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Don’t you realize I’m not even a member of your species!" That question really hit home. She’s a composite, you know. Human DNA as a base, mixed with some natural reptiles and who knows what other artificial alterations. (MF, reluc, cuck, intr- sepecies, interracial, sci-fi) *** I remember it all so clearly. No! Really! I know what you’re thinking, but you’re wrong. I know that bitch messed me up. I know my memory is all mixed up, but the memories I have are all so clear. I remember I left my wife... Yes. My wife! Stop your sniggering and let me tell you. You wanted me to tell you, didn’t you? So shut up and I will. I remember I left my wife on the mother planet and went to the second moon to whore with Dana, the Lizard Bitch. I was feeling lucky. Real lucky. Well, you know how difficult it is to get an appointment with Dana, the Lizard Bitch. The whole operation is only quasi-legal to begin with! I had to win a lottery just to get on the waiting list. Then it was two years before I took the physical, and then I still had to wait another two years before it was my turn again. They made me take a second physical because it had been so long. She only takes one customer per night, you know. It took me a long time to raise the money, too. And my wife was so good about it. My wife! I better explain something. I wasn’t all that good looking a guy, and if the truth be known, I wasn’t very well endowed and I did poorly with the poor lot I was endowed with. My wife was plain, flat top and bottom, and mousy. Our sex life was tepid at best. Before I rented Dana, the Lizard Bitch, my wife and I almost never had sex, and when we did, I screwed her more to be milked than for sex. Come and go was my modes operandi, and why she put up with it, I’ll never know. Anyway, I shuttled up to the second moon to see if Dana, the Lizard Bitch could live up to her reputation. I even took interest in life again as my anticipation grew. I walked into the building, passed my ID through the slot, authorized payment... You know how it goes. They brought me some wine and told me to sit down, and I waited. The receptionist noticed I hadn’t touched the wine and told me to drink up. I said, "No, thanks," and told her I wasn’t thirsty. The bitch frowned at me and said it was part of the package and it was required. So, to shut her up, I drank it. Then, I waited about an hour. There were vids but I couldn’t read them. I tried scanning them, but I was too nervous. At length, a real pretty woman came in all smiles and told me to follow her. Hey! I could have rented her and felt I got my money’s worth. Know what I mean? Anyway, she led me to the suite and opened the door for me. I stumbled in. Yeah. Stumbled on the carpet. Felt like a fool. She laughed and closed the door behind me. For all that money, the accommodations weren’t much. The waiting room was more luxurious. This room where the pretty woman left me was large but mostly bare. It had an old-fashioned spring bed in the middle, and a bare wooden table to the side. There was a large green pitcher on the table, and one large, clear drinking glass. No windows. There were light bars along the ceiling junctions. Real crude, you know. I waited a while and then sat on the bed. Like I said, there were no chairs. After a while, the door opened and in came a young woman. She was attractive, but not as attractive as the one who showed me in. The woman - I mean the one who came in - smiled at me and said, "Hi. I’m Dana, the Lizard Whore." See, everyone calls her the Lizard Bitch, but her real title is Lizard Whore. Anyway, she saw the disappointment in my face and laughed. She said, "Trust me." I said, "Yes, Ma’am, but you don’t look much like a lizard." She didn’t. She had no scales and her eyes were strictly human. She wore a white terry cloth robe and nothing on her feet. She said, "Silly boy," so sweet I thought I was going to break out in pimples, and then she opened up her robe. It took my breath away. Her figure was so fine, but those scales! Those scales! Her body had the scales. They were blue, or green, and when she moved, they caught the light and changed shades and hues, reflecting wildly with her motion as though her body were like the surface of a sea. They began at her one shoulder and kind of fell down covering one breast but not the other and at her waist they surrounded her and continued down her inner thighs but the rest of her legs were normal. I didn’t know if she shaved or if she didn’t have hair to begin with, but where my wife had hair, Dana, the Lizard Bitch did not. Know what I mean? Dana, the Lizard Bitch’s eyes twinkled when she saw my appreciation. I remember this all very distinctly. I don’t care what they say about her venom. Oh. Her venom. I’ll get back to that. She came behind me and helped me out of my clothes. May I be blunt? I assume you want me to tell you everything, and... May I be blunt? I mean, do you want me to be blunt? I had the grandest stiffer I ever endured! (But even at that, my stiffer was nothing to brag about.) I felt self-conscious and forced myself to remember that she was there for me and it didn’t matter what my physical shortcomings were. I took her hand and moved it down, trying to get her to hold it, but she pulled away. "Now, now," she scolded. "I want your hand first." I thought she meant for me to cop a feel or something, but instead, she turned my wrist up and rubbed it with a cotton swab with alcohol. I don’t know where it came from, but hey! She was a professional and probably did this a few thousand times already. You know, the demand for Dana, the Lizard Bitch is really high! I mean, she’s the only one! Remember the big scandal when it was learned how the advanced genetic research credits where being used? That nut case in charge of the project was going to produce hundreds of Danas. When I looked at her scaly breast, I remember thinking they should legalize the genetic code again, because when Dana’s gone... Well, you know. She’s the only one. That was before I understood... Never mind. I’ll get to that later. I mean, you probably want to hear the gory details. The bitch smiled at me so sweetly. A few light wisps of her blonde hair fell across her forehead and she looked like a child. She said gently, "Now don’t be frightened. This will hurt just a little, but it’s necessary for the program." She opened her mouth as though to scream or yawn, and I wasn’t too concerned until I realized her mouth was still opening wider. The bitch had a jaw that could dislocate! It pulled all the way down to her neck! Then, two curved fangs swiveled down from her pallet. I knew about the venom; but they could have warned me about the dislocating jaw and the snake fangs! And they could have told me what the venom was for! I knew it had something to do with the program, so I regained my composure as she gently brought her mouth down to my wrist. It was amazing. I felt her fangs puncture my skin and then she nodded her head down, pushing them deeper. Then, the sides of her neck swelled up and out like a balloon. I saw two tiny rivulets of my own blood and was getting a little nervous. She grimaced real hard and I saw the muscles in her neck begin to flex real hard, and the next thing I knew, her neck began contracting again, forcing the venom into my bloodstream. She trembled with the effort and then gasped as she pulled away, almost as if in fright. She gasped again, and then she took a more controlled deep breath. She wiped my blood and her venom off her mouth and chin. She looked exhausted from the effort. She sat down on the bed and began weeping silently. I was standing there, stupid, fixated on her shining blue, green body and on how her scales were so reflective, and wondering why she was crying - and what I should do about it. She smiled up at me and wiped her eyes. "I always do that," she said. "I don’t know why." I stood there and realized my erection was gone. I thought, What the Hell! I looked around the room like I was going to see something that I hadn’t noticed before and wondered what was going on? Then I got angry. I looked at her and said, "Shall we begin?" My voice was a little testy. Man, it was weird. Her sweet, sad smile turned slowly on a sour note and in a moment she looked evil. She was grinning at me like she knew something I didn’t. It was a mean smile like I had fallen into her trap or something. I was about to freak. I mean, I had her venom inside me! Her grin went away and she glowered at me like I was the one who... I don’t know... killed her parents or something; like she wanted me dead and tortured, and not in that order. She whispered slowly, harshly in a snakelike voice, all sibilants and ominous; she said, "So you want to fuck me, do