into your yet unchanged hand, one of your thighs, and finally to your upper chest. You hiss and pant with each injection, feeling as not only does more of those scales start to subsume your skin all over your body, but your own production of that "acid" increases, glowing green liquid dripping from your lizardlike maw. You groan and fall on your side, clawed hand clicking against the ground while your other hand balls into a fist as it begins to undergo its own, similar changes.

"How does that feel?" she asks.

There is no room for you to reply, but the truth is that it feels good. Your blood sizzles, your body burns, but it's gentle, pleasurable warmth that suffuses you. You groan and acid sprays from your maw, hissing and dripping against the ground as that warmth seems to expand from inside you. You curl your toes together even as you feel them press against the confines of your boots, nails pressing into thickening talons as five toes on each foot slowly merge into three. The warmth presses out against your increasingly scaly body and you feel your body begin to grow along with that heat, your limbs thickening, torso pressing out, and skull expanding. It gives you something of a headache and you groan, bringing one hand to your head while your neck thickens and your Adam's apple sinks away. You shiver and moan in a deep, yet sultry feminine tone before you feel more of that meat shoved in your mouth.

"Eat," you hear Acrid say sternly and you comply, closing your eyes as you rapidly consume that rather fresh meat. It's delicious and does a little to distract you from how the new claws of your changing hand scraping against the ground moments before you hear rips as your feet free themselves from the confines of your boots. You wiggle your talons and then groan as your legs ache, thighs pressing out against your pants. You wiggle even harder as your hips crack and pop next, pulling further and further apart. Your battle dress seems small and you feel large, though you are granted a little relief as small growths begin to erupt from your back, one spine and then another and another after that before they rapidly multiply, tearing the back of your garb in the process. They're not the only thing that presses out either, your thickening cock stiff and hard against your pants. You're hungry and horny, and now you completely understand Acrid's expression from earlier. The acidic alien doesn't seem so large anymore either; you're both about the same size now even if she's got much bigger tits and superior curves. You pout.

"Drink," she says.

You open your eyes and find yourself looking at a large breast cupped in one clawed hand, its glowing green nipple dripping with a likewise glowing green substance. You open your jaws and then pause. What are you doing? You can't just drink her...her milk especially after she-

"I said drink!" Acrid said, pressing your head into her breast. Without really meaning to, you latch onto that nipple and then bite down lightly. What tastes like sweet, slightly carbonated milk drips into your maw, and you thirstily drink it up. It tastes good, nearly as good as the meat, and you are rather thirsty for whatever reason. Perhaps it has to do with that heat all over your body. You pant between each gulp as the last of your skin is subsumed by those reddish purple scales. You lean into the alien as you drink more of that milk, the lizard embracing you as her other swollen tit presses into your maw so you are almost sandwiched between them. Each swallow, each gulp causes you to grow a little bit bigger, a little bit bigger as your hips widen even further into proper eggbearing proportions and that once flat butt of yours begins to expand into something plumper and more pleasing to the eye.

Above your plumping rear, a nub presses out, one's whose growth Acrid seems to encourage as she reaches back and pulls at it. You whimper and quiver as she pulls and the nub, the start of your tail, complies, pulling out thicker and longer with each pull from the other liz...from the test subject. You feel relieved for it to grow, for it to thicken and lengthen into a properly thick, yet somewhat stubby tail, as if that slightly chubby tail had been kept inside you waiting to be pulled out. It sways behind you as your already stretched and too-small pants begin to rip and tear, slowly sliding off your wide hips, more of that milk settling in your stomach and lowering that heat while a new warmth arises in your chest. As you drink more and more, your nipples thicken and press forward thanks to soft, fatty flesh forming beneath them into what are the beginnings of your breasts. You rub thickening thighs together at the thought of having big breasts of your own, soft sensitive spheres to grope and caress, tits that'll jiggle and slosh with milk when-

You pull away with a start, some milk dribbling down with acid onto your expanding chest, eating away at your vestments. The swollen breast and enticing nipple stays in view but you can't drink, not anymore, not now. You need to escape this shifting situation before-

"Oh, done already?" Acrid asked, grabbing the underside of your jaw. You look up at her and shiver, your small little titties jiggling just a little as they continue to expand. You freeze under her gaze and she smiles, just staring into your eyes for a moment before one hand reaches down to grab at your erect member. She tears away its coverings and you hiss with a mix of shame and pleasure as she grips it tightly in her claws. You jolt almost upright, but then she presses you down, hissing predatorily as she rubs her hand up and down your cock.

"You like that, don't you?" she murmurs. "Shame it won't last long."

You open your jaws to ask her what she means, but then she presses you down, hard. She's atop you now, straddling your chest. She lets go of your dick and you let out a needy moan to which she smiles before scooting up, pressing you down until you're on your back and moving forward until her glowing green, dripping needy snatch is in your face. It's all you can see, but not all you can hear, a wanton moan escaping your jaws as you feel something grip your cock. Could it be her tail? No, it's too stubby for that and for a moment you want for a longer tail before you remember yourself. No, you're human, a man, a-

"Eat," Acrid growls and you have no doubt at what she means. Her folds drip with need and almost instinctively you lift your head slightly as much as you can, pressing your jaws into her folds. She shivers atop you, but stays in control as what can only be her foot plays with your cock. You lick and she shivers again, but you can tell she's not satisfied. You're horny and hungry and certainly not human. You reach up with both hands and squish the cheeks of her plump rump even as your own rear expands, growing softer, plusher, more cushiony. Your breasts, too, are still swelling and, laying down as you are, they start to sag, though your nipples stay hard and erect. Your titties gently balloon outwards as you lick at Acrid's soft folds with that dextrous, thick tongue of yours, digging deeper and deeper into her while her talons deftly satisfy your pulsing penis.

