The lizardgirl is a hikikomori and I'm a self-insert?!

Your toes feel cold as you slowly wander from sleep. For a second you consider opening your eyes before realizing that they are entirely shut and refuse to open from last night's DaS pvp session. The memory of dark magic spammers still leaves your bum a little sensitive.

Regardless you still find the energy to get up and walk with lumbering movements toward the white confines of the tile laid bathroom of your small apartment in the outskirts of monstergirl city.

With sluggish movements you go through the motions, washing your face and scrubbing your teeth before stumbling into the shower. Everything felt so slow that you were at risk of falling asleep again where you stood, had it not been for the slick sensation that nearly drove you off your feet as you stepped inside.

You looked down at the black tiles of the shower floor where a thin film of purple liquid gathered. For a second fear crept into your heart before you decided to wash it away and continue as always, it was probably some fungi or something... hopefully.

The warm waters serve to revitalize you more than any toothbrush could hope to. By the time you step out you can feel your muscles spring to life as it should be, even so it probably wouldn't object to a few more hours of bed time so that you can dream of that cyclops with the giant breasts in your dream.

You fight that sensation and get ready for work, a white shirt slips on top of your average frame before buttoning some pants that look more or less clean, at least they smell clean.

It isn't until you touch the doorknob with your case slung over your shoulder that you realize it's a saturday, you didn't have to work today after all. The feeling of regret pools with the relief of having the entire day to goof off as you think about all the different errands that need to be taken care of. The myriad of priorities swirl in your head until you settle on...

1. Go to sleep again.
2. Go for a walk.
3. Go get some groceries.

You were already dressed to go out, might as well make some use of the circumstances. You check your pants for your wallet and phone before leaving the computer case next to the door and exiting into the beige hallways with woode grain floors of your apartment building. From the corner of your eye you can make out a red eye encircled by strands of white hair staring at you as closely. As soon as you turn to stare back the door shuts with a strenuous roar. She had a tendency to do that nowadays, your stalker.

Regardless she wasn't the focus of your attention this morning. The stairs quickly gave way to the bustling lobby where a scylla dressed in janitorial outfit argued with man over if somebody had been stealing his mail or not. He'd lose a lot more of he kept arguing with the irate scylla.

You exited the building and into the outside world, for being such a nice apartment building it really wasn't built in a busy area, in fact it was pretty much a sore thumb sticking out in an entirely suburbian neighborhood. The sidewalk seems to loop endlessly as you turn corner in search of your favorite store. It was small, in fact it only had four aisles, but the company was good and the shoppers were quiet and kind. It was a nice, plant-like existence that you enjoyed.

with that in mind the minimart appeared overhead, a red banner with the name laid out in white letters. 'tanuki mart! Shop smart!" admitedly the title was less than perfect, but you hardly paid it any attention.

The doors parted with a sci-fi woosh that gave way to the tidy insides of the supermarket. To your right the registers lined up, all empty except one where a bookish girl handled a long line of groceries belonging to an older centaur accompanied by her daughters. Besides that the aisles stretch out in front of you, to the right an older cyclops peruses the cereals calmly. To your left a lizardgirl cautiously eyes a decorative sword display with shaking hands.

Who do you talk to?

The bread was in that aisle and you didn't feel like dealing with a cyclops this early in the morning. You'd get the milk and cereals later anyway, for now the scaly girl seemed like an interesting person.

You weren't looking to scare her, but guessing by the way she stared at the claymore with shaking claws it wouldn't really be hard to do so accidentally. You rehearsed a pleasantry and stepped forward, apparently with enough force to set her off. One second you opened your mouth to speak, the next you were on the floor with lentils showered over you.

"C-C'mon man, I didn't hit you that hard! You ran into me you stupid... Humans are so fucking reckless!" Harsh words whispered into your face as she did her best not to call attention to herself, an act that was failing.

"I'm fine... I think." You coughed and looked up into her face, an act that once more froze her in space. For a second you thought smoke would pour from her ears before she sprung once more into action. Her claw grasped your hands and lifted you forcefully. The smile on her face was obviously forced, but then again it seemed to fit the rest of her nervous tics and twitches.

"Haha heheha. G-Good to see you didn't hurt yourself. You didn't hear anything before right? What? No of course you didn't Hahehaha!" She didn't let go of your hand, instead shaking it vigorously while continuing to talk about nothing in particular. It wasn't hard to see she was looking for an excuse to keep talking.

"Y-You like swords? I mean the thing hung up there. P-pretty neato huh?" You weren't particularly interested in swords, besides dark souls. You opened your mouth to excuse yourself but she beat you once again.

"Want to go get a coffee or so-something? I know this place..." Her eyes beamed at you despite the bags underneath them, she looked as if she hadn't slept in years. Her claw still held your hand in a trembling grasp while her eager smile remained fixed on you.

What do you say?

You looked at your watch and realized it was still only 8 or something, given that you had an entire day to burn off. It couldn't hurt to entertain her for just a little while longer, could it?

"Yeah, why not." You smiled at the lizard girl who instantly reddened as if you had promised to marry her. You could feel the excitement through her claw still grabbing your hand shaking, that and the sweat now settling into your palm from her own.

She noticed her claw as soon as the sweat dripped from her hand and onto the floor. For a second it looked as if she were going to hit you again. Instead she let go and laughed nervously while rubbing her sweaty claw on her shirt which she then lifted to her nose and inhaling deeply. You weren't sure if that was a compliment but that didn't stop her from giggling and stuttering an excuse.

