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Just your luck. First day on your island getaway package, and you already found yourself at the mercy of this untamed island. After the orientation, you chose to wander off from your fellow newcomers and explore some of the remote parts of the island. No one warned you to be on the lookout for dangerous insects. Or how the scorpions might have a sting that turned your legs to jello and caused the rest of your muscles to lock up. You fell on your back and lied there in a small clearing. The sun bore down and you felt bugs idly crawl over you. It felt like a time you had sleep paralysis. Even speaking felt impossible. All you could do to cry for help was utter a few weak moans.

This perhaps left you with nothing but to listen, so you heard his feet pad softly across the grass. A low whistle filled the clearing, but your head turned to the left, you could not see who it was.

“See you met the local wildlife, kid," the voice said. It had an easy tone of “cooler-than-thou" that you used to hear often in punk clubs back in the city.

He prodded your leg where you were stung and it bit with pain. A gasp managed to pour from your mouth.

“Oof, hurts, huh? Well, I got some salve in my bag, just a second." Rummaging in a rucksack. A cap screwed off. The feeling of something soothing and cold worked across the skin. It tingled.

A hand touched your face and turned you so you could see your rescuer. It was a strikingly handsome chameleon with sunset red scales and sharp yellow horns like the tongues of flames that poked from the end of his muzzle and eyebrows. He had a wry, concerned look as he eyed you up and down. He shook his head, “Humans are so delicate." He dressed in a black leather vest and shirt that reminded you again of folks you might have met in the city. But he seemed a bit more reserved.

“It looks like you had an allergic reaction," the chameleon said. His scaly fingers prodded at your side. “You feel any of that?"

You didn't react. You couldn't.

“Can you blink?"

Yes, you showed as much.

“Okay, well, I got a way to treat this. I found it works on mammals most of the time, but uh, hmm, it's a bit unique. This will wear off in two to twelve hours, but I might be able to get rid of it in ten minutes."

What was he waiting for?

“If you want me to stop just blink real fast for me, okay?" He stood up and glanced around. He muttered, “Looks like no one's around. My name's Flick, alright?"

The chameleon started to undo the button on his red plaid pants. He did not see your blinking till he had peeled the fabric off his body and threw it on his rucksack. The chameleon wore nothing beneath the pants. His fine, toned legs were all soft red scales and between his thighs the flesh raised slightly to a sharp line of his slit. A smell, close to a Bradford Pear's bloom, started to reach your nose.

He scratched the back of his head a little sheepishly. “Yeah, uh, right--the thing is, what you need right now is a little shock to your system. The body, chemically at least, doesn't really recognize a difference in different types of arousal. All we need to do is get your blood pumping."

The twitch of an eyebrow was the best bit of dubiousness you could offer in the moment.

Flick reached down and spread the opening of his slit. It parted with several filaments of lubricant making a sticky web among the open petal of flesh, the bud of his internal cock was just barely exposed. The smell got a little stronger, and you felt your cheeks flushing with color. Something about it…

“My slit-fluids tend to be a sweet little aphrodisiac for mammals."

That explained the heat flushing through you. The shortness of breath. How you couldn't take your eyes off the lewd display. He was rather attractive: skinny but muscular, angular yet alluring face, even the horns offered a sense of eroticism.

“I'll try to make this quick as possible," Flick said, releasing the lips of his slit. “If you want me to stop just blink real quick like we said, okay?"

At the moment, you were having trouble coming up for reasons why you would. Shirt and vest still on, the chameleon knelt down and straddled your front. This close, the pungent smell of his sex overpowered everything else on the island. You found your eyes couldn't look away from it. Even shut as it was, a tender pulse existed beneath those lips. You saw them rise and fall. Flick said quietly, “I'll move it closer, okay?"

The lizard leaned forward over so slightly, slit now hovering above your chin. He opened it again so you could see the purplish-pink interior flesh. The pearly strands of slit-fluid collected inside of it began to seep to the bottom of the now spread lips. Your fingers twitched, you felt the need to bring your face closer. Your body strained against itself. That smell was a cocktail to your senses that left you a little buzzed. It was a high. A miracle. You wondered how it tasted.

“I can move it closer if you want," the chameleon whispered.

The lizard's hips bobbed back and forth. A sway like a hypnotist's watch. You should be appalled. He was definitely taking advantage of you. This was definitely some kind of sexual assault. You should have definitely called out for help when you found you could speak, but all that came out was a quiet, “Yes."

He touched the back of your head gently, getting a handful of your dark hair before he whispered, “Good girl, take your medicine, hmm?"

He shoved his slit into your face. The lips opened across yours, nose poking inside the top most folds and Flick's juices drooling across your chin. Your moan he muffled with his sex. He sighed, content as you kissed against his still reclusive cock. The soft-firm flesh tasted of a heady mixture of potent pheromones. You felt tears run down your face. Your bottom half shuddered with some kind of rapturous heat. Heat boiling in your stomach and thighs, your crotch an oven. Your hands, you could move them again--and your arms. You grabbed the back of his thighs and pulled that rich source of nectar closer. You licked all over his slit, eating him out with a desperate fervor till you felt something grow against your lips. You knew what it was. Trembling, you sucked the growing cock between your tongue. What you could not have expected was a second, pushing against your lips and cheek.

