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“...Really, Sharla? This is what we’re reducing ourselves to?”

Sharla stuck her tongue out at the derisive remark. “What’s the matter? The esteemed Winford Nightengale scared of some lizards?”

“Fear has nothing to do with this. Aren’t there more important things to look into than these...ridiculous types of stories?”

“Sure, but no one’s watching us for those anymore. Local news is about local stories, all the big headlines go to the internet and the awful cable news channels that just don’t shut up. We’re all about local news, human interest, and the peculiar. I think this qualifies under that last one.”

Winford sighed, facepalming. He didn’t want to admit it, but Sharla had a point...most of what he was doing these days was along those lines. Though he avoided the peculiar for the most part, he didn’t think it was useful to report on silly things, he wanted to inform and enlighten and that didn’t really accomplish that goal. Sharla Meeks, however, always seemed to have a penchant for that kind of thing, and it did seem to make her popular. And ratings were always an issue that the higher-ups were trying to push.

Being a news reporter wasn’t exactly turning out to be glamorous for either of them. Local news didn’t pay that much, and there was a fair bit of stress that came with it. Having friends and allies was imperative, enough that despite being rivals on different channels, Winford and Sharla had a pretty close professional relationship. He had worked with her off the clock on several projects, and it was clear she wanted the same thing here…

“Come on, it’s worth at least looking into, don’t you think? And there might be something interesting behind it!”

“It’s just an urban legend, though. Sewer gators aren’t really a thing, unless you live down in the swampier states. What’re we going to be chasing after?”

“A story! Even if we don’t find any, we can explore the origins of the myths and talk to people who’ve heard about it, and maybe do some research on what could actually happen...there’s a lot you can do if you use your imagination! I don’t actually expect to find anything, but maybe it’s possible!”

“And you’re not worried about running into any sort of danger?”

Sharla just gave Winford a look. “Win. I’m a black woman in the big city. I’m in more danger walking down the street at night. Even if there IS something down there.”

“You do have a point there.” Winford sighed. “All right, I’m in, but don’t tell anyone that I was with you on this, all right? I’ll never hear the end of it, with as much as I’ve talked about avoiding oogie-boogie stuff.”

“Urban legends aren’t oogie-boogie. It’s not like I’m talking about pyramid power or some silly thing like that. These stories are almost never really true, but they have origins in truth, and that’s what I’m after! And besides, at the end at least I can assure them that there are no gators down there...or if there are, wake them up to the issue!”

“I’m...gonna be going down into the sewers, aren’t I?”

“Well, what kind of reporters would we be if we didn’t get all the way into the depths of a story? Don’t worry, there’s only a few sewer points that are actually accessible, most of them are too small for a person to get through. There’s just certain points where they’re a bit larger, usually where there’s a larger waste mass and potential for clogging. I’ve gotten permission to go down into a couple of those areas to look around, and when I do, I can point out what kind of problems gators would have living down there.”

Winford scratched his head a bit. “Hm...I...suppose that would be informative. In a way.”

“Exactly! So stop worrying. Let’s just go take a look and see what we’ve got!”

———

Agreeing to it was turning out to be the easy part. Coming face to face with the actual sewer entrance, though, was definitely giving Winford pause.

It wasn’t a manhole at this location, instead being more like a trapdoor in the street that opened up to a set of stairs, undoubtedly a maintenance entrance. Not that that helped much - it looked cramped, it smelled less than pleasant, and there was very little natural light in play...it was really hitting him that a sewer was going to be like a sewer. Which sounded like an odd realization, but most people didn’t have personal experience with sewers, so really getting the reality of it was tougher than it seemed. “Are we...supposed to be here?” he asked Sharla tentatively, his renewed reluctance hardly a secret on his voice.

Sharla seemed undeterred herself, though a tad more subdued than she had been at the outset. “It’s fine. I got permission from a friend who works for the city. So long as we don’t try to do anything funny, but we’re just here to look around.”

“If you say so...I don’t envy anyone with a job like that. Even this is better. Still feel like I’m gonna catch something down there…”

“We’ll be fine. We’re coming prepared, aren’t we?” Indeed, Sharla had been good about that - gloves, masks, flashlights, and solid clothing, all intended to make sure that exposure to anything noxious was limited. “Still, I don’t think I’m keen on spending too long down here...in and out might be best, as soon as we’ve gotten a good look and some footage. Pity I couldn’t bribe a cameraman to follow us down.”

“I don’t blame any of them. Well...let’s get it over with.”

Sharla was first down, with Winford close behind. The dank, stagnant scent got much stronger as they went down, unable to be blocked out by the masks, though that at least kept their own air a bit more filtered. Flashlights went on almost immediately, but it was a careful juggling act to make sure they had a good footing, the surfaces a bit slicker than they looked. It felt longer than it was before they reached the bottom, only about fifteen feet down, but it felt further for as dark and cool as it was.

“Well...not all that much to see, is there?” Sharla remarked, almost sounding a bit disappointed. The area they were in was a bit more open than Winford expected, but still not much - it was like a semi-large room with a small walkway along the walls, and a few gaps in the walls where sewage was splashing through. The openings were maybe two or three feet wide at the most, and clearly not accessible to anyone. They weren’t going to be going far, a reality which didn’t exactly disappoint Winford too greatly.

“Not much to see at all, even with the light.” He shone it around a bit, looking for anything unusual, not expecting anything and his expectations not being exceeded. There was slime and muck, but no other real signs of life anywhere, at least not above the microbial level. “I shudder to think how mean any alligator would be who could survive down here. They’d have to be constantly starving…”

“Yeah, I don’t imagine they’d get much food at all, and what they would get is pretty terrible. I doubt any creature would find this place habitable. Although, the width of the openings, they could theoretically fit through...I guess that’s more than I thought I’d get. I wonder if any ever got flushed down here, and how long they lasted if they did?”

