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Prologue: There's a plot later I swear

The night air was cold and moist in the light drizzle. Not a speck of moonlight broke through the grey clouds overhead. Despite having decades to adjust to the rain, downtown Seattle didn't look any better in 2074 than it did in 1990. Dead, grey concrete buildings towered overhead like an endless parade of tombstones. Only the blinking neon lights and garish augmented reality graphics hovering over every street corner gave the city the appearance of being the happy, tourist-friendly place it claimed to be. It was bright and annoying enough that it had almost made him regret splurging on AR compatible contacts.

Richard took it all in as he hopped off the bus and made his way down the street. There weren't many folks out right now. Weather reports blared in the bottom right of his own optical display. It was going to get a hell of a lot worse soon. With any luck, his ten-hour shift would last long enough to see it lighten up a bit in the morning. But Richard always had shit luck. Being a victim of SURGE III was his first bit of bad luck in life.

What few scruffy-looking pedestrians and potential muggers were on the street scattered as he made his way. The rainjacket over his uniform was supposed to hide his reptilian features and make him a bit more of a mystery, but nothing could hide the long tail poking from under it, or his large physique. Sudden Unexplained Recessive Genetic Expression, or SURGE as it was called by everyone normal, had ensured that he was born a giant lizard despite having human parents. Life growing up had been near-constant bullying and discrimination by those around him. Most of the time he was lucky to get mistaken as a troll, but whenever the curious got too close it was always a coinflip between running away in fear or an impromptu beatdown.

Learning how to fight and keeping himself in shape was a non-negotiable part of his life, which killed his ability to do much aside from work. At least he'd established enough of a reputation in the area that long-term thugs and beggars had learned to give him a wide berth. Like they were doing tonight. For most people, it wasn't a good place to be. For instance, there was a literal brothel just down the road. Said brothel had a shootout not even a week ago. He turned a corner as he wondered what exactly his boss was thinking setting up shop in such a shitty, he caught a familiar sight.

The AR sign glimmered even in the increasingly turbulent downpour. He'd never mistake the overly suggestive icon. It was a sub with layers of soy-based meat so thick it looked like a hotdog. Dancing around the sub the words "Between-the-Buns" glowed in its fanciful, chromatic light. The name had caused all kinds of confusion, not only among the customers entering the store but also among those who made applications. It took Richard a few phone calls when he originally made the application to make sure he wasn't signing up for some kind of sex shop. Not like their slogans and catchphrases ever did anything to clear up the confusion.

He pushed open the door to the small shop. It had two tables set up for indoor dining, but nobody bothered with that since the remote delivery had taken off. Also, they were stationed in a shitty place. His coworker at the counter was nowhere to be seen. They usually only needed one person in the store, just to make sure it didn't get vandalized. He let out a sigh. Either someone had abducted whoever was on shift, or they were slacking off. Richard decided to confirm the situation before needlessly dialing for Lone Star. They'd either just tell him to fuck or show up and charge him an exorbitant amount of nuyen for having the nerve to call them.

Richard pushed his way into the breakroom and set his damp jacket onto the coat rack. Sat at the plastic table in the middle of the small room, feet kicked up and a magazine covering his face was Walter. He was a good, middle-aged guy, who seemed to be going through a lot of shit in his life, so everyone gave him some leeway. Walter was the kind of guy who would give you shit all shift and at the end of it tell you "good night," and mean it. Sadly, the son of a bitch was the closest thing Richard had to a friend.

"Welcome to between the buns," he said, muffled by the magazine, "would you like the fill me up -"

"Shut the fuck up, Walter. If it was anyone else I would have chewed them out about coming back here to jerk off." Richard said sternly.

Walter plucked the magazine off his face and rolled his eyes with the exaggerated swagger only a man paying alimony, with nothing left to lose could manage.

"No one's gonna steal our olives, trust me, they're shit." When Richard didn't relent his stare, Walter just shrugged. "It's gonna be a rainy night and there aren't any deliveries scheduled till about midnight. We can pretty much play as many games as we want back here. In fact, I found this new multiplayer gacha-"

Richard didn't wait for him to finish before he slipped on his official Between-The-Buns brand hat and adjusted his black dress shirt and slacks; not that anyone gave a shit what he looked like, but he preferred to at least try and look professional. He made his way out to the counter and started taking stock of what needed cleaning. To his utter surprise, Walter had fought through his lazy streak and followed him out.

