Of No Value Whatsoever
If you read these descriptions then you're very lucky indeed; I'd highly advize you not to read this story. it's short, no plot, no conflict, no value whatsoever. The title is nothing about the story except for it's total contribution to anything of value: nothing.
I'm in pain of a giant screw in my jaw from the dentist and I'm also tired. I wrote this just to keep up with writing. Go back to the search bar and find a story that's actually interesting. You have been warned.
Chuck kept his fists and arms parallel to his face, stepping side to side and breathing heavily. His opponent, Zash'ni, did the same, bobbing and weaving side to side in a frustratingly hard-to-follow manner. He was hard-pressed to keep up with the reptile, his feet constantly in motion to keep his body facing the other.
Suddenly Zash'ni split-stepped, his feet sending him forward and in close proximity to Chuck. A flash of the hands, and Chuck's feet also diverged, sending him into a low lunge. His abs clenched, leaning him forward and into a crouch, and his left hand struck out in a jab.
A grunt. Success. His hand impacted the reptile's muscled abdominals and sunk in, forcing the air out of Zash'ni's lungs, while simultaneously a now dis-powered foot and ankle impacted his right arm, rebounding where before it would have struck his head.
There was another vantage point of being in this position also; as Zash'ni backed away and gasped for breath, Chuck got an excellent view of the reptile's cock and slit. It helped all the more that his mate went into a power stance as he backed up.
No, Chuck and Zash'ni weren't enemies at all; just the opposite, they were mated together. The human and lizard were in the living room right now, their feet on soft carpet in the privacy of their own home, the reason they were both allowed to be naked. They wrestled and sparred like this once every night and morning, to wake up and do something with each-other before they both left for their jobs.
It looked like Chuck was on his way to winning this one, something he had been dreaming of for a long time. Sometimes it seemed that his mate knew every trick in the book, even though Chuck had taught and introduced him to sparring and fighting.
He backed up slowly now, waiting for Zash'ni to come forward. Maybe that was why Chuck always lost; it seemed he was the aggressive one of late. In sparring, anyway. His mate would be ready, now, waiting for the finishing blow, but Chuck wanted to let the reptile tire out.
The two of them circled each other as Zash'ni took in deep gulps of air, trying to steady his breathing. Chuck's face turned into a smirk; Zash'ni hadn't yet learned that in order to truly steady your breathing you have to completely stop, everything else just makes things worse. Zash'ni gulped and continued bobbing left and right, gasping for breath. At this rate, Chuck would only have to wait for his mate to give up to win. Not even a finishing blow!
...Maybe he was hoping for a bit much. Zash'ni sprinted forward, charging him head-n and hoping to end the fight quickly before he lost.
It was a stupid move, and Chuck started laughing as he treated it in the best way possible; backing up to the wall and then darting out of the way at the last moment. Zash'ni slammed into the sturdy wood with a crack and practically collapsed, gasping for air and slapping the ground three times.
Now that the fight was over, Chuck was there to help his mate up to his feet. His offered hand was taken and soon they had their arms around each-other, laughing quietly as they moved towards their bedroom.
Chuck was the first in, laughing softly as he waited for Zash'ni to follow and then shoved him into the bathroom. "So, I believe I won?"
Zash'ni stumbled and grinned back at him, his tail whipped out and tryting to smack Chuck's hand before it retreated. "This once. I felt like trying something different." He stuck his tongue out at his mate.
"Well adjusting the shower water yourself should be radically different then, huh?" Chuck responded, motioning to the bath with his hand.
Zash'ni got the idea, turning around sulkingly and turning on the hot water while Chuck relaxed. "Mmm, you should try new things more often." He joked, watching his mate's muscled rump behind the swinging tail. "I could get used to this real quickly."
"Don't get too comfortable about it." He heard the reptile say over his shoulder while leaning forward to test the water.
"Too late."
Chuck walked up and put his hand on the back of Zash'ni's neck, keeping the lizard bent over. "I think there's another place I'd be comfortable, too."
With that he used his other hand to pick up his mate's tail, flinging it over his shoulder and lining up his growing member with Zash'ni's tail-hole. He heard his mate's warning hiss and smiled, his right leg gowing up and moving forward, slamming into the wall in front of Zash'ni and propping them both up. Chuck leaned over and rested on his mate's back and rear, his hands going around the other's waist and using his own weight to drive forward.
Zash'ni hissed again, this time looking over his shoulder with a grin. "Hmmm....maybe I should try new things more often...."
"That's the spirit." Chuck moaned, his hips twitching to sink his member into Zash'ni's rear. His hips collided with the lizard's rump soon after, and Chuck quickly pulled himself out to push back in again.
They started in a rythm quickly, Chuck moving forward and back, using his hands and shoulders as levers to push Zash'ni back into his thrusts and hold his mate in place. His eyes squeezed shut and he moaned into Zash'ni's back, picking up his pace.
It had been too long since he had defeated the reptile, however. He was too sensitive, and long before he wanted to his cock pushed his seed into Zash'ni's body.
He sighed and rested on his lover's back for a moment, before pulling out and leading Zash'ni into the shower. They washed up together, telling odd jokes and having fun with each-other before bed. They rested under the covers for a while, enjoying each-other's presence, before he felt the sheets start moving quickly.
Looking over at his mate, he saw Zash'ni's body laying on his back, the area of his crotch rising and falling as he jerked off under the sheets.
He reached over and put a hand on his mate's, stopping the other from continuing. "None of that until you win again."
Zash'ni snarled at him comically. "Well we'll see just who wins tommorrow then."
Chuck didn't plan on losing.