“Seems doubtful that that would have happened...I have a hard time imagining anyone has any pet alligators around here. Hah...well, at least I can say I saw the inside of a sewer, kind of.”

“Right. I don’t think we’re going to actually find anything...at least I’ll be able to say that theoretically they could fit down here, though I doubt they’d last long anyway. You want to head back up?”

“Yeah, let’s-” Winford’s mouth snapped shut and he did a double take as his flashlight passed over something dark. By the time he got back to it, the figure had disappeared, but there was a telltale splash. “Holy shit!”

“What? What was that?”

“Did you see it?”

“Only a glance, couldn’t make anything out...it looked huge, though! That could only have been part of it for it to go down so quickly! Dammit, and I didn’t have my camera pointed there...we’ve got to check this out further!”

For once, Winford was fully behind that - this had the potential to be a story that would make the smell worth it. “Do you have anything? I might try to probe around a bit and see if I can draw it out!”

“Uhm...I’ll have to check. Poking things wasn’t on my agenda here...I don’t think so. But we know something’s down here, maybe we should come back with a full crew and some people who’re more familiar with the territory, if there’s really something down here we’re going to want a lot of backup!”

“Both channels?”

“Hell yeah! This is definitely big enough of a story for both of ours! Heck, this could launch us way further up the ladder! If we’re the ones to break this-”

Sharla’s comment never finished, as a mighty splash rose from the water, making both of them stagger away. Before either could react further, an enormous figure descended on Sharla, her cry cut off as it came over her, knocking her flashlight out of her hand. Winford only got a brief glimpse of it before his own flashlight slipped out of his hand, and before he had a chance to either retrieve it or try to help, something big wrapped around him and went for his face, tearing the mask away and clamping down around his mouth and nose. He struggled as hard as he could, but could not free himself, and slowly faded into unconsciousness, his last thought that the shape of the thing covering his mouth and nose seemed far too familiar…

———

Slowly, hazy eyes opened and came back into focus. It took a good bit for either Sharla or Winford to make sense of anything after their sudden attack, waking up in someplace completely unfamiliar - a dimly-lit, stone room, with somewhat ratty fabric of some kind underneath where they were laying.

“What...happened?” Winford rubbed his head, feeling a bit of a headache coming into his awareness. “Sharla?”

“Ugh...something...came at me…” Their heads turned towards each other, and immediately a flush came into both of their faces - neither one of them was wearing a stitch of clothing. As if the situation needed to be any more confusing to either of them…

“S-sorry...didn’t know you were...uhm…”

“Me neither. The hell’s going on?”

“I have no idea. It certainly wasn’t my idea.”

“Well, yeah, you’re about the last guy I’d expect to pull a stunt like that. But seriously...why knock us out and take our clothes?”

Before Winford could respond with even the basest speculation, a deep, rumbling voice rang out. “Your clothes are being attended to.”

Both reporters sat up in alarm, eyes darting the direction of the voice, and what they saw nearly knocked them out again. Sitting on what looked like crates at the far end of the room near the door were not one, but TWO mighty figures, each one at least eight feet tall, sitting upright like a human but with unmistakably reptilian features, including a very characteristic long jaw.

“H-holy shit…” Sharla’s voice trembled badly. “Sewer gators!”

The gator on the right nodded. “Indeed, that is what we are.”

“What? But...wait. What? That’s not...there’s never been any rumors about...something like THIS,” Winford nattered in disbelief. “Sewer gators are...they’re animals, not...something like you.”

“We know,” replied the other gator, his voice slightly croakier than his compatriot’s. The light was dim, but enough to tell that he was a somewhat lighter color than the other in the room. “And we rather hope it stays that way. Allow us to introduce ourselves...my name is Gravell, and my friend here is Kanton. Unlike you, we only have one.”

“This is insane. Am I dreaming? Am I drowning and just having dying fantasies?”

“Forgive me for this, but I’m very glad to see your disbelief,” Kanton remarked. “It means that we’re still unknown outside of our circle...that’s the best case for us. I’m sorry about what happened back in the sewers, but...we couldn’t risk that kind of attention. The number of people coming around, something might have been found, and years of keeping our secrets would have likely ended very badly.”

Sharla did a double take. “Years? You’re telling me you’ve been down here without anyone knowing for years?”

“Not no one. There is a...small circle of humans aware of our existence, who are sworn to secrecy.” Kanton looked over at Gravell. “It’s...what? Maybe seventy at this point?”

“Something like that,” confirmed Gravell. “I think two more were brought in earlier this year, when the new den was built.”

“Ah, right. We haven’t had any unexpected encounters in a few years, though-”

“Hold up!” Sharla cut in sharply. “New den? Are you telling me there’s more of you down here?”

Gravell nodded earnestly. “Of course. At this point...I think we’re somewhere between three hundred and three fifty. We’re closing in on our new target of five hundred, but we’ve been having to make new spaces for them.”

“Th-three...hundred…” The waver in Winston’s voice suggested he was close to passing out again. “H-how? That’s...how can that be possible? Where...where did you...even come from?” It was a great strain to keep from saying ‘you things’ - even in the chaos tunneling through his mind, he had the sense to realize that insulting creatures who could snap him in half easily was a bad idea when he was presumably locked in with them.

“We don’t really know,” Kanton admitted. “We’ve heard plenty of stories - nuclear waste, mutagenic drugs, exposure to human waste altering our make-up...but the truth is, our kind have been down here for at least seventy years, and only in the last thirty have we actually been given the tools to learn how to communicate and record our lives by the earliest humans to discover our existence. So what happened long ago is a mystery even to us, and may remain that way forever.”

“Honestly, at this point, we’re more concerned with our present,” added Gravell. “Ensuring we aren’t exposed, building up our numbers so that we can keep a stable population, shoring up our infrastructure so we can keep ourselves fed and sheltered...there’s a lot that has to come before investigating our origins.”

