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Sam Crawford may have been born with lupine senses fine-tuned for tracking down prey but, perhaps thanks to fifteen years of city living and public transportation, he remained blissfully clueless of the being that was spying on him as he fished. Utterly relaxed, the solitary youth was absorbed in watching the floater bob before him in the rolling current of the stream below. Through a loose, shady canopy of tree branches, the afternoon sun warmed the wolf to just the right degree, and soft licks of light danced off the water to lend a certain, preciously mystical air to this tiny, old dock. The trees swayed in a light breeze with a constant, whispering rustle, occasionally raining a leaf or two down onto the waters. The gray wolf yawned, struggling to keep awake as the water sloshed softly below his feet. His vest and shorts seemed to have warmed to just the right toastiness for a nice, lazy summer afternoon nap. For about three seconds, he contemplated reeling in his bait and giving in to his somnolence.

"Alright." A young girl's voice broke the silence impatiently, just above and behind him. "Who the heck taught you how to fish?!"

Jolted, the youthful wolf gave a start and whipped his head around. A young, brilliantly colored gecko stood over him, a short, messy mane of brilliant blue hair framing her bright green face. Red stripes slashed across her forehead and the bridge and tip of her nose, and two bright splashes of blue framed the big, brown eyes glaring at him. She had leveled a broad fingertip at him accusingly, almost close enough now to poke him in the nose. The underside of that finger was a light gold, but green thickly flecked with blue crawled the back, and on up the attached arm to disappear in a loose, white t-shirt. Past her khaki shorts, her thighs sported a scaly green as well, with blue speckles fading in down the way to her bare feet where they planted wide apart on the rickety wood. The girl was an almost dizzying array of color, especially at this proximity, relieved only by the brief patches her bland clothing covered.

Sam might have asked what a gecko, no more than seven by the looks of her, was doing in the middle of nowhere without her parents, or how she'd snuck up on him, or who had taught her her manners-- but instead, he sputtered, "wh-- what's wrong with my fishing?!"

The girl snatched Sam's fishing rod right out of his paws. "For one thing!" She drew herself up, stepping to the edge of the dock and reeling in the line before going on, "you don't fish a little stream like this with a floater! The water's moving too fast." She clicked her tongue as she gave a pull on the rod, flicking the hook out of the water and catching the line. "For another," she grinned, "you didn't even throw the line! I saw, you just dropped it in. You gotta whip it around and get it really out there!" With that, she tossed the hook, took a firm grip of the rod, and swung it back.

Sam threw himself back with a yelp as the hook swept through where his face had been, and the gecko swung forward again. "Gotta really give it your all!" She yelled as the hook flicked forward, and she swept the rod back. The hook flew overhead, and she cried out, "take THAT!" She swung forward with all the might her tiny body contained, and the hook went flying across the river-- all the way to the opposite bank.

The wolf chanced a peek from under his arms. The gecko was struggling with the line-- no matter how she tugged, it looked like the hook was stuck. The line glittered where it passed over the sunny portion of the river, and disappeared again under the far canopy, where the hook must have caught itself on a branch. "Huh... oops." The girl frowned.

Sitting up again, Sam looked at the girl, to the far side of the river, and back again. He finally took a moment to wonder who this girl was, and where she'd come from. She didn't give him much time to consider, though.

"I know what you're thinking!" She warned him. "But don't worry." The gecko smirked. "I'll get it back. Here, hold this." She thrust the fishing rod back into his paws and hefted herself down into the stream with a small splash. Sam perked his ears, sitting up uneasily. The waters weren't terribly deep, but they were moving rather quickly. The girl was picking her way across the stream, hopping from rock to rock in the riverbed and managing to only barely get her shorts wet. "Have you ever tried getting fish the old-fashioned way?" She called over her shoulder as she aimed and hopped to the next rock. "I hear they used to use spears, or even their bare hands!" She grinned in wonder, looking back as she landed on another rock-- and slipped, falling into the stream.

