>If you squeeze my lizard
>I'll put my snake on you     
>I'm a romantic adventure    
>And I'm a reptile too*     
>* **Motörhead - Killed By Death **

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The sky above the backyard was the colour of a television, tuned to a dead input.

The pool in the backyard it was a lighter shade of blue.

The water bottle near the pool was clear, but filled with a trendy green-tea and yerba mate energy drink.


And the man next to the pool and the woman inside of it were not shades of blue at all. In fact the woman was a sort of olive-brown colour. Rather fetching.

Or at least that's what her husband thought.

Especially in her new bikini.

"*Bala de cañón!*" she yelled.

He sat up in the deck chair, raised his sunglasses, and said "What?"

Which is precisely when she hit the pool.

Clyde flinched, made sure his cell phone's protective bag was, in fact, still protecting, and flicked his sunglasses back down.

"Oh," he said. "*Cannonball.*"

He wasn't exactly sure his wife could hear him, on account of the fact that she was still underwater.

And when she rose from the water, it wasn't exactly a dramatic spray, like certain highly marketable animated mermaids.

Still, the sight was...*captivating*, in its own way.

"Lo siento," she said. "Did I get you wet?"

"Yes. That's what the swim trunks are for. Also-" He swept his hand across the length of the yard. "-the pool."

"Hm." She propped herself up on the side of the pool and — entirely by coincidence - gave him a good look at her upper half. "Well, there's a much more...*efficient* way."

She batted her eyelashes at him.

"If you've got a moment."

He thought about it. He really did. But-

He reached out and tapped the phone bag next to him.

"-I'm expecting a call."

Mia pouted. She knew he liked it when she pouted. Along with the random Spanish, and the bikini. "Really? On a *Saturday*?"

He smiled down the length of her body at her. "Really," he said, "on a Saturday."

Mia huffed out sharply. "Fine." She pushed away from the side of the pool.

"Just so you know," said Clyde, "the call is personal, not business. It's a family thing."

Mia paused just before she let go of the side of the pool. Her eyes narrowed. "Don't tell me-"

And Clyde's heart dropped to the deck. "Baby-"

"Don't you 'baby' *me*!"

Clyde had always thought of himself as *muy bueno con el español* even before he met Mia. But sometimes, even he met his limit.

Such as, for instance, when his wife volunteered her opinion on his cousin.

At great length.

At great speed.

Eventually she had to stop for breath. He used the moment to say, "May I finish?"

Maya crossed her arms. "*Hmph!*"

"He's not getting anything about me. Not a *sou*. Not a nickel. Not a, er, *sol*."

Mia became slightly less suspicious. "Are you sure?"

"Yes!"

"Are you really, *really* seguro?"

"Positive."

"You said you were really, *really* sure last time."

"Did I say I was *positive*?"

"...No."

Clyde spread his hands. "Well, there you go then."

Mia frowned a little harder, but she did let go of the side of the pool. And then butterflied toward one end.

For a girl who grew up in the mountains of Peru, she had taken to swimming like, well, a duck to water.

Especially if the water had chlorine.

He let the glasses fall onto his nose.

...Best not to fall asleep.

But...he could rest his eyes, right?

He grabbed the phone, made sure the vibrate was on, put it on his chest, and let his eyes drift shut.

The clouds drifted across the sky.

The wind rustled in the trees.

His wife said, "Oh!"

He didn't open his eyes. "Honey?"

"It's nothing. It's just...It's un lagarto."

He smiled. "I'm pretty sure you have those in Peru."

"We do! It's just-um-"

"*Corazon*...are you *scared* of lizards?"

"No! But this one is *weird*!"

"What's so *extraño* about it?"

*Should I get up? Does she need help?*

"It has a weird...*thingie* on its head. Like a fish."

"Oh. That's just a fin. Do you think it's going to spit poison in your eyes?"

He could almost *hear* her shudder. "*Please* don't talk about that...*thing*. I-*eek*!"

Lighting shot through Clyde's spine, and his body snapped up with without any orders from his brain. Just as his foot hit the deck, he said, "Baby?"

She didn't answer. Just stood there, in the pool, facing away from him.

