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Rachel

A glimmer of sun woke the unconscious girl whose concussion had been merciful enough not to kill her. The house fallen silent and the monsters all went away, but the house was different, and so was the world. Without the others to guide her, Rachel wandered pitifully through the manor. Eventually she wandered to where the road should have been, but neither blacktop nor distant neighbors where anywhere to be found.

From the moment that crazy girl had sprayed her with that strange substance, Rachel's entire world had been turned upside down. Nothing made sense anymore. The others had all been savaged by terrible monsters but, for some strange reason, they all seemed to leave her alone. Tara had wanted to kill her for smelling terrible and she wondered if that was the reason the others left her alone as well. Was that what the experiment Cindy was talking about? Am I the lone survivor, doomed to walk through the forest without harm until I die from starvation because none of the monsters will eat me?

It was a terrible fear, to starve to death, for she knew better than to believe that she could catch her own food or know what plants were edible. Besides... winter was quickly approaching and she had no survival skills of her own. It was only a matter of time.

When the sun rose into the sky, she could not help but notice that it almost seemed purple instead of yellow. She attributed the difference to her own stress, but it was not until it began to set again that she noticed that the sunset was just as strangely colored.

When the last bit of sunlight twinkled out of the sky, she huddled against a tree. Curled up into a ball, she waited, hoping the end would come. Then she heard something moving in the waters. Resigned to her fate, she began to move toward it, hoping beyond hope that it would end her quickly, tear the flesh from her body and leave no trace of her. But as she moved toward the noise she saw a strange humanoid watching her from behind some trees, and for a moment, she knew not whether she was finally doomed or saved.

It was difficult to make out any of its features in the moonlight, but as the stranger peered around the tree at her, she realized she could only make out a dark silhouette and black reflective eyes. After staring at each other in uncomfortable silence, for a time, she eventually swallowed her desire to live and began walking toward him. The silver moon cast long shadows ahead of her, hiding the stranger as she approached, leaving every detail about what it might be a mystery until the last moment. At last, as she found herself at the edge of a shallow pond, the all that was visible of the stranger was long, wild, black hair.

"Hello," she finally said after searching for her voice for far too long. "My name is Rachel."

"Shi'vel," a slithering voice said in a masculine tone.

"I'm lost," Rachel told the shadow as she allowed tears to roll down her cheeks, "I'm all alone."

"Shi'vel alone, too," the voice said.

"You must be lonely."

"Yesh..." he said as if his face were misshapen and unable to form a proper ess.

"Can I stay with you for a time?" A long moment of silence passed between them as Rachel began to wonder if this was indeed the end of it all or merely the end of her old life."

"Shi'vel let Rachel shtay... but Rachel musht shtay for good..."

"What? Why?" she stepped back, repulsed at the idea that this strange creature might ask something even more foul of her.

"Shmell..." he said as that explained everything and she remembered Tara's reaction to her... telling her that she smelled.

"My smell?"

"Yesh..."

"My smell is... like yours?"

"Shmell like... mate."

Night creatures called out in the silence between statements. Rachel thought of the horrors of being a mate to this thing... but then realized an opportunity. If she went with this creepy creature, then he would protect and feed her until she figured out how to get back home. It was such a silly thing to think that she would stay with this man forever when she knew nothing about him, but if it got him to help her, then she would allow him to believe anything he wished.

"If you promise to serve and protect me," Rachel said carefully, "then I will be your mate. But if you treat me badly, I reserve the right to leave."

"Shi'vel agree," the slovenly man told her as he emitted an excited little trill. "Shi'vel be besht mate Rachel ever know."

Their agreement allowed Rachel a certain piece of mind as she wondered what the rest of her new temporary husband looked like. She assumed he was some sort of skinny river man, or a deformed kid from the slow class, but had she stood there for the rest of her life, she never would have guessed the truth.