"H-hey!" Sam threw down the rod and jumped to his feet, glancing once at the riverbed before jumping down into the stream to wade towards the last spot he'd seen the girl.

He barely got two steps, however, before the green-scaled mischief-maker burst from the water atop another stone, crying out, "I did it!" She whooped, heaving a fish triumphantly over her head as it writhed furiously. In the space of a breath, Sam's eyes took in much.

Glittering in the full sunlight, a fat, frenetic fish struggled in two green-and-blue hands. Each moistened scale down the girl's arms caught just a glint of the sunlight, raising a soft glow on her smooth skin. Her hair clung to her head in a rich, blue mop, dripping rivulets down the sides of her neck to absorb into her shirt-- rendered nigh transparent where it clung to her slender form. A rich, creamy coffee brown ran down her neck, washing over two subtle mounds tipped with hard, pink tips, and down her taut belly to emerge in its full, brilliant color where her shirt ended-- and no shorts were in sight. Instead, that rich brown slid right down to frame what he only glimpsed as a small, puffy sex revealing just a sliver of pink nestled between lush, green thighs wrapped in that net of glistening sunlight. Sam inhaled.

"It swam right in my face, and I just grabbed it up! That was easy!" She laughed, and kicked a leg up to take a big step-- or half of one, revealing the waist of a pair of shorts that had been dragged down by the water binding at her ankle and drawing taut. A brief scream escaped the gecko before she tumbled back into the water.

The young wolf had barely recovered enough of his senses to take another step toward where she'd been before the gecko surfaced once more-- fishless. She pouted. "It got away..."

"Uh..." Sam's eyes flicked down, but quickly locked on the gecko's own. "Your shorts...?"

The girl looked up. The girl looked down. "Whaaa! My shorts! I lost them!" She kicked a leg up out of the water --an arc of scintillating blue fading to smooth green netted with glistening scales and drawing the eye in to-- "they're floating away!" The girl pointed dramatically and turned, slogging her way down stream, hopping up to shallower waters as she went, chasing after a floating pair of khakis billowing on downstream. Three big, bright red marks danced on her lower back and rear as she ran off, but a bend in the stream soon took her out of sight entirely.

Guilt trickled through the back of Sam's mind as he waded back up to shore again. He probably should have rushed off after her to make sure the poor girl didn't crack her head or drown, the way she was prancing about in the stream like that. Rationalizations were quick to flood his mind --she's proved she could handle herself on the river, more or less; he didn't even know her; her parents should be taking care of her; she'd already cost him a hook at this rate; easy come, easy go-- but it was all a lot of shallow excuses to cover up the real reason he'd decided to climb up to shore on the spot. Images were dancing in his head, and a tent was waggling in his shorts.

Sam plodded onto the grass not too far from the bank before sliding out of his shorts and tossing them on a small rock to dry. He plopped himself down in the grass with a sigh and wrapped a paw around himself while considering things. He'd entertained a fair deal of sexual fantasies, he believed, but they'd always been about older women, or maybe a few girls at his school. Certainly never anything involving a young girl...

But somehow, that small, smooth, taut body, with its flowing lines and inexhaustible energy and brilliant, exotic coloring... somewhere in all that, he found himself growing incredibly aroused. Just re-tracing his mind's image of the girl's shirt clinging to her belly and two hard little nipples pushing at the fabric, he found his wolfhood gave him a confirming throb. And when his mind's eye tilted lower, to the gentle swell of her hips and the little slit curving down between her legs, some delicate, untouched, untouchable pink just risking the briefest peek out at him... he throbbed and throbbed, leaking over his fingers as his breath deepened. It was decided, then-- he had no interest in little girls. Therefore, if he saw something which happened to be incredibly arousing, but it was attached to something he'd never think of getting intimate with, there was no harm in... enjoying that precious glimpse. His paw dragged slowly up and down that drooling shaft, and his breath gave a slow tremble.