The walk to her coffee place was short, only half a block away. Even so she managed to cram in a history lesson about the claymore and talk about the style of handles. Things that would normally put you to sleep, yet somehow her enthusiasm made it more interesting.

A bell rung as you entered the contemporary styled coffee place. Behind the counter an inari in a low cut white shirt smiled at the two of you while waving at the lizardgirl who desperately looked around to avoid eye contact. Even before you had sat down she was already behind you with an infectious smile.

"Look who finally got herself a man! So cute too!" The inari giggled and ran a dainty hand through your hair. Your companion's eyes turned downard with something approaching sadness while the inari fawned over you. Occasionally she would mutter a "Y-Yeah." or "I think so." whenever she made her a question regarding you. By the end it was easy to see she was either crying or blushing beneath her ragged hair.

By the time she left your hair was thoroughly groomed and your companion had turned quiet, painfully so like an autistic kid with legos.

"So uh, who was that?" You don't really understand what just happened. To your untrained eye you had just received some tender stroking by a healthy kitsune with hips that could get stuck in a doorway. Your first thought would be that the lizard girl was simply jealous. After all she didn't exactly have a model body, but it was understandable how her thin physique could be attractive.

"I-I don't know her! What makes you think I know her?!" She jumps up from her resting position in the now familiar quirk fashion that she has. Only now it seems a bit more intense, as if she had just seen a spider crawl down her skirt.

"You sure? You should know that I came because you asked me to. Not her." You placed your hand on her shoulder and watched as she melted into it. You could see her eyes flutter as her long pointed ear rubbed shamelessly against the back of your hand. Not that she seemed particularly inclined to end it.

"I-I just HATE how other monstergirls always interrupt. Yo-You know?" Her brows furrowed at the word hate before she spoke up again, this time a little jumpier than before. "A-All I want is one guy, one guy who won't run away when I mention swords o-or skip out on me when he goes to the bathroom. Why is it always me and not the other monstergirls? Why do I get punished for not raping men?! F-F-Fu-Fuck that!"

She banged her hand on the table which had two effects simultaneously. First of all it caused her to suddenly remember who she was speaking to, and second it perked the ears of the kitsune who now watched more curious than before.

Her claws covered her mouth and tears formed at the edge of her eyes as she tried to explain herself while also trying to stop herself from worsening the situation. "N-No it's not like that! I don't ra-rape men I just... I just wanted to. I mean it's just that I... I..."

Her eyes spoke volumes of the panic she was going through. If you didn't intervene she would probably run off or faint.

You reach out and place your hand on her shoulder once more, this time it doesn't have the same effect of calming her so much as exciting her when she was already on the verge of vomiting, but at the very least it gave you an anchor.

"Hey it's alright I don't think you'd rape me. You look too sweet to do that sort of thing. Why don't we just get some coffee and talk for a bit, that sound alright to you?" You look her straight in the eye and nod slowly. At first she refuses to look back, but eventually she does look, and from there it's a simple task of reassuring her.

It takes five or so minutes but she finally calms down. Her eyes centered on yours in a dreamy state while a light blush spreads on her cheeks. You could see the hearts form in her eyes as she drifted closer to you without even noticing.

"O-Okay. We can get coffee and talk and... and stuff." It was an ambiguous statement, but it certainly beat being vomited on or having a screaming lizardgirl. You took the chance to finally get some conversation going.

"So, why do you like swords so much?" It was the only topic that you could connect to her, and it worked great as she perked up in her seat and smiled, not a forced one like before, but a genuine smile.

"I-I just do, they're cool and they make noises when you swing them. Haven't y-you ever wanted to smash fruits with a sword?" She leaned forward, which normally would have revealed tits, in her case it just gave you a shot of her plain white bra strap.

You didn't really understand what she was talking about, but for the better half of an hour she spoke about the wonders of the ballista and how she had built one when she was little. For the most part you just nodded.

"Is everything to your liking sir?" Neither of you had noticed the Inari, but now she towered over the two of you with her heavy breasts resting on your neck. You can see the tears forming in the lizard's eyes, only this time you can react in time.

what do you say?

Yeah. Just hanging out with my girl. Is there a problem?" You reposition yourself from the inari, forcing yourself closer to the lizard girl while also taking away the support of your neck for her to rest on. The effect on both of the girls is immediate as the lizard girl gasps in surprise while the Inari slumps back before looking away embarrased.

"It's nothing, but if you want to stay here you have to buy something. Paying customers would better use your seat after all." She smiles haughtily down at you, any trace of previous kindness replaced by an annoyed smile that practically breathes jealousy. It took you from the time she finished talking to the time she started breathing to get up and lift the shocked lizardgirl with you before heading to the door. You close it behind you with her claws tightly latched on to your arm.

"H-His girl?" she whispers the phrase to herself several times as you walk down the street. You don't even have to turn to feel the heat coming off from her flushed cheeks or the trembling coming from her hands as she builds the courage to move herself closer to you.

Minutes pass by and you enjoy the tense reaction you receive from her. You can tell she desperately wants to speak, but the fear in her breath keeps her from even speaking. You cruise along the streets with the cloudy saturday sky above you until her voice finally breaks the silence.

"W-What did you mean?!" There is no calm in her voice, but somehow that just makes her cuter as she wrings your arm desperately. "I-I'm serious, a-are you playing around with me? I won't ju-just let myself be used!" Her footsteps carry loudly as she positions herself in front of you and spreads her arms to keep you in place.