“This is crazy...you’re telling me you have a...a stable, functioning hidden society down here in the sewers and have for at least the last three decades, if not the last seven?” Sharla seemed to have shaken off the numb shock more quickly than Winford had, her voice had that inquisitive tone that he’d heard a lot from her. “And you’ve built this...place, and others like it, down in the sewers and no one’s found out about it, except for a very small number of people?”

“We’re not exactly in the sewers...we’re below them. However, we are connected to the sewer network, that is our primary means of traveling between dens. We do have dry passages for the humans who come down, but they are extremely well hidden and not all of them are actually accessible from the sewers. You’re fortunate that the one we used was...I don’t know if you would have lasted going the wet path.”

“No shit! I can’t hold my breath that long even if I’m trying to...so we’re you’re prisoners now? Is that why we’re naked?”

“Your clothes, as I said, are being attended to,” Kanton said, not seeming at all perturbed by the accusation. “The ‘dry passage’ still required some travel through a...less than dry area to get to. Both your bodies and your clothing required cleaning after that kind of exposure. It will probably take some time before your clothing is ready, things do not dry especially quickly down here.”

Now that Winford was starting to adjust, he was indeed noticing that his hair was damp, and there was a slight smell of scented soap over him. Also noticeable was the lack of sewer stink...it wasn’t completely gone but much more subdued than before he had fallen unconscious. They’re being honest with us...is that a good thing or a bad thing? They’re intent on keeping a secret, that means we could be in trouble if they think we’ll expose them...and holy hell, this would be a bombshell of a story, I don’t blame them for being untrusting. “So...I’m going to guess that you’re not keen on letting us go?”

“That depends.” Kanton’s voice took a very serious tone. “We...need secrecy. The number of humans that know about us is barely larger than the number we absolutely need. They are in positions that can provide us with things we need to survive - food, clean water, construction materials, other things for our education and betterment. We doubt very much that, of the millions of humans that live above us, there are more than a handful more who would be so accepting as the few that we have accepted into our circle...we know how our appearance will be perceived. And even at our target numbers, we would be vastly outnumbered...there is no way we would survive, they would destroy us. We don’t want to keep prisoners down here, but if the alternative was the destruction of the lives we’ve been trying to cultivate for the last seventy years…”

“So you’d need our assurance that we wouldn’t reveal you to the world,” Sharla finished. “I suppose just our word isn’t enough.”

“Even if it was, we heard enough to know you’re reporters,” Gravell responded. “You are in a uniquely dangerous position to reveal us. A couple of our fellows have already said that we shouldn’t let you leave at all, that we couldn’t trust you to keep our secret. However, I believe you can gain their trust...but it will not happen instantly. I think you will need to remain here for a time in order to be trusted...perhaps a few days will be enough, if you can demonstrate your honesty.”

“A few days...that alone feels like it could be a long time,” Winford said. “Someone will come looking for us unless we get a message out there that they shouldn’t.”

“That can be arranged. We can have one of our contacts send a message to someone.”

“I suppose we could claim a family emergency of some sort,” Sharla sighed. “This...what would this trust-gaining entail?”

Kanton bowed his head. “Those we can trust number few, but we consider them part of us. It would entail being inducted into our society, bonding with us, coming to understand who and what we are. Ordinarily it could be faster, but again, your position places you in a unique situation that makes a strong trust even more vital. It isn’t...well, a formal initiation, but our own way of trying to get you to see yourselves as part of us, and dedicated to preserving our safety and security.”

“...I think I get it. By becoming a part of sewer gator society...never thought I’d be putting THOSE words together...we would feel like we had a part to play in keeping it safe.” Sharla shook her head, a bit of a smile finally shining through. “I don’t know who’s been teaching you guys, but they’ve done a hell of a job. I don’t suppose we have much choice in the matter, so you might as well tell us what that means.”

“It’s...not complicated,” replied Gravell, showing just a hint of apprehension. “And it’s not trust one-way, either...it’s a mutual trust. We cannot trust you if you cannot trust us, so it involves a period of physical and mental bonding that shows that we will not harm you and provides a connection between us. Merely being present and observing us, and us observing you, will help, but actively engaging…”

Winford had heard enough people talking that way to know when someone was dancing around an issue. “You’re talking about sex, aren’t you?” Sharla’s head whipped around at him, eyes wide, but he maintained his composure.

“...Well, I’m glad there’s one person we don’t have to break it delicately to,” Kanton replied with a clear hint of amusement and relief. “Make no mistake, it is not meant to be crude, though I know it comes off that way. But it is a tradition from the time the first human made contact with us...although at that time it was the human taking the initiative. We don’t ask this lightly, we know it carries a lot of meaning aboveground…but, it’s because it carries so much meaning that it’s effective at building trust. And there are few demonstrations of trust greater than the allowance of one into the most intimate and vulnerable parts of the body, and on our end, to act in such a way that this exposure does you no harm or discomfort is our charge to prove that you can trust us. If you aren’t willing to do this, it is not our place to force it upon you, but I fear that the likelihood of a trust gap will be…quite a bit greater.”

Winford nodded. “I’m not the kind of person who likes having his integrity questioned. Or the kind of person who’s willing to ruin lives to gain a story. I’ll do whatever it requires to prove myself.”

“Win?!” Sharla was agape in disbelief. “You’re...you’re really going along with this?”

With a slightly cheeky grin, Winford gave Sharla a sidelong glance. “What’s the matter, Sharla? Scared of some lizards?”

It took a moment for it to click with her, and when it did she scowled at him. “You ass.” She turned back to Gravell and Kanton, folding her arms resolutely. “All right. This is going to be very, very weird, but if this is how we prove ourselves, then I’ll go with it.”

“Very glad to hear that.” Gravell seemed to visibly relax. “I was a bit concerned, really...it’s not often we get contact with humans we don’t have any idea about. And we know how an idea like that is going to be received...but it’s important to us, we don’t have many other ways of really showing that level of trust. We’ve been working hard, but humans are still well above us in knowledge and experience with minds like these...it’s hard to be sure that we’re not being played. The body, though, is much easier to understand.”

