Warning: This story includes homosexuality, spooge, anal sex, oral sex, plugs, a small measure of exhibitionism, lizards, and was written by an otter! XD If you’re not at least 18 or otherwise legal to view this content or find any of this distasteful in its purpose…I WILL NOT BE HELD ACCOUNTABLE. 

The Eye of the Storm

By JR aka Triss

       You know something is wrong when you’re the only one headed into a bazaar and you can see everyone else with common sense flocking away from the impending wall of dust and you’re walking directly towards it. When the early haboob had suddenly appeared in spite of the calm weather forecast it seemed that their plans for a candle lit dusk dinner would be ruined. Fhedu saw his partner dash off into the storm only saying ‘Follow!’ before he did. There was a flash of excitement and determination in his violet eyes, and a soft flair of his stripes rolling from his chest down to the tip of his tail that screamed something electric about how he said it, the glow making his body seem a conduit for the energy of the storm. Namahemu had never seen the other reptilian this way, he tended towards shyness and this eagerness seemed too necessary to betray. 

       Against his better judgment the hybrid pushes into the storm, feeling the static charge of the wild torrent of dust skitter over his scales. Herpothamnus is ahead of him, his soft dress robe flitting in the blasting wind like a fire. It’s clear that the silver haired twink is excited beyond reasonable joy, the radiant blue of his tattoos so very intense now that the dust whipping around him glows with his energy, providing a guiding light even as the dust thickens to the point that the world blackens. 

       As daft as the moment seems, Fhedu can feel his own body alight with joy, glad to be a reptilian today, thankful for his immunity to the harsh sand as his own light blurs his vision, shimmering off of the crystalline quartz in the airborne sand. 

       Quite suddenly the leading reptilian vanishes into a wall of black and just as suddenly the hybrid can feel the wall of sand and muck stripped from the air with a shocking chill immediately washing it away as the sky suddenly opens up to a nearly black gloom, only lit by the excitement of the two lizards, the dusk sun not powerful enough to punch through the umbrella of the mighty super cell and the wall of dirt and dust too heavy for true light. 

       It’s then that Fhedu realizes they’re in the Bazaar, and Svila had turned down his favorite restaurant for one closer so they could be here. Moments later a shock of red fur appears out of a tent entrance as a hyena pokes out, a somewhat abnormally colored one at that, its peculiar stripes of brown and black and red mohawk, and they, perhaps she, steps out with an unhappy grunt at the rain. “Otter! hurry now, I’m getting wet and we’re going to be late for kitten’s dinner thanks to your ‘extra favor’.” 

       “Sorry Sir! I just…Oh! Towels are with everything else! Ich will dich Wiedersehen! Alles gut zum jubilaeum!” The otter’s small voice makes the guttural German chirp childishly before the hyena shoots him a glare and flicks her head in a motion to beckon some haste from the small luturine. Both giggling   
softly as the otter gives an excited skitter of speed and they rush towards the parking lot nearby. The vanishing act they make is swift as the hyena picks up the feral in order to avoid any further antics. 

       “Who?” The curt question barely a sentence, but even with only one short year between the two, it was all they needed. 

       “Nice,” the rest of the sentence unnecessary and unused extra from the smaller lizard as he takes off his now damp cloths, putting them on the counter in the unlabeled tent the pair just fled out of. “Dry. Safe.” The rain quickly gentles after its initial surge as the hybrid of the two strips down, all of his body soon exposed to the prickling chill of each mist like droplet. 

       “What?” Fhedu brought his eyes over their surroundings, taking them in. It seemed that the place had emptied for the storm. 

       “Walk. Like First.” The blue lizard pushed close, submissively tucking under the bunny scaley’s arm as they start to walk, peeking around. Slowly as they go shop to shop, looking in closed up doors Svila’s excitement mounts. When they reach a flower shop the slightly shy lizard grabs a single desert rose, his fingers finding it as if its location were prearranged and he puts it to his teeth. 

       The dethorned flower makes the kiss that follows awkward but unique as tongues dance around it not wanting to snap its tender stem as they pass it after many long moments, arousal building between them until the blue lizard coyly stops, leaving the flower in the half rabbit’s lavender muzzle to block any too keen advances. After a few curious eye matches and teasing grins the pair return to their walk and anticipation of further surprises piques Fhedu’s curiosity further. 

