Lizardgirl(CYOA, REVISED!)

Tonight was Anon's day off. Exhausted from a week's worth of hard work, he decided to go out drinking alone, like the pitiful man he was. He took a seat at the far end of the dark, humid pub. The air reeked of tobacco and cheap perfume. The folks around this joint were only interested in cheap drinks, and loose monsterwomen. They had no time for actual conversation, and were eager to pursue pleasure wherever possible, even if it meant turning to a less pure option. Anon didn't mind, he didn't care for people like them.

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

Anon turned to reply, but was shocked by the appearance of his challenger. Before him stood a beautiful brunette, whose arms and legs were coated in pasty blue scales. She wore a black tank-top under her leather jacket. She had a short skirt, but wore no shoes or socks. This was typical of Lizardwomen, whose feet are too misshapen for stockings or high-heels to look fashionable.

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

"Sure, I'm in the mood for a challenge. What do you have in mind?" Anon replied.

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

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

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

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

Anon couldn't control his emotions. "Oh, I'm only jus' gettin' started!" Anon cheered. Against his better judgement, he downed the rest of his pint.

His challenger maintained that smug aura, and did her best to down the last of her drink. With only a few drops left in her mug, the scale-clad girl fell out of her chair. Her body lay sprawled out on the dirty pub floor, peacefully asleep. Feeling pity for his fallen rival, Anon paid the tab out of his own pocket. Thankfully, the lesser humans get a discount at this particular pub.

Down a few shekels, and stumbling from his intoxication, Anon carried the unconscious body into a taxi, and took her home. He left her on the couch, and went to bed.

He woke up the next morning, with his rival cozily resting her head on his chest.

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

"Am I not allowed to be here?"

"Maybe."

"Why 'maybe'?

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

"I don't plan on leaving."

"Why's that?"

"Because I'm interested in you."

"You hardly know me."

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

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

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

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

"Elizabeth."

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

Elizabeth giggled. "It doesn't matter how we spend it: flirting, kissing, cuddling, fucking, anything. I just want to spend time with you." She whispered. Her trademark grin began to show, as if she already knew the answer.

"What's the catch?"

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

"So, a marriage?"

"If you're okay with it, yes. You're a strong, dependable man, aren't you? I'm sure you can handle it."

"Alright. You went out of your way to propose to me, I don't see a reason to let all of that effort go to waste." Anon falsified a smile, hoping to hide his displeasure. Sadly, he knew what made Lizardwomen tick. The love of a Lizardwoman is a game, dictated only by the cruel hand of Lady Luck. She wouldn't stay with him for very long.

"In that case, what would you like to do?" Elizabeth asked, her grin widening.

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

"You want to wash me?!"

"Well, you did say 'anything'."

"I-I didn't plan for this! It's too weird."

"It's weird, but you agreed to it."

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

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

"Squeaky clean!" Elizabeth proudly proclaimed, taking a seat next to him.

"Is that so? Maybe I should double-check."

Elizabeth moved an arm around Anon's waist. "I'm one-hundred percent clean, trust me. Judging from your greasy hair, I'm afraid you're the dirty one. Maybe I should wash you?" She asked, jokingly.

"Is that how you're going to repay me for losing the bet?" Anon smirked.

"Y-you mean I didn't pay the bill?"

"You were incapacitated."

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

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

"Neither is injuring her pride." Elizabeth muttered angrily, lifting Anon off the bed by the waist. "Allow me to repay you, o' kind gentleman." After forcefully removing his clothes, she carefully sets Anon down in the tub, and draws the bath water. Elizabeth drops her towel, and sits behind him, and wraps her soft, scaly legs around his waist.

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

His manhood began to swell in her palms. "I-I love you more than you can imagine."

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

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

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

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

"Do you really think so?"

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

"Anon, you wouldn't lie to me would you? I mean, I know you love me, but you can always tell me if I'm scaring you. I know I can be a bit obsessive."

"Have I ever lied to you before?"

