[b][u][center]A Perverted Companion For Nataraj By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b] Working retail was never a good job for a young lizard. Nor an old one, for that matter, or a middle-aged one. Lizards in general were just not suited for it, regularly growing bored, sad, or otherwise depressed at the repetitive activity. And the lack of feet, Nataraj would say. The lack of bare soles to stare at was definitely a deficit of the job. He walked home from the superstore with a bit of a kink in his hips, feeling a soreness creeping into his spine that he had felt a number of times before. Another sinking feeling of being pushed too far, another annoying day where everything had been either too slow or a horrendous rush, and no end of it in sight. [i]I should get out of there…[/i] The lizard had thought that so many times, and every time he had felt like he should do something. However, every time that he came close to making a decision, he just felt it shrinking further and further away until there was no possible way for him to reach for it. He’d gotten so used to it that the decision and the shrinking away happened almost simultaneously, these days. He sighed, carrying his shoes over his shoulder as he crossed the street, stepping onto the sidewalk that led down to the little suburb where he called home. His toes curled against the sidewalk from time to time, leaving little sweaty footprints on the asphalt before it evaporated away. A glance to the side showed the convoy of cars that were leaving the store, his coworkers and the last of the customers heading off towards the other side of town. Not even an offer of a lift, this time. He sighed again. Not too surprising. He would just walk home again. # Nataraj flopped on the couch as soon as he got through the door, groaning as he rolled onto his stomach. He stared at the dragon-head poster on the ceiling, gesturing up at it. “Oh dragon gods, have pity on a poor lizard and grant him a drink without having to walk for it?” There was no response, as ever. Nataraj kept staring at the poster for a few more seconds before groaning and flopping his head back. “Fiiiiiine. Once more into the breach. Once more, the unhappy lizard fends for himself.” He got up, trudging towards the kitchen. It was barely a kitchen, really, more of a nook that had a fridge jammed into the corner and - thankfully - still stuffed full of little drinks. Fruit juice, mostly, which he opened and poured down his throat until the bottle was empty. He tossed it out and got another before returning to the couch, flopping onto it again before staring up at the poster once more. It was the head of a big black dragon, one that stared down with wise-looking white eyes. He’d picked it up at a convention. Or at a LARP. He wasn’t sure which, anymore, but it had been in his house for over five years now. It was faded, but it still looked over him. Or at least, it felt like it did. Heavens knew he gave it enough perverted shows as offerings to keep it interested. Nataraj sipped at his juice, staring at the dragon and shaking his head. “Oh, dragon god, please, give me some comfort. Some respite,” he said in his teasing fancy ways. “Allow me the chance to live with some comfort for a change. Something to take away the -” “You are a very talkative lizard, aren’t you?” “...” Looking from the slight smirk on the poster that most definitely hadn’t been there before to the bottle in his hand, Nataraj poked the drink a few times before looking back up once more. “Uh, dragon god? Did you see who happened to switch my fruit juice for happy juice? Because, uh, I don’t think you should be talking.” “Normally, no, but these are special circumstances.” “I'm not dying, am I? My mother always told me that if I kept the heat cranked up too high that I’d die of heatstroke. But what can I do? I am just a poor, tired lizard.” “A lizard that is in desperate need of a companion, from the looks of things.” Nataraj looked around the room. It was something of a mess, though not the worst room that he had ever seen. Everything was clean, at least, though nothing was in its proper place. Blankets were strewn everywhere, and there were at least two cats that called the place home as much as he did. He said at least two because they periodically bred and then he had to find home for the kittens. Not easy when he had to find homes for his own when he got himself all worked up with anxiety, but that was neither here nor there. “I don’t think that there’s a companion that wants to live in a place like this.” “I don’t know. I’ve seen it be better. And a lot worse.” “You are actually there, right? I’m not imagining things?” “Maybe it would help if I...stepped down from on high.” The dragon’s face suddenly disappeared, replaced by a large, black-scaled foot that pressed against the edge of the poster. It seemed to stretch, pushing down, down, down, like a sheet of plastic wrap between him and the dark-scaled sole, and Nataraj’s eyes went wider by the second as he stared at the impossible event. [i]Whatever I’m drinking, I’m buying more of it. Even if this is a hallucination…[/i] Finally, the dragon’s foot popped free, and a powerful wave of musk popped free with it. The lizard fell back, his head rolling about on his neck a few times as he breathed it in and let out a long whistle. “Wooooow...And I thought...wow…” “Hang on a second. The portal hole between heaven and earth isn’t exactly big. And I put on a bit of weight since the last time I came through.” “Take your time. Take your - cough - wow.” Not that the lizard minded the strong smell. It was different from the few people that he had invited home in the past, certainly, but it was a good one, a strong, foot-focused scent that made him feel safe and welcome. Kinda like he wanted to just nuzzle beneath those soles and settle in comfortably. Finally, a second foot joined the first, and then the legs that they were attached to. The lizard resisted the temptation to grab them and pull them down, particularly once he could see what else they were attached to. [i]Yummy…[/i] The lizard waited as patiently as a lizard could, and that was fairly patiently for something that was so hot descending upon the world. He sat there patiently, slowly drinking at his fruit juice until it was all gone from the bottle and then drinking a bit more from the empty air that was left inside. All the while, he watched the dragon slide more and more down from the heavens until - “Watch out below!” THUMP! The dragon hit the edge of the couch, his size making it swing down and push the lizard’s half up, almost like the couch had turned into a see-saw. Nataraj yelped, starting to go head-over-heels - “Gotcha!” Only to be caught by the dragon before he could go too far. He was still wide-eyed, still frozen as he was pulled down. The only thing that moved was his hand, crunching that little plastic bottle into nothing. When he was able to move again, he realized three things. First, he was sitting on the lap of a dragon that was at least two feet taller than him, and he had to look up to meet the dragon’s white eyes. Second, he was shaking from head to toe in a mixture of excitement and blind fear at the way the world wasn’t doing what it was supposed to do. Three, the dragon was naked. He decided to focus on number three. “Um...is that erection all for me?” Nataraj asked, blushing as he reached for the shaft behind him. “I mean, I know that you must have seen many offerings of my scaly butt, but -” “Heh, it’s for you.” “...Really?” Nataraj asked. “Yeah, really. I’m here for you,” the dragon said, wrapping one arm around the lizard and pulling him down. “Course, I have some ground rules, you know.” “...um, uh, sure.” He nodded. “Whatever. Let me hear them.” “One. No clothes once you get back from work. I want to see the lovely lizard that I’m living with, not the fashion choices that he makes, nice as they are.” “...Okay, that’s fine.” “Two, sex. Three times a day. No less.” “...Okay, I can do that too,” he said. “But, uh, maybe not -” “Foot fetish only. Maybe some transformation and inflation, too.” Nataraj’s jaw dropped. That...that was more than he had expected, to put it mildly, but he wasn’t going to contest that. “Three.” “Y-yes?” “Three good things about you every day,” the dragon said, smiling at him. “I want you to say three good things about yourself every day where I can hear them.” “...Why?” “Because if you do, then you earn a live-in scaly genie. How does that sound?” “...Pretty darn good, if I’m honest…” “Good. Now, why don’t you put those feet of yours to work? Traveling between dimensions is horny work.” [b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]