       Several tents pass by nostalgically, but they make it clear out to the chocolate shop before the next surprise appears and a small chocolate bean gets suddenly put to the purple reptilian’s lips by his lover. This kiss is followed by several more pecks as the coated coffee beans are passed from one muzzle to another, and half a dozen later Svila can’t help but swallow the last after hiding it in his muzzle too long. 

       Dancing along more briskly as their arousals start to become impatient both reptilians flit through the tents, their own light source in the near silence as they quietly giggle, touching in ways they should never dare somewhere so public. A light brush here, a flick there, a pinch as one peeks pretending innocence, a kiss as someone turns, the moments transformed into a blur of renewed energy. Time becomes a blur but it does get darker through the likely hours. 

       By the time they make it full circle, the couple has had several different types of chocolates that were pre-arranged, both have bows atop their heads and the touching and teasing has gotten far beyond gentle gropes, fingers happily thrusting into concealing slits to tease and prodding rumps, kissing causing the rugged skinned couple to trip over tent lines several times and nearly topple, and by some well-planned fluke they make it back to the turquoise and black tent that they started at, nearly falling through the unbound flap and completely lost to the moment. 

       Seconds are all that have passed in a long estimate before Svila has pulled his violet joy up, “Ride?” Offering himself and his vulnerability to the floppy eared hybrid. Fherdu has no intention of turning down such a gift after so much lead up, though the sudden bottle of lube thrust into his paw as he nods gets absent mindedly splashed over his paw and half of his partners crotch as he hastily smears as much as the joyous (and rather surprisingly water proof) slick around as he can. Having had too much of the fanfare up to this point to be particularly dexterous until it strikes in his mind and the purple reptilian takes the lead. 

       He shifts a little, slippery hands set on his partners wrists, ankles holding down eager thighs as he gives a very slow grind. “Beg. Shout. Public, here.” And while it might be impossible for a lizard to blush in the normal sense the blue pulse that rolls through Herpothamnus as he fights the urge and gives a limp attempt at struggling before another blush rolls through him and he gives a gentle moan. 

       Fhedu gives a firm grind down, feeling the slick and pre push at his tight ring. On the bottom Svila comes to realize the pattern begged of him and his blush throbs again, lighting the tent as he tries to grind but is too pinned. He moans again, and a grind and a moan and a grind the pulse and pace begin the rhythm that makes both wonder on the risk of others who might hear them and investigate. This only spurs them on. The hybrid topping only gives as much force as he feels he gets from the moan but soon he too is moaning as the grinds and slick and excitement drive the thick reptilian shaft past his ring. 

       His own tight flesh tugging at his mate’s thick rod, his own lavender love shaft bobbing as he feels foreskin slipping between rolling rump muscles the lop eared lizard soon gives up on pinning his partner for the sake of pleasure as each spectacular thrust makes his body swell, with joy. Long tails twist in a spiral of light as they tie together and moans sing a chorus to the night as bodies built of energy clash and flicker with a light show to shame any storm and to match their passion. 

       Deep in throws of pleasure Namahemu nearly misses the fact that he’s no longer on top, knees quickly finding their way to up near his ears as the small twink holds them high and drives deep, making it hard to breath but hitting so many places often left unmolested. Out of an urge and the potential of the position the new bottom can’t even resist his own shaft long and soon the half rodent brushes his own tongue against his shaft, careful not to nip himself in the throws of his own moans at the surprising pleasure. However Herpothamnus won’t have that yet and a blue paw shifts to push a head back before silver hair eclipses Nama’s view and the warmth of a new muzzle plunges till glans hit a throat roughly before stopping to leave the shaft chilling in the cool air and take the biting closeness away saving the orgasm hidden there for later. 

       Less than a half dozen thrusts later the blue lizard buries himself deep, feet scratching at the dirt ground for traction to try for deeper as the first jets of seed start and not stopping to provide that traction to each grind until the last rope of seed gushes out. This is no quick moment, and the bliss seems to explode forever with both lizards letting out shivering howls and hisses and grunts of pleasure as surge after surge of spectacular seed literally floods from the slender figure. As the already thin form slenders if the blue reptilian the purple bottom seems to bulge, forced to slide a little and uncurl to make room for his swelling abdomen as the blue lizard breaks some of his own personal records after so   
much build up today. Hot and throbbing, each swell receives a curt and joyous thrust as minutes must pass until finally Svila collapses, not drawing out yet as he pants. 

