Adopted by Lizardmen
Between struggling to hold together a pipe dream college degree and trying to take enought leisure time to preserve my sanity. I finally managed to finish this little story about an explorer in the amazon who discovers an unusual lost tribe.
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In the amazon rain forest there are only two seasons. One where it rains a little and one where is pours. Having bunkered down during the wet season, I can now return to scouting the forests for rare plants and minerals that could go towards advanced medical treatments. This season my travels take me south along the Xingu River, an area that I have worked in before. There are rumors that in the forests around the upper Xingu River, there may be a long forgotten flower that was mentioned in Conquistador journals. According to legend, this plant could be used to seal the most grievous of cuts. If I can return some live samples to the industrialized world, the rewards would be valued at a small fortune.
To do this, I will seek the help of the some of the locals, namely the Kalapalo tribe. I've worked with them before and I'm on very good terms. With their help, I will be able to reach the most remote parts of the upper Xingu basin. In exchange, I come bearing gifts that any one living in the jungle could appreciate. Metal tools, textiles, and rope are a few of the items that I have transported in for my guides.
Having arrived late in the evening, I decided to rest for the night before setting out tomorrow morning. In times like this, I am thankful that I have a high tolerance for heat and humidity. The mosquito netting and hammock was helpful as well. The next morning I woke at the crack of dawn and ate a quick breakfast. Refreshed for the day, I set off up river in a dugout canoe with three hunters. Since we were going against the current, I helped the trio steer and paddle.
After several hours of traveling, we arrived at a promising shore line. As we beached the dugout, the hunters told me that they would not be able to follow me any deeper into the jungle. Apparently, there was a local superstition about a tribe of lizardmen that lived deep in the upper Xingu Basin. Not wanting to disrespect my guides concerns, I decided to go it alone. Besides the financial windfalls were such that I gave the local folk legends little mind. My guides would give me till sundown and then they would have to leave whether I was there or not.
After tying off a long roll of twine to a stake in the ground, I set off into the jungle in search of rare flora. Several hours later, I had made no progress towards finding rare plant I was searching for. On top of this, I was starting to get the feeling that I was being stalked. Ignoring this suspicion, I noticed a small blue flower growing near me. While I was initially excited by this, I eventually noticed that that the flower was a common plant rather then the rare one that I was seeking. While occupied with this, I heard a branch snap behind me. I turned around in a vain attempt to find who I thought was stalking me. Not finding a jaguar, I decided to continue my search.
As I stood up and walked away, I heard what sounded like a nail being driven home. I was shocked to see a long needle embedded in a tree behind where I had been standing. Now that I was throughly terrified, I ran back in the direction I had came from, all the while retrieving the twine I had let out. I heard several other darts whizzing by me as I ran along. After running for several minutes, I could just barely see my guides through the under growth.
I was about to call out to them when I felt one of the darts lodge in the back of my neck. At first I was worried that the dart was tipped in a lethal poison, but my concerns were slightly assuaged when I merely slumped to the soft ground in paralysis. I tried to call out to the hunters I had traveled here with, but the darts venom left me unable to speak as well. My concern at this quickly increased when my pursuers revealed themselves. I had expected to find enemies of the xingu or a tribe that had never made contact with outsiders.
Instead, I had been bagged by a group of anthropomorphic lizards that looked like they had been ripped straight from the pages of literature or mythology. Their green, scaly hide, and frill less heads made the difficult to discern from the surrounding tree top. WIth inhabitants like this that were slightly over 7 feet tall with four foot long tails and sharp claws, it was no surprise that the Kalapalo avoided this area at all costs.
The group looked upon me with considerable interest while chatting in a dialogue of hisses, whistles and chirps that I could not decipher. Noticing the string I had been following, two of them followed it towards the river, no doubt looking for my guides. The rest striped off my clothing and bound my wrists and ankles with separate lengths of vine before suspending me from an 8 foot long and 5 inch thick pole. The two strongest members of the group then picked up the pole and rested it on their shoulders.
Even without the paralytic venom coursing through my blood, there was little I could do to resist since I was hanging on my back with lizard crotch almost above my face. Both of my carriers were clothed in simple leather breechcloths that allowed their seductive musk to envelope me. I tried to resist the intoxicating effects, but my paralysis made this task all but impossible. The group trekked through several miles of jungle venturing far deeper into unexplored territory then I wanted to, at least on my first expedition.