"Hold on there buddy. I only got an hour left on my shift and there's something I wanted to talk to you about. It's about you. James was going over some of the security recordings and he called me about something." There was an uncharacteristic seriousness to his eyes as he spoke.

Richard froze at that. He didn't feel like he did anything wrong over the last year he'd been working there. There were no job violations and no customer issues that weren't from bitchy customers. He needed this job to pay for that shitty hole in the wall of an apartment and his gym membership, so he had always made sure to be on his best behavior.

"What about? If it's about those complaints last month, I already said I'd do better."

Walter flicked his wrist and immediately Richard's optics lit up with a sent video attachment. Terrified, Richard opened it with a thought and it played. It was him at the counter last Friday night talking to a woman. She asked for a sandwich and he provided it, they made small talk and she left. Richard didn't know what he could have done to warrant being called out. Had he been overly friendly? Had she made a complaint about his service or the sandwich?

"No," Walter said, anger apparent in his voice. "You've got this fucking hotty coming in here every Friday chatting you up, and you haven't even thought about making a move on her?!"

Richard was speechless. What the fuck was Walter going on about? As if sensing his confusion Walter let out an annoyed sigh as he pulled up more videos with timestamps from various shifts Richard had done over the last few weeks. If those videos were to be believed, she did in fact come to the store often.

"You see?" Walter asked, jabbing a finger into Richard's chest. Though he was a good foot shorter than the lizard, he didn't hesitate to throw his weight as a senior employee around when he felt like it. "This chick comes in, every Friday when you're on shift, orders the same damn thing, chats you up, and then fucking leaves. Why haven't you made a move, kid? Performance anxiety?"

"What?! I didn't even know she showed up more than once."

Walter facepalmed and leaned against the counter to steady himself. His arm twitched and for a moment Richard thought he was going to try and strangle him.

"Kids these days. Don't know shit about flirting. Alright, let me go through the play-by-play of how I know she's into you, and why you're retarded for not picking up the signals. Got your notepad? Good. So the first clue is that she regularly goes out of her way to come here. Showing up Friday nights to get out shitty subs? Just not worth the effort, especially with our delivery options and the kind of neighborhood we're based out of."

"Maybe she just lives close by and it's a snack on the way back from work or something."

Walter shook his head, a sad smile crossing his lips. "You poor, ignorant summer child. The only people who 'live' nearby, are those homeless camps that pop up between buildings, sex workers, and career criminals. This ain't a residential part of town, and there's nothing but casinos and brothels between here and anywhere normal people would go. Honestly surprised we've been in business this long." He paused for a moment and brought his hand to his chin. "You think we're a money-laundering scheme?"

As uncomfortable as the first conversation was making Richard, if he started actually thinking about the logistics behind this weird sandwich shop and its terrible advertising, he'd probably come to questions he was better off not raising.

"M-moving on, what's the second reason?"

"Oh right. Second reason: it's been raining the last few weeks but the chick's wearing that stereotypical white girl starter pack. You know what I'm talking about right? Sports bras and yoga pants? God bless. They're a staple in porn for a reason. Anyway, she's wearing all this stuff like she's supposed to be jogging. Well, I checked the feed, Dick, and she ain't wet in the slightest."

"Walt, how fucking closely were you looking to notice something like that?" Richard asked. He knew that being single for extended periods of time could do strange things to a man, but the kind of hell of having a supposedly loving relationship, having it crash down around you, and having no company save your right hand for a decade, definitely couldn't be good for your mental health.

Like the pro that he was, he dodged the question and continued with his rant. "The third reason and this is the fucking smoking gun, are the conversations you two have. You honestly don't remember them at all?"

Richard looked around, embarrassed. Between his usual gym schedule, working at this job, and trying not to think too hard about the direction his life was going, he honestly just tuned the outside world out. Faces and places all blurred together in a mosaic of concrete gray and flavored soy substitutes.

"No. I don't." He admitted. Though he really wanted to tell Walt to fuck off.

"Fucking Christ, Dick. Let me read out some of the shit she said and let's see if she's into you-"

"Hold on, you've got transcripts? Why're you taking this so seriously. Where did you find the time to do all this psycho-analyzing bullshit?"

