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Shelter From Reality

Sneaking out of the zone of destruction with Asha in tow was easier than expected, which was a welcome relief as the Lacertan was in worse shape by the time he was pulled out. His tail was pinned beneath a piece of hidden debris and it snapped off like it was made of butter.

Abel almost fainted but Lashar immediately hugged him and whispered, “It’s okay, it’ll grow back. We’re sturdy bastards, you know?”

Still, the Captain needed that tail for proper balance and with his injuries, Abel had to hold him up by the shoulders and walk him out of the area while Lashar swept their tracks away using his rifle as a rake. Taking cover would be slow and dangerous, which made it a relief when no lift-copter was seen soaring over them.

Asha was in such pain that even his stoic, reptilian features couldn’t suppress it. His pointed teeth were gritted together and he often squeezed his eyes tight with a wince. Regulian propaganda made it clear that Lacertans could not feel pain and although Abel already knew that anything he was told about them was clearly bullshit it was still shocking to see.

“Thank you...” Asha rasped, clutching at his chest, “...I would not have blamed you if you left us behind, it would have been smart.”

“Felt I owed you both something.”

“Is that all?” Asha chuckled a bit before coughing. “Agent...isn’t that a human disease?”

“I told you, I failed human studies,” Lashar called back.

“It was named after some city...makes humans defend those that abuse them...better not be contagious...”

“Stockholm Syndrome?” Abel offered. “It’s not a disease, just a psychological disorder.”

“That’s it...you sure you don’t have that?”

“If I do, fuck it,” Abel sighed. It felt good helping them, that’s all that mattered. “You trying to drive me away or something?”

“No, I...” Asha licked the points of his teeth, “...I have trouble with words. What you’re doing for us, it means...I feel...”

“He feels grateful and very moved,” Lashar said flatly though something to his voice made Abel feel he was being totally genuine. “I think he might be falling in love with you, in fact.”

“I love you, Agent!” Asha hissed. Abel’s eyes went wide. It was clear the two Lacertans had some kind of affection after Lashar spent so much time searching for his Captain but to actually hear the big L word being used was shocking. “The human though, he is quite nice as well.”

Abel blushed.

The sun began to set shortly after they reached a shady and dry patch of trees. There was no telling how much longer they would have to stagger before reaching another sufficiently covered area and there was a good chance Regulian patrols would hover around the area; so they decided to stop. Abel and Lashar helped Asha lay down on his side just under a fallen tree, perched against a boulder.

“Let’s have a look,” Lashar knelt down behind Asha and touched the pink stub on his rear, causing Asha to hiss. “It’s growing back fast and on schedule. Should be fully grown by the day we reach the cabin.”

“That fast?” Abel asked.

“Its already gelling over, all thanks to Logos,” Asha hissed.

They had very little in the way of equipment save for the stealth cloaks Lashar and Abel had, the drop-bag that Abel had, and the two Lacertan’s rifles. The junk food provided wouldn’t be enough to sustain them for long.

“Abel,” Lashar tapped Abel on the shoulder and Abel spun around to find the thin Lacertan showing off his firm, scaled chest, having taken off his chest armor and shirt, “we’d like to make a request of you.”

Abel backed up a bit, bumping into a tree trunk while his eyes were transfixed on the white scales on the Lacertan’s chest. Once again, that feeling of vulnerability was here along with a strange sense of...excitement.

A few scenarios ran in Abel’s head, ones that he would normally hate himself for imagining, having grown up exposed to Regulian pornographic fantasies that emphasized human submissiveness. But here, deep in the steppes with a Lacertan he felt a large degree of empathy and even curiosity for, he was free to imagine Lashar pinning him against the tree and running that long tongue across his neck, even if it had lethal venom on it.

It was a shameful thought, Abel knew this, but he felt safe here.

Ignoring Abel’s reddening face and stiffening trousers, Lashar continued, “It might be a bit awkward but it’s cold out here and we can’t start a fire. We wanna have you sleep between us so we can steal your precious exothermic body heat.”

“Yes!” Abel yelped and took his shirt off. Honestly, it felt like a rather warm springtime night to him. “It’s not really that cold out, is it?”

