INDUSTRIAL ZONE 7 - Bonus scene  
Written by Iron-K, 2011

Nyte pushed the door of the changing room open with one finger, leaving a green streak behind on it as he slipped through. He smiled as he saw the room he'd been ushered into shortly after he arrived at the studio, thinking about how he'd been changing into his swimming shorts and trying to imagine what gunge felt like only about an hour before. Now covered in the stuff, he let out a small laugh as he looked down at the shorts plastered to his lap with the heavy slime, grabbing a handful of it from his chest fur and rubbing the thick, slippery substance between his fingers as he walked slowly towards the shower area.

As he watched the slime slowly dripping to the floor from his hand, his thoughts turned to the girls, picturing them squeaking and squirming as they'd been gunged right in front of him. He shuddered as he remembered being covered in slippery stuff by the booth with Isla and Becky right beside him, and quickly moved his other hand to tug at the waistband of his shorts. Glancing back at the door to make sure it had closed, he tugged them carefully down off himself, feeling his fur bristle at the wet, slimy feeling of the material as he wriggled them down his legs.

Kicking the sodden swimming shorts off his feet, he left them behind and walked naked through the archway to the shower area. He had taken a glance at this section of the changing room the first time that he'd been in it - to the right were a couple of enclosed cubicles for privacy, but in the area of the room to his left was a slight alcove, with a large sprayer in the ceiling and two more mounted on the walls to the sides. A blowup pool chair had been left underneath them.

He energetically batted the chair aside, wanting to stand upright underneath the sprayers at first, and glanced after it as the light air-filled seat skittered a couple of feet across the floor before tipping over on to its front. Moving to the back wall of the alcove, he pressed his palm on the button on the wall, and then dodged backwards, watching the water sputter into life from the sprayers at the top and sides. He stuck his hand in it to feel it as it warmed up, then hesitated, running his other hand down the green-plastered fur on his shoulders and once again enjoying the weird gooey feeling of the slime clinging to him.

Remembering that there was little chance of him staying clean for long, he closed his eyes, smiled and stepped forwards, ducking his head under the powerful warm spray and feeling his soaked fur instantly getting lighter as the clinging gunge thinned out and slapped heavily on to the tiled floor. He wriggled his shoulders as he turned around slowly, letting the jets at his sides spray under his arms and holding his breath as he turned his face in to one of them. Just as he'd begun to relax, the image of the bikini-clad lizardess getting covered in gunge from all the sprayers in the cockpit swam back into his mind, and he flinched as he listened to the smacking sound of the thinning gloop, imagining it splattering against her skin.

He opened his eyes to distract himself and looked down, glancing to the thinned gunge forming swirling patterns in the water at his feet as he blinked against the spraying water. He whimpered at the thought of trying to keep acting nonchalant in front of the girls for another two rounds, thinking once again about what might be being said about him in the opposite shower room.

Leaning forwards slightly as he looked to the archway, as if anybody else could have come into the room without him hearing, his hand slowly drifted to wrap around his extended length. With his hips already twitching, he closed his eyes again, swallowing as he brought his other hand around as well. Stroking his shaft up and down, he tugged a little rhythmically at his tip with his other hand, and allowed himself to get lost in his private thoughts.

Wriggling his back against the warmth of the spray from above, he purred and half-opened his eyes as the light changed slightly in front of him, then he yelped and jumped back as he saw a blue reptilian face watching him from just around the corner.

"Er... Isla..." he stuttered, his hands quickly moving around to cup himself with his length pressing painfully against the palms of his hands. Behind him, the shower button popped out and the flow of water stopped. Shivering a little, he tried to twist around to turn it on again with his elbow while not letting his hands slip. The lizard girl's sly smile grew a little as she glanced down for a moment, then drew her eyes up to his face again.

"Thinking of someone?" she asked mischievously, pushing herself up from her leaning position against the wall and dragging a hand over her messy head. "Quinne's in our big shower, I thought you might like some company..."

Speechless, Nyte swallowed as she stepped forwards, wiggling her hips from side to side exaggeratedly with each step. She was still covered in gunge from head to toe, the slippery liquid slithering down her and slapping on to the floor as she walked. In a daze, he tentatively reached his hands out towards her as she approached, half stepping back as she came right up against him. He gasped as she grabbed both his wrists and slapped his hands on to her hips, then jumped again as she wrapped her arms around the back of his neck and tugged him forwards to kiss him firmly on the lips.

He opened his eyes wide and squeaked in surprise, the sound muffled as the lizardess pressed her snout to his muzzle, feeling her grinning as she slowly rocked from side to side. After twitching his fingers against her hips for a moment, he relaxed, sagging as he closed his eyes, then tentatively slid his hands over the material of her bikini bottoms and up her smooth sides.

He ducked back a little as his hands reached her shoulders, and blinked his eyes back open. "I... think you need to get your messy swimsuit off..." he stuttered, looking into her eyes as he dipped his hands slightly over her shoulders.