At that Walter gave him a wry smile. "I've got a lot of years on you. You're also vastly overestimating the workload here. Also, James helped. We did it because we care about you. Actually, we care that you're throwing away the chance to get laid by a hot chick, so we want you to know how badly you're fucking things up. I'm glad we did because you're so braindead you didn't even notice."

Now it was Richard's turn to roll his eyes. "Whatever. Just get on with it." He moved over to the supply closet to get a mop and bucket. Might as well be productive while he had to listen to this shit.

"Alright. Pretend I'm a young hot blonde with lots of money, poor impulse control, and daddy issues while I read this. 'I'm a model and I work for these companies and I've been in these magazines.' Presumably, she sent you links to both those over the matrix."

Curious, Richard called up a history of sent messages to him with a simple thought. A short search pulled up the supposed messages, which he was honestly surprised about. How had he forgotten? Especially when the magazine cover in question was extremely risque. He made sure to bookmark the page.

Walter wasn't kidding when he said the woman was a beauty. She was leaning back in a sunchair with a bougie drink. Tall with long blonde hair that went all the down her back. Her pale body was toned without being muscular. The purple bikini seemed to struggle to contain her bountiful chest and the way her hips curved more than a race track certainly made her appealing. Why the hell couldn't he remember someone like that? Surely Walter was just playing some kind of joke on him, but then what about all this evidence?

Walter resumed where he'd left off. "Then another day she complimented your muscles with something along the lines of 'could lift all sorts of things,' asked you multiple times about the 'fill-me-up special' and whether or not this is some kind of kink-shop disguised as a sandwich shop, then she makes some kinda joke about 'lizard meat' being on the menu, says she's 'always wanted to try it,' and then she asks about the 'special sauce' and whether she can get it straight from-"

Richard slammed the mop back into the bucket and fixed a mean glare at Walter. "Alright, alright! I get it! When you say it like that it definitely sounds like she was hitting on me."

Walter sat down at one of the tables and leaned back in the chair, a victorious look on his face. "You're goddamned right I'm right. It's a travesty that I had to point it out like this for you to notice, but what's done is done. Me and James have delivered our message, so now all that's left is to put the ball in your court. If you fuck it up from here, just know we'll have it all on camera and we'll be laughing at you."

With friends like that...

"Thanks, Walt. Be sure to tell James he's a fucking asshole." Richard sighed and sat down opposite Walt. "So what the hell am I supposed to do? I've never been with a girl. Ever. You know... because-"

"Because you had a low GPA in middle school, I know." He clicked his tongue in annoyance. "It's because you're a giant fucking lizard buddy, believe me, we all noticed, but I don't that's gonna be an issue with this one."

"How do you figure that?"

"The chick seems to be one of those lizardsexuals. A reptile-fetishist. A regular lizard-diddler, you understand? What fucked you over in every other potential sexual relationship you've had in your life is going to be your overwhelming strength this time. How many lizard dudes do you think live in Seattle, hell, how many do you think live in the good ol' United Canadian American States? Not a whole damn lot. So she stumbles upon her fetish in the middle of nowhere? She'd probably go out of her way to snatch you up. Not a bad way to get a sugar momma, actually. I envy you, kid."

Richard nodded and stewed on those words. It seemed like a lot of work for a one-night stand or getting a booty call. Did he dare hope she was trying to slowly win his approval and trying to become his friend before fucking him? Would she date him with marriage in mind? He shook his head. Fat fucking chance in this day and age. She'd probably lure him into a dark alley and have him butchered by cannibals or witch doctors who said lizardman meat would raise fertility or cure low essence issues.

"So you're telling me to just 'be myself?'"

He shrugged. "I guess. She's probably just looking for a fuck buddy. Like I said I was just trying to let you know. The last relationship I was in ended terribly. But there's not much time to prepare. It's Friday night, and if she keeps to her schedule she'll pop up soon-"

A chime sounded throughout the little sandwich shop as the front door opened. Outside the rain slammed into the ground and a single figure walked in wearing a drenched pink hoody with the hood pulled all the way up. She, or at least he assumed it was she because those two long, sumptuous legs moved in and let the door slam closed behind her as she entered.