"...Mia?"

She said something, quietly.

"You okay?"

"I'm fine. Everything's fine."

"You *seguro*?"

"Positive."

"Good." He pulled his glasses down, almost all the way- "The lizard."

Mia turned her head to the left. He still couldn't see the look on her face. "Hmm?"

"What happened to the lizard?"

"It ran off. I thought it was running at me. That's why-" A brief silence. And then, quietly, "Sorry."

Clyde blinked. "Okay." He let himself relax back into the chair. "Okay."

He picked up his phone from his lap, put it back in its proper location, and went back to his totally not a nap.

Mia didn't move for a while. Then she swam toward him.

Climbed out of the pool.

And her shadow fell over him.

"*Puedo ayudarla, señora?*"

She didn't answer right away. "*Maaaaybe*."

And the hairs on the back of his neck went up. Uh-oh.

"Say, baby, I was thinking." Her voice got closer. The shadow shifted. And her finger, a single finger, grazed the front of his trunks. "Do you really *have* to take that call?"

Tempting. Very tempting. But- "Yes, yes I do. It's family."

Her finger grazed again.

"What if you could... *multitask*?"

Clyde opened his eyes

Clyde stared at his wife.

Clyde swallowed.

Clyde said, "Um."

There were reasons - good reasons - that he should say no.  One of them being the mess. The other being-

He flicked his gaze to the high wall around their backyard.

-the neighbours.

"Honey?" he said. "Do you remember what happened *last* time?"

She paused. Her scrunched up in adorable fashion, as usual. And then, thoughtfully, she said, "...Who's going to ban us from our own backyard?"

"Not the point, dear. These things have consequences. What if the call comes while we're busy?"

"Hmm. Well, you could tell him that you were doing cardio. It wouldn't-"

She pressed her hand down flat on his boxers.

"-even be a lie."

Her smile was very wide.

The water went *drip drip drip* to the ground.

The sun outlined every curve on his wife's body.

And then, very quietly, she said, "Please."

He swallowed.

He said, "U-Use your mouth."

She smiled, nodded, sank to her kn-

He put a finger under her chin, pulled her up again. Raised his eyebrows.

She didn't get it. Not right away.

"What do you say?" he said.

Then she got it. "Thank you, sir."

"You're welcome." He pulled his finger away.

She didn't move

He nodded.

She sank to her knees. Reached for his trunks. Made eye contact.

He nodded again.

She lowered her head. He could barely see her smile, as she reached out with her left hand, hooked it over his waistband, and slowly, slowly, drew it down.

She didn't quite break eye contact.

She let the waistband snap.

He winced.

All part of the game.

"Lo siento, Señor."

He frowned at her. The type of frown that's trying hard not to be a smile. She didn't *look* sorry.

She looked to her left. He was half exposed, and she frowned. "Would Señor like me to kiss it and make it better?"

He nodded.

She looked at him.

"...*Por favor*."

She smiled at him. "Sí, señor."

She turned back to his boxers, curled both hands over the waistband, and pulled it all the way down.

Her nails scraped his skin. Just hard enough for him *not* to go, "Ouch."

He looked down his chest, past the phone. Yep, half-mast. He probably should've-

He put the phone on the table, just as Mia wrapped her left hand around the base. Then she leaned in, and blew across the head.

And the hairs went up on the back of his neck again.

She wrapped both hands around the base, palms down, and kissed him.

Almost at full mast.

"*That's* better," she murmured.

And then she really got to work.

Clyde watched her, *felt* her, and squeezed the deck chair so hard his fingers hurt. Her long hair tickled his stomach, her hands worked him up and down and-

And-

Maybe it was the angle.

Maybe it was something about the pool water.

But something was *wrong*.

Clyde froze. Stared at the side of his wife's head. At her face, half-hidden by her hair.

And, finally, at the hands working up and down.

They looked a little...pale. Not the rich olive colour that had first caught his eye across a trade conference mixer.

And-

Maybe it was the light. Maybe the sun was in his eyes. But didn't it look...green?

Behind her hair, her face was the wrong shape, the wrong colour. He grabbed the sides of the deck chair, and sat u-

Mia reached out, past his waistband, and hooked a fingernail into his belly button.