you? Don’t you realize I’m not even a member of your species!" That question really hit home. She’s a composite, you know. Human DNA as a base, mixed with some natural reptiles and who knows what other artificial alterations. She wasn’t human, though, and suddenly I was terrified... And embarrassed! I mean, she looked at me the way a kodo monster might look at a guy just before devouring him. But still, while I’m worried about being devoured, I felt like I was the farmer on the back 40 with a sheep! I wondered, What the hell was I doing there, planning to have sex with a sub-human freak? And yet, there were the stories I’d heard about her. I asked, "What’s going on?" and my voice was tremulous. I felt like an ass. A very nervous ass. And in an instant, she turned sweet again. She stood up and moved close to me and I felt her cold fingers on my penis. I shuddered. She said, "The venom is beginning to work now, but it won’t last." I said, "I don’t feel anything," and she laughed sweetly. She whispered so softly, "The whole point of your being here is to feel something." Then she moved in and her whole body was against mine. She was cold and I remembered, Hey! She is a lizard! She turned her head and kissed me on the neck and it tickled and I shuddered. She laughed and pulled away. I was fully erect again. She went to the table and poured a dark liquid from the pitcher, into the glass. It was thick. Real viscous, you know. She said, "When you feel the venom beginning to wear off, drink this. It revitalizes the power of my poison." She explained that she could only make one injection a night because it took that long for her body to produce the venom, so in lieu of her biting me every few minutes, I would take the elixir. I told her I didn’t feel a thing. I wasn’t high, or drunk, or wasted or anything. I said, "The venom isn’t working." She laughed again and I was thinking she was a merry little reptile. She said, "The wine you drank in the lobby was the preparation for the venom. It was a mild psychedelic agent. It’s a programmable hallucinogen that hides the real me from your eyes. It makes me beautiful to you." Not really, I thought. Your body, yes, but... She continued, "It’s the venom that makes your very existence possible now. Everything you see and feel is the venom. Can you hear the laughing?" I said, "Laughing?" She said, "Now and then, you’ll hear laughing. Not real laughter, but you’ll be able to sense it. You are not aware of the venom’s effect, but you will most certainly be aware when it begins to wear off. Remember, when you feel the need, just sip from this glass." Then she looked very stern and said, "When the glass is empty, you will come down and stay down, and you will never see me again." Then she smiled again and said, "Now! Take me and ravage me! Use me up." As she said it, she looked down at my puny erection and I thought she was being sarcastic. She pissed me off for that moment, but then she dropped on her knees and took me in. A cold blow job! It was weird. I mean, her mouth was cold, at first, but then it began to heat up until it was a comfortable 98.6. See, it was my own body heat or something. Anyway, she was terrific. I mean, she reached forward until her lips were right down at the bottom and her nose was pressing in deep against me. Then she sucked against me until it was tighter than a vagina and then she pulled back, pulling at my erection as it slid from her mouth. Oh! I remember it all. So clearly! Again, she went in; again she sucked up tight and pulled away. She kept doing this for a moment or two and I became aware that not only was she pulling hard against my penis, but my stomach seemed to be sucked down a bit, too. Slowly, she took me in again and as she pulled away, she gently pulled my stomach, my heart and lungs, and even my neck felt the gentle pulling. The insides of my thighs felt the tug, too. It was exquisite. I closed my eyes to enjoy this incredible sensation, and then I came. She didn’t seem to notice. She just kept sucking, but I sure noticed! I noticed that I was still cumming. I noticed that my heart had stopped and that my whole stomach and both thighs were on fire and I kept pulsing and pulsing into her mouth as she slowly took me in again and again and my muscles were tensed up like violin strings. How long was it? A minute? I don’t know. I just know that human beings don’t have orgasms like that. And I don’t have that much semen. And yet, I just kept gushing into her mouth. I saw the white liquid dripping down her chin. There was a puddle of the stuff on the floor. Some of it was dripping down her chest. And all the while, the incredible, joyful pain of it all seared my brain and I almost broke a tooth from clenching my jaw like a bear trap. It was over. I stood there breathing hard. She looked up at me and her chin glistened with my cum. She laughed at me. "Way to go, Sailor," she teased. She looked at my dead organ and pouted. "Oh," she said pathetically, like she had been denied a treat. Then she started licking it. She gently tickled my scrotum with her fingers and then I felt her hand slide between my thighs and a cold finger entered my rectum. It was a nice sensation, and believe it or not, I started to become erect again. I remember thinking how strange it was because I had always taken a long time to recover, before. But then I looked down and saw the head of a snake and it had completely devoured my penis. Dana, the Lizard Bitch had turned into a snake! And when she pulled back from my erection, her tongue was still wrapped around it, only now it was a long snake tongue, and it rasped against me as it uncoiled from me. The snake grinned at my penis. She looked up at me and suggested it was time to take a sip of the elixir. I took a sip. It tasted terrible, but even as I swallowed it, the snake became a buxom black girl with the darkest eyes and with corn row hair. She was still on her knees and she had pressed her tits about my dick. And I couldn’t help it. I was hard as a rock! And I was bigger than ever. I looked at my arms and they were muscular. My chest was broad and my legs looked powerful and athletic. The girl took my hand and pulled me to the bed. She lay down on her back and threw her legs so wide apart, I wondered that her hips might be double jointed. Dana, the Lizard Bitch had no pubic hair, but the black girl had an enormous patch, and as I moved forward, the most important thing I could do was throw my mouth down and rub my nose in the steaming African jungle. I took her vulva in my mouth and sucked. As desperate as I was, I was surprisingly gentle. She shuddered and moaned when my tongue moved up her labia to tickle her clitoris. "Harder," she moaned. She grabbed my head and pulled my face in hard against her and I thought I was going to suffocate! Her taste was sweet and I needed to lick all of her juices in. My tongue delved down deep and I suddenly realized my tongue was longer, too. With my mouth hermetically sealed against her mound, my tongue slid deeper and deeper. I pushed it in periodic thrusts, sliding back just a little after each advance. And with each advance, she moaned as my tongue rubbed against that amazing clitoris. I knew something was wrong because I couldn’t find the bottom. My tongue had to be at least a yard long by now, but I still searched in vain for an end to this amazing tunnel. And I had to keep boring in because the tip of my tongue was as sensitive as the tip of my dick and each time I pushed in, I could taste her more intensely. Her vaginal lubrication tasted to me as... What? As a tangy, warm affirmation of the need to procreate. I’m sorry. I’m not eloquent, but his bitch tasted like necessity, itself. I was powerless to stop drinking in her vaginal secretions. I had to taste more and more, and so I twisted my head hard against her vulva, thrusting ever deeper with that enormous tongue. She responded to my every move. Her thighs clamped hard against my ears and she pushed herself and me way up high until only her shoulders and feet were still on the bed, and still I hugged hard against her crotch and sucked as though I was starving. My tongue had an orgasm, and the universe had finally given me permission to withdraw. And as the enormous tongue, borrowed from who knows where, came sliding out, it caused the black girl to writhe on the bed. My face broke away and I looked at her as my tongue continued to pull back, I was almost out, when the head of my tongue got hung up in her. I panicked. I stood up and pulled back and my tongue pulled her off the bed. I stepped back and continued to drag her. It should have been painful for her, but I saw she was enjoying it. Her vagina was clamped down hard on my tongue, and it was fine. Until the elixir wore off, that is. The