“And bodies like yours, a human HAS to trust you to let you near them,” observed Winford. The two gators were definitely imposing - so much taller in height, and though they weren’t exactly muscular in the way a human would be, there was the clear sense of animal power still in their forms, broad limbs and torso that looked like they were built to take on tanks. And that was all before the reality of the feral weapons in their claws and fangs and tail. Perhaps it would have gone over a lot worse if Winford hadn’t had quite a few well-kept secrets of his own in the form of tantalizing images along those lines; somehow, revealing that felt a whole lot more difficult than coming out as gay several years back.

“Very much so. We’re very aware of how our size and appearance can be...daunting. And we’re not even the largest among us, some of them even intimidate us. We try to be aware of these things...it’s important for us especially, as we’re considered the ambassadors of our kind. The ones to introduce others to our culture and being the initiation process...we have to be very careful and concerned for your feelings. I promise you we will not do anything to harm you in these acts, and introduce you as gently as possible.”

“I’ll take you at your word for that. Nothing to do but get to it, then, right?”

Gravell smiled a bit - not a very toothy smile, almost deliberately the opposite, but distinct nonetheless - as he stood up and approached Winston. “It’s a rare thing for one to be so amenable to this...I appreciate that more than you would know. I hope it continues to be, but let me know if anything bothers you.”

Kanton was also on the move, slowly advancing towards Sharla, who still didn’t feel overly comfortable with all this. This massive gator was way unlike anything she had ever even considered allowing intimate contact...the situation itself was bizarre enough, but who was involved wasn’t helping. The gator seemed to notice this, and his expression became more serious. “Do I make you uncomfortable, miss Sharla?”

“This whole thing makes me uncomfortable,” she replied, a touch more sharply than intended. “No way I woke up this morning thinking anything like this was ever gonna happen in my life, it’s gonna take a bit for me to get used to any of this.”

Kanton bowed his head. “If you don’t feel at ease with this, then I wouldn’t dare do anything to make it worse for you. Trust is a mutual thing...imposing on you when you don’t feel like you’re comfortable would only widen these rifts, and that would only put us in greater danger. Only you should decide whether you’re willing to do this, and you need only say the word and I will stand down.”

The weight in Kanton’s voice hit Sharla harder than she expected...suddenly she was feeling rather like a heel. No, she hadn’t asked for any of this, that was no less true, but...neither had they, had they? They’d only acted to protect themselves and their kin, from a threat of exposure that she’d posed to them...she was in a position where she could, very easily, get them all lynched. Nervous as she was of them, they were probably far more terrified of her...and yet, here was this eight-foot beast still treating her with more respect than probably any of her last five boyfriends. If they could have that level of dignity faced with uncertainty, then she knew she should be able to as well...which didn’t completely erase the discomfort, because, still, she was staring down a freaking alligator man. Maybe she needed to focus her mind on the man part a bit more…

“It’s...it’s fine. I said I would do this, and I meant it. It’s just...going to take a bit to really just get used to it all...this is all just kind of mind-blowing.”

“I understand,” Kanton replied evenly. “It is asking a lot of you. You can of course put an end to it at any time if it proves to be beyond acceptable to you. I’m bound by honor and our codes to respect that, and Gravell would enforce it in an instant if I failed to do so myself.”

“I hope I don’t have to test that.” Sharla took a deep breath, then let it out as she stepped forward. “Let’s see how you put me at ease, then.”

Gravell was having no such issue with Winford. The two were getting rather touchy with each other, and not just with their hands as their bodies rubbed together to some degree as well. It was unlike anything Winston had ever experienced and yet he was already loving it more than anything else. His hands explored over that rugged body, tough muscles firm against his fingertips. The scaly skin was tough yet smooth, and coated with a thin sheen of something - definitely not slimy, it was slicker and didn’t quite rub off so readily.

“Our bodies are, mm, adapted to our environment, to some level,” Gravell rumbled, his own hands rubbing against the human’s skin; Winford could feel thick claws and scaly hands stroking him carefully, very cautious to avoid any accidental damage. “We secrete something that protects us from the unsanitary nature of the water we travel in. Although we also wash regularly, we are able to remain fairly clean and free from disease even when we cannot.”

“I imagine that’s pretty necessary, when you have to spend so much time in a place like that. It feels pretty nice, too.”

“From what we’re told, it’s got an appealing texture for many humans. It’s also quite accommodating for certain activities that are best done with lubricant...it’s very slick.” Gravell let out almost a purring growl as Winford rubbed his stomach, gradually drawing down lower. “You’re very adventurous, mister Winford, a rarity among our rare guests...might I be so bold as to venture that your tastes might include something like us?”

“Guilty as charged...not that I ever imagined truly getting a chance at that. I don’t suppose you get a lot of that.”

“Quite so...but it’s not unheard of. After all, the origin of our, ah, initiation had to come from somewhere...it was not something that our kind suggested. When they do, though, it has usually been easier to get them integrated as part of our culture...I suppose that’s natural if we’re appealing to you.”

Winford grinned. “Yeah, I can see how that might help. Makes it less awkward to get to this sort of thing as well.” His teasing fingers dipped down into Gravell’s slit, two of them pushing inside gently and rubbing at the sensitive flesh within, getting a lustful hiss out of the gator. “Oh, I see someone likes that.”