"Oh sorry, were you guys closed?" she asked, her voice bright and cheery despite the absolutely abysmal weather outside.

Before either of the two employees could speak, a beep started blaring from the backroom. It was a sound reserved for when the guys working technical security or delivery needed someone to check on the physical hardware onsite.

Without missing a beat, Walter shot up and made his way to the back. "We're open, miss. You take this, Richard. I gotta answer that."

And just like that, Richard was alone with the woman who'd supposedly been hitting on him the last few weeks. He was already on his feet, though his first instinct was to head to the counter, but remembered she was soaking wet. Did she have an umbrella? Didn't she plan for this kind of thing? Was this another subtle thing he would have missed if he wasn't paying attention?

"Do you need a towel, miss?" he asked.

The woman suddenly seemed self-conscious and aware of the fact she was dripping puddles down onto the wood tiling. "I'm totally fine! This jacket's, like, really thick!"

Before he could continue, Walter was speeding out from the back and had his raincoat on. "Oh man, Rich it's bad. The security system of my home activated. It said my cat's on fire. I've gotta head out early. I know that another employee doesn't get in until the morning shift. See you later, kid." He gave Richard a wink and rushed out into the rain and broke out into a dead sprint down the road. Hopefully, he wouldn't get mugged.

Then Richard noticed a message pop up in his feed. It was from James, their tech guy.

"Walter's cat called me, too. There's some problem with the security systems and recording data for the store that won't get resolved until tomorrow. :) Nothing happening in the store is going to be recorded. If there's a genuine emergency, hit the panic button under the counter. "

What a flimsy fucking excuse, but he had to respect the fact that James would do something like that for him. He never talked to the guy much, but he seemed swell from what he remembered. Then Richard recalled that he wasn't alone in the shop.

"I'll get you that towel!" he said and quickly bounded into action. With how quickly Walter had left and with James having cut the security feed, what the hell were they implying? Then he opened the storage closet and sat on top of the towel was a condom with a note.

"don't put it in the wrong hole haha - love Walt"

He quickly pocketed it and grabbed the towel. The first thing he saw as he entered the main room again was the lovely sight of the woman's ass as she pulled the hoodie off her still damp body. Richard took a minute to admire how it strained the fabric of her yoga pants and the way her long hair cascaded down her toned back. Fighting back a host of desires roiling inside, he cleared his throat and handed the towel off to her.

She didn't seem to be the least bit embarrassed, and as she turned to accept it, Richard couldn't help but steal a glance at her sizeable chest as it struggled to be contained by her sports bra. Maybe Walter was right, she didn't seem out of breath at all and sportswear seemed a strange choice of attire for flirting. Or maybe not given where his eyes were drawn.

Richard moved to go to the counter and give her some space, but her hand gripped his wrist tightly. She had a surprising amount of strength for someone so sleight. He didn't have a chance to react before she pressed herself against him. Despite how damp she was, Richard could feel the warmth of her body against his.

"Ma'am?" he asked. Admittedly he didn't know the slightest thing about courting and first moves, but wasn't this a little forward? Though given how dense he'd been and Walter's earlier comments about lizard-fetishism, maybe this was just the natural course of escalation.

The woman didn't seem the slightest bit uncomfortable, in fact, she had a rather cocky grin as she studied him.

"Y'know I got some advice that said I wasn't being obvious enough, but whatever. Your coworkers got the hint." Without missing a beat, she ran her fingers up his thigh until she felt his bulge and gripped it firmly; her dainty fingers shifting and prodding to get a better idea of just what she was getting into. She leaned up onto her tiptoes and whispered into his ears, "You never did tell me if lizard meat was off the menu."

If he was capable of blushing, he would be glowing a brighter red than a stop sign at a riot. Instead, all he could muster was to meekly say, "T-this is a sandwich shop ma'am. If you've got an order I can help-" The sudden clench of her digits tightening around his manhood almost made him choke.

She moaned into his ear before running her tongue down the side of his neck, the tingles of her voice and saliva stirring something inside him as he could feel himself hardening within her vice-like grip. There was no mistaking this kind of sign. She was definitely into him.

"I keep sayin' it, but maybe you'll if I act like a customer." She loosened her grip on his jewels and moved her fingers to his belt and slowly began unbuckling it. "I want your thickest slab of meat, more sauce than I can handle, and I want your biggest delivery boy to give it to me until I'm satisfied. Understand?"