"I said eat," Acrid growls, obviously not satisfied with your efforts. You whine and try to do better, but your endeavors are stalled by a sudden, surprising climax. You moan and huff into Acrid's snatch as you cum, seed spurting from your cock, pure pleasure washing over you, pleasure that melds and mixes with the heat into an intoxicating mixture. You lick at Acrid's folds, but it's done slowly, lazily, without focus, for you can only focus on how you keep on cumming, your manhood and masculinity seeming to spill out of your now shrinking member as-

Your eyes widen and you whine again. No, no, this can't be happening. You can't be growing soft, sensitive breasts as your cock slowly shrivels, withdrawing along with your shriveled testicles into your smoothly scaled crotch while your hips widen a little further and your thighs thicken to match those squeezed gently around your head. You can't be becoming more and more like the sultry scaled saurian currently in control, busty and curvy and full of alien allure. You can't-

"Eat," Acrid says, and there's a bite to her words. A little afraid and a lot aroused, you eat out Acrid in earnest, shivering and panting as you feel your manhood pull outwards into what can only be freshly formed folds, an eager slit like the one you currently find yourself snout deep into, sweet acids and sexual juices both satisfying your carnal hunger, your licks bringing both pleasure to you and your lover above.

Lover?

No, no, she's just a lustful lizard lady like...like...

You.

You snicker, licking as you ponder this thought, or at least try to. It's hard to think over the sensual shaping of your new lower lips, of your loving licks of the ones you are entrenched in, of how your breasts seem to inflate with every harried, hungry breath, growing bigger and bigger, hefty and heavy, true tits for a shapely acidic alien lizard lady such as yourself. It's hard to do anything but trust your instincts as you give pleasure to your lover and yourself, that soothing, burning warmth spreading through your body again as it subtly reshapes you, thickening your thighs, smoothing out that stomach a little more, pressing in your waist as your curves deepen and improve. You're almost as shapely as she is now and nearly as busty too, but neither of you are completely satisfied yet. You eat her out with renewed vigor as you bring your hands to your breasts, squishing them together as you feel them swell larger one more time so now they jiggle and slosh with acidic milk. Experimentally you squeeze your nipples and then gasp as you feel her talons dip into your eager and moist folds while milk dribbles down your tits, the liquid eating away at what remains of your garb. Clothes? Why would you need clothes? Your scaled hide is protection enough and you prefer to leave your soft spots exposed. Easier access for love, and you love getting rough.

Don't you?

Yes, yes, you do. It's why you're in your current predicament, er, position. You're a lovely lizard loving a likewise lovely lizard and of course the experience is anything but bitter, anything but acrid. It's sweet and soft, pleasurable and perfect, an experience and experiment you wonder why you ever avoided. Test subject, huh? Well, you're certainly both testing the limits of your pleasure.

"Good," Acrid huffs above you. "That's good."

Yes. Yes, it was. It was so good to give in to those instincts, that desire to please and pleasure, and yet you're not wholly satisfied. Though you're snout deep in pussy with your own pussy being pleased and your breasts being squeezed, something about the situation seems off. Is it that you're supposed to be human? Is it that you're supposed to be male? No, no, that's absurd. Rather, you should be the dominant one. A desire to be on top rises but then lessens. This is...this is fine, for now. Pleasurable, yes. Just get her off and you can get on top. That's all it'll take.

You refine your efforts and dig deeper into Acrid's wanton snatch. It's not simply licking harder or faster, there's finesse to what you do and once again you let instincts take over as you pleasure her and yourself simultaneously. You huff and hiss, letting your body get into the rhythm of pleasing and receiving pleasure and you hear Acrid's own huffs and hisses above you. She's loving this and so are you.

"M-more," she growls, shaking above you, the chains around her wrists rattling. "Keep going!"

You comply even though you don't really hear her. You were already focused on doing just that and you press on in your erotic endeavors. More and more, lick and pinch, caress and delve, please and pleasure as she does the same to you until-

Acrid roars above you and soon after you do the same, though your cries are muffled. Her pussy pulses and clenches around your snout, your tongue temporarily caught in the wanton throbbing of her tight slit while the same happens between your thick thighs, her talons unable to leave your once-virgin passage. Juices soak your face and her talons as you both ride the pleasure together, two very similarly looking alien and acidic reptilian lasses experiencing the same high, the same love, the only difference between you two are the chains around her wrists and your distinct lack of them. That pleasure seems to stretch on and on into eternity but then she rolls off you, panting and huffing, your snout finally freed of her needy cunt. You nearly lay back and bask in the pleasure, but no, not now. Now's your chance.

You roll onto your hands and knees and then leap at the other Acrid. Her eyes widen and you both tumble on the floor, you ending up on top. She looks up at you, eyes still wide and yet glazed with pleasure while you stare hungrily down at her, the only sound you can hear are that of horny hisses of two very lovely lizards and rain softly pouring over the containment module. You snort. So much for any risk of rain.

You let that quiet, tense moment stretch a moment longer and then open your maw and give her a loving lick starting from her stomach to her snout. She chuckles and returns the favor before reaching back and giving your ample rump a squeeze. You shiver and then bury your snout in her breasts, giving one of her dribbling nipples a lurid lick with your deft tongue. Her milk tastes sweet and also a little spicy now as if something interesting has entered her life. Of course, the cause is you, and you look at her, hungry and horny. You certainly don't want to be alone, and neither does she.

"Well then, how does another round sound?" you hiss lustfully...or is it her who says it? You're not sure, but neither does it really matter. You both respond the same way...

...and needless to say, the sex was electric.