“Rrrr, very much so. If I may be allowed to return the favor…” Gravell rubbed his own fingers against his slit for a second, collecting some of the fluids down there, and then reached back to probe at Winford’s anus. The human tensed up momentarily by reflex, before relaxing himself and allowing a thick, scaly finger into him. His experience with other men was limited, but he had a few toys he used regularly, so he was used so something going into him…though, the claw on the finger was a bit unnerving, but Gravell was being very careful and the presence felt hard in him, not sharp. There was a tingling sensation in his rear that was definitely unexpected, though…

Over on the other side, Kanton was working to put Sharla at ease. He’d gotten two fingers working in and out of her pussy, well-lubed with his own fluids, making her moan as his thumb rubbed over her clitoris. She was leaning into him, experimenting with her own fingers around that slit, finding it much less natural to work with than Winford seemed to. Of course, she now had an explanation for that, one she never would have suspected. Never woulda taken him for THAT kind of kinky…

“How are you feeling, miss Sharla?” Kanton’s voice brought her back to her own focus, his fingers pulling out briefly to scoop more of his fluids up. Winford could wait, she was in the arms of her own large scaly beast.

“Still weird…but you’re doing a good job.” She took a sharp breath in as those fingers returned, pushing in and leaving that tingle inside her, one she didn’t totally understand but it felt good, prickly but gentle. “Ah, that’s got…a weird feeling to it…”

“It is most noticeable during the first experience…I have heard from others that they do not feel it as much after that. I do believe there’s a reason for it…mph. As pleasant as they are, I’m afraid I will have to ask you to remove your fingers, miss Sharla. And…be ready.”

Be ready? Sharla didn’t know what to think about that when she pulled her hand away from Kanton…and by the time she found out what he meant, there was no chance TO be ready. She was entirely unprepared for Kanton’s cock to very suddenly and quite forcefully be shunted out of that slit, splashing her a bit with fluid. She yelped a bit and pulled back in shock. “The hell?!”

Kanton gave a quiet, apologetic rumble. “Apologies. It has been…suggested that this is a holdover from our originals. Though certain other attributes are apparently not so natural.”

Sharla couldn’t respond immediately, because though the shock of the appearance had worn off, another shock hadn’t. She was staring at that staff as Kanton took it in his hand, rubbing over it a bit. It was smooth, pinkish, but the shape was unusual, with a bulbous head that flared out a bit in an uneven shape. But the most striking thing was the size of it…her only encounter with a big dick was from a distance, an unfortunate blooper during a story she was doing about a local ranch, when a horse decided to get rather amorous in the background. What she was looking at now wasn’t quite that large, but closer to it than any human she’d ever been with. “Holy hell! That thing looks like an ARM. That’s supposed to fit ANYWHERE?”

“Your disbelief is something we’re used to by now,” admitted Kanton with a slightly sheepish grin. “However, I can assure you, I have done this quite a few times with males and females of your kind, as have my larger brethren. And no harm has come to any of them.”

“Goodness…” Winford was seeing his own challenger up close and personal now as well, though Gravell had given him a bit clearer warning about what to expect. As had his fantasy exposures, to a degree. “I’m sure you know what you’re doing if you’ve been up to this for thirty-odd years, but it’s still hard to believe. This is FAR bigger than my biggest plaything.”

“If we have adequately prepared you, there should be no issues provided we take things slowly,” stated Gravell. “Daunting as it seems, we have learned how to prime your kind, and it seems that after the first time, such priming isn’t as necessary anymore.”

“Priming…” something clicked in Winford’s brain. “That tingling sensation. That’s…doing something to us, isn’t it?”

“Huh?!” Sharla heard that, and her eyes widened. “Wait, THAT’S what that was?”

“We believe so,” affirmed Kanton. “Admittedly, our understanding of it is…very rudimentary. We have not been studied in the proper sense and much of our physiology is still a mystery to all of us. But experience has taught us enough about what happens…that when we give you a little assistance to start, it allows you to take us in, so that we can further work you into being able to accept us within you. Mind you, earlier encounters were…not always so enjoyable, at least at first, until we understood what it was that worked…all of us regret that we didn’t understand right away, but the fortune is that we have learned. And all experience suggests that one priming is largely sufficient for an…enduring effect.”

“So you don’t really know WHAT you’re doing to us,” concluded Sharla nervously.

“I have heard of no ill effects from it from the others, but there is very little I can state beyond that…if you are uncertain…”

“Nnn…it’s fine…you’ve already done some of it anyway, so it’s not like I’d be escaping it. But you said you’ve been doing this for thirty years, I’d have to think you’d know if there was some nasty effect by now.” Saying that was more trying to set herself at ease than anything, but Sharla at least found that a compelling argument. “But you’d better take it slowly then, I don’t wanna be split in half on this log.”

“If he goes at all too fast, I’ll give him a solid bite,” Gravell assured her, before turning back to Winford. “All right, mister Winford…I think we’re as ready as we can be at this point. If you are the same, then please, let me know how you would prefer to be arranged.”

Winford nodded; the size of it was still intimidating, but this was just part of the test - trusting that they were being honest that they knew how to not hurt him with it. And while he wasn’t going to call himself a masterwork truth detector, he’d spent time trying to work on deception detection - a useful thing when one was in journalism and there were plenty of tale tellers out there who wanted a platform - and he had absolutely no sense that Kanton and Gravell were anything but honest. So he turned and bent down, getting onto all fours and offering himself to Gravell, beckoning towards the gator. “If something should happen, it’ll be easier for me to pull away like this…I don’t think it will, but accidents can happen, right?”

“Whatever is the most comfortable for you is entirely acceptable,” replied Gravell with no hint of complaint. He lowered himself down over Winford, his towering body pressing just slightly on the human’s back, reminding him of just how massive he was. One arm wrapped around the male’s chest, the scaly hide rubbing against him. “I will need to hold you in place to apply the initial pressure…I’ll let go afterwards. If there is a problem, don’t hesitate to speak up.”