Lashar slipped his arm around Abel’s shoulder and pressed his chest forward while holding Abel’s hand. Abel found his own face moving forward instead of his hand and leaned against the Lacertan’s chest. His scales were cold and smooth, there was something strangely relaxing about feeling them roll against his skin

“We have temperature control in our armor but it has limited energy capacity. We would probably be fine this evening but it is better to be safe than sorry.”

The two walked close together back to Asha.

“It would seem you’re showing signs of arousal,” Lashar suddenly said.

Abel broke away from leaning against the Lacertan’s chest and stammered, red-faced.

“I am flattered and we are both interested, as I’ve said before, but for now...” Lashar looked over at his injured companion, “...I am worried about my beloved Captain. In the future, perhaps…?”

“Sorry, I didn’t mean-”

“You’re cute,” Lashar pinched Abel’s cheek with his claws. “Too bad those kitties got their claws on you first.”

Lashar yawned and laid down on the ground with a small gap between him and Asha. Patting on the dirt, Abel got down on all fours and laid between them.

The two Lacertans sprang on him despite Asha’s injuries and Abel was quickly sandwiched between two hard, scaly chests.

“Humans are so lovely...” Asha whispered, grinding his chest against Abel’s face, “...thank you, Abel, for doing this.”

“It means a lot to us,” Lashar’s thigh rubbed up along Abel’s rear, “sharing warmth is a sign of trust among the Lacertans. It is not inherently an act of lust.”

Lashar’s palm ran along the outline of Abel’s crotch. Abel’s heart jolted as his stiffed shaft was teased.

“Neither is it specifically excluded though...”

The two Lacertans settled down, having found a comfortable position enveloping Abel and Abel finally saw fit to adjust his own posture, wrapping one arm around Asha’s neck and another over Lashar’s shoulder and down the length of his back.

It was hardly ideal, sleeping on the hard dirt and pinned together by two powerful Lacertans, but Abel could not deny being their personal heater was touching. He felt desired even if purely as a utility, but there was more to it.

Abel wanted to experiment with the Lacertans.

Lashar had made it clear they only have so long to live, but that was true of all living beings. Why should Abel let the whims of Regulian policy dictate who he’s allowed to lust after?

To hell with them! And to hell with any rebel who says it’s a weakness! I’ll square off with anyone who says I’m not a proud Earthling and show them whats what. I’m for freedom, real freedom, always have been.

The air was thick and moist with mosquitoes under the midday sun when a tiny pinprick on the horizon finally turned into a blue cabin that was getting closer and closer.

“That the one?” Abel pointed and looked over at Lashar.

“Yeah,” Lashar hissed and shouldered his rifle. “Was abandoned last time I checked but who fucking knows now. Surrounded by swamp, weeds, and Omnidevourers, who wouldn’t want to return to this pristine vacation spot?”

“Looks nice to me, Agent,” Asha shrugged with his right shoulder. His left arm was wrapped around Abel’s waist for support that he most likely did not need anymore, for a brand new pink, fleshy tail was sticking out of his trousers with only a few inches left before it reached its original length, lacking any of Asha’s brilliant green scales so far. “Nice and quiet. No one to bother us.”

“Captain, Captain!” Lashar spun around and waved his arms to the side. “You’re talking like a Regulian, wanting some isolated manor with an army of slaves! We’re proud Lacertans, content with the austere luxury of our efficient apartments with rooms just big enough for us to stretch out!”

“I’ve never been a Regulian,” Asha tightened his grip on Abel’s waist as they stepped over a small sinkhole in the dirt. “Agent, haven’t you been ranting all about wanting to experience as much as you can before you die?”

“Slap a pelt on me and hook me up with the nearest slave market, we’ve got lots of living to do!”

“We got a human right here,” Asha’s hand slipped down to Abel’s rear, “he can-”

“No.”

Abel’s refusal made the entire group stop cold in their path. Both of the Lacertans were staring at the human with inscrutable expressions.

“Abel,” Asha released his grip on Abel’s rear and stood on his own two legs, “I didn’t mean to...”