"Alright." A familiar voice cut in on his thoughts, just behind and above him. "Who the heck taught you how to wank?!"

The wolf's head whipped around. Once again, he could have asked how the colorful little girl had gotten back so quickly, or what had happened to her clothes (her shirt, too?!), or where a little girl had even learned the word 'wank,' let alone picked up any supposed wealth of knowledge on the subject-- but instead, he sputtered, "why-- what's wrong with my wanking?!" Well, now he was saying it too.

The lizard knelt beside him, slapping away that pre-stained paw. "For one thing!" She announced with a smirk, wrapping three little green-and-blue fingers around that twitching, red wolf cock as its owner looked on in shock, "if you're gonna use your hand, don't just make a tube and stroke through it-- you can use your fingers to apply pressure to all the right spots!" She smiled widely as her fingers carefully curled around his shaft, nimbly sliding into place on either side of his cumvein and planting a thumb on the top back of his shaft before stroking briskly down his length. The smooth scales were tantalizing against his flesh, just lightly slicked by his smearing precum. She stroked him several times with a light smile, her arm brushing along his belly.

She'd appeared so suddenly, he could almost believe this was a fantasy. An unexpected, intense fantasy shooting little electric washes of pleasure up his spine. But this was the world-- he was sitting out on the grass in just a vest, with a little girl kneeling next to him and stroking his cock without even asking permission. They might have been miles from any touch of real civilization, but he suddenly felt very... exposed. The trees and the grass and the bushes all rustled and whispered softly with the warm summer wind, and his fur bristled lightly, as though against a chill. He gasped suddenly as a broad fingertip laid a few firm rubs against his tip.

"And another thing..." She levered her feet up under her. "There are much better things to use than your hand..." His eyes widened. She planted a foot on the other side of him, straddling the wolf and grabbing his shoulder with her free hand to slide down onto her knees straddling his thighs. Scooting up against him, she pressed his shaft against the smooth scales of her creamy brown belly, letting the base of his cumvein just nick against the clinging fold down between her legs as he smeared his liquid arousal on her abdomen. Her fingers tenderly held him against her as she rolled slowly up and down, letting him grind his tender cumvein against the peculiar, dragging texture of her belly, his breath deepening as he struggled to form the thoughts to be offended or worried about what was happening. It was already too late for the young wolf...

"Mmh... much better things..." The gecko hissed softly, and her hands slipped up, leaving his shaft to climb his shoulders. She slid his vest off him before taking hold on him and leaning up with a slow murr, dragging that pre-slicked belly up the underside of his shaft. Her face drew closer to his, those big, brown eyes hooded and locked with his as she smiled widely, drawing a deep breath as his tip dragged down the bump of her sex to nestle into the smooth fold she'd hidden between her legs. She leaned back now, half on her feet and clinging to his shoulders for support to stay atop that shaft as she left a soft, thick breath go, looking down her own belly. His eyes were only too glad to follow hers.

Framed by vibrant green thighs, the wolf's red, pulsating cock, lightly veined with purple, pushed up to nestle firmly between the slowly giving folds that protected that tiny sex. Thin traces of pink were exposed as she rolled her hips back, the exquisitely soft, moist flesh dragging at hot, red cockmeat, clinging to his tip. Her breathing was deep and a hint shaky-- a perfect match to his own. She rolled her hips about ever so slowly, pushing her gender around his pulsating tip in a circle as juices of arousal slipped free here and there to trickle down his shaft.

She groaned softly, "you're so BIG, mister..." Those words contrasted agonizingly with the child's voice they were cast in, and he was throbbing several times against her as he drew a deep breath, a paw clutching at her hip. He thought he might have caught a glimpse of a smile on her lips in his peripheral vision. She was right, though-- at least, pushed against her tiny little pussy, with how it stretched so wide just to rub over perhaps a third of his cockhead. He looked enormous between her legs.