“Go ahead,” replied Winford, a little breathless. Of course he’d need to work a bit to get that big bulbous head in, but the hold wasn’t tight enough that he couldn’t do anything. He took a deep breath and braced himself, trying to loosen himself up as he felt that flesh press against his rear. Slickness was not an issue, he’d seen and felt the ample fluids over it, it was only the size that was material now…it still seemed almost infeasible that such a thing could fit in him, and he wondered if they were just going to stop once he proved he was willing and tell him that was all it took...and whether that wouldn’t be just the slightest bit disappointing…

But it was no ruse. A tight hold, and then a fairly intense push, not even close to what that powerful body was capable of but still feeling like supernatural strength to Winford…and then he gasped and shook a bit as his hole stretched WIDE open, and there was a slight pop as the head slurped in, along with around two more inches of gator dick. Winford could feel it starkly, how wide his body was being forced open, how much pressure there was an his inner walls…and just how GOOD it felt. There was an odd sort of sensation of numbness at the first moment before a pulse of pleasure warmed him, which build slightly higher as Gravell waited in him. Fluids leaked into him from the tip of that cock, sending that tingling deeper in…he was starting to intuit the process, the deeper inside they got the deeper they could loosen him up. And suddenly, the idea that he was going to feel every inch of that behemoth seemed a lot more plausible…and a LOT more appealing.

Sharla had opted to be on her back for this - despite hearing Winford’s reasoning, she had a different perspective, if she could see him she could see if he was planning anything that she wasn’t okay with. And, on another level, she could get used to him…part of this was about connecting with their people and seeing them AS people, and if she was going to be building a bond of trust, she had to be okay with them, had to be able to look at them and not be intimidated or convey any negative feelings towards them. Watching one of them fuck her would have to help that in some way, right? Though, even with her legs spread and Kanton’s cock bracing itself at her entrance, she was still nervous. “Uh…you’ll…pull out if I tell you to, right?”

“It…may be challenging, but I would make efforts to do so,” Kanton replied. “Are you worried?”

“I just, uh…you’re not gonna, uh, fill me up with, uh…you know?”

“Ah. Please be assured, miss Sharla, in over 30 years, there has never been a single instance of successful breeding between one of our kind and one of yours. There was one who even offered to try, and lived among us for two years exerting many efforts to no yield…to our current knowledge it seems not to be possible. If, by some chance, however, it did happen, we would absolutely not obligate you to carry for us. That would not be a fair burden to you.”

Sharla nodded. “Okay…I’m taking you at your word for that.” She was taking them at their word for a lot of things, but their words seemed to be pretty good so far. Though she wasn’t sure why it would be hard for Kanton to stop if she asked…maybe she would have to keep Gravell in mind if he had trouble controlling himself. She tensed up a bit as Kanton’s hand care down on her briefly, and she felt that push inside…her eyes widened as her opening did, labia spread wide as the head pushed in, and she spasmed around it as her clit got lots of contact on the way in. “Jesus!”

“Are you okay, miss Sharla?”

“Haha…fine…d-damn…” She hadn’t expected that to feel THAT good, that was for sure. She felt wildly overstuffed, yet somehow also like that feeling itself was momentously pleasurable. And she could feel that tingle getting deeper as well, as that tip drooled more of his liquids inside…rearranging her to take him much more thoroughly. This was definitely going to be a unique experience…

Both gators were slow, taking their time with their human guests. Once Winford and Sharla were used to the initial entries, they started to push in deeper, rocking back and forth ever so slightly to work in the sensations and gradually open them up. The stretch never receded, only got fuller the deeper they went, but their rods were so slick that even that pressure on their passages didn’t seem to slow them down even a fraction, their movements even and totally controlled. Their grips had lightened on the humans as they gained depth, with less force being necessary now that they were in and getting into the groove.

Winford was moaning quite loudly, unable to hold his voice - were it not for the fact that he could hear Sharla in the same boat, it might have been embarrassing. But the reality of his fantasies was better than he had ever dared to hope it would be…he had a big, muscular, scaly beast-gentleman giving him the ride of his life, with a cock that made his forearm jealous yet did little more than make his body light up with bliss. Every minute or so brought another inch into him, spread the tingling deeper…occasionally he felt a twinge at the limits of his adjustment, but it always faded once that accommodating pre worked its magic, leaving nothing but a thrumming pleasure all throughout him. And that thickness made it impossible not to pressure his prostate, ensuring that his own cock was leaking madly and getting vastly pleasured as well. And he could hear Gravell’s satisfaction in that rumbling voice, those deep breaths, those rubs against his chest…if there had been any lingering concern that this was meant to take advantage of them, it was completely vanished, this was meant to make him feel amazing, and it was working.

For Sharla, there might never have been fantasies along these lines, but the reality was nonetheless blowing the rest or her realities out of the water. She had expected the enormity of that tool to be uncomfortable, but she was getting the opposite of that, it felt BETTER than most anything else ever had, the thickness sending furious sparks of pleasure through her and making her cry out breathlessly. She was even hitting miniature climaxes here and there, something she never would have expected from just a dick alone…then again, she’d never taken a dick that made her constantly buzz from the stretch the way this one did. Kanton was also being very careful not to overdo it, his thrusts were on the slower side and very gradually increased their depth, letting his fluids work their magic as they pulsed deeper and deeper into her. She was clinging to his arms, writhing under his ministrations, clenching down on him here and there and getting amorous growls out of the gator, sounds that she couldn’t believe she was thinking were quite sexy.

Kanton seemed to be at her limit now, bumping up against her depths…she gasped a bit at the sensations, she’d expected discomfort but like everything else it felt oddly good. The gator kept going at a measured pace, but slowed every time he bumped in deep, pressing against her and letting his fluids gush inside…Sharla could feel that tingle spreading deeper into her, making her shiver and bringing her closer and closer to a much fiercer orgasm. She’d never anticipated feeling this way over a scenario like this…it seemed this day was just full of surprises.

Gravell’s hold on Winford was getting a little tighter as he rocked in deeper and deeper, soaking the human’s insides with his preseed, working him ever further open. But Winford wasn’t protesting, it was starting to feel really good having that grip on him, and he was pushing back into that scaly body, rubbing up against it as much as he could. It felt like he was packed so full, yet he knew there was still more to take, he almost wanted to look back to see haw far he’d come but he was so wound up he couldn’t bring himself to. He was trying to aid Gravell’s pleasure by squeezing down on him, and Gravell was certainly responding, those rumbling purrs getting louder and heavier…but Winford was so much closer, he felt like he could go over the edge at any moment.

