Lizardgirl(CYOA)

Tonight was Anon's day off. Exhausted from a week's worth of hard work, he decided to go out drinking alone, like the pitiful man he was. He took a seat at the far end of the dark, humid pub.

 

A few drinks in, Anon was approached by a rather tall woman. In a slurred, arrogant manner, the woman spoke. "Heey, wanna play a little game?"

 

Anon turned to reply, but was shocked by the appearance of his challenger. Before him stood a beautiful brunette, whose arms and legs were coated in pasty blue

scales. She wore a black tank-top and skirt, but her feet were bare.

 

Irritated, the girl grabbed poor Anon by the shirt. "I didn't come here for you to check me out. Are you gonna take me on, or do I need to move on?" She growled.

 

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"What do you have in mind?" Anon replied.

 

"Drinking contest. First person to pass out has to pay."

 

The idea of free booze pleased Anon. "You're on."

 

Time passed, and soon our poor Anon was at his limit. He glanced at his opponent, who, although swaying like a leaf in the breeze, still had that smug aura about her.

 

"Wazza matta? You 'bout 'ta drop?" She taunted.

 

"Oh, I'm only jus' gettin' started!" Anon cheered, downing the rest of his pint.

 

Without a word in response, the scale-clad girl fell out of her chair. Out cold, her body lay sprawled out on the dirty pub floor. Feeling pity for his fallen rival, Anon paid the tab with his own cash. Thankfully, the less humans get a discount at this particular pub.

 

Stumbling from his intoxication, anon carried the unconscious body into a taxi, and took her home. He left her on the couch, and went to bed.

 

He woke up the next morning in the scaly embrace of his rival.

 

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"Ma'am, might I ask why you're in here?"

 

"Am I not allowed to be here?"

 

"Not really."

 

"Why not?"

 

Anon paused for a moment, and then asked, "What will it take to make you leave?"

 

"I don't plan on leaving."

 

"Why's that?"

 

"Because I'm interested in you."

 

"You hardly know me."

 

"Then how about we get to know each other a little better?"

 

"I don't have the time for that. I've got a busy day ahead of me."

 

"Don't worry, I've already called your office. I told them that you were pretty sick. They thought your snoring was a terrible cough!"

 

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Anon mulled over his options. "What's your name?"

 

"Elizabeth."

 

"Well, Elizabeth, how would you like to spend this day?"

 

Elizabeth giggled. "It doesn't matter how we spend it: flirting, kissing, cuddling, fucking. I just want to spend time with you." She whispered.

 

"What's the catch?"

 

"There is no catch. I'm an innocent little girl, who wants a happy relationship, and maybe a few kids."

 

"So, a marriage?"

 

"If you're okay with it, yes."

 

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"Sure, you seem pretty determined. I don't see a reason to let all of that effort go to waste."

 

"In that case, what would you like to do?" Elizabeth asked, grinning.

 

"I think we should get you cleaned up. You've been through quite a bit."

 

"You want to wash me?!"

 

"Of course! We can't have you spreading dirt everywhere, can we?"

 

"Th-that's too embarrassing."

 

"I thought you didn't care how we spent today together."

 

"Just because I like you doesn't mean that I don't have pride! Here, I'll go take a quick shower. I'll be out in a sec, don't go anywhere, okay?" Elizabeth gets up, and heads toward the bathroom.

 

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Anon got out from under the covers, sat on the side of the bed, and waited patiently for Elizabeth's return. Eventually, Elizabeth emerged from the bathroom, wrapped in a towel. She took a seat next to him.

 

"All cleaned up!" Elizabeth proudly proclaimed.

 

"Is that so?"

 

Elizabeth moved an arm around Anon's waist. "I'm already clean, trust me. Judging from your greasy hair, I'm afraid you're the dirty one. Would you like me to wash you?"

 

"Is that how you're going to repay me for losing the drinking contest?"

 

"Are you telling me that you paid the bill for me?"

 

"You were incapacitated."

 

"You could've taken some of my money!"

 

"That wouldn't be a nice thing to do to such a beautiful woman."

 

"Neither is injuring her pride." Elizabeth muttered angrily, lifting Anon off the bed by the waist. "Allow me to repay you, o' kind gentleman. Do you prefer the bathtub, or the shower?"

 

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Anon decides to let his newfound love have her fun. "Bathtub, please."

 

Elizabeth sets anon down, and starts drawing the bath water. "Go ahead get in."

 

Anon removes his clothes, and enters the tub. Elizabeth drops her towel, and sits behind him, her scaly legs wrapping around his waist.

 

After washing his hair, Elizabeth takes her time exploring Anon's body with the soft undersides of her hands. Anon does his best to contain his excitement, but when her hands reached around his waist and grabbed his crotch, he let out an audible gasp. Resting her head on Anon's shoulder, she whispered, "How much do you love me, Anon?"

 

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"I love you more than you can imagine."

 

Elizabeth kisses anon on the cheek, and squeals. "Aww, how adorable! Do you want to know how much I love you?"

 

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"It's only natural that I'd be curious." Anon replied.