"Sam," he muttered, "the name's Sam." His paw was tightening on her hip, and though it might not have been conscious, he began pushing down. She was definitely smiling now.

That tiny ribbon of pink strained rapidly around his cockhead like a rubber band abruptly stretched out to its breaking point-- it thinned until it looked like it very well might snap. She panted heavily as she sunk down, half his head gone in that pink, two thirds, and then it disappeared-- though he might have imagined her abdomen seemed a little fatter with its contents. Sweet, tight, warm flesh dragging over him. He was shuddering and fighting back a sudden, violent need to thrust to the hilt in her sweet little hole, a need that chewed and clawed at his insides, demanding release from the prison of reason and propriety. His breath rolled out hot with lust as his claws grated at her scales, both paws tight around her hips now.

"Sam..." she cooed, "you don't have to be gentle with me..." The gecko smiled as she leaned in, relaxing her grip on his shoulders, and she was abruptly sinking-- inch after inch was sheathed in tight pink, his cock disappearing as he stared wide-eyed, and by the time her knees hit the ground, he'd fallen on his back-- his hips had abruptly tried to hump on pure instinct, and he'd toppled. The gecko giggled, sliding the last inch to firmly hilt him deep inside her. "Mmmmh... so full..." she breathed the words with relish as she rubbed a hand down the subtle swell in her middle. She petted firmly down her belly once, and he could feel the pressure stroke down his shaft, which answered with a plump throb.

Another giggle, and the gecko was slowly leaning down atop the dazed wolf as he basked a moment in ecstasy (and tried to keep hold of himself). "Well?" She pouted playfully as she slowly laid herself down against him, "you're not gonna make me do all the work, are you...?" Her legs slid up to straddle his waist, and she pulled a paw that had fallen from her hip up to sit it on her rear.

Guilt compounded with fear of hurting her were all that held him back. He swallowed, fingers slowly tightening to grip at that small, scaled butt. Firm, warm flesh gave slowly under his pads, and a soft moan escaped the gecko under the strength in his fingers, her hips shifting to push up into his paw-- while grinding his shaft against the inside of her belly in the same motion. His body trembled, and the desperate clutch of reason was reduced to a single finger clinging to the world in which he didn't ravage little girls in violent fits of lust. She moaned and gasped, hips rolling up and planting down against his own as his fingers dug into the soft, scaled flesh of her ass. "Fuck me..." she mewled, a child's voice burdened with a very adult desire.

His hips heaved up. An elbow jutted at the ground, and they rolled, landing with the gecko on her back, hugging his chest, her legs already hooking around his waist. He drew, and pounded into that tight little hole. A high cry rose from under him, the girl moaning out in pleasure as he shoved in stroke after stroke, her insides slick with juices yet dragging at his cock, they clung so tight to his pulsating shaft. He wedged her body against the grass with his own to keep her from sliding back and forth, and he took two big fistfuls of grass, his arms flexing slowly as his hips pounded and pounded down against the little body captured under his. His teeth bared in a snarl, and his eyes bore no sign of regret or fear. She smiled quite simply, head back against the grass, eyes drifting closed as she groaned out under the assault on her sex.

Sam's cock had never known the touch of anything but his paw. To say that the snug, welcoming pussy of an incredibly horny little gecko girl was of another world would be an injustice-- the slick walls massaging his cock even as he strained them wide apart, the groans and coos and soft words of admiration bubbling up from the smooth body underneath him, the kind of searing, addictive pleasure he felt tangibly washing in a thick wave from every thrust, up his cock, through his abdomen to fill his legs, his belly, his mind... the experience he was sampling now was that of a distant galaxy wonderful and alien to his own. One could hardly blame him for quickly beginning to tremble with orgasm. His claws dug into the soil and he snarled slowly, hilting in the little gecko and firing his seed in thick, powerful gushes, his balls dragging against her rear slightly with the flex of each pump.