"Yeah, that'd be good..." she said softly, drawing the last word out as she pressed him further towards her. His fur bristled as her slippery skin came up against him, feeling her breasts squash against his chest. Trying to stand on tiptoe to see over her shoulder, he slipped his hands down the gunge on her upper back, working his fingers underneath her bikini top and trying to pick apart the hooks with his other hand.

After a few seconds, he felt Isla shake as she giggled, and she shook her head. "I'll show you," she said as she pulled back, then kissed him on the neck and stepped away from him as she reached her hands around to her back. Quickly undoing the hooks, she pushed her bikini top off her shoulders and tossed it behind her, arms outstretched. "See? It's not that hard..."

"Y... yeah..." Nyte responded, completely failing to raise his eyes above her chest. He whimpered as he watched her bare breasts bounce slightly with her movement as she came forwards again, hooking her thumbs into her swimsuit bottoms and tugging them down to let them drop just as she reached him.

He put his arms around her again as she came forward and put her mouth to his, twitching as he felt her slippery breasts slide against his chest fur. She gasped a little as he unconsciously thrust his hips forward, sliding both his hands down to her bottom and tracing slow circles with his fingertips.

With a sly smile, the lizard girl slithered around in his grasp so that she was facing away from him, and raised an arm above his head to put it around his shoulders as he tentatively slipped his right hand between her legs. She squeaked, and he smiled as he dragged his fingertip along her cleft, rubbing back and forth a little as he nuzzled into her neck. Feeling her shake again, he opened his eyes and looked at her face to see she was laughing.

"What?" he asked, concerned.

"Nothing, it's..." The naked lizard girl wriggled against his hand a little to encourage him to carry on, his length rubbing over her backside. "This has got to be the weirdest place I've ever done it..."

Nyte nodded silently in response, and was about to speak when she looked to the left and pulled away.

"I know what we're doing..." she said over her shoulder as she took a couple of steps to the side of the room and spread her arms to pick up the overturned blowup seat. Glancing down at his hardened length and rubbing himself a little as he became more conscious of being naked again, he watched as she moved to the far shower stall, bumped open the wide door, pushed the barely-fitting chair down inside and looked up into the opening on the ceiling.

"You know one of these was always actually a gunge cubicle?" she asked. Nyte padded over to join her, nodding his head - he'd seen a few contestants fall victim to another of the Industrial Zone traps on the early episodes, making them unwittingly gunge themselves one last time before the water came on for them to clean up.

"Well, I bet it's this one," she said, pointing up to the ceiling. Nyte looked up, and not seeing anything out of the ordinary was about to ask how she knew, but she suddenly turned to grab his wrist, pulling him forward.

"Sit down," she grinned, spinning him around to face her and then shoving him with both hands on his chest. He yelped as he tripped backwards and flopped into the seat, quickly straightening up and looking above him to the button just behind his head.

"Hey..." he started as the blue lizardette leaned forward with her hand outstretched, but stuttered and fell silent again as she curled her hand around to the back of his head and kissed him again, rolling their heads together a little as she scruffed the back of his neck.

After a moment, Isla pulled her head away, then dipped further down, and Nyte gasped as he felt his shaft slip between her hanging breasts. She bumped his chin with the top of her muzzle as she planted a kiss on his neck, then chest, tracing her hands down through the fur on his tummy. He felt his heart pounding in his chest as she realized where she was heading, and gripped the arms of the chair tightly as she gently wrapped her fingers around his length, making him feel its throbbing as she gripped it. He squeezed his eyes closed, tensed himself, and then gasped out loud as he felt the tip of his penis being surrounded by a warm, soft feeling.

Nyte trembled in the seat as the lizard girl continued to slide her lips down the way, then whimpered as she stopped and began flicking her long tongue around him. Whimpering with each move she made and doing his best to keep still, he shook his head, blinked his eyes open and looked down at Isla's face. Her eyes were turned up to meet with his, with the corners of her mouth turned up in a smile as she gently moved her head up and down, tugging at his shaft with each thrust.

"Aaah..." He panted again, making incoherent noises as her tongue moved lazily around his shaft and tip, feeling himself getting close to climax already. Blinking again to try to clear his head, he gasped one more time as the lizard girl squeezed her lips together, running her mouth up his length one more time before finishing with a kiss as she turned her face to his again.

"Never done this before?" she asked.

"No..." He shook his head, licking his lips to try to relieve his dry mouth, still thrusting against the air as he whimpered.

"How about the other way round?"

Nyte's eyebrows raised as the lizard girl's face came closer to him, walking the fingers of one hand up his chest. He was about to lean forward and kiss her again when she hoisted herself up the way, pushing her breasts into his face as she wriggled up on to the seat facing him.

"Mmf..." He squeaked and raised his arms as his face was buried in her soft chest for a moment, and kept looking upwards at them as she wriggled herself up the way, her knees pushing his arms away to rest on the arms of the chair. Carefully, he moved his elbows out to the sides and squeezed her thighs gently with his hands, taking his eyes off her breasts for a moment to glance down at the cleft now hovering right in front of him. Shaking, he looked back up to see her bright green eyes staring down at him, one of her hands balanced on the back of the chair and the other reaching for the button on the back wall.