There's a strange fragility in her stance, as if she could melt away at a second with simply being touched, yet at the same time she manages to appear very strong, or the strongest she can seem for being as short as she is.

"There isn't a lot to misunderstand. Do you want to go out with me?" You smile at the lizardgirl now entirely frozen. She obviously has never had this happen before as she tries to jump forward to hug you while simultaneously trying to kiss you, the end result of which is her head nestling into your shoulder in a hard tackle that nearly throws you off your feet.

She doesn't speak, then again you wouldn't know what to say in this situation either. Occasionally you can make out a gasping sound followed by sobbing or sometimes a sniffle and a long wailing sound that reminds you of a cat. You pat her back and let her have her moment without any interruption.

When she finally pulls away it is only so that she can kiss you, not a word is exchanged before she lunges forward with her lips puckered similar to a teenager who has never actually kissed anyone. What she lacks in experience she more than makes up for in passion, her tongue thrashes in your mouth trying her best to feel all of you with her appendage.

Meanwhile her arms do the same to your body as they pass over you. You had known her for only a few hours but now she was eagerly trying to straddle you in broad daylight. It takes the most of your willpower to hold her back and resist as well.

"D-Don't you want to? I-I want to do it with you. I want do it with you, ri-right now even!" You can hardly hold her back from her bout of passionste desire. If you were going to do this you wanted to do it right after.

"Why don't we head somewhere more private?" Your words are eagerly met with rapid nodding, you doubt she understood what you said so much as what your words would lead to. "A-Anywhere! I'll g-go anywhere if it means we can't be to-together!"

with that established you think of all the places you could go. You would have to vist her house eventually, but given her neet tendencies it was hard to imagine it being clean, on the other hand your apartment was a bit far.

"Do you live fa-" Your words are broken as her claw grabs your wrists and pulls you forward. Her cheeks burn as she breaks into a jog and forces you to keep up with her, through the streets and sidewalks she turns gracefully as if her life depended on it. You can only stumble but at the very least you don't crash throughout the entire trip.

She finally comes to a stop in front of a shady looking apartment, the walls are a mossy white and the gate is literally unseparable from that of a jail, that didn't seem so important to the girl who shamelessly pressed her crotch against your leg and rubbed back and forth as the elevator slowly climbed to her residence.

"W-We're here! Go inside and hug me again like you did earlier." Her claw landed on your chest and pushed forward as the elevator opened into a disgustingly ugly hallway, literal concrete walls with a lightbulb hanging from the ceiling. Her apartment was easy to pick out from being the only one that didn't have a torn door or simply not having a door to start with.

"C'mon and hurry up! I wa-want to do even more stuff with you... You... W-What's your name?" Her eyes widened in confusion as she realized that not once had you exchanged names during your entire time together, which honestly only amounted to a few hours.

"Anon." You shook her hand which drew out a smile as she nodded and wrapped her arms around your neck softly. For a second her lust subsided under the weight of her newfound happiness. "A-Anon is a nice name. I th-think I like it, I really do!"

With that established she kissed your cheek and dragged you helplessly to the only door which didn't look like Anne Frank had been hiding inside. Though despite the sweet moment you had just shared there was something still eating away at you.

"And you? What's your name?" You dusted yourself off as you got up and faced the lizardgirl surprised that anybody would care about her name. "M-Me? Uh... I'm..."

what's her name?

She scratched her head and avoided your gaze for a second, a fairly simple question like this shouldn't be a problem for her, even if she was shy.

"M-My name? I have one of those... It's... It's..." Nervous eyes darted from side to side with little rest as her eyes scoured the dingy hallway with a torn lightbulb hanging overhead. Eventually her gaze settled on the floor where she reluctantly pulled a stained wallet from her backpocket.

"S-Sorry. It's been so long since someone asked, and I-I don't really use it for much." She laughed nervously and blushed as she shakily pulled out a card that had long since become pasted to the brown leather walls of the wallet. The sound it made as she pulled it out told you just how old it was, ten? Maybe 15 years old.

"H-Here it is!" She smiled as she held out the faded laminated card in her hands for you to take. The photos and text were all but gone, but it was at least readable to a degree for you.

"Agilin Lacerta" The font was a peculiar choice, but it wasn't as important as the expression of absolute surprise as she looked up into your eyes. "My name! H-How could I forget it?" She ripped from your hands with her own claws and looked over it with no lack of wonder.

"A-gi" She repeated the syllables to herself, sounding out the vocals in her mouth as if it were a strange philosophical concept instead of her own. Finally she put away the card and grabbed your hand slowly, her trembling still as present as ever.

"S-So Anon, what do you thi-think of my name? I like it, but I don't care about liking it if you don't. I-I want Anon to like me more than anything. Do y-you?"

She seemed so tiny as her claws grabbed your hand gently, her thumb gently sliding across the back of your hand as her long hair covered her eyes, leaving only her nervous swaying to give any indication of how she felt.

You stroke her hair, immediately regretting the action as you realize just how greasy and unkempt it really is. You stick through it and eventually retrieve your hand from the other side now slightly stickier than is healthy.

"I'm standing in an apartment that looks like stalin won the cold war, would I be here if I didn't like you?" She grins in an apologetic way before turning around to open the door. Her tail swishes rapidly from side to side with the excitement that her face won't show.

"So you may not l-like it, but this is my home!" She pushes the door with a hand to beckon you inside, which you do, albeit slowly in fear of something falling from the ceiling which has clear holes in some places.