When Asha trailed off, Abel took the chance to speak, “I know, but there are some things off-limits. What the Regulians have done to us is something that I don’t want to joke about.”

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay, you didn’t know.”

Stilted though the Lacertans were with their logic, Abel found that the two he was quite fond of were more empathetic than many aliens and humans. It would be a cold day in hell when the average Regulian would simply apologize for a mistake like that without turning it into some kind of posturing match.

Perhaps it was entirely due to their separation from Logos that made them that way, but it didn’t matter. Whatever the circumstances were, they were their own individuals.

The dacha wouldn’t have looked out of place in a suburb. It was a bit of an oddity seeing it in the middle of nowhere with its faded picket fence and wooden panels on its walls with chipped blue paint. There was a lawn, very out of place in the steppes, but its grass had somehow grown wild and thrived without human care and now reached up to Abel’s knees.

Whoever had this as their vacation home likely never returned since the invasion. This little blue piece of antiquity seemed lonely out here with no one to visit it.

Lashar creaked open the front door and motioned everyone inside. Despite the age, the inside of the building was in remarkable condition, despite the dust. Hardwood floors, solid walls, and a pantry stocked full of old canned goods and liquor bottles sitting behind a bar counter.

“Well, now!” Abel walked over to a shelf and picked up a bottle of Scotch that declared itself to be aged thirty years. There was no telling how much older it was now but it was guaranteed to be a good year. “Looks like the owner here had good taste! You guys able to drink alcohol?”

“Logos considers ingesting of recreational drugs to be counter-productive to society and instead administers chemicals directly into our brain to increase endorphins without sacrificing productivity,” Asha explained.

“But he’s not around!” Lasha banged his fist on a counter. “Pour me one!”

Asha shrugged and tapped his finger on the counter.

A small twinge caught Abel’s stomach, another moment of doubt as he realized he was serving two aliens. He pushed those thoughts aside, remembering that when Yin was indisposed that Regnath would be a good host and serve his guests with no anxiety. Abel was not a slave here, he was a host and there was no sign from the Lacertans that they were treating him unfairly at all.

Abel found three tin shot glasses, oddly rustic for a bar with premium liquor, and filled them up. The whiskey smelled of peat and oak, along with a few notes of chocolate.

“Cheers!” Abel exclaimed and tossed back his shot.

Asha tilted his head back and poured it down his gullet without hesitation while Lashar shakily lifted it above his head, spilling a few drops, before imitating his superior.

“Haven’t had alcohol since Peace Station,” Asha sighed and leaned his arm on the counter. The Lacertan seemed to almost grin, exposing his teeth at the side of his muzzle. “Good times.”

“Peace Station?” Abel asked. “That was the diplomatic station that the Regulians and Lacertans had joint ownership of, right?”

“Surprised the kitties let you know about that,” Lashar chuckled. “Kinda puts their whole propaganda in question about us all being brainless drones, don’t it?”

“I learned it from an Equuleian, actually.”

“Guess Logos was wrong about the Regulians mind-wiping every slave they get.”

Abel’s chest felt heavy. Memories of the deaths his leaked information caused came into view, the end result of mind-wiping a massive group of people and them learning contradictory knowledge of their life.

“I’m sure they would...” Abel swallowed, “...if they perfected the technology.”

Lashar blinked, “We’ll uh, we’ll spare you any more sermons and propaganda tonight, okay? Lets just relax and have a good time, we escaped certain death!”

“Not all of us,” Asha grumbled.

Lashar picked up the bottle and refilled everyone’s cups, “To Taas...is that how you humans honor someone?”

Abel nodded, “To Taas!”

“May he be one with Logos,” Asha offered.

Abel gulped back his shot. He had nothing but unpleasant experiences with Taas but it felt wrong to air grievances about someone who was clearly not well in the only days he knew him, if only to spare the feelings of the others.

“How are you enjoying the...” Abel looked down at the empty cup between his fingers. “Fuck me, we’re wasting good scotch shooting it down. Come on, lets sip from now one!”

Another round was poured and Abel took a sip while the two Lacertans darted their forked tongues into the whiskey. It was fine scotch indeed, definitely not for everyone, but for a peat-lover it was perfect.