Her hand was clearly green.

And her fingernail was very long, and very pointy.

And all of a sudden, he didn't want to move. Instead, he squeezed the sides of the deck chair until the plastic creaked.

Mia didn't say anything. Just waited a minute, to make sure he got the message, make sure he knew the score.

Then she pulled her free hand back, planted it on the other side of his legs.

Then - without removing her mouth - she stood up. Well, got up. Into an L-shaped lean. Or maybe more like a lowercase r.

And before he had time to realize what she was doing, she swung her long right leg over him, landed on the far side, and sat on him.

"Baby, what are you-"

Her legs pinned his arms, and she leaned forward to resume programming. Her breasts pressed against his lower belly and-

He had never felt them like that before, not from that angle, but-

*Are they **bigger**?*

He stared at her rear. Again, non-standard angle. And again, he wouldn't swear to it in court, but...it seemed bigger too.

"Mia, I know you're...changing, but you don't have to - *urgh* - don't have to do this!"

She didn't answer. Maybe she couldn't hear. Lizards weren't exactly known for being good listeners.

He tried to see past her thighs, wiggled a little. His arms had, yeah, a little give. Maybe he could get away, get help, maybe even fix M-

Something poked at the back of her bikini.

Clyde loved Mia. And he loved her butt.

It was the second thing he ever noticed about her, across the room. The third was her smile, when he noticed that she noticed him noticing the second thing he noticed.

So he was *pretty* sure that it wasn't supposed to be doing that.

Wasn't supposed to poke out, farther and farther, until the side-ties of the bikini bottom strain to stay intact.

And he realised what it was *just* before the protrusion split the fabric in two, curved gloriously though the air-

-and the tail wrapped around his torso.

And the deck chair.

*Uh-oh.*

The bikini bottom was basically just scraps of fabric, and what was left of it hung off Mia's legs, tickled his chest.

She twisted so she could look at him, so she could lock eyes, but didn't let go with her hand. In fact, her thumb stroked up and down, up and down. And  maybe it was his imagination, but it seemed like she was being *very* careful to occasionally scrape with the side of her claw.

Not *quite* hard enough to break the skin.

Her smile was a lot sharper than it had been that morning. Both the setting and it's components. Her eyes had gone from hazel to gold.

He couldn't tell what shape the pupils were.

...He wasn't sure he wanted to.

His stomach felt funny.

Mia raised her head a little higher, unwrapped her long tongue from its spiral around his cock, and licked her own face.

*(or maybe it was a muzzle now)*

Didn't...some species of lizard or snake or both clean their eyes by licking them?

Mia flexed her neck. Even that was longer. Something else wrong, just like the texture of her hair.

How much of Mia was even *left*?

Then she grinned at him, moved back into position, and shifted up a gear or two.

First off, her tongue. It went straight down the slit, deep enough to make him arch his back and wriggle like a fish on a line.

Which turned out to be a very appropriate simile.

The tip of her tongue *kept going*. Her hand still worked the shaft, and he was pretty sure it just went straight *through* his *small intestine*, somehow.

Not like he could tell the difference.
 
Not like his guts had stopped doing the full-stall flamenco since he noticed the green.

Not like the rest of his day wasn't already impossible.

Maybe he was just hallucinating from the chlorine. Maybe he fell asleep, and he would wake up to the real Mia standing over him.

The one without the green sweeping up her thighs.

It's close enough for him to see the scales.

And there was this weird *heat* in his-

He knew where the tongue was.

He knew *exactly* where the tongue was.

And then, something occurred to him that he should have thought of earlier.

*"Help!"* he screamed.

...Nothing. Just the sounds of a neighborhood on a quiet, warm, weekday afternoon.

Mia didn't even stop thrusting.

...Because she didn't have to.

...Because both the neighbours were on vacation.

The tip of her tongue cleared his belly, hurt his throat, and his heart started beating double time. Lightning ran up his spine.

He tried to stretch his neck, to delay the inevitable, but it was no use.

It was like eating spaghetti. Except you forgot to chew, and it comes from the wrong direction.

And the spaghetti pokes out of your throat, wraps around your tongue.