"Of course you haven't! We haven't spent enough time together for you to have a reason lie to me, right? I'll ask again: Did you lie to me?"

"No, I would never lie to you."

"Never?"

"Not even once."

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

"Go ahead."

"Where were you born? How many brothers and sisters did you have, if any? Did you have a good childhood? How many broken bones have you had? How often do you go out to eat? Do you like short hair, or long hair? And what style do you like? How many kids would you like to have in the future? Would you like me to be a stay-at-home mom, or should I also work? How often do you like to have sex? What are your hobbies? What's your favorite kind of weather? What would you like for Christmas? Do you even celebrate Christmas? Can I just wrap myself up in with some ribbon, and give myself to you as a present? What are your fetishes? Would you like to know my fetishes? What kind of TV shows do you like to watch? How often do you masturbate? Would you like me to satisfy your desire when you want to masturbate, or should I just wait for special occasions? Would you be okay if I locked you inside of the house for whatever reason? Can I collect jars of your urine? Do you prefer scales or skin? Would you like a taste-test to determine your preference? Do you like piercings, tattoos, or any other type of body modification? Can I kiss you, like, right now? Where do you keep your adult-oriented materials? Can I get a tattoo of all your birthmarks on my chest, so I can always keep you close to my heart? Do you have any female co-workers that bother you? If I were to get into cosplay, who would you want me to dress up as? Can I kiss you, like, right now? I'm starting to get urges. Maybe we should have sex, too? What are your favorite positions? Should I go out and buy BDSM gear sometime? I already have a pair of cuffs, would you like me to fetch them? Are you into pet-play? What kind of erotic fiction do you like? Where woul....." She trails off, spitting an endless barrage of questions that cannot possibly be carried by a single breath.

"Mind slowing it down a little?"

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

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

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

"I'm ready when you are."

Elizabeth takes a deep breath. "Would you be upset if I kept your nail clippings and hair in the same jar? What limbs do you value the least? Can I pack a thermos of my fluids into your lunches everyday? Where does the rest of your family live? Can I eat the dead skin off of your heels? Do you fantasize about your ideal lover chaining you to something sturdy, raping you until your dick refuses to get hard again, then shoving a q-tip down your cockhole to make it just stiff enough for her to continue violating you? Would you hate me if I wrapped my hands around your neck and squeezed really tight? I'm sorry, I just really want to see what you look like when you're in pain. Can you use my hair to floss your teeth from now on? Where would you like to get married? A chapel? A garden? A cave? Do you think a cave is a romantic place to get married? Can we celebrate the wedding alone? If you're at work, where can I meet up with you if I'm craving your dick? Can I lick our dishes clean, instead of using soap and water? Can I lick your clothes clean, too? Can I lick you clean? I've got a very flexible tongue, y'know? Can I cook you a piece of my tail at least once a week? Don't worry, it'll grow back! Are you interested in having my tail inside of you? Would you like to lick my tail, to see how I react? I might be pretty sensitive there. How many children do you want to have, when you're ready for them? 3? 5? 20? I guess we can settle with one  child, if you're the only one that's going to bring in income, but if we both somehow get really high-end jobs, I would like to have as many children with you as possible. Imagine all of those little lizardgirls, rough housing and taking home all of the strong boys (and maybe even fighting over the stronger ones)! Oh, the thought of taking care of a family gets me so excited! Hey Anon, let's hurry up and have sex! I know the pain of childbirth is a pretty scary thing, but every second spent without your child in my arms hurts even more! Anon, are you listening? Anon?"

Anon could feel his head spinning from the interrogative assault. This woman, she wasn't like the rest of her kind. There was something clearly wrong with her. Anon tried to slow her down one more time. "Elizabeth, I think you got a tad too excited again."

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

"My insies?"