The setting sun seeped in through a side-window and the two Lacertans scales, one emerald and the other obsidian, glittered in the dying light. There was no denying it, they were both intensely handsome in their own way.

Lashar was slim and graceful, despite his jocular nature. He could make eating a bag of chips look exotic with his intense, black scales.

Asha was more rough, that was for sure. His snout was broader, more like an alligator, and the two horns jetting out from his head made him savagely attractive.

“Captain, could I ask you a favor?” Lashar spoke suddenly, breaking Abel out of his trance. “Could you build a fire? I have something to ask Abel.”

“Giving orders to your superior now?” Asha’s nostrils flared. “Very well.”

Turning around in a huff, Asha rubbed his newly-grown tail against Lashar’s hip and began scooping up some firewood that was resting in a metal tray next to the cast-iron fireplace.

“So...” Lashar leaned in forward, tongue running along his lips, “...be honest. Who are you attracted to more?”

“Who said anything about that?” Abel quickly took a sip from his cup to hide his reddening face.

“I may have flunked human studies but I can smell pheromones in the room,” Lasha ran his claw along the rim of his cup. “That and you rubbed your cheeks against my chest and sported an erection last night, that’s pretty universal body language across the galaxy.”

“Fuck, uh...” Abel trailed off.

“Look, I said before that if you don’t want to do anything together, just say so, but I can tell you’re getting more curious and we’re gonna need to clear the air before your hormones go berserk. I’ve already told you how I feel and the Captain as well, but-”

“I think I like both of you.”

The words slipped out of Abel’s mouth and he instantly regretted them. Both of them? What a selfish, greedy, idiotic thing to say! And worst of all, it made Abel feel like a Regulian lord demanding more concubines.

“Okay?” Lashar blinked.

“Sorry,” Abel cringed. “That was stupid of me. Fuck, I’m an id-”

“Why?” Lashar blinked again. “It’s not a big deal. We’re both attracted to you so this works out for all of us.”

“You’re...” Abel swallowed, “...it’s not weird?”

“What’s weird is you getting all flustered and nervous!” Lashar laughed and dipped his tongue into his glass. “It’s cute though!”

“Cute, huh?”

An orange glow filled the room and Asha shut the metal gate on the fireplace.

“Captain,” Lashar waved as Asha leaned on the counter, “Abel here has confessed his attraction to us.”

“Wanna fuck now?” Asha asked flatly.

“Cap-!”

“Okay,” Abel said, interrupting Lashar.

“Both of you!” Lashar rubbed his brow. “Lets ease into this, okay? Lets have a nice evening by the fireplace, talk a bit, maybe explore?”

Having broken past his self-consciousness, Abel was more than eager to experiment but didn’t want to impose on Lashar. Besides, who wouldn’t want to snuggle again with the Regulian’s greatest foe?

Abel followed Asha and collapsed on a bear-skin rug by the fire while Lashar went to the sink and began spitting into the basin, followed by rinsing with water.

“What’s he doing?” Abel asked.

“Draining his venom sacs,” Asha effortless took off his chest armor and was quickly working on his trousers. “For your safety.”

“You’re not going to drain yours?” Abel asked as he slipped off his shirt and felt the warmth of the fire caress him.

“The night is still young and we might still have a use for mine yet.”

Thud-thud. Asha’s two boots landed on the other side of the room and he peeled away his trousers. Once again, Abel found himself drawn to the numerous pale scars running along his green chest-scales and began tracing one with his finger while Asha’s claws hooked around Abel’s pant waist and pulled them away, exposing Abel entirely.

A cold chill ran along Abel’s balls as Asha cupped them in his palm.

“External testicles and scrotum,” Asha clicked his tongue. “No wonder humans are so considered so sexy.”

Looking down at the slit between Asha’s thighs, Abel ran his finger along the rim of it.

“How does...” Abel whispered, wrinkling his brow, “...how do I?”

“Just go ahead and put your fingers in.”

Gently, Abel parted the slit and stuck his index finger and thumb inside a slick tunnel. It took a few moments of exploration but Abel eventually felt something soft and Asha jolted with a moan.