A voice in his ear made his breath catch. “Rrmmm…m-mister Winford…I…think you’re ready…f-for the rest…if you…are willing…”

How much rest was there? Winford decided he wanted to be surprised. “I’m…ready. Go…ahead…Gravell…”

Suddenly Gravell’s hold got a ton tighter, and with a growl he suddenly surged forward. Winford’s eyes bulged out as he felt what had to be several inches of gator dick plunging into his depths…which yielded without a hint of agony, having been thoroughly wet up by that pre, but did sent another rush through his body. And suddenly he was shooting off, crying out loud as he unloaded his balls into the floor below him, his body twitching and spasming around Gravell. The gator stopped thrusting, holding the human tight as he let him ride out that sensational climax, Winford’s head almost spinning from the reverberating pleasure. An already incredibly novel situation was getting steadily more unique for just how powerfully it was triggering him, leaving him to cling to Gravell almost desperately until he finally settled down, having painted a good bit of the floor white.

Kanton lowered over Sharla, grunting a bit as he felt her squeeze around him. “Miss Sharla…hff…would you…like to feel…what I can give to you?”

“Th-hah! There’s…more?” Sharla could hardly imagine things getting more intense than this, Kanton was already nearly driving her crazy with the pleasure his cock was bringing.

“Only…if you want it…”

“Nnhah…well…I’m…curious, then…sh-show me, big guy…”

Kanton nodded, then held her tightly…Sharla was wondering what he was planning, hoping she hadn’t made a mistake. And then he felt him push…HARD…deep inside her, that tip no longer just stopping its efforts at what seemed like her limit, but trying to push deeper inside. And before she could say a thing, she felt something suddenly give way, and suddenly the head popped through, and then a sharp growl rang from Kanton as the rest of it followed, her body suddenly filled with the entirety of the gator’s dick, and whatever she was going to say was turned into an orgasmic scream as she hit a violent climax, rocking and bucking and clenching and wailing out as she gushed all over that too-large yet also somehow perfectly-sized intruder which was treating her to an experience unlike any she could ever have had anywhere else. Her nails scratched at that scaly hide, raking over it roughly and making Kanton shudder and growl, though in a way that sounded like he enjoyed it…he returned the favor, albeit significantly more gently, his hands slipping underneath to scratch at her back as she expressed her bliss. It took quite a bit for her to come down from that, gulping down air as her body settled back down, though with that thick shaft still entombed in her, she knew it was certainly not over.

“Mmph…are you…all right, miss Sharla?” And even after gifting her a climax like that, Kanton was still being ever dutiful of her…she was definitely coming around to him, scaly though he was.

“Jesus…that…was…I…don’t…even…know what…to say…” Sharla shook her head slowly, trying to clear away some of the haze. “You gators…don’t do anything halfway, do you?”

“The differences between us…create a certain intensity, it is true. Fortunate, as certain things are…not exactly as easy for us to do as they are for humans. Our mouths and tongues, for example, are, ah, ill-suited for certain pleasures…”

“Haah…no kidding. You’re doing fantastic, big guy…there’s more to come, isn’t there?”

“If you are amenable to it…I may need to…increase my efforts a bit more to reach my own end.”

Sharla had few illusions what that meant - he had been going slow on her all this time, after all. But if she could handle what had just happened, she was pretty sure she could handle what he had in mind. “Show me what you’ve got, stud.”

Gravell had taken a bit more time to let Winford recover, knowing that the male probably needed a bit more time if he was to be in the mood to keep going. Eventually, though, the squeezing on his cock was proving to push his restraint to the limit. “Mister Winford…are you all right for me to keep going?”

Winford nodded, taking a last deep breath to settle himself. “Yeah, I think so…god, so full…I never thought this’d be possible…”

“I’m glad I can satisfy you in such a unique way. It is…rare for any to have enthusiasm for this so early on, it’s gratifying that there are those who we can make happy in these ways. It gives us hope that we may have other allies out there…that we might be accepted one day by enough that we can be safe.”

“I certainly hope so. You’re incredible people…you deserve that much.” Winford pushed back against Gravell, lifting a hand to rub his snout. “You want to kick it up a notch?”

Gravell growled playfully. “I would certainly not be averse to that, mister Winford.”

“Me either. Why don’t we get a little more upright, and you hold me tight as you show me that strength of yours?”

He could almost HEAR the grin on the gator’s snout at the idea. Suddenly he was pulled more upright, against Gravell’s body as the gator rose to his knees, one arm getting him tight against Gravell’s body as the other took hold of his thigh. That snout was almost rest on his shoulder, making the pleasured sounds even louder…but that was secondary consideration to what Gravell did next, which was pull out a fair ways, and then drive in with MUCH more vigor, showing that strength that his body possessed in a much more emphatic way. It was a change from the much more measured pace from before, and a different sensation as his body’s stretching was much more abrupt and forceful…but the lack of any discomfort and the surge of pleasure told Winford exactly what he’d hoped to hear, that he had successfully been made able to handle whatever could be thrown at him. And Gravell seemed to pick up on that as well, because he didn’t retreat from that intensity even slightly as he began the last phase of their coupling, his body smacking against the human’s with wet slaps.

Kanton was matching his partner in intensity as well, which Sharla was clearly enjoying just as much. He was lower over Sharla, arms tightly holding her to his body as he rocked back and forth, plunging in to the hilt and then pulling out partway before driving in again. So much more energy, but it felt just as good, maybe even better than before, her body was being pushed beyond all reasonable limits and loving the hell out of it. She was also starting to understand what Kanton had meant when he’d said it would be difficult to remove himself on command - that flared head was pretty much stopped on its way out, he wasn’t pulling out any farther than that, and it felt like it would be quite a challenge to even if he tried. At this point, though, Sharla was no longer concerned with that - with no risk to her and nothing but pleasure from it, she was more than happy to let Kanton shoot his shot.