"I uh, I don't really like cleaning so it may be a little... difficult to walk through, my room is where I live anyways." she turned back to you for a second before heading deeper into the void of darkness where nothing good can possibly wait.

You trek after her despite the odds, garbage bags gather at your feet like grains of sand and the clear trail of concrete floor is soon reduced to a few inches wide across from the growing hills of garbage and refuse, every step sees a skittering of devilbugs and you swear you can even see an oomukade waving weakly at you from the safety of the farthest garbage mountain.

At some point the garbage simply stops, the rays of light entering from the decrepit ceiling turn into pinpoints guiding you closer and closer to what you hope is her room. Her voice like a saving grace still guides you from that distant emptiness that you have yet traversed.

And just like that it ends. You pass through some invisible point and a door opens before you, from the other side a room lifts from the darkness where she waits on a bed draped with a simple, if dirty, white sheets. The only other decoration is an old tv where a dark souls character stands before the seathe foggate.

You climb beside her into the bed where she greets you with a nervous nod before putting the controller away. You can tell by the way her eyes refuse to look at yours that she is terribly afraid, but before you can comfort her she steals the first words.

"I-I'm not scared, it's just... I've never really been with anyone before. I-I've read some manga but they don't seem like trustworthy guides, d-do you know what to do?" Her claws delicately grab your wrist for support before she leans into you, looking desperately into your eyes with a tinge of something behind them.

You think back to all the hentai you've read over the years before realizing that they probably weren't trustworthy guides either. At best you had kissed her this morning, did that count as experience? Even if it did she was technically the one to take charge in the end.

“Anon? I asked you a question…” You look back at her and find her eyes placed on yours in pinpoints, not hostile, yet at the same time they radiate a certain determination that you can’t help but fear.

“How many?” Her nail pushes inward just a tiny bit in conjunction with her leaning forward, her perfectly curved nose now only centimeters away from yours, she didn’t really seem weak anymore. “I-I just want to know if you know, so how many did you have before me?” Her lips part showing her grit teeth and tense smile.

“Please Anon. I ne-need to know. Just tell me. Tell me, tell me tell me tell me!!” each repetition brings her closer until she finally loses her balance and falls on you with an oomph. Her tiny frame slams into your chest where she cries silently. “O-Oww.”

It isn’t enough to dissuade her from asking, as her arms wrap around your chest and hold together at the back, her neck swivels up leaving you to stare into her determined eyes. “I’m not letting go until you spill!” Regardless of her threat you can see the sweat dripping down her face in fear.

"I'll be honest with you." Your poor choice of words is immediately reflected in the tightening grasp on your chest as well as the shrinking of her pupils into pins.

You breathe through it and recover enough to continue before she can fully strangle you. "I held hands once. Only once, never kissed another girl or anything!" Your last breath escapes with no chance to replenish it. It is only after thirty seconds that her grip loosens and her voice like a withered flower cries.

"W-Well... I really wanted to be the first person to have held y-your hand, but if you promise to never hold anohther girl's hands again... I'll fo-forgive you." She buries her face into your chest and nuzzles her cheeks against the fabric of your shirt playfully. Her hands let go and slowly slide up and down your back as she explores your body.

"Do you promise not to choke me again?" Your heart wants to be okay with what she just did, but your lungs cry out for revenge. Revenge that your dick doesn't particularly want. She nods while simultaneously rubbing herself even further into you.

"I-I don't care. As long as I can always hug you, as long as I can feel you like this... I p-promise to never hurt you if you keep your promise!" Her voice comes in ragged breath interspersed with moans of enjoyment. Slowly she slides her way up your body and into a tight hug where she remains with her head buried in your shoulder.

"T-This smell. This smell is Anon's smell, but now it also smells like me. Do you really like me Anon? I can't do stuff as well as other monstergirls you know. I don't work and I don't clean or cook. I-I'd probably be a terrible mother too...　Wouldn't you prefer a better mg? Anon?"

Through the ragged breaths you can hear her sobs, a deep-rooted hatred that has been growing for years, something that could only exist after constant reinforcement from other people.

What do you say/do?

"Well It's not like I'm a cakewalk you know." You take your finger and prop it against her chin. Her eyes easily lift themselves to meet your gaze, however hard it may be for her to hold back her blush.

"W-What about you? Anon's cool and handsome. You d-didn't let sluts get in the way and you even accepted me after I hit you. I-I just want to be worthy of being next to you." Her claw slowly wraps around your finger, her shivering has also somehow become cute in these last few hours.

"Don't talk like that. I mess up plenty. I sucked in highschool. Didn't even have friends until after I left college and to be honest the only girl who ever held my hand was my big sister when she took me to prom. I fucking hate prom."

You cringe as you remember the snake girl trying to lead the way on the dance floor and managing to knock over the punch before running away while holding you like a baby. You're pretty sure she enjoyed turning you into an aspie.

"Well. I don't really care about such things, as long as Anon is here with me. I don't really need children anyway... U-Unless you want them! I want whatever Anon wants!" she pushed herself against you and wrapped her arms, by now you had spent at least the last 30 minutes talking. Just looking for ways to pass the time before she asked for the inevitable.

"I-In fact..." There it was, the smile on her lips and the light blush were indicative of what she wanted. "If you want d-daughters so badly then I'll gladly help you. I be-belong to you in my heart, you should make me yours in body also!" Her lips delicately met your cheeks, one kiss turned to two which in turn led to three. Before long your face was covered in a myriad of wet kisses which were followed by her exasperated breath.