Several hours later, the two that had followed the twine I had left returned empty handed. This brought me some relief that at least my guides got away. After some more hiking, we arrived a large area where the trees thinned slightly. There was enough light to see quite clearly in the evening sun, but it would still be hard to spot this area from the air. I was carried to a frame that had been made of local trees into the rough shape of a sawhorse. While still paralyzed, I was bound to the frame with more vines. The fact that my head and ass where at crotch level for the lizards only added to my concern.
Roughly two dozen lizards gathered around me in the minutes I spent waiting for my paralysis to dissipate. Of course once it did, There was nothing I could do to resist my captors. While struggling, I heard a commotion on the edge of the crowd that surrounded me. In front of my head, the group parted to reveal a pair of lizards that were dressed quite differently from the rest. Instead of simple breechcloths, these two were clothed in embroidered skirts and wore elaborate feather headdresses that differentiated their status. They were most likely the leaders of this unknown tribe.
Almost in response to my thoughts, the one on the left stated into my mind, 'yes, you'll do quite nicely.' "Nicely for what!" I respond in a near panic. 'To become one of us of course.' the right one responded. 'We can grow out numbers through natural means, but we need new blood every now and then. This is where you come in.'
"This is insane, how the hell am I supposed to become one of you, I'm a mammal." I responded in shock. To this the left one stated, 'simple, through the act of mating the life giving fluid that issues forth from males shall enter you and change you body.' After saying this, he removed his skirt to reveal a hardening member that was emerging from his genital slit. The other males followed suit and I was surrounded by over two dozen naked and aroused lizards.
I renewed my struggles, all the while screaming out, "No you can't do this." 'Oh but we will, you will make an excellent addition to our ranks.' he stated in a matter of fact tone while walking behind me. I then felt his soft, scaly hand gently caressing my ass and exploring the crack that was forcibly presented to him. At that point I somewhat humorously joked to myself that the group might start chanting gooble gobble gooble one of us one of us.
What humor I had was shocked out of me as an assistant passed the chief a jar that smelled like liquid animal fat. After coating his fingers in the oily liquid, the chief started to paint my anal ring. I yelped in surprise as he penetrated me and begged, "Please don't do this." After giving a command to his assistant, he stated to me, 'Relax, you'll love being one of us.' While saying this, his assistant produced a rubber ring gag that he wedged in my shocked mouth. Once secured, the only sounds I could make were deranged laughs at the absurdity of my predicament.
WIth my mouth and ass vulnerable, it was obvious that the foreplay was over. I gaged slightly as the assistant grabbed onto my head and quickly deep throated his scaly and strangely delicious cock in my maw. I gave a few involuntary licks that caused him to hiss with pleasure. While my mouth was occupied, the chief used his oily hand to gently stroke my hardening member. This had the welcome effect of calming me, which was helpful given what happened next.
An arrow shaped cock head was positioned at my ring and quickly parted it. My surprised gasp was quickly muffled as the assistant continued to pound away at my mouth. The pair chuckled at my shock as they fucked me with a quickly increasing pace. The Chief seductively reached between my legs and stroked my hardening member, an action that only served to embarrass me further. After giving me a hard and deep thrust, he leaned over my back and whispered in me ear, 'Relax, acts like these are how we build strong bonds with in the tribe. Regardless of gender or the prospect of laying eggs, regular and promiscuous mating is common place.'
The threesome continued and despite the initial revulsion I felt at being raped like this, my arousal steadily built up. I fought hard against my lust, but in very little time I started to happily suck the Assistants throbbing member. My rapists also enjoyed my taking and announced this with many pleased hisses. Several of the surrounding crowd also took the opportunity to lewdly paw off to the erotic sight that played out in front of them.
After several minutes of intense copulating, I new that my rapists would soon climax. The Chief gave me several hard and deep thrusts before his throbbing member started to flood my ass with his hot cream. The pleasure I felt was so intense that I climaxed shortly after him and pumped out several smaller wads onto the ground below. As I moaned around the member that occupied my mouth, the Assistant joined us in an intense orgasm that I both looked forward to and dreaded. I tried to pull back and spit out the large volume of cum that was fed to me, but the lizard held my head firmly in place, forcing me to swallow his load if I wanted to breathe again.