black girl had been so beautiful, but that kodo monster she evolved into was one of the most frightening things I’ve ever seen. It was faced away from me and my tongue was still inserted in her private parts, and she turned to look at me and she looked real annoyed in an intimidating kind of way and I wondered why the hell I was giving cunnilingus to a kodo monster. I stepped back quickly to the table and took another sip. My tongue was still hung in there, and her mouth was open and threatening, but somehow I managed to take a sip of the elixir. It took only a moment before the kodo monster lost hold of my reality. And I heard the laughter for the first time. It wasn’t distinct, and if Dana, the Lizard Bitch hadn’t told me about it, I might not have been able to define it as laughter at all. It was a bit disquieting, but there was something more important to me at that moment. There was a sweet young girl; about 16, wearing spring clothes. She looked terrified. She was looking at me and suddenly I understood why she was scared. My teeth clenched tight with hatred as I moved forward. She tried to move away but I caught her by her blouse and yanked her back. I slapped her with the back of my hand and she yelped. I knew I would never do this in real life, but that little bitch had become the focal point of all my anger accumulated over the span of my life. I couldn’t be cruel enough to that whore. She cowered on the floor as I hovered over her. I kicked her a few times and then reached down and ripped away her clothes. She screamed and I covered her mouth with my huge hairy hand. I remembered I used to have delicate, un-manly hands with only a few soft, light hairs on the back, but now I had a workingman’s hands, thick; calloused, and with dark hair on the backs. These were hands appropriate to the deed. I glowered at her and her eyes protruded in fear. "Not another sound," I whispered with barely contained rage. She tried to remain silent, but in her fright, she squealed a high pitch of desperation. I fell on top of her. I grabbed her wrists and pinned them down painfully on the hard wood floor. I thought I remembered there being a carpet. It didn’t matter. The missing carpet wasn’t important to me. Raping this little cunt was! I punched her legs apart with my huge thighs. She pleaded with her eyes and whimpered, "Please, don’t," but her absolute helplessness only excited me to further atrocity. I spit on my fingers and lubricated her. I reached down for my erection and was astonished by its girth. I looked down and saw the menacing head. It was large and dull beyond reason. I knew a weapon like this was useless as a tool of love. No woman could accommodate it in comfort. No. This was a weapon of rape, and so I shoved it, uninvited, hard into her soft, innocent cunt. She responded by suddenly craning her head back, screaming quietly, her mouth wide open in horror and pain. Her eyelids were clenched tight as fists. She wasn’t breathing as she comprehended the new sensations. A virgin! Of course, a virgin! Would Dana, the Lizard Bitch let me rape anything but a virgin? I began pumping my hips violently. There wasn’t enough lubrication, but it was wonderful, anyway. I realized that my pleasure was in direct inverse proportion to my victim’s distress, and that simple fact drove me forward to greater cruelties. I cupped her tender little breast in my hand and squeezed it hard. I had never known such strength, and neither had she. I took the nipple in my teeth and bit unmercifully. I was already cumming, and as before, I came and came and came. I discovered that if I hit the adorable little teenager, it increased the intensity of my orgasm, so I clenched my fist and punched her. I hit her in the face, her chest, her stomach; anywhere I could reach. But as the thrill of rape and potential murder began to drain me of the last drops, the horror of it broke through and I was ruined with shame. As she lay there, limp, eyes open but unfocussed, still alive but beyond any torture I could administer, I was overwhelmed with compassion for her. Clearly, it was time for another sip. I stood up and left the little cheerleader bleeding and broken on the floor. I took another sip and turned to see a delicate oriental girl in a silk garment smiling at me. She said something I didn’t understand. I moved forward and we kissed. It was as sweet as the rape had been violent. I found I could remove her garment with a simple pull of a tie at her neck. It fell away and I rolled over on top. Her thighs girded my hips and we kissed again. I loved this woman as I had never loved before, and my penetration of her was almost incidental compared with our sweet sharing kisses. My hips moved up and down. The enormous erection I had used in the rape was gone. My penis was a normal size now, though it was certainly of a greater magnitude than my original, humble architecture had ever been. The dual sensations of her lips on mine and her vagina caressing my penis filled me with a sense of well being and contentment. We rolled over and she sat on my hips and undulated for me. I reached up and took her small breasts in my hands and she held my hands against her. She took my fingers and kissed them with an impish grin and a sly twinkle in her eye. She maneuvered off me and shifted around to take me in her mouth. I saw her leg lifting up to bring her vulva down to my mouth. I felt her fingers penetrate my rectum, and the idea excited me to follow suit. It wasn’t like with the black girl. The Asian wasn’t urgent; only sweet. We became weightless and could perform the deed with more freedom than is possible for those bound by gravity. I brought my one arm about her back and pulled her body tight against mine. I took my other hand and pressed her tiny bottom hard so my face was tight and wet against her vulva. She hugged me in a like manner and put two or three fingers up my rectum. Her mouth was sweet. She performed her fellatio slowly and with concern for my happiness. I tried to reciprocate. She ran her tongue along all surfaces and played with my testicles. Being weightless and still floating, our legs tended more naturally to encompass our partner’s ears, and we both squeezed gently with our thighs. I saw the glass of elixir floating by and realized I didn’t want this to end, so I took a sip, and the physical improbability of a liquid remaining in a floating glass bothered me not a jot. The plan didn’t exactly backfire, but I was supposed to drink it after the effect began wearing off. I had jumped the gun. I did it so I could continue my adoration of this exquisite brown girl. Instead, I found I was atop a new woman. She had red hair and freckles and the brightest green eyes. Her lips were red but I knew she wore no lipstick. Unlike the oriental girl, I didn’t love this one. I was only fucking her. Somehow, the total lack of emotional connection between us had reduced the loving act of intercourse to nothing more than a fuck, and, therefore, made it much better. She was moaning and laughing, and then she would stop laughing as the sensations of intercourse forced her to moan again. She was a merry lay and I was having a great time. I was straining, too. I closed my eyes a moment, and when I opened them, the redhead was gone. In her place was another girl. This one had auburn hair and squealed my name with an adorable accent I couldn’t identify. I remember how seriously she was taking this copulation. Unlike the redhead, this one had no inclination to laugh. I tried closing my eyes again. Sure enough, a third girl was beneath me. This one had huge breasts. They hung down by the sides of her chest and I was compelled to squeeze them. I closed my eyes again, and each time I opened them, there was a new girl attached to me at the loins. Each of them was willing, each was deep in sexual ecstasy, and each was a new sensation. Each vagina went in its own direction with its own degree of compression, its own level of lubrication, and its own smell. The breasts changed, too, from the huge pillows I mentioned a moment ago, to little more than nubbins. The nipples came in all natural colors. Some were relatively calm, while others stood up tall and proud. I closed and opened my eyes in quick succession, just to see who I’d be fucking next. And then the venom wore off. The women became physically repulsive to me. They were too large or they had deformities. Their vaginas were hard or dry and the faces became old and wrinkled. I tried to reach for the elixir but it seemed to be just a little out of reach. And I was compelled to keep up a steady rhythm of pelvic thrusts, even though I found my partners to be abhorrent. I strained to reach the glass. And each time my eyes closed and opened, a new, more vile creature would be