The gecko girl seemed to love it-- a long, low, shaky groan rolled from her as her arms slowly loosened their hold on him, her eyes closed and a content smile spreading on her face. When the wolf had finally brought himself to look down at her, his cheeks were heavily flushed-- perhaps in effort, perhaps in a fresh crop of embarrassment and all those silly feelings that stay a man's hand. The gecko stretched slowly, drawing a deep breath, and rolled her hips subtly around his shaft. And somehow, the motion of her body seemed like the motion of waters, slowly washing away all his doubts and worries-- he was re-hardening, when he'd only barely managed to push the last little spurt into her.

"That's it... you want more, don't you, big papa wolf?" She smiled softly at him, her arms slipping up again as his body started to shift. To push. His knot hadn't even had the time to form properly, and the gecko only squeaked softly as he gave a slow pull, a light swell near his base stretching her a moment as he drew, then again as he firmly squeezed inside her. He worked into a slow, methodical pace, drawing deep breaths with only a hint of a tremble in them. Working down the knot. It was shrinking slightly with each stroke-- and blood redistributed to the rest of his cock. The rhythm picked up almost imperceptibly at first, but when she stopped making those adorable little chirps and whimpers with each pass, he held back less and less.

Wolfcum slowly seeped around his cock, slickening her insides even more, but that sweet, strained grip couldn't be escaped. His breath grew hot as his hips pounded down against hers with growing hunger. With the edge of pent up need spent, he was left to enjoy her for a proper few breaths, to let the fires build and build inside him. She was moaning again, soft, lilting, wandering sounds, throaty and ever so odd in their childish pitch, occasionally broken with soft words: "yess... oh, do it... fill me right up... big papa... more, gimme more... please... faster!... fucking huge..." His head hung, ears flicked wide, absorbing the sounds of her pleasure as his body heated. His hips were hammering her to the ground, driving his cock home relentlessly with a vicious force that should have been dangerous enough on its own without being driven deep into the body of a little girl. But she only begged for more.

His legs spread for more leverage. His hips crashed in against hers, driving in tight against her and grinding his cock around her insides in a bare instant before drawing for more, and the gecko, even pinned between his body and the ground and wrapped around him, started getting shoved up under the fury of his strokes. His arms slipped down, letting his head fall to butt his brow against the ground, and his paws seized around her shoulders to hold her down, a growl rolling in his chest and rumbling against her cheek. Her words were half-muffled now, barely more than moans and murmurs, but the harder he drilled into her stretched-out sex, the more she begged and the higher she moaned. She shouldn't have even been able to take him, but she was insatiable.

Sam had made a valiant effort, but he was running out of time. Every time he pumped into her, she tightened just a hint further right before he hilted, making the last inch a delicious, long grind against an incredible tightness. Their combined juices couldn't overcome how taut her smooth, warm insides drew around him, and he was only too happy to make up the difference with brute force. His body knew exactly what to do. But the fact was she was milking him for more, and for all his wanting to go on and on, he could already feel the orgasm building in his balls. He broke into a rapid, furious rutting, shallow breaths breaking in and out of loose snarls in his throat as he claimed every stroke he could get before it was too late. His knot was swelling rapidly, and she started to cry out under the cruel stretching her lips were undergoing, releasing and accepting that knot over and over until he finally plowed in to the hilt once more with a howl. He trembled fiercely over her, footclaws digging into the soil as he pumped her full anew. The smiling little lizard simply clung to his middle, eyes closed as she enjoyed every thick throb and gush of cream within her, her insides massaging his throbbing, gushing, knotted cock encouragingly until he was utterly spent.