When she walked toward the tree where Shi'vel hid, she felt an odd chill ripple through her body. A strange form of desire seemed to be creeping into place, as if she were attracted to this man whom she had yet to actually lay eyes upon. Originally, she dismissed the sensation as a combination of relief at her survival and general anticipation of meeting a new person. But as she got closer, the idea that she might have to consummate their relationship immediately began to form in her mind. By the time she reached the tree, her legs were wobbly with anticipation, and she wanted to begin right away.

"If Rachel be mate," Shi'vel said in a way which made her flinch, "then bond be made."

"Bond... I knew it..."

"Yesh... mate bond. Do Rachel know what matesh do?" A crimson blush filled Rachel's features as her mind began to focus on his meaning. The strangest part was that she knew this should be something she was repulsed by... but... for some reason...

"Oh... yeah... we can do that."

What is wrong with me? He's likely hideous... just listen to the way he talks! Just... make him feel good and survive. Just a few days... then I can be rid of this toad and be free!

With a clenched jaw, Rachel took a deep breath and stepped into the ankle deep water where Shi'vel stood. It was surprisingly warm, especially for this time of year, but none of that mattered when she finally took his hand and felt scales on his skin. None of her muscles would move as the man emerged from hiding and his new mate saw that not only was he unpleasant to look upon, but he was far from human.

Deep green scales covered every part of his skin and his eyes were dark and amphibious. Pointed fangs where what disrupted his speech and his nails were dirt covered claws. Though he was a reptilian, he had long jet-black hair which was in bad need of some care. Behind him a long tail swayed this way and that... his agitated nervousness showed on every part of him. Then, as Rachel stood there holding his claw, she felt an almost violent surge of sexual desire well up from within.

"Oh... God..." she gasped as it became more difficult to stand.

"Rachel okay," the reptilian creature told her as he wrapped his free claw around her waist, "Shi'vel care for mate. Shmell good... shuch shmell..." His voice tapered off as his claws ran up her back, shredding the fabric of her blouse.

"W-what are you..." Rachel tried to protest, but her body was far too excited to pull away. A loose fist struck him so weakly that for a moment she though she might be in a dream, but she could feel his claws on her flesh, and as the weakness of her condition seemed to fill the rest of her, she lost her balance and fell backward and was soon only held up by his arms.

Shi'vel carefully laid her back into the warm water of the lagoon. Green eyes rolled back in her head when over a foot of tongue dangled out of his maw and began to slither down the front of her blouse. It took very little effort for him to overpower the buttons, and her bra's forward facing clasp, and soon her bosom burst free of their constraints. The warm tongue smeared its slime on her skin as he lavished her chest and stomach. Pink nipples grew hard, sending pleasant shock-waves through her body as he explored her.

"Oh..." Shi'vel cooed, "oh... shuch shkin... sho shtrange... sho shalty..." Rachel could not help but smile, enjoying the attention and the way her new mate was memorized by her body. Mate... Though parts of her mind screamed in protest, demanding that she fight against this rape, her body would have none of that. Soon, she was running her fingers along his scales, marveling in their texture and the muscles which swelled beneath. This was a strange man to be sure... but she belonged to him now and as he worshiped her body with his, she found delight in the attention.

The primal parts of Rachel's mind were winning over her reason, demanding the type of satisfaction that only came in one form. Drawing him face-to-face, she gripped his hair and began an awkward kiss that quickly became comical. Laughter escaped her as she discovered it was almost impossible to kiss a man whose two foot tongue was busily running itself up and down her chest. The deep purple instrument slurped back into Shi'vel's mouth like a frog in a cartoon, and it took Rachel a moment to recover from the giggling this caused her.

"You're just so... so..."

"Yesh, mate?"

Her answer was to try kissing his blunt snout one more time. There was more success but his mouth was very wide and filled with sharp teeth. Instinctively, her tongue reached out to taste him. An odd mixture of intoxication and nausea battled for supremacy, but she drew pleasure from it. After a moment of clumsiness, her hands began running down his bare chest, to the part between his legs where she finally stopped.