underneath me. I tried not to blink as I reached up for that glass just out of my reach, but somehow the air had turned so dry that I couldn’t keep my eyes open. I tried keeping my eyes closed, but some force of morbid curiosity forced me to open them - and to look. I then closed my eyes and with an extra effort, forced them to stay closed. But I kept fucking whoever it was beneath me. There was an aroma forming about me and it grew to a powerful stench and then I recognized it as the stink of rotting flesh. I opened my eyes and saw her. With the knowledge provided by the venom, I knew she had been beautiful before she died, but now she was blue and bloated. Her dead eyes glared off in two directions, one eyelid drooped halfway and her mouth hung open limp. I heard a squishing noise and it kept time with my pelvic thrusts. I looked down and saw that my erection was drawing maggots out of her cunt with every stroke. I desperately wanted to pull away from the vile corpse but my penis was painfully erect and I was as unable to stop fucking as my heart was unable to slow down to a normal beat. In horror, I looked at her face again, so blue and bloated and when I saw her lips, I was drawn to kiss her. I didn’t want to do it, but I had no choice. I forced my tongue into the long dead mouth and sucked hard against her. I rolled about to get my arms around her and hugged her to my body tightly and passionately. There was no rigor mortis. I was able to push her thighs high up and apart as I urgently pressed hard for ever deeper penetration. Her vaginal walls were weak and my frustration goaded me to ever harder thrusts. Deep down inside her vagina, it felt like a gelatin with squirming rice. To inhale was to be sickened with her dreadful stench. I vomited hard but never lost the seal of our lips. Since she had no instinctive muscle contractions, most of my vomit simply went from my stomach to hers. Vomiting only made my passion more intense. Her breasts had been small, but they were bloated to more than maximum size, and they delighted me as I squeezed and repositioned them as far as her rotting flesh would allow without ripping. I pushed too hard and a great red seam opened beneath her bosom. I tenderly pulled her tit back down to where it belonged and whispered tenderly, "I’m sorry, my darling." I started to cry for the injury I’d caused her. I suddenly became aware that the elixir was within easy reach. Part of my brain screamed at me to take a sip, but at the same time, I was of a mind to ignore it. Certainly, no one ever planned to spend their one precious night with Dana, the Lizard Bitch having sex with a rotting cadaver, but since that was the activity I happened to be engaged in at that moment, I was reluctant to stop. No. More than that. I was desperate to continue. No act of sex had ever held more urgency for me. And I knew I would be cumming shortly. It started building up in my loins like an over-revving engine just before someone popped the clutch. So urgent was I to cum as deep as possible, that I pushed my upper body off her and put all my weight against her loins. Her rotted flesh gave way as I pushed the opening of her vagina up almost to her naval. This compression of her lower body forced a stream of liquid from inside her, down along my penis and out. I heard another squishing noise and could feel the maggots cavorting in our joined pubic patches. I felt the muscles in my groin squeeze hard to shower her insides with my ejaculate. As before, the cumming lasted longer than in real life, and my supply of jizm was unending. I collapsed against her, still cumming, still pressing hard against her. I felt the warm semen flowing back out along the shaft of my erection, washing away more maggots. Shortly after, I felt the puddle of it when it reached my thighs. I got up as before and looked. It was not your average semen. It was a dull yellow, almost green, and maggots floated and squirmed in it. And when, minutes later, my orgasm was through, I began fucking again. I couldn’t help it, so great was my passion for her. The elixir was there, within easy reach, but I still refused it. I didn’t mind that she was dead because my love for her transcended even death, and my passion for her could not be denied simply because she was deteriorating in such an aromatic way. My need to copulate with her, to be in her, to hold her and to pump against what was left; it was all so great that even the sickening stench of her flesh was no deterrent to my continued attentions. But then I looked at her face and at first I thought my eyes were playing tricks on me. I blinked and realized her whole face was moving. Hundreds of tiny hills and valleys formed and disappeared in her facial skin as the maggots toiled below the surface. I looked at her fine, blue body and saw it was the same. The girl’s skin was little more than a bag full of larvae, now, and the end was at hand. I had to hold her and to love her and to fuck her while she was still as I had always known her. My thrusts became faster and more urgent because I was losing her. I felt myself sinking into her and realized her body could no longer support my weight. I supported myself on my forearms and knees and continued this final act of love. I saw her collapse like a dead star. Her skin was a balloon that had lost all its air. There was nothing left to fuck. Her skin was there, but flat on the floor. I looked down and saw that my penis was still inside her vagina, and that my erection was holding that portion of her skin off the floor. I reached down and peeled her vagina off my penis like a condom. I closed my eyes and fell on her. The dream had changed again, only slightly. Instead of her skin, I landed on her bones which hadn’t been there before. I was lying in a pool of my own jizm, and of course the maggots who celebrated their feast swam all about. I suffered an enormous sense of loss. I reached for the elixir. Apparently, my drinking the elixir too early and then too late had thrown me off course, somehow. Instead of finding myself in a sexual situation, I found myself - as myself - only thin and starved, the way I would have looked if I’d been a prisoner on Loban Four. I was emaciated, and naked, and I was masturbating. I was on a stage in a huge opera house and the standing-room- only crowd was cheering and laughing at me. This time, the laughter was clear, very real, and humiliating. The orchestra had put down their instruments to laugh at me, too, as I kept my own beat. I looked all about the audience, up at the two balconies and at the people in the boxes. They were in evening gowns and tuxedos and they laughed at me as I continued to stand there, bent over, drooling and masturbating. I started giggling like an imbecile and my embarrassment was beyond sanity. I could no more stop giggling than I could stop masturbating, and the drool cascaded off my chin to confirm that I was an idiot. The table with the elixir was way over downstage right. I moved over toward it in a hobbling, agitated fashion that made the audience laugh even louder. I was desperate to reach the elixir to make this worst of all dreams go away. But a nagging suspicion told me that this was no dream; that everything I did was subject to the laughter of the men and women, dressed in their finest formal attire, who cheered my humiliating performance. When the creamy white solution started making pathetic little arcs in weak little spasms that I could hardly feel, the audience stood up and cheered and laughed even more derisively. I slipped on my own ejaculate and that started them up again. It was painful landing on that hard floor with nothing but my bony elbows to catch me. Just because I had cum didn’t mean I could stop masturbating. Indeed, now I felt compelled to reach all the way around myself and stick my fingers up my emaciated ass. They laughed and I laughed too, against my will because I wanted nothing more than to die at that moment. It was so difficult walking with my one hand beating on my pathetic erection and the other poking up my anus, but I finally reached the table with the elixir, and, as the audience began booing, I was able to take one hand away from its assigned activity (I don’t remember which.) and grab the glass. I was with a woman, but all I could see of her was her anus. My mouth was against her vagina and I was sucking again, and she was sucking me. It was wonderful, but so great was my embarrassment from before that I couldn’t really get into it. She stopped sucking me and I heard her say, "Don’t worry, Darling. I’ll never tell." So I put my face back to her crotch and began getting back in the mood. This was what I had paid for, after all, and this act of mutual oral gratification was worth every unit. But the elixir didn’t last