He nodded but the customer service drone inside noted a discrepancy in her order. "And the bread?" he asked. It took all his willpower to restrain himself, but now he was beginning to wonder why bother? She seemed utterly into it and both Walt and James had set him up for this. Would it really be so bad for him to cut loose and have a bit of fun?

As if to answer his thought, she unclasped his belt and pulled his slacks to the ground, letting the damp air brush against his crotch through his boxers. They both looked to see the massive tent, and he wondered just how far the fabric was going to stretch before it simply tore open.

"We'll just have to improvise." She whispered before pressing her face against his bulge.

Again he flinched at the sudden, deeply intimate contact but let himself adjust. The way she nuzzled against him so gently, he swore he could feel her soft skin even through his boxers as she worked. Then she suddenly pressed her lips against his balls and gave them a loud, wet kiss. Then another, and then another. Soon she was raining wet, sloppy, barely contained kisses against them. Sloppy kisses turned into sucking as she wrapped as much of her lips around him as she could manage. The caress of her fingers against his thigh only heightened his arousal. A deep wet mark began to form on his boxers as he began leaking copious amounts of precum.

Noticing this, the vixen backed off and gave Richard a sultry look. "I think I'm ready for the main course~" Without another word, gripped his waistband with her teeth and pulled her boxers down. Her eyes lit up with delight and a stupid grin crossed her face as his fat cock flopped onto it.

The panic that had been building up in Richard dissipated somewhat seeing her reaction. It wasn't a well-known fact that many SURGE variants picked up more exotic features during the change. For instance, he knew that on average, most penises didn't have a flat tip and numerous ridges running down the length of it as he did. Outside of specific niche fetish groups, he knew such a thing wasn't exactly popular with the ladies. Given the woman's reaction though, it didn't seem to slow her down at all. If anything, it only encouraged her.

Why did Walter, of all people, have to be so damned right about everything?

Shifting so that she was on her knees, she lightly gripped the base of his shaft with one hand while the other tentatively ran over his sodden tip. She leaned in close, hovering just inches away, letting her breath tickle him before letting her tongue lull out and dive for a lick of his precum. Again she let out a satisfied moan and began stroking him in earnest.

"I love the special sauce you guys make." She said.

Richard's mind was a haze of confusion and pleasure as she worked her magic. It took a moment for the words to register before he looked down at her with as quizzical a look he could muster. He was no expert in tasting dick, so he'd take her at face value on that one. He barely had time to process that thought before she wrapped those luscious, pouty lips of hers around his tip.

It was impressive seeing her manage to take him as easily as she did when she could barely wrap those dainty fingers all the way around his shaft. He couldn't help but let out a moan as she worked him slowly further and further down into her throat. The brushing of her tongue against the underside of the shaft shot shivers of pleasure up his spine. Only the worry of accidentally choking her kept his muscular hips in check from forcing himself further down. Yet he desperately wanted more. Barely a few minutes ago he hadn't so much as held hands with a woman, and now a world of lewd possibilities was opened to him. He wanted to make up for the lost time.

Yet she seemed content to keep it at her own pace and make it deliberately teasing for him. It made it more titillating to pace herself like this, but he wanted nothing more than to ravish her. Just when he was about to lose self-control, she pushed herself further down his cock; her lips reaching a few inches down, just past the first ridge.

Though they were hard, the ridges along his member didn't lack sensitivity and he nearly lost himself as she rolled over it. As if sensing his weak spot, she moved back and over it once more, deliberately letting her tongue tickle it as she did.

His body tensed and before he knew what he was doing he had both his scaly hands gripping the back of her head and reeled himself backward. He thought he heard her try to speak, but with a few inches of lizard dick in her throat, he couldn't make it out. Instead, he thrust forward with all the strength that he could muster and felt his cock reach down past her mouth and deep into her throat with a muffled gag.

His balls were pressed up against her chin and tightened as his body prepared itself. Before he knew it, he spewed rope after rope of hot seed deep into her gullet as she struggled against him to pry herself away. Richard's grip was too tight. They remained locked like this until his last spurt was spent, then he begrudgingly pulled himself free of her with a loud pop. A fountain of spit and cum ran down her chin, dripping onto her chest and onto the floor.