"I ca-can't stand it anymore. It's hot. Too hot. Please Anon. Please cool me down." She shook violently as her hips grinded against yours, her hands tightly held in yours as she did her best to sate her lust

There were no words left to exchange, only wild animal lust remained between the two of you as you tore her skirt off her legs and down her tail. Likewise her claws fumbled as they first attempted to undo the buttons, followed by simply ripping them away in a flurry of lust, the end result was the same as your erection popped into full view.

Her panties, white simple cotton, perfect for a girl with no sex life. Now they were less ideal as her juices flooded them from a pure white to a lewd transparency through which her lips clearly throbbed with desire. Her shirt suffered a similar fate as you lifted it off her body. She didn't have much to offer in the chest department, but somehow her small tits were still attractive, strangely sexy to you.

"D-Don't look. Your eyes, I feel like you're going to eat me when you lo-look at me like that!" Her solution to the problem consisted of pressing her modest bust to your chest where you couldn't see, this also had the effect of pasting her humid crotch against yours.

"A-Ah!" her lips parted in surprise as her hips buckled suddenly. Your arms were the only thing that held her up as her lower body spasmed uncontrollably. Nervous giggling filled the room as she smiled at you with sweat slowly dripping off her face.

"S-Sorry. I'm not really any good at this am I?" She repositioned herself slowly on top of you in time with her legs slowly regaining control. Strings of lubrication steadily dripped down her thighs as she placed her crotch above your erection.

"Now we... Now we have to connect?" You nodded slowly as she lowered herself. Already she was involuntarily thrusting in an attempt to bridge the gap. You knew what would happen as soon as she made contact.

The distance closed quickly, with only a centimeter or so left it finally happened; she thrust forward and made contact with the very tip. Time slowed down as you calculated everything that had to be done.

It wasn’t hard to understand that she would slip. As soon as her clit rubbed against your tip she yelped in surprise. Her teeth grit as she fell in slow motion. Her convulsing legs gave just enough boost to reposition her opening to your raging erection which in turn thrust upwards to meet her daring challenge.

On your end there was little doubt as to what you had to do. With every inch that she her well lubricated entrance swallowed effortlessly you were also filled with a savage desire to own her. Not to simply make love, but to fuck her until her lips were unable to form words, until she could only move her hips upward to meet your every ground breaking thrust.

With a final push you dug your feet into the mattress as support, you were going to need it if you wished to succeed. Your glutes screamed as they filled with strength meant to finish the job you had started.

“GATTAAIII!” You thrust upwards with the strength of your entire body reaching its inevitable stress point. Muscles rearranged and cried as ligaments severed and bones cracked from sheer force.

The effect on your lizardgirl was instantaneous, what was meant to be a slow descent for her to accommodate herself turned into a daring show of manliness and bad references. Her eyes widened and her lips parted if only for a second as a final thought became words.

“So this is the power of penis energy? Not bad, not bad at all.” Her figure soon became shrouded in the light emanating the point of connection between your shaking bodies.

Tears shook themselves free from her eyes and her teeth grinded against one another in her blind fit of absolute pleasure. Each of her limbs shook separately as her womb burst with the warmth of your seed forcing itself in.

Her tiny body shuddered for several minutes afterward, the orgasms washing over without really breaking or ending. No ending or beginning between them as one by one they broke her down. The only thing that changed was her position as her arms tore into your shoulders and her legs locked themselves around your hips.
You didn’t realize that you had cum, pain from her claws digging helplessly into your back was a slight problem, but one that you could forgive given the circumstances demanding your attention at the front. She didn’t seem to notice as red drops slide down to her elbows anyway.

The explosion of energy calmed down slowly. Her hair that had once been straight was now wrapped in curls around her body, her claws too refused to stop shaking even as she retrieved them from your back without really understanding what had happened to them. Her mouth refused to close with her gasps for air torn by her pleasure.

When she finally did calm down it was because you slid out. It was mostly because there was little to give her after having gone empty from repeated ejaculations. Even so her lust did not die entirely, instead she pushed her legs together knowing that there was little she could ask of you for tonight.

You fell into place beside her where she slowly cuddled her hair against your shoulder. The smile on her face shining like a new star set in space as the warmth of your love still filled her endlessly.

“I-I think that I must be pregnant now. T-There’s no other possibility.” Her hands settled on her mound of venus where the wisps of stray hair were now sticky with her juices and yours mixed together. “I never thought I’d want to be a mother, b-but it doesn’t seem so bad. D-Do you think you’re ready to be a dad Anon? Her eyes pleaded for an answer.

“Of course I am. Humanity isn’t that stupid.” You smiled in a crazed way as you fell asleep. Her hair still nuzzling against your shoulder.

1. Go home when you wake up
2. Stay with her, for now.

On some level you're aware of your surroundings, the lizardgirl's head resting on your heart. Her hand on your belly which she moves in a circular motion every few minutes. You're even aware of her messy hair sprawled across the sheets and your neck. Why does it feel as if there's something your missing?

Her tail, while not as long as a lamia's or as strong, still manages to twine your leg like a creeping vine on a rusted fence post. Her claws dart to your shoulder where she secures herself like a particularly cute backpack. For a second her stirring even sounds as if she'll wake up before her head settled down on your chest, you can see the black bags under her eyes still prominent as if she hadn't slept a second. It was cute too, a part of her that you couldn't imagine her not having.