long. I had closed my eyes for an instant and when I opened them, I saw her ass was not the adorable little puckered thing I had been nuzzling with my nose, but it had become the wrinkled, flabby butt of a huge old woman. Her vagina tasted like stale urine and her anus was hairy and dappled with bits and chunks of shit, some old and dried; some fresh and wet, and none of it healthy. Indeed, the whole length and depth of her crack was encrusted with a dark brown sludge. I screamed and fought to get out from under her but I couldn’t move. Further, she was doing something with her teeth and it hurt like hell. I screamed for help. "Just take a sip of the elixir, Darling," she said calmly as she went back to masticating my member. Another sip, and she was phenomenal! And so we continued making love to each other’s genitals and I pulled a pillow under my head to get more comfortable, and then I closed my eyes and enjoyed the flavors of her healthy young vulva. I knew now to expect surprises but the next one bothered me a lot. Not like the one on stage at the opera house, but... Well, while I was sucking and enjoying that most delicious twat, something changed, and it changed without my noticing. I suddenly woke up with the realization that I had been sucking on a penis for quite some time. I gagged and tried to remove it, but it was no dice. Whoever that guy was, he was stronger than me and he wasn’t about to let me stop fellating him. He was fellating me at the same time, and I quickly noticed the difference. Or maybe it was just that I was so distressed to be engaged in this situation. I came in his mouth, despite myself, and when I was done, I could feel him kissing my thighs, my penis, my balls and my lower belly. It was so upsetting to be treated this way by a man, but I couldn’t stop sucking on him. He rolled off to the side, and I could have escaped, but once again, I found myself acting against my nature. I rolled with him and worked to contain his erection in my mouth as he rolled and stood up. I climbed up to my knees. I brought my hands around him and squeezed his muscular cheeks and pulled him in harder against my face. I remember thinking this is nuts! The revulsion I should have felt while I was screwing the cadaver I really did feel as I sucked off this... this.... Male! And it wasn’t just a tip of the iceberg kind of blow job, either. I was taking it all and he was huge. By instinct, I relaxed the muscles of my throat and felt him push his member several inches down inside. Insanely, I thought I must teach this technique to my wife when I get home, not that she’d have to take much more than usual. The very thought of faggotry has always repulsed me. I shot my eyes up and saw his face high above me. He was grimacing and I knew that meant he was close to orgasm. I panicked! I had never tasted semen before, and I didn’t want to taste it now. I squealed a protest, but I was unable to stop fellating him. He looked down and said, "Don’t worry, Honey. I’ll pull out just before I cum." Where had I heard that line before? And why was it no surprise when I suddenly felt the hot liquid spurting into my mouth? The taste was a new sensation to me and it was no treat! It was so unnatural for a man to have the cum of another man in his mouth. I tried to pull my face back, or at least to stop holding him in my lips. I desperately wanted to spit. Instead, I swallowed. I swallowed it all, involuntarily, and I had thoughts of suicide and murder on my mind, and despite everything, I was careful not to clench down with my teeth as I constricted my throat to get the stuff down. A few drops spilled out over my chin and I swept the liquid back in my mouth with my finger. Clearly, I was not in control. When it was over, I pouted, "You promised!" Was that my voice? Was I one of those girlish boys now? Why not? Everything else had happened to me. Why wouldn’t I be the stereotypical effeminate faggot envisioned by gay bashers all across the explored galaxy? He reached down and said, "I’m sorry, Honey. But you’re so good at it, I just couldn’t help myself." "Oh, I am so sure!" I replied with all the tepid loathing I could muster. "Now roll over, Honey. You know what’s next." A shiver of anticipation shot right up my spine and it was so tingly! I looked for the elixir as he rolled me over, but couldn’t find it. I protested that I didn’t want to do it, but he was so much stronger than I was, and somehow I didn’t seem to be protesting very loudly. I was prone on the floor and I felt his fingers at my anus. He was preparing me with some kind of lubrication and I just wanted to die. The next thing I knew, he was pressing his huge, beautiful member right up my little ass! It was divine! I mean, it was awful and if I said it was divine, it was just the elixir because this whole thing was totally unlike me. And besides, it hurt! I felt him cum and part of me was revolted. Another part was grateful it was over, and another part was just a tad disappointed. He reached down and kissed me on the cheek. He had to move my hair to reach it, and I suddenly realized my hair had grown a couple of feet! He withdrew from my anus and gently turned me on my back and we kissed and despite all my expected revulsion, I took his tongue happily and touched his rough cheek with my fingertips. He was so handsome, and when he put his fingertips on my tummy, I thrilled. His hand started moving up my side and when he approached my breast, I instinctively caught his wrist to stop him. He stopped kissing me, smiled, and then pushed up over my breast, against my will, though I didn’t really try very hard to stop him. And when he began kissing me again, I realized that I had breasts like a woman, and that I desired this man the way a woman would desire a man, and when I did a quick, surreptitious body check - sure enough! I had reached down to feel my own penis, and found none at all. I ran my finger against my own labia, and inserted my own finger. I remember thinking, So that’s how it feels! He was so strong and held me with such authority and I let his hands go wherever they wanted. Somewhere in my brain, I kept protesting, but majority ruled that night, and he ruled me! We stopped kissing and I hugged him to my breast and whispered, "Oh, Darling," and he pulled himself gently from under my arms and began kissing my nipples, and my tummy, and then I opened my knees so he could kiss my inner thighs. He teased me for a while and I was just about to complain when he anticipated me and put his warm tongue over my labia, and stroked upward, hard and long. I shivered and caught my breath and my tummy tickled. He began nuzzling in against me, nibbling and licking and blowing cool air and then warming with his tongue. He pressed his tongue inside and tasted me, and made love to my loins with his face. I felt his fingers enter and I wondered if I were still a virgin. You know. I was a brand new woman, after all. Anyway, I felt the heat of orgasm building within me and I clamped my thighs about his ears, trying to make him stop and held his head tight against me with my hands so he couldn’t stop! I thrust my hips against his face as the waves of my first feminine orgasm rushed over me. When it ebbed, and I lay there with the warm glow, breathing deep, but not hard, he smiled at me. It was more of a smirk than a smile. He knew what he had done to me and was gloating about it. Men! But I hadn’t the energy to protest, and so he began licking me again. "No, Darling," I said meekly. I didn’t want him to continue but he continued against my will, and then it became my will that he continue... But he stopped! "Oh, don’t stop!" I breathed. But he just smirked at me with that handsome, rough face, and began crawling up my body, and I realized we were about to make love. I pulled my knees back and invited him to make himself comfortable. I was frightened because it occurred to me that I might really be a virgin, and they say it hurts the first time. I wasn’t a virgin. Oh, no. The long shaft slid in easily and I heard and felt myself gasp in appreciation. He was gloating again, and I didn’t care. From somewhere, I heard a squeal of delight and then I realized I was the one who sounded it. He was deep inside me, but he wasn’t moving. I swallowed and looked up at his gloating smile. That part of me that was still male wanted to punch his lights out for his contempt, but the part of me that was female - that is - most of me; and especially that part of me that was desperate to be serviced.... That part didn’t care that he was gloating at all. No, not at all. "Please, Darling," I heard myself whisper. "Please, what?" he asked with his adorable grin. "Please," I begged. "Please, what?" he repeated. "Go ahead. Say it!" Then I understood. Men! So I said