Again, from the wrong direction.

He couldn't gag. He wanted to gag, but he couldn't. What would even happen, if his stomach hit the eject button while that...thing was running through him?

He squeezed his eyes shut.

A tear ran down his cheek. He didn't notice.

The tongue yanked on his.

That time, he *did* notice the tears.

He tried to look at Mia, to make eye contact, but she was...busy. even if he could see her face, past the rest of her.

She was probably taller than him now. He looked to the right, as much as he could, at her lower legs. Yep, definetely taller. Even without the tail. 

He jerked his head forward Little spines pushed themselves up on her tail, with webbing between them.

What if...what if they appeared on her *tongue*? What would that do to his insides?

And her hand, on him... Was he feeling something...soft? Like taut clingfilm?

Her tongue yanked his outward again. The pain made him dizzy. He was seeing double.

...That wasn't just the pain.

He read some article once, in some waiting room. Mentioned the difference between predators and prey eyesight. Predators eyes were usually facing forward, to focus on their prey.

Prey animals usually faced to the side. More of a 360 deal. Better situational awareness, to see predators sneaking up on them.

And lizards?

A lot of them split the difference.

As Clyde's eyes bulged from their sockets, he could see more of what Mia's was doing to him. He could see his nose and mouth lengthen, see the darker shade of green sweep over his face.

And inside, he could feel that odd heat in his chest, in his throat, in his shoulders. Like his skin was squeezing it towards his skull, until his blood was a drumbeat in his ears.

His brow furrowed.

And, somewhat distantly, he realised he was mad.

Mad at the lizard, for doing this to Mia.

Mad at Mia, for doing this to *him*.

Mad at himself. For being so *helpless*.

But-

He clenched his jaw.

-but he didn't *have* to be.

Once upon a time, his company had sent him and other execs on a team building exercises which just happened to seem a lot like crisis training.

The host was a man of middle age of grizzled mien and a distant look in his eye. He said if any of them ever found themselves tied up by their hands, they should try and flex the bonds - especially as they were being attached.

Someone braver than most said, "What for?"

And the instructor took a second to choose his words. "...Just in case."

Clyde was fairly certain that this sort of situation was *not* what the instructor had in mind. But it was certainly a case.

Certainly an emergency.

And it wasn't exactly like he had a lot to lose.

He wriggled his shoulders again. Not much give. But-

Weren't the legs the most powerful muscle group? Followed by...abs. It was abs, right?

And his legs weren't bound.

He could move his legs, easily. His feet kept catching on the bottom half of the deck chair, but that was a minor detail.

And, suddenly, Mia stopped. Planted one hand on the chair, pushed herself up a little. Didn't let go with her other hand, of course.

And despite all Clyde's rage, he hesitated.

Then he looked up, at the thing taking over his wife. And maybe him.

And he set his jaw.

And slammed his knee into Mia's face.

She lost both of her grips, and nearly fell off Clyde. And since lizards use their tails for balance, hers uncoiled.

Not all the way.

Just enough for him to let his arms and abs do the rest.

Once he was clear of the coils, Mia hit the ground, hard. She laid there on her back, for a second, as her nictating membranes blinked.

Then she reached for the side of the deck chair, pulled herself up-

And a hand wrapped around her throat.

And she looked up.
 
Clyde didn't exactamente look happy.
 
"Do you *know*," he growled, literally *growled*, "what you *did* to me?"

He lifted her clear off the floor, into the air. His scales were a different shade of green than hers, and faded into his original skin color around his chest and lower face. A chest that was narrower in some areas, and wider in others.

Especially around the shoulders.

And the biceps.

She curled her tail around. Made sure not too prick him with the spine-fins, even by accident.

Coiled it around his cock.

Squeezed.

And pulled down.

The sheath that had been his old equipment slid down smoothly, and his *new* pair popped up. Dark blue and green, shading to gold at the tips.

All ready for action.

Technically more of a *snake* thing, but they were already fudging it with the aquatic fins on lizards.

And she smiled down at him.

And she whispered, "I made us *better.*"

He stared at her, for a long, silent moment. His membranes blinked. His mouth - his *muzzle* - became a thin line.