She gasped and gagged for breath, coughing up the remainder clogging up her throat, tears running down her face. For a moment, Richard's sense came back to him and he instinctively moved down to check on her.

Once her coughing had subsided, Richard prepared himself for a scolding but was surprised to see her smiling as she wiped her mouth off onto the towel he'd gotten early. A shaky laugh escaped her.

"I thought you were going to kill me, dude."

"I'm so sorry. I don't know what came over me." He stammered out. What was the correct way to apologize for almost choking somebody with your dick? It felt weird to google it in the middle of checking up on the woman, so he decided against it.

"It's fine. I didn't think I was dealing with somebody's first time."

He looked away, embarrassed. "Well I didn't know somebody would walk into the shop today and do... well whatever that was. Did you just wake up today and decided you'd grab a stranger's crotch and blow him in the middle of his store?"

She gave him a devious smirk. "Of course I did!" When he stared at her flatly, she chuckled. "Okay. Maybe not exactly, but like I said I wasn't getting your attention before."

What kind of social circles did she hang around in to get the idea that this was a proper way to get someone's attention? Sure, there were dozens of matrix-addicted subcultures that produced people who never interacted with another human being and had some pretty messed-up values, but she didn't seem to be one of those types. But she certainly acted like it.

Then it struck him. He didn't even know the woman's name. It was for the best he at least know the name of the someone who sucked his dick.

"Uh, It's a bit late to say it, but I'm Richard. What's your name?"

She looked at him blankly for a moment and tilted her head as if he had asked her if she wanted an armful of Cram.

"I'm Liz. We exchanged names, like, a few weeks ago." She looked away, embarrassed. "Am I really that forgettable?"

Shit. Richard knew he was bad with faces and names, but here he was hurting someone over it. He then wondered if that was what he was supposed to be worrying about. After all, he just had a customer blow him in the main room of his workplace. Skipping over the numerous health and work violations he had just committed, what were the moral implications of engaging in illicit relations with a customer on-site? Could he really trust Walter and James to keep their mouths shut so it wouldn't get to the boss?

He decided to give in to the absolutely absurd tempo of the evening and put a hand on her shoulder. It felt like a strange gesture, but given what they'd just done, he pushed past his discomfort.

"Really it's my fault. I'm terrible at remembering people. I had no idea what you were doing until my coworker pointed it out. Your friends were right; I'm a little dense."

Her eyes lit up a bit as she looked back at him. "That's fine! It's cool, totally. Why don't we start over, like we never met? I think I messed up by sucking your dick as quick as I did."

Not that he'd ever mention it, but he would be fine if little "mistakes" like that kept happening.

"Yeah, why don't we sit and chat a bit. The forecast said it'd be pouring out there for the next few hours. Maybe we should have had a conversation first, but this was fine too."

"That's cool and all," she began, "but there's something I think we're forgetting."

"And that is?"

She pointed down and Richard noticed that his cock was pressed up against her bare stomach, still hard and still throbbing. Again, he felt a flooding of embarrassment, but not nearly as much as the first time. He didn't know if it was a good thing he was quickly beginning to lose his sense of shame. Trying not to make a big deal of it, he moved away from her and turned around to hide his shame.

"Sorry. You were right when you said I don't have a lot of experience. I'll just go take care of this."

When she didn't say anything, Richard turned around and caught the wonderful sight of her tits spilling out of her bra. They reminded him of watermelons with how perky and round they were. His eyes were drawn to the two pink nipples, never before cursing his lack of lips more than he was now.

She gave him a sultry look as she noticed his stare. "Or we could, y'know, go a little further. Talking is cool and all, but I'm dying to see how good of a fit that is." Sitting on one of the flimsy tables and leaning back, she moved her well-manicured fingers down between her legs and rubbed them suggestively over the black fabric of her pants.

This time it didn't take Richard any time to process what to do. He was in the thick of it right now and knew that he might as well be in her if there were going to be consequences. He pulled his workshirt free and slipped out of his slacks. The cold air was uncomfortable for his cold blood, but luckily there was a perfectly soft, round source of warmth right in front of him.