The wolf gasped suddenly, and finally fell limp atop the girl, panting loosely and spitting a few bits of grass out of his mouth. The gecko patted down the bristled fur on his back soothingly before relaxing, slowly letting her arms fall away. The two slowly quieted, and with only a moment's hesitation, the rest of the world closed in again. The water burbled beyond their feet, the trees washed in the breeze with a gentle rustling, and the sun dragged slowly toward the horizon, offering only another hour or two before sunset. At some point when the wolf's breath steadied, it finally occurred to him to roll over again, planting himself on his back and giving the gecko the room to sit up.

She smiled down at him still, some of the glitter gone from her eyes, yet by the way she looked at him, she seemed... happier now. More deeply content. She rubbed down his belly to where they met, and slid her hands up her own belly to feel where he was buried deep inside him. She petted his knotted, relaxing cock, drawing a soft shiver from him as he admired how deep he was rooted in her. His head fell back, and the warmth of the afterglow mingled with the warmth of the sun, slowly dragging him into unconsciousness.

A soft breeze brought a chill over him. His fur should have been plenty of protection, but his shaft was bare and wet, and the lightest lick of air over the spent meat sent shivers through the canine. His eyes cracked open, and he gave a soft groan. A little too bright for his tastes. He looked around slowly, memory coming back to him slowly. He was by the stream. He'd met a little girl. He'd-- he froze.

He'd had sex with a little girl. Strangest little girl he'd ever met, and --assuming he hadn't dreamt part of it, or all of it, as he might hope-- she'd actually been the one to push herself on him. He didn't know what to think, but he was pretty sure he'd just broken some law. And... she was gone. His shaft was just barely unknotted now, still showing a little of that telltale swell at the base, and it was spotless-- not a single drop of cream on it. He sat up, rubbing himself tenderly a moment and soothing his shaft, encouraging it to retreat into his sheath. He looked around again. He couldn't really have dreamed all of it...?

He heard her move, this time. A soft rustling in the brush, almost hidden by the trees, and there she was, carrying her clothes in a bundle under one arm. She gave a little smile. "Good morning, sleepyhead." She blinked. "What's wrong?"

His expression had turned a bit sickly when she re-appeared. Not a dream, then. This little girl he's just met, he'd... he glanced down her bare form, between the swell of her hips where only a shy little fold betrayed the treasure that was her sex. The treasure he'd plundered without mercy. Not only that, but... "I... I just lost my virginity to a little girl." She blinked at him again. "I had sex with a little girl! How old are you, anyway?"

She stared at him a moment. A soft noise slipped from her, and her mouth twisted a little. Another noise-- a chortle. She broke out laughing, dropping her clothes. The wolf was a bit taken aback, his cheeks heating. What could he possibly have been missing here?

Her laughter eased after a few moments, leaving the wolf feeling quite awkward. She straightened with a chuckle, shaking her head, before confessing, "I'm not sure how old I'm supposed to be, but I was made in 1958."

"1958?!" The strange way the girl had put it was put aside a moment in his mind by that year. "You're three years older than me!"

"I guess you could say that." She smirked lightly. "But I don't know about 'losing your virginity.' I've heard it told it doesn't really count with a toy." She gave a shrug, not seeming terribly concerned.

A... toy? His eyes widened. Everything came together in his mind, and his mouth hung open a moment before murmuring, "you're one of those... dolls?"

"That's right!" She struck a dramatic pose, hands on her hips, seeming to regain a little of her childish vigor. "A Sugardoll Personal Companion, Kiwi Surprise Model!" There was pride in her smile. "An authentic Amante Senz'anima. Accept no substitute short of flesh and blood!" The words had a ring of practiced recital in his ears. Even her short laugh afterward sounded practiced. He stared.

"You're... not a real person?"

She gave a little curtsy. "That's what they told me. Haven't aged a day since, and haven't needed regular person food or water or air, so I figure they were probably on the ball."

Sam wondered briefly about this 'they,' but he was still too overwhelmed. He'd heard about these creatures, one of the few exceptions to the anti-magic laws, but he'd never seen one-- except maybe when he had been too young to remember. There had been some big fuss about them when he was too young for big words, and in the end, they'd been pretty much outlawed in America... and most of the world, eventually. So he up and bumped into one a couple miles from his uncle's farm? He took a moment to swallow. "What were you doing out here?"