And then he chokeslammed her into the chair.

The poor chair finally gave way, and barely broke her fall. Did keep her from hitting her head on the ground, so she was only a little stunned.

Her head fell to her left.

She blinked.

After all that, Clyde's phone was still on the little table.

A shadow fell over her. Her hands came up, between her and her husband, and something grabbed her wrists in a grip of iron.

She couldn't see the look on his face.

He yanked her arms apart, forced her into her belly, and grabbed them both in one hand.

What was he doing?

"I'll show *you* better."

She twisted her ne-

He twisted her hands, forced her back down. Pain shot through her arms, and she gasped, as he growled, "Let's see how *you* like it."

His tail wrapped around her legs. Which meant his free hand was-

And behind her, she heard cloth moving.

*Oh.*

Despite the pain, Mia smiled.

And waited.

Until he drove himself into her.

In *both* holes.

And after that, it was all over but the shouting.

And the moaning.

And the thrusting.

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Clyde and Mia collapsed onto the pieces that had once been a deck chair, breathing heavily.

Clyde slipped an arm around his wife. Mia slipped a hand across her husband's chest, laid her head against it. Their tails wound around each other.

"Maravilloso," she murmured.

"Thanks," he said. His left hand came up from her back, to stroke the fin where her hair had been. "You weren't so bad yourself. "

They said there for a few pleasant minutes, until Mia said, ...So...now what?

Clyde thought for a moment, shrugged his widened shoulders. "Good question. Might lose my job. Maybe I could have a case under the ADA."

Mia raised her head, looked him in the eye, and raised her eyebrows.

Clyde smiled, and waved at his broad chest. "If *this* doesn't count as a disability, what does?"

"I mean," Mia said, "you could argue that it's the exact opp-"

And then the phone rang.

He looked at it.

Mia looked at him.

He looked at Mia.

And she said, "Are you... gonna get that?"

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**MEANWHILE, IN A NEARBY UNIVERSE**


Clyde felt funny.

This was to be expected.

Besides the strange feeling radiating from his cock, on account of how the giant lizard-woman that was his wife had trussed him up and was aggressively doing...*something* with his dick.

In fact, he had never been wrapped up in a giant reptile before, no matter how sexy, but...were the coils squeezing the wrong parts?

Or - no, did the parts *feel* wrong?

He looked down. Were his hips wider? His waist narrower? His chest—

No, it's was - *had* to be - just the coils layering. Foreshortening. An optical illustion, maybe.

Still, his shoulders felt...wider. Were they? Hard to tell. But they *felt* wider.

Stronger.

He was bigger, he was *definitely* bigger. His feet nearly fell off the bottom edge of the deck chair, and he scrabbled his feet against the plastic to stay on. 

To stay in control.

What little control he had.

He still couldn't *do* anything. Couldn't break out of Mia's coils.

His fists clenched, his brow furrowed, and the rest of his body got in on the tensing action.

And *something* moved.

Something below his cock.

He froze.

Was it Mia's hands? No, they were both occupied. In fact, he could *feel* whatever it was.

It felt like a morning stretch.

Clyde swallowed.

He took a deep breath.

And he *pushed*.

Something moved a little more.

He couldn't see anything but...maybe some kind of *pressure* was released? He hadn't even *noticed* it was there until it was going away, unspooling out of him like-

-a tail.

He was growing a *tail*, connected to his cock.

Clyde swallowed. Hard. No pun intended. The changes to his chest were bad enough, but this...he didn't have words for i-

Mia squeezed a little tighter, grabbed the tail just below the tip with her left hand.

That felt...ni-

He couldn't get distracted. He had to push through.

Like that one time in Mexico when he accidentally drank tap water.

Something rumbled, around his legs. On top of his legs. It was coming...out of Mia?

Was she *purring*?

Did she *like* seeing him push out his tail?

His tail felt...*lighter*, somehow. Compared to his original equipment. Was it stronger? Was it stronger than his regular limbs?

If it*was*-

Clyde blinked.

And suddenly, he had a plan.

A very simple plan, because simple meant less things to go wrong.