"Where is it?"

"Where, what?"

"Your dick?"

His dark eyes blinked at her for a moment before responding. "Mate now?"

"Now, later, and often," she nearly growled as she kept running her hand around where she felt it should be.

"If mate deshire..." Shi'vel rumbled as he moved back. Along the place where his tail connected to the rest of him, the creature revealed a slit which looked suspiciously female. It took a moment for him to manipulate it but he withdrew another long appendage. It was dark purple, like his tongue, and came to a fine point like a tentacle. It moved like another tail, swaying back one way and then the other as she stared at it. "Where eggsh go?"

Rachel heard the words and knew the question should have sent her running, and she realized that she must be mad to put such a thing inside of her. Taking the appendage in her hands, she felt it would be impossible to jack him off in the way should would a normal man. But this was something she had committed to, so she slid her body beneath his and did what she knew most men adored from her.

Sucking his strange meat into her mouth incurred an odd warble of pleasure from her new mate. The taste was like beef gravy, and oddly satisfying to her starving pallet. With the skills gathered from a dozen boy-toys, she held him steady with one hand, jacked off his remaining length with the other, and bobbed her head up and down. More of his savory secretion oozed out of him, heightening her excitement. Then a larger gush of his fluid came forth in a gentle stream which she drank in multiple swallows.

"Mmm..." Rachel drew back and licked her lips. Shi'vel shuttered, obviously enamored by the feelings. The taste of him made Rachel want him inside of her, and thus she unzipped her tightly clinging bluejeans and wiggled her hips as she worked them off. Floating in the water, she left them to settle to the bottom with her thong panties lodged securely inside. Her blouse was then shed then and her new lover stared wide-eyes at her tanned flesh, feeding her vanity with his lusty gaze.

Sliding herself a little higher, she reached her arms around him and drew his hard frame down on top of her soft curves. It took a moment to place his tip between her legs, but with her guidance he found his way inside of her. The extremity moved up into her body like a squirming eel, and drew squeals of confusion and delight from her as he moved. Shi'vel did not thrust down into her, like a proper mammal was supposed to, but it became quickly apparent that he had total control of the device. It swayed back and forth inside of her, teasing the nerves which sent indulgent shivers through her as he explored.

A curious expression appeared on his face when Rachel gasped in pleasure and then told him where she liked to be teased. The waving explorer osculated along her erogenous areas, and soon, he was conducting a symphony with her screams. Eventually she achieved orgasm, and as her inner walls clenched together, another strange look appeared on Shi'vel's face.

"Shi'vel not undershtand."

"S-s-stop! D-don't m-move... th-that was great... Shi'vel," Rachel said as she panted to catch her breath.

"Shi'vel... not undershtand," he said again and he retracted from her body and sat up on his legs, watching her contemplatively as his tail swayed back and forth.

"What's to understand?" Rachel asked. "I'd say that worked really well!"

"But... Shi'vel not lay eggsh..."

"You don't need to get me pregnant every time," she said, finally beginning to understand the confusion.

"No?"

"No! Sometimes we just need to fuck!" Rachel was astonished by the vulgar aggression she was demonstrating. For a moment they just looked at each other and then her reptilian husband nodded.

"Shi'vel not undershtand... but mate happy... sho..."

"Damn right," she said as she charged forward and knocked him onto his back. "Now put that thing back where it belongs!" Her hand found his second tail and moved it back to her opening. Once again he squirmed inside of her and began stimulating her body in the strangest ways. Why is this happening... her mind occasionally asked, but the voice was quickly drowned by the sickening indulgence of this wretched moment. All she wanted to do was defile herself with his body. This crazy, insidious, ugly thing which was so unappealing to her that she decided it must be some sort of humiliation fetish she had developed.