It was with that sight that you fell asleep once more,this time into a dreamless sleep that you didn't particularly miss when your eyes opened into the empty room. This time the curtains were drawn completely, closing out what you suspected was the morning sun, even so the light still beat brightly into the room, giving life to what was yesterday a formless waste.

The bed was as you suspected, in terrible conditions. Scratched wood and springs gave way to a white mattress stained deeply with what you guessed was agi's "lust" for lack of a less lewd word. The floors were brimming with wastes of all sort, from soda bottles and plates to videogame discs torn halfway through and other memorabilia. It was definitely a problem, but you had time for that.

With that in mind you stepped out of the bed. The floor felt dusty and at the same time slimy, a combination that you shoved out of mind as you put your shoes on almost immediately before heading out. The living room by contrast seemed less scary than before, it was still terrifying, but now the light at least gave you the peace of mind that you weren't stepping into a devil bug's trap or on an Oomukade's tail. God knows that there could be any assortment of bugs living here.

You waded through the living room and into the kitchen where you could hear her. Agi's voice was lively for the hour, or any hour really. A song that you suspected came from an anime sung in a highpitched voice that failed to hit nearly every note while still sounding adorable. The moment your hand touched the door it froze, a tense yelp escaping her lips before she quickly returned to what she was doing.

The kitchen was dirty, but less so than the rest of the house. The dishes didn't seem quite clean and a film of oil covered the sink which was rusty, all in all it came as a pleasant surprise. Of course, that surprise meant nothing to the lizardgirl whose tail freely swished in the air with only an apron to hide her shame.

"A-Anon?!" She turned, obviously tense as the oversized apron threatened to drag her down with every step. It didn't help that she held a plate in one hand and a bottle of water in the other, only further ruining her balance. "I c-cooked for you, I uh, don't know what you like but this is my favorite so please dig in!"

"What are you doing?" She smiled nervously as if she didn't understand the question before passing the bottle of water into your hands. She was shaking from either fear or arousal. "I-I don't know what you mean! I always wear this apron when I cook b-because it uh... It's comfy!" The fact that she had to crane her head through the white strip of fabric made for someone much larger proved that false. You were ready to help her but she brushed you aside before returning to setting up breakfast.

She set down the dusty plate on a small flip out table that popped from the wall when she pressed her tail to it. You smiled and looked down only to regret it. Ramen was a fine snack, but it was not breakfast, much less when served with a boiled egg and sliced up sausages. To be honest it didn't even look good as ramen, it just felt wrong looking at it.

"I-is something wrong uh... S-Sweety?" Her claws grabbed your shoulders where she remained, her head rubbed against the nape of your neck and through the thick fabric of the apron you could feel her body. She was clueless as to how to make food, or pull off a sexy apron, but there was no doubt that she had worked to make this as good as it was.

The air was even more tense than before, now she waited beside you with pleading eyes that begged for only your approval. You wanted to make her feel good about herself, but would reinforcing a habit like this really be the answer? The seconds ticked by painfully slow as you came to a decision.

1. Eat the ramen, make her feel good about herself.
2. Refuse the ramen, take her out to a restaurant.
3. custom, what do your tastebuds say?

"Let's get some fresh air instead." You have maybe four seconds if she isn't feeling persistent, one second if she is. Your hand darts forward and into her claw which you grip tightly. If you gave her time to speak she would back out or find a way to stay, maybe even go as far as tie you up. None of these were viable ways of living and you didn't plan on making them real.

Your movement startles her. Her eyes go wide with surprise as you pull her into the living room and back into her room. Along the way she tries several times to speak, but only ever manages a word or two before stopping. "B-But!" "Just give me a minute!" "I wo-worked so..." "A-Anon please!" You ignore them for the moment, you'd make it up to her later somehow if it meant at least escaping that monstruosity.

It's only when you enter her room that she finally finds enough backbone to stand up. Her hand tightens painfully as her other hand grips your shoulder with terrifying strength. "W-What's wrong?!" She still has the apron pulled over her body, but now one of the straps has come loose giving you a sight of her nipple and her taut skin as she tries wrestling an answer out of you.

You look into her eyes with most of the effort being placed into not screaming at your severely sprained shoulder and speak. "I just thought we could get something to eat. I know this coffee place..." At the mention of coffee her claw nearly stabs you. The memory of a certain kitsune must still sting in her mind.

"We don't need to go out do we? We can just stay here for a little longer and play videogames or watch TV or even... Or even..." She trails off, the red blush on her cheeks give away her thoughts. You were tempted to do so too, but there was little chance of ever leaving if she managed to rope you into that.

"We can do that later, wouldn't you enjoy a walk in the park while we hold hands and whisper nothings into the other's ears?" You hadn't watched many Anime's recently, but people who watched that stuff were normally hopelessly romantic, maybe the same could be said of the green scales girl holding you close like a daki.

Her cheeks had been red before, now with her mouth slightly ajar and her eyes wide with sudden realization that she could live out one of her kitsunese novels they had turned into scarlet waves of lewdity, the air around her face heating up through the sheer force of her public handholding fetish melting down the circuits of her brain.

This had an unintended sideeffect however. You didn't realize it until she pushed, just a single push was all it took to cover the distance between her bedroom door and the bed where you found yourself.

"Anon... That was hot... Too hot... I wa-want to hold hands and whisper stuff... I need to do it." You realized your error in time for her small body wander closer and closer. You had hoped it would incentivize her to go out and actually experience handholding in public, instead it just gave her meaningless fulfillment that she would use as fuel to fuck you into a stain. It was ironic for reasons you couldn't understand given the context of the narrative.