He moved closer, pressing himself against her, enjoying the soft feeling of her flesh against his. Her breasts pressed against his chest, her stiff nipples gliding across his pecs. As he wrapped his thick, muscular arms around her slender waist and leaned down for a kiss, he realized there was one small issue he hadn't considered. How was he going to kiss her with a snout and no lips?

As Liz lifted her head to meet, she hesitated for a moment, a confused look on her face. She likely had just come to the same conclusion as Richard. Unlike him, she didn't let that fact deter her, planting a kiss on the front of his snout.

Not knowing how to respond, he merely opened his mouth and let his lengthy tongue do most of the work. Sneaking its way past his maw, it brushed against her lips.

To his surprise, she took the initiative and countered his intrusion by sucking his tongue into her own mouth. He'd often heard kissing described as a 'battle of tongues', but he thought was just a colorful description. But experiencing her wrapping around his tongue with hers like she was trying to strangle it, made him second guess how quickly he dismissed the idea.

It warmed him in more ways than one to be so close to another human being. He was aware of everything about her; the beat of her, the contours of her body, and the tingle of her breath against his scales as they kissed. It wasn't enough. He wanted to explore even more of her.

One hand moved slowly down the curve of her back and slipped under her pants until he could feel the shapely cheek of her ass filling his palm. He squeezed it lightly, careful not to let his dulled claws tear into her delicate skin. It earned him a moan that rattled his tongue. Soon his other hand joined in and he was kneading her butt like it was dough.

He could feel himself beginning to leak again as he started grinding against her. Her stomach was harder than he expected with her level of toning, but still soft enough to feel pleasant to rub against.

She seemed to be just as she pressed her thighs against his hips and her arms wrapped around his back and pulled him into a deeper embrace. Liz's crotch ground against the base of his manhood as she worked to stoke him to the utmost limit of his passion. When he felt like he was close to losing himself again, he broke away from their deep kiss. They were both out of breath and staring intently into each other's eyes. There was an unspoked need passing between the two of them. A primal instinct to breed and rut until neither could do anything else.

Normally Richard would have thought to stop and ask if she was sure she wanted what was coming next but as horny as he was he didn't think to ask and just took those 'fuck me' eyes as non-verbal consent. It wouldn't pass any employee training course, but it was a bit late for that.

He thought briefly about the condom in his slacks just mere feet away, but given how tightly Liz's thighs were keeping him near, he figured it was fine to go without. There was barely enough give to let him shift back and move his hand down towards the crotch of her yoga pants.

Taking a talon, he carefully tore into her pants and create a sizeable hole. He was greeted with the sight of a pair of pink panties and her pale skin spilling out of the torn fabric. As he moved to pull the offending pair of undergarments out of the way, Liz slapped his hand away.

"No, no, no! I'll move it! You are NOT tearing my lucky pair apart." She said. A moment later and her hand was wormed its way between to adjust herself.

Lucky pair? Richard supposed women had those kinds of little rituals and lucky charms the same as men, but it was still strange to hear it out loud. He didn't have time to finish that thought before his prize was revealed to him.

Liz blushed slightly as she showed herself to him, the lips of her womanhood spread wide. She was wet and ready for him. Her earlier thought of wondering just how far he'd fit inside of her struck him, and he was curious to know as well.

As much as wanted to rush into things, there was still a certain amount of foreplay required wasn't there? He pressed the tip of his cock against her sex, both flinching at the sudden explosion of warmth. Deciding to tease her, he shifted back and forth, grinding the underside of his shaft against her clit. A moan escaped from her lips and he struggled to suppress his grunts as he worked them both up. The urge to plunge deep into her was almost unbearable, but when he looked up and saw her face, he just couldn't bring himself to stop.

Liz had her eyes shut closed and bit her lip to keep herself quiet. Every time his tip brushed against her womanhood, she shuddered and flinched. Her whole body seemed to be blushing as her arousal grew. It was adorable seeing her struggle so much and he would have kept going if she didn't speak up.

"P-please..." she almost whispered.

A sassy part of him came to the surface. She was just too cute and he didn't often get the chance to tease someone. "Please, what?" He picked up the pace of his thrusts, which only made her quiver more.

"Just fuck me already!" she shouted.

Fair enough, he wanted this just as badly as she did. He brought himself back to her entrance and pressed forward until he slipped inside. He thought outside was warm, but inside she was burning hot. It wasn't all that different from the various sex toys that he'd tampered with over the years, but he groaned in sheer pleasure nonetheless.