*Step One: distract.*

He tensed his abs, and thrust his hips into the air. Whatever was going on with his feet meant they had a good grip on the deck chair.

And more importantly, it meant Mia *didn't*.

"Ah-?"

Her grip on him loosened. Both grips. It was a perfectly natural reflex to put her hands out to steady herself.

And by the time she realized that was his plan, he had already moved on to 

*Step Two: out and in.*

He had already whipped his tail out of her grip, and shoved it under her coils.

"*No!*"

She tried to grab his tail, to pull it out, but at that angle, his tail was stronger than her arms. And the coils weren't exactly airtight either.

Mia tried, too, she really did. Got her back into it. But she just didn't have the leverage. Or the grip strength.

He grinned ferociously at her blown-up back end, and shoved past another coil.

But this time, *she* was the one who couldn't stop *him*.

*Let's see how **you** like it-*

And with one final push, his tail tip emerged into the sunlight.

Correction; tail *tips*.

Clyde stared at the train lengths poking out of the coils of his wife. Green at the base, shading to Pink at the tip.

If they were up here, what was down below? Did it all come up with the tail?

Where were his balls? All the way down at the bottom? Would all the Little Clydes have to swim all the way up the channel?

When They fixed him, could They transplant one to someone who needed it?

...Could he get a tax deduction?

And-

He blinked.

-were they *bigger* than the original plumbing had been, that morning?

He'd check, but his hands were still... occup-

Mia squeezed down, hard, pressed his tail into his breasts. "Mi amor, stop! I'm trying to *help* you!"

*Help?*

Something hot bubbled up in Clyde, pulled his lips into a snarl.

And he muttered, "*I'll help **you**-*"

And with one final, convulsive surge of strength, he threw off his wife's constricting coils.

This had several effects.

The first, and intended effect was that Mia lost her grip on him. Her coils sprang apart, and, for the first time, Clyde got a good look at her.

And himself.

Not that there was much difference.

Both of them had greenish-scales with a light area around their chest. A sort of spine-fin running down their head, back, and tail. Webbed fingers and toes, capped with claws. Long necks, and reptilian snouts. Wide hips, narrow waists, and heavy breasts.

Not really wearing clothes.

The biggest difference between the two was that Clyde had two colorful cocks at the end of his tail.

And, of course, Mia was upside down and flying through the air.

Though they both probably had very similar surprised looks on their faces.

Mia hit the pool with a splash.

Clyde blinked.

Then he yanked his feet - claws? - from the deck chair, and scrambled to the edge of the pool. He threw himself down, completely missed the pain in his breasts, and-

And-

And the *sun* shone into his eyes.

He angled his head left on his long neck, then right. Couldn't get a good angle. He took a deep breath-

And a pair of green hands emerged from the pool, and clutched him by the cheek.

Those hands were attached to a woman. A lizard-woman. Her gills-

*Oh, right, of course.*

-flared at her neck as she emerged from the pool.

She had a smile on her face. And it might've been sharper and greener than he was used to. But-

It was hers.

It was Mia's.

*Oh.*

Mia's smile got wider, sharper. Her right arm snaked around his neck, clasped her other hand.

Clyde's eyes went wide. *Uh-oh—*

His webbed feet were last to go under.

And as the splashing started, neither half of the couple noticed Clyde's cell phone ringing.


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#"The Wife Aquatic" 

###2024 Eulalie "Nequ" Quentin    
CC By-SA-NC     
Reposting and derivative art/stories, including commissions, are all fine, as long as you credit. Preferably with links.


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So, I decided to write this story with a dominant dude instead of a dame.

Somehow, this seemed like a good idea even though i had already decided most of the story would be about a lady giving head. Very forcefully.

Which meant the dude being on top was basically limited to the start and end. Oops!

Oh well. At least I managed to flex my muscles by making Mia mostly silent, instead of a quip machine, which is a bit of a stock character type in my stories. 

You might have noticed.

Pretty sure this is the first time I've had a dude "on top" since, oh, Sloppycat. Way back in 2016. Link in the description.
  
Incidentally, one of my sketched stories has *no* dominant character. At all. I'd call it an upcoming story, but I'm not making promises I might not keep.