The sounds in the room had changed, from much softer squishes and quieter moans and growls to loud splats and smacks, heavier growls, heady moans and breathless cries. The scent of sex lay heavy on the air, the gators’ scents filling the room, a slightly swampy and briny odor but one tinged with a visceral muskiness that was pleasing in an unusual way. Things only ramped up, moment by moment, the gators upping things little by little as they got closer and closer to their climaxes, while the humans did nothing but encourage it with their voices and bodies, providing as much pleasure as they could with their motions…and it was only bringing them closer to a second for each of them, the unnatural stimulation working wonders. In that moment they were in sync with each other, the boundaries between them seeming to be utterly vanished, the acts already having accomplished the intended goal…all that was left was the reward for success.

It came first for Sharla, who wailed out again as her body hit that peak and spasmed around Kanton’s, bucking and squeezing hard as she rode out another powerful rush. And Kanton this time responded in kind, a louder sound halfway between a hiss and a roar tearing from his maw as he hilted, his cock pulsed, and Sharla felt it, that thick gush of gator seed deep inside her. There was a heat to it that she hadn’t expected, warming her depths as it flooded her…there was so much of it, she felt it almost like a hose had turned on, spreading inside her womb with virtually no leakage out thanks to how tightly she was plugged up in there. In her orgasmic rapture, she wasn’t in control of much, but her body clenched and worked him in time, milking him of everything he had to offer.

Gravell was the next one to fall over the edge, giving some rather deep thrusts to Winford before the human felt that first dollop of heavy cream pump inside him, feeling its heat spread deep within his body. Gravell wasn’t as still as Kanton was, humping and grinding even as he came, working over Winford’s prostate just enough to send him over the edge as the last of the quartet, unleashing another coating of white to the floor in front of him. There was leakage from him, although not much thanks to the girth of Gravell’s cock, most of it staying inside of Winford and making him feel like he was swelling up from it, even though he couldn’t see it. Not that that deterred him, the stretch felt just as good as ever, helping to sustain his orgasm despite the protest of his balls from having just been called into action. He still managed a pretty healthy load of his own, though he knew it would pale in comparison to Gravell’s…and that thought didn’t bother him in the slightest, again it worked on some of his longtime fantasies.

It felt like too soon as the four descended from the pinnacles of pleasure, although in real time it had been a relatively lengthy stay. At their own paces the four sank into more contented, relaxed states, hard and heavy breaths the main sounds coming from them as they recovered from the intense but fantastic experiences. And though there had been no obvious moment where they could pinpoint the change, Winford and Sharla both had the sense that things were now quite different…bared to the gators, their bodies entrusting them entry, granting them such intimate access, which they had used only to make them feel good, the sense of true trust had been established within them. And with any luck, the gators had felt that mutually as well.

Something Gravell was quick to confirm. “It’s quite a fascinating feeling, how different it is afterwards…you almost feel like you belong here now. I don’t usually feel it as significantly as this, even…”

“Heh…I guess I was just a really good candidate,” agreed Winford. “Yeah, I like this…somehow it feels almost normal now.”

“Speak for yourself, I still think this is all way weird,” panted Sharla. “But in a good way. You gators are definitely all right.”

“I’m glad that we can meet with your approval, and give ours as well, miss Sharla,” Kanton concurred, lightly scratching his claws down her back as he lifted her up slightly. “I hope this leads to a strong bond of trust between yourselves and our kind.”

“I hope so too…though, I hope I don’t have to personally visit this on every gator you have down here. Not that that wasn’t wild and all, but I don’t think I’ll be able to last that long.”

Kanton let out a quiet laugh. “I’m sure they will be disappointed. But I doubt you will need to convince more than a few others personally…for many of us, allowing one of us to establish this bond is enough proof of your sincerity.”

“And those who wish to establish their own bond will of course need to do so with the appropriate respect,” added Gravell. “We cannot afford to treat any human like a plaything, our survival requires respect and alliance. Any one that steps out of line will have to answer to the rest of us…do not fear approaching us if they do not treat you right, we will set them straight.”

“I appreciate that, but I hope it doesn’t come to that,” replied Winford, sounding unconcerned. “If they’re anything like you, I think they’ll know how important it is, and I’ll be happy to convince them that I’m willing to do what it takes to prove myself.”

“Same here…only risk I think I have is getting ruined for anyone else,” grunted Sharla as she shifted on Kanton’s cock, which was only just starting to retreat; she shuddered a bit as it pulled out of her depths, the head still wide enough to catch and stretch a bit. “Damn, I did not think my day was gonna go like this when I woke up…this was definitely a story worth pursuing, even if I can’t report on it.”

“Allow us to bring you to the bathing space,” Kanton offered. “There is much for you to see and learn of still, and if you’re anything like our others, I suspect you would prefer to experience it refreshed and dressed. Your clothes should hopefully be in wearable condition by now.”

“I don’t think it’ll be a problem if we have to take our time a bit.” Winford was getting to his feet with help from Gravell, his legs a bit wobbly still. Sharla was getting similar assistance from Kanton, the woman leaning into him in a way neither of them could have imagined even just minutes ago. “I wouldn’t mind getting to know you two more as well…”

“My feelings exactly,” agreed Gravell. “Bonding is more than just one physical event, after all…but that’s a good start.”

No disagreements were made to that, and the four of them slowly made their way out of the room, the first steps to a new connection that they all would come to treasure. And while Winford and Sharla would eventually plan only to put together the fanciful story that they had imagined in the first place, they held out hope that one day they would be able to report on their newfound friends, the sewer gators, and put them in the light they deserved to help usher them into a more accepting world. But only on their own terms…at least until then, they could enjoy their company as much as they wished.