“Good job,” Asha purred as he rolled his smooth palm along Abel’s balls and cock.

“Starting without me?” Abel turned just as Lashar plopped down on all fours and crawled towards the human. “How naughty...”

Asha held Abel in place, not that Abel wished to flee, as Lashar slowly crawled closer, tongue darting in the air. His snout drew close enough for his tongue to flick Abel on the cheek and lips before Lashar brought the tip of his nose to Abel’s own nose and slowly nuzzled.

“That’s how we Lacertans kiss,” Asha explained.

Reaching forward, Abel cupped Lashar’s head from behind and pressed his lips up against his mouth. Lashar opened his mouth as he felt Abel’s tongue pushing against him and Abel pushed past Lashar’s dagger-like teeth and carefully ran it along his tongue and the roof of his mouth.

Meanwhile, Asha was licking Abel’s shoulders which forced Abel to moan as venomous drool left an intense feeling running along his skin, like his skin was about to orgasm.

“God, that feels so good!” Abel turned and rubbing Asha’s chin. “Kiss me.”

“If you ingest his venom, you’re not going to be able to consent to anything,” Lashar gently tugged on Abel’s hair. “It was made to seduce and psychologically torment interrogation victims, it’s not a sex toy.”

“But you’ve used it before? You kept saying how it would rock my world.”

“It’s fun but that’s advanced Lacertan erotic exercises. You haven’t even felt my cock yet.”

Running a finger down Lashar’s pale, smooth belly, Abel found his slit and penetrated its defenses like an expert. However, after probing the corridor within him, Abel did not find the same treasure lurking within.

“Where the hell…?” Abel whispered.

“Oh, fuck me, I forgot!” Lashar slapped his forehead. “Logos changed my genitals after last year’s population audit, he needed more egg-layers, so...”

“You’re female?” Abel asked, still playing around with the inside of Lashar’s slit.

“Lacertans don’t really care about such things. Some are more attached to their first genitals but in the end we all accept that we’re all clay for Logos to mold first and foremost. Some of us do care a bit though, I mean, we’re not a collective.”

“What about you? Do you have a preference?”

“Nope. I mean, if you made me choose, I’d say I’m male, but I really don’t care.”

Abel removed his fingers and laid back on the rug.

“You’re so different from humans.”

Lashar snuggling up next to Abel, “And you’re so different from us.”

“I guess so,” Abel laughed.

“Wanna see a neat trick?”

“Sure.”

Without warning, Asha grabbed Abel’s erect cock and slowly lowered his muzzle towards it. Drool dripped from his lips and the occasional drop that landed on Abel’s cock was enough to make it throb.

“Fuuuuck…!” Abel moaned.

Asha’s mouth opened, looking very much like a hungry alligator. His tongue lolled out, running along Abel’s shaft and instantly Abel’s cock rumbled like a volcano and spurted.

“Holy shit!” Abel dug his fingers into the rug as cum splattered across his chest.

Asha crawled up to Abel’s side and laid down, just as they had done before in the wilderness.

“Eros-3 implants don’t fuck around,” Lashar ran a claw gently across Abel’s naked chest. “If you swallowed any of that venom you’d be on all fours lifting your invisible tail for us all.”

“So you told me not to kiss him for my safety?”

“First thing that would happen after it wore off is that you’d think we’d have taken advantage of you,” Asha exhaled heavily across Abel’s neck. “And you wouldn’t necessarily be wrong.

Abel leaned forward and kissed Lashar on the lips before turning around and kissing Asha on his head, far away from his mouth or any place his tongue could reach.

“You’re both sweet, in a protective sort of way,” Abel laughed as the two Lacertans hugged him. “Why can’t every invader be this nice?”

Evening came and the Lacertans drifted off to sleep while Abel’s thoughts kept him awake. Come tomorrow, he’d have to continue on to the town and back to his mission.

There was no way this fantasy would last forever.

Reality was coming home to roost.

But for now, Abel wanted to keep this going as long as he could and stayed away, feeling every scale, every claw, every horn on his newfound lover’s bodies.

For any day now, they might be gone.