Once the pair were certain that I had been filled, they pulled out and stepped back to admire their handy work. Form my part, I simply slumped into the breeding horse, glad to be partially free of the lusty reptiles. My relief was cut short when the chief stated to me, 'Our seed has started the process, but more will be needed if you are to become one of us before sunset. As a result, you will now be mated by the other twelve that have gathered around you.' My heart sank as the fact that I was about to be gang raped sank in.
The repeated matings dragged on and on for what felt lilke hours. A pair of male lizards would approach, one choosing my mouth and the other choosing my anus. After being bounced back and forth on their members I would be pumped full of seed. The process would then be repeated with a new pair of rapists. As the waiting group dwindled, I noticed that my belly was starting to get slightly distended from the large volume of seed that I was forced to contain. Needless to say, I was thankful that each of the lizards only used me once. I had also been treated to several more pleasant climaxes of my own that made this experience a little more acceptable.
Finally, the last pair finished filling me and joined their sated comrades in a circle around me. The other well dressed lizard, who I assumed to be the chiefs mate approached carrying a small bowl. After dipping her fingers into the container, she started to draw some unknown symbol on my back. Still desiring to escape my captors plans, I struggled against my tight bonds that allowed almost no movement. The chiefs mate state to my mind in a reassuring tone, 'Relax, these marks will simply jump start your transformation.'
Once finished drawing on my back, the female signaled for several of my previous rapists to remove me from the breeding horse. I felt a paralytic dart briefly being jabbed into my back side and the familiar weakness over took me. I was then carried over to a twelve foot deep hole that I was lowered into by ropes tied around my wrists. Once on the soft ground, a cover that looked like the bars of a jail cell was secured over the opening.
Struggling to stand up, I felt a subtle ache spreading over my entire body. As several lizards gathered around the hole I was trapped in, I begged for them to release me but they simply looked on as the cum with in me started to take effect. In addition to the physical aches, I also started to experience strange fragments of visions the greatly varied in their subject matter. Most were of the surrounding jungle and life within this tribe but some were of life outside the Amazon, indicating that I was not the first outsider to be transformed.
As a relatively intense ache struck the base of my spine, I fell onto the ground and squirmed as an alien pleasure entered my mind. The visions also intensified and became more coherent. Besides the memories, I also seemed to acquiring a knowledge of my captors language. The lizards who watched me offered encouraging words that I caught in small snippets.
When not occupied with the mental sensations of my transformation, I was forced to observe and feel the physical aspects. As time passed, my skin turned from tan to the green of my captors and grew the thick scaled pattern that no doubt offered more protection then my natural skin. My finger nails elongated and grew into razor sharp claws that were perfect for any cut. My face protruded outward into a pronounced snout and my eyes moved slightly to the side, expanding my peripheral vision while preserving depth perception in front.
As my transformation progressed, my muscles grew stronger as well. Eventually, I realized that I might have to means to reach the grate that was containing me and claw my way out. With a leap that surprised both myself and my captors, I rocketed from the floor to the bars with super human speed. The lizards watching me stepped back and bade me to calm down in a language that I now had a near fluency in. Of course I did not listen to them. I wanted out and I was damn sure they weren't going to stop me.
Just as I seemed to be making progress on the bars, the ache that I felt as the base of my spine earlier greatly intensified. My concentration disrupted, I lost grip on the bars and fell to the soft floor below. I moaned loudly in a combination of light pain and intense pleasure as a tail extended from just above my ass and my testes retreated into me. The last change was my member, which grew into the long and thick arrow head shape that I knew all to well.
Now that I looked like my captors, the exhaustion of my transformation overtook me. I struggled to get to my feet but I could barely move my limbs. As I struggled, several lizards were lowered into the pit on ropes. As they surrounded and picked me up I faded into unconsciousness hearing their assurances that I would be ok. While filled with strange dreams, my sleep was still a welcome change after the intense sensations of my transformation.