It was like a vice pressing against him. Everyone slight movement either of them made could be felt by the other. The throbbing of his cock timed with the rhythm of his heartbeat made him press against her walls even more noticeably, and every throb made Liz clench in anticipation. The pained, shocked look on her face made him slow his pace. Instead of pushing straight until he hit her cervix, he pushed only another inch. Again his lover whimpered but seemed to keep herself together and give him a slight nod to encourage him.

He kept pushing further into her warm, velvety embrace. The semi-hard ridges rubbed against her clit, sending shivers of pleasure up his spine. Heat filled him as leaned down closer to her soft body. None of the chills of the cold air bothered him. In fact, it felt almost sweltering inside the shop. Had they really been going at it so intensely? It was only when he felt his tip hit a block did he focus on her again. He groaned in exasperation. There were only an inch or two away from hilting himself inside her.

For the first time, he pulled back, noting just how much resistance there was. Was she consciously trying to keep him in, or was she just instinctually clamping down on him? Either way, it was a heavenly experience to feel her pressing down on him so fervently. Every inch of his cock was pressed up against her walls or dragging. Even the wet sound of him slowly pulling out tickled his senses in a way he was unused to. Then he thrust forward, hitting that same barrier but sinking slightly further inside.

Now it was time to cut back. Having adjusted to her, he picked up the pace. Liz was unable to keep back the flurry of moans and squeaks she made as he pounded her. Both of his hands gripped her waist for leverage as he worked. Soon his lover lowered her back onto the table, her hands playing with her tits.

Time slowed down. Richard couldn't tell how long they were fucking. For all he knew it was either hours or moments until his shift ended and the next employee walked right in to see him fucking someone like an animal. He could feel that familiar pressure building up in his loins and moved to free himself, but he felt Liz's legs tighten around his waist and lock him in.

"Liz?" he managed to ask behind the lust-addled haze in his mind.

She had a cheeky grin plastered on her face, or at least as best as she could manage with her cunt filled with lizard dick.

"Inside." That was all that she said.

He didn't have the clarity of mind to argue, so he went as deep as he could manage and pulled lifted her up against his body and he unloaded another hefty deluge of his spunk. He was sure it was more than the first. Each blast was longer, more intense and he could feel himself shudder as filled her to the brim. In fact, he could feel his seed leak out down his balls and onto the ground. He wondered vaguely for a moment what the statistical chance of pregnancy between a bog-standard human and SURGE metatype was.

They were still and silent for a time, her legs still wrapped around him and his hands gripping her ass as she leaned against him. When his legs got tired he slumped down into a chair with her in his lap and he took a long deep breath as his rationality had finally caught up with him.

There were so many things he wanted to ask and address, but the only thing that came out of his mouth was, "Well that was interesting."

Liz nuzzled against his neck and giggled. "It was intense is what it was. I didn't think you'd fit all the way."

Some technical marvel that was, he was sure. But verbally high-fiving each other wasn't his biggest concern at the moment. As hot as fucking a sexy stranger at work was, it wasn't conducive to a long and productive career. Or life, for that matter.

"So we didn't use a condom." He said flatly.

She lifted her head and looked him in the eyes. It made him avert her gaze. His sense of shame and embarrassment at this sudden moment of intimacy had returned in full force and was now hammering him like a loanshark on an owed debt.

Liz blushed and shook her hands. "No, no! It's fine. It's totally cool, everything's great. There's, like, no chance of me getting pregnant. Probably."

Well shit. He didn't like the sound of that. While it was true that there wasn't a large enough sample size of those who underwent SURGE interbreeding with the "regular" population, it wasn't widely known if the unique expression of genes rendered them infertile or not.

"Well, you can grab a pill on the way home." He said. Looking at the time, it'd only been an hour. Which meant they had all the time in the world to bullshit while they waited for the rain to die down. And if he was completely honest, he didn't want their post-coitus snuggling to end just yet.

They sat in each other's arms in silence until Liz decided there was a question that just couldn't wait to be asked.

"So... why is this placed called 'Between the buns?' Would it be better off as a hotdog place instead of a sandwich shop?"

Richard groaned. "I don't even think the boss knows what this place is supposed to be."