it, soft and seductive. "Please fuck me, Darling. Please fuck me now." And he did. I felt his massive hips rocking and enjoyed the new sensation of penetration. Once in a while, his muscular thighs would force my legs wider apart, and I had an irrational thought; I thought, Who the hell is he to push me around like that? But then I let it drop and enjoyed the sensation of being dominated by this man. In the beginning, we kissed as he thrust gently inside me, but as our passions increased, the kissing stopped and the sheer animal desire for procreation led us on without our brains. We rolled about on the floor. I sat atop him and I did the thrusting as he cupped my tits. He pushed me over and forced me on my knees and pushed my head down and I didn’t protest when he entered my vagina from behind. But when I was about to achieve orgasm, I protested for the first time. "Please, Darling," I said. "I want to face you." So he pulled out and put me on my back, and I spread my legs and he began copulating with me again. This time, the orgasm lasted several minutes, and it was followed by a few more. And when we were totally used up, he collapsed on me and I had just enough energy to touch his face before I let my arm fall to the bed. We were in a bed now! No real surprise, but I hadn’t noticed it before. He was asleep. I had my eyes closed, but I was no where close to being tired. I heard his regular breathing and though I loved him, he was getting heavy. I pushed him over gently, and was surprised by how soft and small his shoulder was, and how lightly he moved. I opened my eyes and saw that I was in the arms of a beautiful woman. Now I was confused, but she smiled so sweetly that I smiled back. I did another surreptitious check and discovered I was still a female. A lesbian! Of course! Dana, the Lizard Bitch was giving me the whole enchilada. Now I was a dike. But with this woman, and with me as female, the word "dike" became offensive to me. We snuggled together, naked in the bed. She whispered things to me and I whispered back and we kissed. As a male, I had been offended by my sex with another male. I had no such objection to holding this woman, though. I wondered if it was because I really was a male in a woman’s body - for that night, at least - or if I had just become reconciled to sex with any gender, under any circumstances. After all, I had paid a lot of money for this, and it was only right that I should enjoy it. And I did. She kissed me and pulled away smiling. I was tempted to kiss her, but something held me back. I thought I heard laughter again, and I was nervous. She whispered, "It’s all right. We belong here. Everything is perfect." She was right. We hugged and snuggled and she kissed me again. I felt her hand cupping my breast. I took a chance. I leaned forward and kissed her. Not only was it the right thing to do, but her mouth opened to accept my tongue. I felt her hand release my breast and move down my body. I followed her example and soon we were massaging each other’s vulva. There was more caressing than usual with a man and a woman, or with a man and a man. We explored each other’s body with our hands and lips and I knew that as a male I would have been impatient, but as a woman, the tactile sensations of her hands, body and lips were more important to me than any sex act we could engage in. For a long while, that is. Little by little, our bodies relocated themselves so that I was using her thigh as a pillow and she used my thigh in a similar manner. I was a woman, kissing the vulva of another woman, and my own vulva was being kissed in turn, and by a woman. We performed mutual cunnilingus on each other, but then we took turns. We took great pains to be sure that all of our attentions were for no other purpose than to satisfy each other’s sexual requirements more thoroughly than any man in his ignorance could ever possibly do. I saw her nose in my pubic patch and felt her tongue, and as a woman, she knew just where to kiss and lick and touch. And she knew how to carry my orgasm to it’s greatest pitch. And then we snuggled again, lying in each other’s arms, our legs comfortably entangled. We were spent, and tired, and I reached over to her mouth and kissed her sweetly, touching her breast with my fingertips, and at that moment I remembered that I hadn’t had a sip of the elixir in a very long time. That thought frightened me. I looked around to see where it was, and in so doing, I broke that dream and found myself in another one. I was standing now. I tried to see my girlfriend, but she was gone. I saw the glass on a table. I ran for it and was about to take a sip when I heard a rough voice order, "Put that down!" In an instinctive fear, I put the glass down on the table quickly, obediently. I was terrified. As the man who hired Dana, the Lizard Bitch, I knew exactly where I was and why, but the person I had become didn’t know anything at all. I looked at myself and saw I was still a female. I was wearing a short blue skirt and a white blouse. A summer outfit. A quick peek showed I was wearing a bra. I pulled at my hair and found I was a blonde. I was wearing no shoes. I had bruises on my legs and arms. All this was in an instant after the man ordered me to put down the glass. I looked and saw the rough man who had entered the room. He was in a dirty T-shirt and blue jeans. He was in his forties and he had a weathered face like a workman accustomed to outside toil. And when he advanced towards me, my whole body fired up in fear and I shrank away from him with a dull sense of hopelessness, because I knew I was going to be beaten and raped. I knew it because I recognized the man. This man had raped before, in this very room. I knew that I was a teenager, a virgin, and that his penis was enormous. I pleaded with him. "Please," I said, but I could hear my voice and I knew instinctively that my pleading only acted to excite him. And when he grabbed my arm and twisted it, I knew my pain was his pleasure. He hit me and I went down and then I felt my clothes being ripped from my body. I had been a female only a short while, but already I knew that I had to hide my breasts from his view. I was naked. I tried to crawl away but he grabbed me and flipped me over on my back. I tried to curl up into a ball but he had my wrists. I screamed and he hit me again. He whispered that if I made another sound, he would kill me, and I knew he would because a short while before, I would have killed that other girl; that other girl who was now me. He forced my thighs apart and had my wrists pinned tight and painful against the wood floor and I thought I remembered there being a carpet, and then I remembered remembering that before. With my wrists pinned and my legs wide apart, I never felt so completely naked; so completely exposed before. Even as the imbecile masturbating on the stage in front of the packed opera house, I hadn’t felt so exposed. They could laugh at me, but they couldn’t kill me. Or rape me. I glanced down and saw that enormous penis; the one I had used earlier when I was the rapist, and not the rapee. I knew the pleasure a man could provide, but I knew this time I was a virgin and that monster in his hand, aimed at my vagina, was not for making love. His organ was a weapon, designed for rape and nothing else. And now, I felt it at my crotch. He had lubricated me with some spittle on his fingers, but it wasn’t nearly enough. When his dry member entered my dry vagina, the pain was more than I could comprehend. I turned my head to the side with my mouth opened wide. I tried to scream with the pain, but no sound came out. I think I blacked out for a moment. I remember I couldn’t look at him. I knew he was grinning because I remembered grinning, but I couldn’t bring myself to look at him. My distress was his victory. I could feel my blood acting as a vile lubricant as he proceeded with the rape. He grabbed my breast and squeezed it so hard and then he bit the nipple and I knew it would never heal completely. If he managed to leave the nipple attached to my body, I knew it would be forever mangled and that it would be a constant reminder of this moment when my humiliation was the only thing greater than my pain. There was nothing private for me. As he stroked in and out of my unwilling body, I noticed that the sensation of intercourse was new to me. I knew I had made love only a short while earlier as a woman to a man, but now I was a virgin and had never felt a penis before. I twisted and writhed but still he kept pumping away at me. And then I felt the hot fluid making the damn thing slippery for the first time. The monster’s seed was inside me. I knew that no amount of washing would clean his filth from my most intimate parts. And I knew I was ovulating. The age-old