You struggled to slowly worm yourself away from her, your arms and legs felt as if they had taken a beating just by being thrown. Why do monstergirls even get to be so strong when their arms are that thin? Your thoughts were interrupted by the sound of her lithe body crawling into bed.

"C'mon Anon... Y-you should take responsibility for making me like this. You already knew didn't you? You knew I had a handholding fetish. You want this just as much as I do." Her words would have sounded much more rapey if she had looked menacing, but her tail wrapping your waist with enough force to pull the two of you was a testament to how deceiving her looks were.

"D-don't I get a choice here?!" Breathing was hard, but not impossible. Evidently she had at least learned a little about self control from last night, that didn't mean she would control her lust however. "You ma-made your choice." Her voice was sultry as her warm breath hit your cheeks.

1. struggle pathetically (leads to going out for breakfast)
2. give yourself (Interrupted by yandere stalker)
3. run away (full yandere transformation)
4. Actually give yourself (tender loving)
4. custom (what should happen?)

You only had a second, that was the window in which the space between your bodies was such that you could slide out. Her lubrication would be put to great use. Not the kind of use that you'd want, but it worked for what you needed. Her face changed to surprise as you plopped out the other side and hit the floor. You made a vow never to do that again.

"Huh? Anon what are you...?" She watched, first in confusion as you got to your feet and then in shock as you ran to the door. If you had been looking you would have seen the slow process as she realized what was happening. The sudden chill running down her spine as the thought of being alone again hit her. Her pupils shrinking while her heart skipped more than just one beat, and finally the first of many tears as the shock gave way to sadness. "W-Why? Anon where a-are you going?!"

You didn't reply. The door to the living room gave way easily enough, but that didn't mean much in comparison to the journey of traversin the wastes of the living room. Behind you the sound of her claws rapting against the floor reminded you of a rat rather than a lizard, the thought of a jogging crocodile entered your head, but it didn't offer any comfort.

"Anon come back!" Her voice was was far behind you as you rounded the final mountain of garbage that lead to the door to your freedom. If you had taken even a second more then you would have been swallowed by the gripping claw of a beelzebub whose head poked from the hole seconds later. The mischief spelled on her face seemed to laugh at you.

"A-A-Anon?! Where are you!" She called out once more, your hand gripped the doorknob which nearly broke free of the wooden door rotten with age. You needed some serious self-restraint to prevent yourself from tearing it down and giving away where you were. Not that it mattered much as the sound of her claws digging through the garbage slowly inched forward.

"What did I do wrong? I just wanted to hold hands and cuddle! Please Anon! P-Please come back to m-me!!" She lamented to herself as you descended, farther and farther down the concrete steps that led away from her apartment. You weren't sure if she would follow you into the outside world. On one hand she was still naked and wearing a loose apron over her otherwise unimpressive body, on the other hand you were the first man to ever show interest in her and you had fucked her. The scales didn't seem hard to figure out.

"I won't let you take it away from me! I love Anon and Anon should love me too! C-Come back... Come back please..." Her tone was ragged with tears, her voice broken by sobs as she continued to beg for your return or otherwise threaten you should you fail to comply. The sound of her steps were unnaturally quick. For every floor you descended she somehow closed in four, maybe five steps. You wouldn't make it a step outside if she continued at this pace.

It was only as you rounded the final steps that you saw her behind you. Her face was a mask now, solidly stoic while tears continued to race down her cheeks. You would have gotten a better look if you weren't trying to get away. The aura of hostility was practically tangible as she raced after you. The sight of a girl running down stairs naked with an apron should be funnier, but this only inspired fear.

You burst through the other side and into the lobby of the dilapidated building. It was expectedly empty given that she was likely one of maybe a dozen remaining residents, but that just meant that help was even farther away than you would have liked. With the advantage of maybe a three seconds you look around to take in the room and choose where you should go.

1. outside. (yandere stalker catches you)
2. Broom closet (now yandere lizardgirl catches you)
3. Turn yourself in (slightly less yandere lizardgilr catches you)
4. custom (where would you hide?)

Your best bet was to run for help. If you could find someone reasonable. Someone who could take on an enraged lizardgirl, at least then you'd stand a chance to save your freedom. Anything else would lead to being captured again, and no matter how much you liked Agi, she was definitely a girl with problems you couldn't solve. The choice was easy to make and even easier to carry out, the door awaits!

You burst free of the dreary concrete walls and scratched paint and into the outside air. All at once the pressure that was on your shoulders evaporates, the feeling of freedom is enough to truly cry for joy. There's nothing in this world quite as nice as knowing that you are in control of your destiny and that no monster, no matter how beautiful or seductive, could control you. The fate of man is in his own hands, not by some transcendental entity or law, and much less by some hand of god hovering above. At least it was true that man has total control over his own will.

"Brother?"

The voice is soft and kind as her tail slithers around your legs. How had you not noticed her? The chill running down your spine can only be matched in speed and strength by the tail now coiling up. Not even a second has passed before her tail as white as the light of a star has you completely covered from toes to neck. Unlike Agi's grip the tail makes sure to keep you completely comfortable, she would know how best to acheive that.

"Ara ara, to think that my darling brother has gotten himself lost. How careless of him. Good thing his loving amazing wonderful incredible loving Onee-sama was here to help, right?" You didn't point out that she'd said loving twice. You also didn't point out that she had probably followed you, there were certain things that she hated, chief among them was being accused of yandereness. Last time you did so she tied you up in her room for days and refused to let you go.