       “Okay?” Worried the purple lizard lets his own erection slack for a few moments out of concern as he brushes the silver hair of his partner. 

       Abruptly the blue lizard nods, flashing with light as he suddenly grabs something from the near counter and thrusts it in in the same instant he draws out. The metal plug is chilly from the storm air and infinitely cold compared to the cum and sex that just rode out and little more than a ribbon escapes before the plug is in place and Fhedu is clenching so hard in surprise that it’s not possible for any to escape, the passage well slick after so much lube and seed has been pumped through it there is no pain, but cold and surprise and excitement cause a muscular surge that traps the toy. “Otter say. Body drink if it stay.” 

       Giving a pleading look after attempting to put the otter’s description in so few words, the now quite tired and moderately dehydrated lizard sets a second plug just a little thicker than the first to make up for his mates greater girth down. Its metallic sheen reflects the light of their bodies as he puts the remaining half lube bottle down with it and gets on all fours. “I drink?” 

       Fhedu needn’t be asked twice, and less than a heartbeat later he is on top of his partner, fingering his eager rump as the other reptilians long tail hooks over his shoulders. One long middle finger all the way in, then the index and a little wiggle for good measure, back on top and ten times as eager now Fhedu doesn’t stop. Three fingers, a little hasty, four next and on a whim the violet lizard soaks his whole paw with lube before he gives a push, stopping before his last knuckles as he gives a tapered push all five fingers long and skinny as he feels his whole paw stop. Drawing out he reaches to start stroking the spent shaft under his lover. “Breath.” 

       As his partner starts to breath deeper Fhedu gives one, then two, and then more thrusts as rhythms match and sink. Quite suddenly the entire paw slips in and he can feel his new puppet, spent cock twitching as it dreams at a second orgasm in his hybrid paw. Taking a moment to enjoy this the ‘reptident’ wiggles his fingers and feels his partner squirm brushing the tummy bulge of his paw in his now extra slender partner before musing on his own abnormally distended pout and how he will cause the same swell, if not more, from the longer wait. 

       Drawing his paw out and slicking his shaft with the chill of the last of the once full bottle the flop eared top mounts his partner, setting one paw lubed to the elbow firmly on the dirt ground and rutting his well loosened partner more eagerly than near every time they’ve mated in the past few months combined. Each thrust hilts hard causing a violet pouch to bounce and a dual hue blue flair to flicker as both partners moan in a spectacular unison with the roll of their bodies, tails wiggling around until they find a way to twine together, long locks of deep velvet hair dancing over blue shoulders as muscles of twinkish scale and lizard like might push mighty and deep thrust after long and firm grind. 

       Like a train building pace on a steam of the evenings events, bodies surge and roll and grind, scales rustling together in a spectacular and sandstorm like hiss, hot breath steaming like the warmest   
of early spring rain as the super cell of their bliss suddenly erupts. Reaching down to stroke his spent partner furiously, sliding foreskin around relentlessly, Fhedu pleasures Svila’s spent shaft knowing that it can’t cause any harm, just a torturous excess of pleasure at this point. Trying to hold off his own orgasm, the top lizard waits until the ghost of an orgasm from a spent body rocks his partner and that generously loosened rump spasms before giving a few short thrusts and unloading with the force of a storm, feeling his body lighten by several pounds as he feels his nuts tighten. 

       Each rope is accompanied by a lightning like flash of over excited light from the worn out lizards as their luminescent bodies protest all of the activity but the nature of the sex is too carnal for a body to ignore and seed floods forwards until once again both collapse, and too exhausted to be quite so perfect at the shift as his partner was earlier a few ounces of seed roll out, far more than most animals ever even let loose but far from a drop in the bucket compared to the several gallons swelling his partners body. Moments later the cool metal plug elicits the same shivering clench and spasm from the blue lizard. 

       Several minutes pass, and many breaths as body light fades to a steady glow before both are able to move, scooping up the part of the dirt floor they’ve messed with a nearby broom and casting it in the can before heading for the convenient pile of pillows. A note propped up on a bucket with a washcloth and some towels impedes their progress. 

       A quick wipe with the rag first! The pillows and tent will be safe for a good rest until I open the shop again at noon tomorrow.   
For a signature a small otter paw print sets stamped where one might normally sign. 

       The adult toy store sign T’s Troublesome Toys on the wall behind the pillows, safe from the rain.