question regarding the morality of abortion may never be decided by the societies of the inhabited galaxy, but in my family it was decided long ago. That sixteen-year-old girl who was me at that time and during that rape, had a father who would never allow abortion, even if it meant I had to deliver the baby of this monster. The man pulled out and began kicking me, and I saw the elixir and somehow, I was able to drink it without him stopping me. The dream changed even as I heard an audience somewhere in the distance laughing and cheering. I shuddered. I felt a gentle hand on my shoulder. I gasped and turned to see a handsome young man smiling at me. He was muscular and he was naked. I took a quick, embarrassed look down and confirmed that I was still a woman. Then I took a quick, embarrassed look and confirmed that he was erect in my honor, and in my direction. I blushed. I wanted it, and he knew I wanted it. We moved to the bed and we kissed for several moments before his hand gently pushed my thigh to the side. I was completely ready and his entry was without distress. I clenched my teeth with a joyful grimace, my eyes closed and a tear dripped out. Our copulation was as pleasant and relaxed as the rape had been distressing. It was love again, like that other time with that other male lover, only there was no talking this time, and it was more gentle. I closed my eyes in a joyful sigh and when I opened them, there was another man. He was handsome, too, but he had dark hair and a beard. It tickled when we kissed. I closed my eyes again and was not surprised to find another man on top of me. He was black and passionate and my milky skin contrasted so beautifully against his ebony. When I closed my eyes again, I found another man, and another, and another. And each one of them had a different body and a different penis, and every penis was angled a little differently, some larger some smaller, and some even smaller than the humble member I had attached when I first entered this room. Every penis was a joy to my female body. The men played with my nipples, and tickled my ears with their tongues and we kissed, and each time I found a new man above me, the love was even greater. And then I remembered the elixir. I was a little distressed to see it was just out of reach. I had enough experience by now to know that wasn’t good. I looked at the face of the man who was fucking me, and realized it was my dentist; the one who did my dental work when I was a child. He hadn’t changed. He was still old and still had bad breath. He leered at me. He knew who I was and I was humiliated. He had no business being so familiar with the daughter of his golf partner. I closed my eyes and when I opened them again, it was my father’s pastor. I was almost as angry as I was embarrassed. I thought, this is a man of God! I wondered, How is it that I agreed to get laid by this ancient friend of the family? He came just as I closed my eyes. When I opened them, there above me was my worst fear. "Daddy!" I cried. He looked at me with those stern eyes that always made me feel submissive and said, "Don’t ever tell your mother," and I said meekly, "Yes, Daddy." As he continued to drive home his pelvic thrusts, I closed my eyes to make him go away. But he was still there when I opened my eyes again. I tried closing my eyes again, but it didn’t work. I reached for the elixir, but he grabbed my arm. "Now, now, Baby," he said as he had so many times before while trying to calm my distress. "Daddy knows what’s best for his little girl." I could see my body and I knew I was young. Very young. My breasts were only little nubs and my pubic patch was thin, light and fine. When I spoke, my voice was that of a young teen. That part of my brain that knew things, knew that this was not the first time my father had committed incest with me. My young vagina was accustomed to the older man’s entrance and I was experienced enough to understand what was happening. I knew that this man would whip me with his belt if I were to resist him, and I knew that as much as I dreaded the belt, so much did I enjoy the sex. And I knew he didn’t want me to enjoy it. He wanted me to be obedient to his will, and nothing more. It was important to keep my enjoyment a secret. I swallowed hard as the motion of his hips took my breath away. I was desperate for him not to know I was so horny. He had said he knew what was best for me, and I answered, "Yes, Daddy." My voice betrayed my heightened sensitivity. "Now give your Daddy a kiss," he said as he thrust in again and again. "Yes, Daddy," I said obediently, and I reached up and kissed him on the cheek. "No, no," he scolded. "On the lips." "Yes, Daddy." I reached up and gave him a girlish kiss with tightly closed lips. I made a smacking noise as I fell away. "No, no," he said with pique. "I mean like this." He turned his head and put his lips on mine and I felt his tongue work its way into my mouth. We kissed like that for several moments as he continued to fuck me, and he pawed over my breasts and twisted me over so he could run his hand over my ass, and when he was done kissing me, he smiled down at me. "That’s how I want you to kiss me. Understand?" "Yes, Daddy," I replied obediently, still trying to hide my aroused condition from him. "But only when your mother is not around. Understand?" "Yes, Daddy." "Good," he said with a fatherly smile and a little pinch of my nipple. "Now," he said as though presenting a pupil with a spot quiz, "give your Daddy a kiss." I opened my mouth and kissed him just as he showed me. I took his head in my two young hands and pulled his mouth hard against mine and it excited him to a faster, harder intercourse. It excited me, too. The kiss lasted several moments until I felt the glory of an orgasm beginning to dominate my stomach and thighs. I fell away from him and tried not to gasp. "What’s the matter, Sweetheart?" he asked with fatherly concern. "Nothing." I managed to say it in a voice that somewhat approximated normal speech. It was essential that he not discover that I was cumming. He wouldn’t approve. My whole body shuddered and he looked at me curiously with a furrowed brow. "What’s wrong, Kitty?" As the hot flaring in my loins tried to pull my heart from its linkages, I said, "Nothing, Daddy." But he knew I was lying. He could see it in the way my body was shuddering, and my voice was straining, and my face had turned so hard with the power of it all. He got angry. He slapped my face hard and called me a slut and I was crying because I loved my Daddy and didn’t want him to think I was a bad girl. I reached for the elixir. But it was gone! No more! My father was gone. All my lovers were gone. I was back to normal. Almost. I was... Well, I was still a female, but I was rather flat chested with a rather unimpressive ass. In fact, I was the woman I remembered as my wife. I looked around and saw Dana, the Lizard Bitch standing in the corner, only now the elixir was all gone and I saw her - or rather, him - as he really was. The wine they made me drink in the receptionist’s office had fooled me into seeing him as a rather attractive woman with a gorgeous body. The venom had increased the deception, but now the deception was gone, and Dana, the Lizard Bastard was hovering over me, menacingly. He had the head of a dinosaur; not one of those sharp meat eaters, but the dull look of a large herbivore. He walked on four legs, though the front legs were very long so he walked almost erect. His tail shot up and out from behind and swished about sharply and menacingly. And he was covered with scales. Where I had seen her as about half human before, I now saw him as total beast. His scales were a dull olive drab, and his tongue was a raspy whip. He approached me, and I said, "It’s over! The elixir is gone. I only have to switch back into my husband and I’ll be going." Dana, the Lizard Bastard paid no attention. I looked around for my husband’s clothes. I saw my wife’s clothes, but Dana, the Lizard Bastard prevented me from getting them. "It’s over," I repeated, but the vile creature had me and I realized suddenly that it was far from over. I saw a slit in the monster’s crotch. It was slowly pulling away to the sides and a pink organ began to emerge. The lizard pushed me back on the bed and quickly had my legs apart. I protested, "You don’t have to do this. I got my money’s worth and I want to go home! Just change me back into a man and I’ll go." Then, I realized the lizard couldn’t talk. He was a lizard. As the ugly face came closer, I tried to squirm away from it, tossing my head left and right, but I suddenly felt his paw on the side of my face, and the claws were sharp and threatening. I knew if I tried to turn my face again, those claws would rip the flesh off my face. The