"C'mon!" she ordered, bucking her hips forwards into his face. "Remember I've got a tank of gunge waiting for you up there..."

Nyte raised his eyes up to the ceiling, his tongue running over his lips again. Panting and blinking against the water still dripping from his fringe, he struggled to lean forwards a little, his eyes fixed on the smooth notch between her legs before he put his lips around it. Slithering his hands up to squeeze her backside and draw her closer, he dragged his tongue upwards over her wet skin as she shuddered and wriggled against his mouth.

As he flicked his tongue over her, making her squeak as he found her clitoris and rolled a little against it, he stared at the gentle curve of her tummy and the beads of watered-down gunge slipping down her smooth skin. He slid his hands away from her bottom around to her hips, then upwards, eventually reaching up to squeeze her gorgeous rounded breasts. The lizard girl purred as he moved his hands in slow circles, gasping a little as he drew his hands back to take hold of her nipples with his fingertips, running his tongue up and down more quickly.

With a twitch he became aware of her hand wrapped around his hardened length again, and she tugged up and down a little, leaning backwards as she ground against him. As she gasped with each flick of his tongue or fingers, he turned his eyes upwards to look at her face, grinning to himself as he saw her mouth hanging open in a smile.

As he watched, she twitched with a sudden gasp, silently wriggling harder against him, then slowly moved back again. She took her hand off the back of the chair and batted his fingers away from her nipples, and he gripped the arms of the chair again as he wriggled himself forwards to keep his face between her legs. He slowed down his licking as she breathed deeply for a moment, then gave her clitoris a final kiss, leaned back and looked up at her as she blinked her eyes open and stared down at him.

With a smile, she put her hands back on the back of the chair and slowly slipped down the way, unfolding her legs from underneath her so that she was sitting backwards on the chair, her entrance hovering just over his shaft as she rocked her hips from side to side. Nyte stared up at her face, panting as she waited for a moment, her face frozen in a horny smile. He gasped, wriggling his hips involuntarily upwards as he felt the warmth against his tip, then thrusted harder as she finally slithered slowly down to take him inside her.

"Nngh..." He let out something between a grunt and a whimper as the lizard girl stopped halfway, rotating her hips around again and closing her eyes. "Are you okay?" he whispered, grasping her hips and instinctively pushing down to guide her.

"Yeah..." she nodded, wriggling herself a touch upwards and then eeping as she allowed herself to be lowered down again very slowly. She looked him in the eye and grinned. "You're kinda... big..."

Nyte pricked his ears in surprise, and gasped as at the same moment his length finally slipped fully into place inside her. Looking down between her legs and then pulling herself forwards closer into his lap, Isla began rocking gently back and forwards, making the chair bounce underneath them both as he thrusted in response.

"Isla..." He closed his eyes, whimpering at the warm feeling around his shaft as the walls of her entrance rubbed and slipped against him. He reached his hands up to tweak her nipples again, but she caught them and slapped his palms against her breasts.

"Yeah?" she asked between deep breaths, bouncing harder against him with her hands guiding his as she rubbed them around and over her slippery chest.

"I'm... aah!" Unable to hold himself back any more, Nyte squeezed the beautiful lizard girl's breasts with both hands as he wriggled his hips up the way, twitching rapidly up and down as he felt the growing tingle at the base of his penis. She squirmed against him as her breathing became short and quick, leaning forward to slam her palm on the button.

Half-aware of the alarm ringing around them, Nyte felt a wave surging out of him as the lizard girl screamed from above. Suddenly a cold wave of yellow gloop spewed down on to his head and splashed outwards to splatter over the naked lizardette's chest and tummy, making her skin even more slimy underneath his hands. He snapped his eyes open and felt a second pulse coming as Isla leaned forward to dip her head under the gunge flow, her sloppy breasts right in front of his eyes as he slithered his hands quickly down to her circling hips, and shot into her again as she gave a scream stifled by biting her lip.

He let out a growl as well, twitching wildly and wriggling his hips up the way, grinding himself roughly against her as he pressed their bodies together tightly through the last seconds of climax. As the intense pulsing around his entire body slowly ebbed, leaving just the thumping of his heartbeat in his ears, Nyte slumped down the way as he took a couple of heavy breaths. He shuddered as a wave of calm came over him, replacing the pent-up tension from over the last hour, and he kept his head bowed and eyes closed as he took a few seconds to enjoy the feeling. Exhaustedly, he panted one last time and opened his eyes.

He was alone kneeling on the floor of the open shower, his slowly retreating length held in both of his hands. Swallowing and breathing deeply to clear his head as the fantasy faded, he unsteadily got to his feet, hauling himself upwards. Turning around, he bumped his elbow into the button for the shower and stepped back to clean his hands in the falling water. As the spray turned off, he shook himself out one last time, and then walked dazedly through the archway to get changed.