Flick rolled his hips forward and back. He began pumping one cock in your mouth while the other rubbed slippery slit fluids all over your face. His shaft grew and grew until the red tool pushed against the back of your throat. The grip on the back of your head tightened and he started humping a little harder.

“Mmph, come on," he cooed, “swallow."

You did, accepting his cock into your throat. In the back of it, warm heat pooled as his cock leaked precum. He sighed, grinding a moment longer before he finally released you. No longer supported by his hand, your head fell back on the ground. Fresh air made your world spin. Above you, the chameleon stood on his knees, slowly fondling one of his twin cocks. Each shaft a twin eight inches with tapered ends and bulbs at their bases.

“Like what you see, babe?"

You nodded.

“Heh, you're all better now, but I bet you don't want to stop, hmm?"

“No," you said slowly. You felt on the edge of cumming as is, just a few minutes of touching yourself would be enough. But your body screamed at you. Told you you needed to let this stud knock you up.

“Why don't you turn around, get on your knees, and hike up your skirt for me."

You did what Flick told you, face red and full of heat. But not nearly as much heat as your cunt. You knew when you pulled your skirt up what he saw. You heard it in his chuckle that made you feel a little humiliated with how badly you wanted him. Your panties were wet and clinging to your sex, the thin fabric a little transparent and showing off the puffy lips of your needy cunt.

“This stuff is hitting you harder than most mammals, I think," Flick quietly told her as he settled in behind you. Hands rested on your ass and palmed the flesh before he suggested, “Maybe you're just a slut, though? I wouldn't be surprised if you've done this before."

You hadn't, but being degraded like this put you more and more on edge. So when his finger pressed into the fabric you pushed your hips back, gasping a little. You felt him lean down and take a deep breath.

“Sure you're not a dog, human? You smell like a bitch in heat right now."

You were about to tell him to shut up and fuck you, but you were cut off when your panties were pulled aside and something punched inside you. You quaked. The sudden, wriggling penetration made you blow. Something wriggling and thicker than Flick's fingers pulled in and out of you. You knew it wasn't his dick ploughing to your cervix, though. It undulated till you saw stars and started moaning rakishly. It was the chameleon's long, thick tongue hollowing you out. It stirred up your honeypot till your cum flowed in a mess onto the grass, all while Flick kept his red lips buried against your entrance. It was a strange ecstacy you never imagined: this muscular, hot organ prodding, stroking, rubbing your walls all over and making your cunny go crazy. You came, helplessly, all over his face before he finally retreated.

Flick made a point of smacking his lips. “Ah, love doing that. You should be ready now. Hold still, will you?"

Your back end shook with a new kind of numbness in you. Your whole body felt slack after your orgasm till you felt the tip of something against your entrance. The tip of two somethings.

He grunted when he forced both his cocks inside you. The tapered ends opened you up like they were designed to, and quickly the shafts split open your weeping pussy. They spread it farther than any one cock ever had, but that split felt enticing and tight. The chameleon behind you moaned a little as he rocked forward. Your wet, prepared entrance took him to the hilt in a few quick strokes.

His bulbs struck flush against your labia, pushing the lips of your cunny inwards a little. When he pulled out, the smooth hemipenes tugged out a fresh flow of your wet. The ground grew slick beneath you as he began to rut you proper. He grabbed your hips, and with surprising strength, started to fuck you backwards on his knots. You were making all manner of lewd groans and moans. They spilled heated from your mouth as if all you knew was the rough rut of sex. As if being bred was all you were good for.

And with two cocktips kissing and teasing the entrance of your egg chamber, how could you want anything else?

Your walls grasped at his lengths, squishing them together in your tight warmth. You rocked your hips back to his thrusts. Which he laughed at before slapping your ass. The roughness rewarded him with a fresh wave of ecstasy from you. More of your cum spilled wetly against his thighs and the hem of his shirt. He hammered in and out, the wet slapping of his hips coming to a rapid crescendo.

When both bulbs split you open, and you joined the lizard slit to cunt, you screamed. The bright, surging pain of yielding to his knots was soothed by the sudden explosion of heat in your belly. Your cunt spasmed and you saw stars. You don't remember ever reaching these heights of pleasure before. Flick cursed as his twin cocks dumped several human loads worth of spunk inside you. Your fertile womb sacrificed to this virile scalie. He groaned and tried to push your hips tighter while your walls fluttered along his length. You felt full then your stomach swelled a little beneath your blouse. You found yourself muttering, “Oh fuck… oh fuck… so-so much cum." But something about its presence in your body fired pleasure centers in your brain. Instincts long since buried said, Submit to this male. This is right, this is natural. You are his.

Flick chuckled and leaned across your back. His long tongue licked your ear, making you shiver before he whispered, “Welcome to island life, hun."

As long as there were animals like Flick around, you doubt you'd ever want any other kind of life.