raspy whip tongue flicked across my face and before I knew it, it was in my mouth. And the pink member was in my vagina. And his tail was up my ass! His tail was tucked under and between his own legs, and it had simply slithered in through my sphincter! And Dana, the Lizard Bastard began pumping away at me. He was cold; colder than any other time and his whole body was about me. I realized that of all my adventures the previous night, the only one I hadn’t experienced that I could think of then - was the act I was engaged in now: Bestiality! The tongue wedged in and about and between my lips and it felt like a fine sandpaper. His pink organ was not large and it didn’t fill me up the way so many of the men had earlier, but the scales of his crotch played havoc with my clitoris and little by little, I began enjoying the sensation. His tail was a little disconcerting. It was pointed and looked sharp, and now it was up my ass. I could feel the tip exploring my large intestine, and pushing its way in deeper. His thighs pushed my legs further apart and I could feel the almost cutting sharpness of his scales on the bottoms of my thighs. It was painful, and I pulled my knees up higher to protect my legs, and to provide him with easier entry. His paw covered my little breast and I could feel the claws on my chest, above my nipple. If he wasn’t careful, he would impale me with them, but that danger only made me more excited. He brought his big, dull, reptilian head down to my other breast and began rasping against the nipple and aureole with his dull, flat teeth. Then he sucked it. He brought his head back up and this time I opened my mouth wide even before he could kiss me. His green face with its dull green eyes was about six inches above me and rather than lowering down to kiss me, he slowly extended his tongue out. It was tapered to a sharp point, like his tale. I saw it coming toward my mouth, and I left my mouth open for him. He touched my tongue with his, and then he began caressing the inside of my mouth with it. Then, he lowered his face and we kissed as that tongue went down my throat and began thrusting in counterpoint to his penis and tail. He was strong enough to lift me and to continue fucking me in three orifices at once, all with no apparent effort. My mouth sucked his tongue greedily, my vagina took in his member happily, and my ass had never felt so erotic. (Stupid me had always assumed it was just for shitting.) And so he stood there on his two hind legs, holding me aloft in his arms, fucking me in three orifices at once, and I just stayed there, enjoying him, and wondering what was next. When I came, it was not like before. It began as usual, but it grew slowly. I became impatient and rubbed my vulva against his groin to speed things along, but it didn’t work. He was in complete control. He simply plunged in again and again, deep with his tongue, his dick and his tail. Meanwhile, my orgasm still eluded me, though the preliminary tension continued to build. I tried to squeal but his tongue filled my mouth. I don’t know how I was breathing, but I was. I tried to relax and then I tried to fight him. Nothing worked. His huge, muscular body just put me in my place and continued to bring me up, higher and higher, hotter and hotter, more and more urgently. I was screaming through our sealed lips and about his deep, long tongue, and still that orgasm grew slowly like a cancer. It enveloped my loins. The heat radiated well up into my stomach and down my inner thighs. I wanted it to be over. I was in tears. I wasn’t sure it was a good thing. My breasts and calves were involved in it now, and the heat in my groin was greater than ever. I felt I was going fusion. My brain was throbbing and losing coherence. And still, the monster calmly fucked me without concern or even apparent interest in my condition. My body shook uncontrollably. I felt like a white-hot bar of steel were broiling my insides. I would have bitten off his tongue but my teeth were clenched against his own teeth. I felt either his or my teeth would have to break in another moment, but he didn’t seem to notice as his tongue continued to bring my larynx to orgasm, and his tail brought my anus to orgasm, too. There were orgasms going on all through my body, singly and in pairs, locally and universally. But it was in my cunt that I rejoiced the most. That was where the fire raged hottest. That was where the most important tendrils radiated from. It was there that the flames went fission and then fusion and the pain and joy of it reached the magical state of a singularity and my brain exploded. And still, the orgasm grew brighter. My vagina began pulsing and squeezing and then my whole body followed suit and little by little, the climax was attained and I began the long, slow decent down the other side. My brain was gone to suds on a beach, hissing and waiting for the next wave. My heart began beating again, and I felt the unexpected pleasure of air as I began breathing again. It was several moments before I could create a coherent thought. The monster withdrew his tongue from my mouth. He slid an alarming length of tail from my anus. The little pink member was all defused and tucked away safely behind his scaly flaps. But he still held me. My legs hung limply now, straight down. It was a little uncomfortable, but he gently put me on the bed. I was on my back, and he stood on the side and hovered over me, examining me with his dull reptilian eyes. I smiled at him and caressed his ugly face. I closed my eyes and sighed, and when I opened them again, I half expected to find someone else above me. After all, that had happened so many times during that previous night. But no. The elixir was gone. The dream was over. The monster that had fucked me was still hideous to behold, and still I caressed him, wishing he could be mine forever, hideous and wonderful, ugly and sublime. And though the dream was over, I had the disquieting feeling that it wasn’t quite over. Not yet. And that it never would be. For one thing, I was still a woman. I remembered entering as a man. I remembered my whole life before that night as a man. And yet now, even though the session was over, I was female. More specifically, I was my wife! I got dressed in my wife’s clothes. They were right there where I remembered putting my husband’s clothes the night before. I got on the shuttle, landed on the host planet and found my hotel. And there I was. Me! I was standing a few yards away and I was not smiling. I knew me well enough to know that I would hide my disappointment if my wife were to go off with a reptilian gigolo for a whole evening of extra-marital sex. "Was it all you hoped it would be, Darling," he - or I - asked, and I remember thinking he was such a good husband to allow me to hire Dana, the Lizard Bastard, despite his jealousy and misgivings. Many men wouldn’t allow their wives such liberties. I know I was a man, once. I remember it, but no one else does. Everyone remembers me always as a female. I think back to my childhood and every episode is as a boy. I remember my youth, and I was a callow young man. I dressed in a tuxedo to marry the woman I find myself to be these days. I remember all of it. And yet, when I look at photographs from earlier days, I see a little girl, a young woman, and a blushing bride in a white gown with an empire bodice, elbow- length gloves and a Juliet Cap. When I see photos of my husband, I protest that those are me! Then we argue, I get upset, we kiss and make up, and then make love. Yes. Before my night with Dana, the Lizard Bastard, my husband and I - or the other way around, as I remember it - used to make love maybe once or twice a month, if that. Lying in the same bed, we rarely touched. Now, we go to bed and hold each other dearly every night, and we make love at least three or four times a week. Sometimes, more often. And it’s all right. I remember every act of sex and every crime that took place that night with Dana, the Lizard Bitch/Bastard, and I know our love making is of little merit compared with those episodes, and yet I think I prefer my husband’s attentions more than anything that happened that night. I made sex with the Lizard and the Lizard has become, for me, the definition of sex. But my husband is love - I know this is getting sappy, but bear with me. I love him, even if he is a little confused about what gender he’s supposed to be, and that’s fine. And though life with him is very good, there is one more rather disturbing after-effect from my night with Dana, the Lizard Bastard that rankles me. Every time my husband and I begin to make love, I have this feeling that someone is watching; lots of people, and that they’re all laughing. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 37