When I finally started to wake up, I still felt some of the considerable exhaustion that was a by-product of what I had become. When I tried to move I was shocked to notice that my wrists were bound with strong vines. Looking upon the rest of my body, I noticed that my ankles and newly formed tail were similarly tied. As I tried in vain to escape my bonds, the noises I was making attracted the attention of my captors. The lizard who entered was of a more slender build and had a disarmingly kind expression. The creature who shared my looks then spoke in the tribes language, a language I now understood in perfect clarity.
"Relax young one, every thing is as it should be. I am Dal'Sare and our chief has decided to name you Kar'Shan. I have been tasked with your education in our ways. Do you have any questions," the lizard who I could tell from scent was female stated to me in hisses whistles and clicks. Experimenting with my new tongue, I asked, "When I was transforming, I saw... visions... of life here and else where, What was I seeing."
"What you saw were the memories of those who copulated with you. When you received their seed, you also received their knowledge and experiences. Most of it occurred on a subconscious level, but you most likely experienced moments when the 'visions' were quite clear. In any case, this makes my job a little easier since all I really have to do is place you in situations where the transferred memories become lucid."
After explaining what I had seen earlier, she walked closer to me and while gently stroking the back of my neck stated in a kind tone, "I know that you are frightened and that is understandable given your situation, but you have no reason to fear for you are amongst friends who want to see you become a healthy member of our tribe. Now, can I trust that you will not do anything rash if I release you."
Once I nodded slightly, Dal'Sare effortlessly untied my bindings and I clumsily tried to stand up. "Easy there, get a sense of your balance before trying to walk." my instructor stated. As I cautiously continued to rise, I noticed more of the distinctive features of my new body. While most of my anatomy had rough analogues in you standard large lizard, pointed snout, forked tongue, and long tail. The claws on my four toed feet, however, looked as though they had been taken straight from an extinct raptor. The long and graceful curve of this natural weapon existed for the sole purpose of quickly killing prey.
"Admiring your new body," Dal'Sare stated disturbing my train of thought. "Trust me when I say that you are very attractive. We'd best get your loins clothed if you don't want too many suitors to chase your tail." While saying this, my instructor produced a simple loincloth that I quickly put on. It was easy work in part due to the garments simplicity and also due to my assimilated memories. "Now follow me, the others are eager to see your new face" As we left the subterranean room that I learned were dedicated to those who were recovering from injuries, Dal'Sare explained the structure of the tribe.
"With you transformation, our tribe now numbers at 394. The tribe is further divided into tasked oriented groups called clans that specialize in certain fields. Some clans are dedicated to healing, others to hunting, others as scouts, and some as foragers. Considering how you got here, I would guess that you will be assigned to one of the hunting or scouting clans."
After some more explanations and some walking, we arrived at a clearing with most of the tribe gathered around a raised platform that the chief occupied. My guide kneeled before the chief and I instinctively followed suit. In a warm and gentle voice, the chief stated, "Rise young initiate." His voiced had the experience of many generations and I had little doubt that he was the oldest of the tribe.
"With your extensive experience in the jungle, we have decided that your talents would be best suited for one of the scouting clans. Since the Bagara clan was the last to receive a new member, you shall be assigned to them. The tasks that you will under take will be elaborated on by the clan leader."
Now that my fate was decided, I was introduced to my immediate superior, a well decorated lizard named Jaska. While not as old and distinguished as the chief, he still projected little doubt that he was the one in charge. Once he introduced me to my new clan mates, I was instructed in the various duties of a scouting clan. Besides giving the hunting clans the best grounds to stalk on, we were also tasked with monitoring the borders of the tribes territory and capturing humans who knew too much. While my new clan did not include any of the lizards who had captured me, I still found it somewhat ironic that now I would be given the same tasks.
Over the next few weeks I quickly settled into the day to day routine of a scouting clan. While reluctant at first, I bonded with my clan mates due in large part to the casual sex that was used to strengthen intra-clan bonds. While I have yet to participate in the capture of intruders, to say nothing about my guides, I hope that one day I can show them the wonderful life that I have been brought into. Oh well, I'm sure that that opportunity will present itself. In the mean time, I'll be quite busy keeping my new extended family up to date on what happening in our territory.