"Come now, lets go somewhere more... Private." Already the rabid screams of the lizardgirl searching desperately for you fill the air faintly, only a thirty seconds or so is all it would take for her to find you and reclaim you. Not that she could possibly take on a shirohebi.

Her tail unwraps just enough for her to slither about, the gracefulness of her movements hide the urgency of her speed. Soon the open air of the streets is replaced by the warm humidity of an alley, around you the buildings crowd with fireescapes and behind you a metal fence followed by another street is all the light that enters your world.

"My brother, my darling little brother. Why were you so far away from our home? What business could possibly take you from me?" Her voice is fraught with concern, genuine, and curiosity, completely false. There was also the fact that she had followed you to this city and rented the apartment next to you for the sole purpose of keeping you close. She had never been this forward though, what had set her off?

"Actually, don't answer that yet. Let's ask a better question." She smiled warmly and slowly placed you on the ground, her tail still placed on your shoulder like a reassuring hand. "What is that terrible stench on your body?" It takes you a second to realize that she doesn't mean the garbage around you, but the smell of Agi on your body. It was disconcerting to think about what she would do to her if she found out.

"I asked you a question!" Her voice rises before you're given a chance to respond, her human body darts forward to you without restraint. She had always been well endowed, but now her breasts seemed needlessly large as she pressed them to your body. Her dainty hands both circled to the back of your head where she held you in place as her eyes looked into yours. Your grunts of pain meant little to the Onee-sama who wanted answers.

1. Lie (amputation, like seriously don't choose this)
2. be truthful (very little chance of ever seeing lizardgirl again)
3. tell her you love her (escape her wrath for a little, buy time)
4. custom (what should we do and what will happen?)

There was one thing you loved about your onee-sama, she may accidentally crush you with her body, or stab you with her sharp fingernails, or try to pour disfiguring battery acid on your face so that you'll need her for the rest of your life, but she would never coil too tightly. You didn't know if it was instinctual of all shirohebis or simply a personal preference of hers, but it was paying off now that you knew the answer.

"I love you Onee-sama!" Your voice wasn't loud, but the power behind the words crashed through her like a truck. Just from that her arms gave out and her hips thrust downwards as if she were about to orgasm, she probably was if the goofy smile on her face and the trembling fingers stroking your hair were any indication. You had to work for it, but given a minute you were free of her reigns, though escaping would be a futile effort. At the first sign of actual intent she would probably get to her tail and track you down within a minute, a lizardgirl's legs couldn't compare to a shirohebi's tail after all.

"H-He loves me... His Onee-sama. He loves me... So cute, so cuddly. He! Hehaheheha!" Her words came out in a haze of confusion and dribble as you hoisted her up and against the wall. Even years after suffering her abuse and occasional insanity you couldn't bring yourself to hate her. She was a good sister whenever she wasn't trying to rape you or prove that you had been raped. With your shirt you wiped away the trail of drool escaping the corner of her mouth.

"Anon... I love you. Love you so hard... So amazing. Always loved you, always will." Even after a minute of trying to wake her from the daze she refuses to answer anything except by complimenting you or repeating what you've said as if it were the word of god. She only snaps out of it when you turn away to look at the distance between you and the streets.

"W-what are you doing brother?" Her body presses against your back as if she hadn't been a drooling mess of orgasms and emotions just a few seconds ago. Her hand intertwines with yours perfectly and she kisses your cheek tenderly before slithering ahead with you hand in hand.

"I feel as if I was angry about something a while ago, but now it all seems hazy. I don't really care about such stupid things anyway, not as long as my otouto is here with me." Her free hand stroked your hair with the tips of her fingernails while she hummed a tune, something that you remembered from a videogame. You also remember that she would often spend money from her pocket to buy you things, videogames and candy, stuff like porn magazines when you were a teenager, even if they were all shirohebi editions with most of the faces cut out and replaced by hers. You felt a blush on your cheeks at that embarrassing memory that she made sure to repeat all throughout your adolescences despite your insistence that she stop.

"So, what do you want to do now?" You had to get away from here, if you were to stay then the chances of reencountering the lizardgirl shot up incredibly. You guessed your sister wasn't going to object from the possibility of going somewhere more private. You knew for a fact that she had an incredibly complex map of all romantic places in the city and how often you passed by so she could "accidentally" pass by at the same time and take you there.

"I'm fine going anywhere as long as Anon stays with me. Anything that would make him happy is bound to make me twice, no, three times as happy!" Once more she ruffled your hair, this time taking the time to also lower herself and rub her cheeks gleefully against yours. To anyone else it would seem as if you were a couple deeply in love.

"That's great. I have an idea though." You had to plan your words if you wanted to make this work out. She would probably only remain as dere for the next half hour before she remembered your smell and asked you about it, at worse she was already aware and was only waiting for you to mess up so she could "reasonably" kidnap you and tie you up.

"What is it? What could my strong masculine brother want to do with his sister?!" She blushed and bit her lower lip. Her eyes screamed 'fuck me!' clearly, but you weren't sure that was the route to take. Much less given that you had no idea what you were planning to do.

1. Go back to the apartment. (yandere Onee-sama shirohebi femdom)
2. Go back to Agi's apartment (Yandere showdown, this probably won't end well)
3. Go on a deito (why the fuck not, more cute Onee-sama things)
4. Custom (I got no clue, what would you guys like?)