Her smile faded, but in barely a beat she was wearing an upbeat, wry expression. "Last I heard, there was a big fuss over my sisters and I, and we were all getting shipped back to Sugardoll headquarters to be incinerated. I..." Her energy wavered as she looked down a moment. "I was going to be shipped, but Mary..." She straightened. "Well. It's a long story, but I ended up running away. I've been wandering the country where there aren't too many people since then..."

The wolf could understand her wanting to run away. He wouldn't care much for being incinerated either. Except... "um... I thought... I thought dolls didn't have souls?" It was a vague term, but he'd heard them used like they were real things when talking about dolls.

The gecko tensed a moment. "We don't... but we're made to be able to learn things. And a... friend... taught me that I should protect myself from danger. She said if I died, she'd be... sad..." Her voice wavered in tone as she explained, and she finally fell silent.

Sam was silent for a moment. She had summoned a heavy air for a moment, which only confused him-- dolls weren't supposed to have emotions. No soul, no free will, no emotions, only enough capacity to imitate these things at a passing glance. Was this what happened when a doll went without check-ups for so many years...?

"Well," she broke the silence at last, "that's all long gone." Her voice faltered once more, but she forged on. "I don't know what's happened in the world since I ran away, but I guess if you didn't even recognize a Sugardoll, there aren't very many of us around anymore. Still." She gave a little smile. "Kiwi Surprises are supposed to be unique. Suits me well enough."

A thought had occurred to the wolf, and he'd opened his mouth to speak when her words put a shudder deep in his belly. He had to pause a moment before speaking. "I... if you've been avoiding people all this time, why'd you approach me?"

She smiled slowly. "It's hard keeping myself functional out in the wild. I've found a few ways to get food, but nothing compares to..." Her eyes slid slowly down the wolf's form as she rested a hand on her smooth, scaled belly. Where he'd been. "You look like you're about-- a good age. I decided it was worth the risk..."

So it was true. "You eat people's...?"

"Pretty much. I'm not sure how it works, but when I go a long time without, it gets hard to think, and my body gets stiff... And when I get a nice, hot load, and I feel it seeping through all my body..." She closed her eyes a moment, wearing that same contented smile she couldn't shake when they'd been knotted.

His face was hot. Sam looked away a moment. "Well... good, then. Good." He nodded. "So I haven't lost my virginity, I guess. And I haven't broken any laws. And you're full." He looked up to her again, smiling a bit uncertainly. "I guess there's nothing to be worried about."

"Well," the gecko murred with a warm smile as her hand slid off her belly. "I don't know about FULL. It's been a long time..." Her soft, childish voice smoothed to caress his ears. "...so long since I had a proper meal." She hummed softly as she turned away and crouched to collect her clothes.

The wolf was left to stare at her back as his sheath gave a slow stir at her words. Her back startled his mind back to the presence-- a splash of gold flecks ran down the back of her neck, washing over her shoulderblades and down nearly to the small of her back. The scales almost seemed to glitter in the soft sunlight, like she bore the sun itself trapped deep in her scales-- or perhaps a pair of ephemeral, barely visible wings of gold. The gold broke off a couple inches above the marks he'd noticed earlier-- three bright red, round and pointed marks stretching down her rear. She rose, and he saw three red claws on her back, all curving toward the same point-- trying to reach between her cheeks. Like a target. She stepped away slowly, and the claw on either cheek flexed in alternation, wiggling and taunting him.

As the gecko threw her shorts over a branch to dry, she smiled to herself. She could hear him breathing just behind him. She barely tossed up her shirt before paws closed around her, lifting her and pinning her between the tree trunk and a warm body. Something hard slid between her cheeks, and she let her head fall back against the wolf's chest, a smile on her face.