"Mate be Shi'vel..." Shi'vel grunted as Rachel ground her labia over him with her hips.

"Yes! Yes, I'm yours," she growled.

"Mate be Shi'vel kind..."

"Yes! Yes, I'm your kind!"

"Mate be Shi'vel people..."

"Yes! You fucking... dirty... filthy... ffffuuuuuuuck!" The vulgarity peaked inside of her, forcing a messy expulsion of her own fluids to mix with his as she clenched hard around him. Her fingers gripped his shoulders securely, holding him down as she relished the waves of velvet indulgence. Then she settled and laid across his scaly chest, which rose and fell as he breathed.

"Mate?"

"Y-yes," she whispered.

"Shtay with Shi'vel?"

"Of course," she whispered as she momentarily meant it, knowing also that this would be over if she told him that she planned on leaving when she was finished with him.

"Again," Shi'vel hissed as his appendage began to sway inside of her.

"Oh, you! Ooohhh yyyooouuu..." Rachel did not expect her shy atrocity of nature to find courage for this sort of thing, but she was not going to say no to it. The way his body found the needy parts of hers both frightened and fascinated her. It became a curious thing that no human man had ever pleased her this way.

As her hips gyrated forward and back, Rachel paid no attention to Shi'vel's tail. It waved this way and that, as he enjoyed his new mate, but as its tip dripped with the venom of his race, he lined up his target, and prepared to strike.

A confused gasp emitted when Rachel felt the penetrating blow and fell forward. At the base of her spine, the stinger pressed between the vertebra, injecting his venom directly into her spine. A mix of awkward sensations burned through her nervous system, then cross the brain-stem. The whole world fell away and all Rachel could do was lay immobilized and wait.

The colors around her changed slightly as scent mixed with sight. Taste then joined the mixture and a strange muddling occurred as her mind was rewired by her mate. The surrounding environment and Shi'vel's entire existence changed... lighting up her world information which distracted her from the physical changes which had also begun.

The bones in her face shifted as hard scales sprouted across her skin. A continuous flood of blissful agony burned through her nervous system, cascading through the cells of her body as RNA sequences rewrote themselves, changing every piece of her DNA with the bonding of new molecules.

Rachel's sense of time slipped away, and soon she was no longer aware of its passing. Reality was a far away thing as she laid in the oblivion of her dreams. Bones and muscles mutated as internal organs changed into the guise of another species. Then the whole of her body surged back to life in an ecstatic delight which caused her to moan like a gator in a swamp.

It took a few minutes for Rachel to realize that she and her mate were still coupled together, but as she did, it became difficult to tell where her body ended and his began. A moment of confusion concluded with the knowledge that she was like him... just like him. Skin was now scales and teeth had become fangs. A tail swayed freely from her bottom and her claws were powerful and deadly. From inside of a strange new womb, she felt him, and as their eyes met. Without speech she agreed to his proposal, given and received through scent.

A bulge began to swell at the base of their connection, then that strange oval lump pushed up and in. Through the passage of her body, an egg slowly worked through Shi'vel's ovipositor, rolling gently as it pushed its way into a properly crafted cradle where Rachel's body began to nourish it. A second egg began its journey, creating a series of tingling orgasms which were different from the ones she had experienced as a human. The scales on her body seemed to rattle as she accepted this gift... and then another followed... then another. Seven times she chittered and moaned. Rumbling like a rock-slide of gravel as he filled her with eggs.

When at last she was full, her scent told him so. Another series of shutters occurred and he released a torrent of nutrition into her womb... fertilizing the eggs he had just laid inside of her. Once the alien ritual was complete, he was finally able to withdraw. The mates moved to their side, floating together in the warm waters of the lagoon. The insides of Rachel's body adjusted around the precious cargo. Expanding and enveloping the fragile bundles until at last she was convinced they were protected. Then, her scent said she was ready, and Shi'vel guided her as they swam away into their new lives.