 

"Well, when I first met you. I'll admit that you were very appealing to my tastes. But when you beat me fair and square in that little contest of ours... I knew I had to have you. Then, I feigned unconsciousness, to see if you were interested. Not only did you pay the bill, but you carried me like a princess into your own house! I was hoping you'd fuck my brains out, so I could confess to you right then and there, but I'm happy that you chose a more romantic approach. But when you offered to bathe with me, I had to refuse. You see, I had a back-up plan stashed away in my clothing, just in case you rejected me. Don't worry, I disposed of it properly when I took my shower. I'm so glad you let me wash you, though, because you gave me this fantastic opportunity to thoroughly examine every inch of your body. The scents, the sensitive spots, all of your birthmarks, moles, ingrown hairs, everything." Elizabeth pauses to catch her breath. "Now, if I were to quantify the amount of love I have for you... Well, imagine a very long, empty stretch of road. No cars, no animals, just the sand, the asphalt, and the paint on the asphalt. Think about how much love the sun shares with that road as it rains it's heat down upon it, moving over it to inspect every inch of it's cleanly-paved form. If so much as a single grain of sand were to land on that road, the sun would send gentle eastern breeze to eliminate it. After all, the road was meant for the sun, and the sun alone to enjoy. And when the sun's away, she reflects her love onto the road from the moon. That's how much I love you. Day, night, dawn, dusk, morning, evening, afternoon, every waking moment you spend living, I will love you." She finished, gasping for air, her hand still keeping a loose grip on your groin.

 

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"That's... incredibly romantic..." Anon struggled to spit out.

 

"Do you really think so?"

 

"Y-yeah. You were very honest and straightforward. I like that."

 

"Anon, you wouldn't lie to me would you? I mean, I know you love me, but you can always tell me when I'm scaring you."

 

"Have I ever lied to you before?"

 

"Of course you haven't! We haven't spent enough time together for you to lie to me. That's why I called in sick for you. I'll ask again. Did you lie to me?"

 

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"No, I would never lie to you."

 

"Never?"

 

"Not even once."

 

"Then, mind if I ask a few questions?"

 

"Go ahead."

 

"Where were you born? How many brothers and sisters did you have, if any? Did you have a good childhood? How many broken bones have you had? How often do you go out to eat? Do you like short hair, or long hair? And what style do you like? How many kids would you like to have in the future? Would you like me to be a stay-at-home mom, or should I also work? How often do you like to have sex? What are your hobbies? What's your favorite kind of weather? What would you like for Christmas? Do you even celebrate Christmas? Can I just wrap myself up in with some ribbon, and give myself to you as a present? What are your fetishes? Would you like to know my fetishes? What kind of TV shows do you like to watch? How often do you masturbate? Would you like me to satisfy your desire when you want to masturbate, or should I just wait for special occasions? Would you be okay if I locked you inside of the house for whatever reason? Can I collect jars of your urine? Do you prefer scales or skin? Would you like a taste-test to determine your preference? Do you like piercings, tattoos, or any other type of body modification? Can I kiss you, like, right now? Where do you keep your adult-oriented materials? Can I get a tattoo of all your birthmarks on my chest, so I can keep you close to my heart? Where woul....." She trails off.

 

"Mind slowing it down a little?"

 

"O-oh! I'm sorry! I guess I got a little too excited. Here, let's get more comfortable."

 

They both move out of the bathtub, dry themselves off, put some clothes on (Elizabeth borrows one of Anon's shirts, and it's a little too small for her), and move back into the bedroom. Elizabeth drains the water before leaving the bathroom, and takes a spot next to Anon on the bed.

 

"So, are you ready?" Elizabeth asks, excited to hear her long-awaited answers.

 

"I'm ready when you are."

 

Elizabeth takes a deep breath. "Would you be upset if I kept your nail clippings and hair in the same jar? What limbs do you value the least? Can I pack a thermos of my fluids into your lunches everyday? Where does the rest of your family live? Can I eat the dead skin off of your heels? Do you fantasize about your ideal lover chaining you to something sturdy, raping you until your dick refuses to get hard again, then shoving a q-tip down your cockhole to create a pseudo-erection, so she can continue violating you? Would you hate me if I wrapped my hands around your neck and squeezed really tight? Can you use my hair to floss your teeth from now on? Where would you like to get married? Can we celebrate alone, just the two of us? Where can I meet up with you if I'm craving your dick? Can I lick our dishes clean? How many children do you want to have, when you're ready for them? 3? 5? 20? I guess we can settle with one  child, if you're the only one that's going to bring in income, but if we both somehow get really high-end jobs, I would like to have as many children with you as possible. Imagine all of those little lizardgirls, rough housing and taking home all of the strong boys (and maybe even fighting over the stronger ones)! Oh, the thought of taking care of a family gets me so excited! Hey Anon, let's hurry up and have sex! I know the pain of childbirth is a pretty scary thing, but every second spent without your child in my arms hurts even more! Anon, are you listening? Anon?"

 

"Elizabeth, I think you got a tad too excited again."

 

"Did I? I'm sorry, Anon. I guess I should figure everything out on my own, then. Yeah, that's right! Hey, Anon? Since I already know everything about your outsies, I would like to find out more about your insies. Is that okay with you?"

 

"My insies?"

 

"Yes, your insies! Your stomach, your intestines, your liver, everything that's inside of you! Don't worry, it shouldn't hurt too much, and I promise that I won't kill you. All I have to do is make a little cut on your stomach. Then, I reach inside, and touch all of the nice little meaty bits. And if I'm lucky, you'll let me make another cut, straight down your chest, so I can kiss your beating heart. Wouldn't that be romantic? Sure, I'd have to break your sternum to get there, but it's the thought that counts, right?"

 

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"Sweetie, you should at least take my feelings into consideration before doing something that extreme. How about we spend the rest of the day in each other's arms, instead?"

 

"O-oh my gosh! I'm sorry for not thinking about your feelings, Anon. I guess I am a little too excited, after all. Are you mad at me?"

 

"Don't be so harsh on yourself. Today's our first day together, after all. Let's spend it well."

 

"Anon..."

 

Before Elizabeth could respond, Anon immediately treated himself to a lap pillow, and gazed into her eyes. "I love you, Elizabeth."

 

Elizabeth placed one of her scaly hands on Anon's forehead, and kissed him. "I love you, too, Anon."