"Yes, your insies! Your stomach, your intestines, your liver, your gall bladder, lungs, pancreas, testes, everything that's inside of you! Don't worry, it shouldn't hurt too much, and I promise that I won't kill you. All I have to do is make a little cut on your stomach. Then, I reach inside, and touch all of the nice little meaty bits. And if I'm lucky, you'll let me make another cut, ri~ght here, so I can kiss your heart. Wouldn't that be romantic? Sure, I'd have to break your sternum to get there, but it's the thought that counts, right? I mean, if you're really nervous about this whole thing, I've got a baphomet friend who'd be glad to help, if you don't mind having a spell or two cast on you. I could also buy one of those high-end anesthetics, but I'd rather not have you sleep through it. You aren't afraid of blood, are y-"

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

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

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

"Anon..."

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

Elizabeth placed one of her scaly hands on Anon's forehead, and kissed him. "I love you, too, Anon."
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After a few fruity, completely non-sexual shenanigans, they day neared its end. The lovers, who clearly did not partake in any form of sexual intercourse, decided to get some rest. Elizabeth quickly fell asleep beneath the sheets, her muscular arm draped over Anon's waist. Anon, however, could not sleep. He was too nervous, too afraid to let fatigue get the better of him. It was evident that Elizabeth was madly in love with him, but he knew that she wouldn't feel that way for long. After all, the love of a Lizardwoman is fleeting. But, should Anon let her go? Should he allow someone else to be subjected to her madness? What will happen to him when she finds another man?

"Anon?"

"Y-yes, Elizabeth?"

"Am I scary?"

"Huh?"

"You're shaking. I know you're not cold, since we're under the covers. So, are you scared?"

"A little. It's not because of you, though. I promise. Go back to sleep."

"Good night, Anon."

"Good night."

Yet, when morning came, Anon's eyes were still wide open. With Elizabeth still sound asleep, he ran through his morning routine, and readied himself for work. Carelessly, he left his home, dressed in fancifully bland white-collar attire. He didn't want to think about Elizabeth. At least, not now. Taking his first steps into the Office building, he was greeted by someone he didn't want to see.

"ANO~N! Why'd you come back so soon? Are you sure you're fit for work? You don't look so good. Anon? Are you there? Anon?" The petite lass tugged on his sleeves.

This overly-eccentric intern was Melissa, but you always call her 'Mel'. She was a short-haired, plain-looking Cyclops. Her body was as flat as a cardboard box, and about as curvy. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just a little sleepy."

"Oh? Well, I made coffee, that should perk you up! That is, if you're in the mood for it."

"Maybe. Let me work for a bit."

"Okay! Call me if you start feeling sick again."

"Let go of my sleeves."

"Oh, right! Sorry."

Finally free from Mel's clutches, Anon sits down at his cubicle, and gives his fingers a good workout. With each e-mail, more and more typos pop up. Eventually, his typing becomes a garbled mess of broken text. Unable to carry on, he turns to the elixir, the life-saver, caffeine. Cup after cup, Anon drowns himself in the nectar of the gods. Mel, concerned for Anon's safety, interrupts his coffee binge.

"Anon, you're obviously not feeling well. Why are you at work?"

"I don't wanna be home."

"Ah. So, you're sick of being locked inside your home? I know how you feel. But, you really shouldn't be working in your condition!"

"It's oka-"

"No, it's not okay! You'll work yourself to death if you keep this up!"

"Mel, I really don't want to go back home right now. I'll be fine, I promise."

"You leave me no choice." Mel grabs Anon's wrist, and drags him into the manager's office. "Manager, I'm taking Anon home. I'll fill out the paperwork later."

The manager nods, sighing. "Whatever."

After forcing him into her tiny car, Mel starts the car. The caffeine surging through Anon's body keeps him half-awake through the drive. When the car finally stops, Anon stumbles out of the car door. Mel takes him by the wrist once again, drags him inside of her apartment, and lays him down on a couch.

"Make yourself comfortable, Anon. Lunch will be ready soon."

-

Vegetating on the couch, Anon to protests Mel's abrupt decision. "Is this really necessary?"

"Do you wanna die?"

Anon grew silent. "Am I ready to die?", he thought to himself. He racked his brain for an answer, but couldn't find one. Why? Anon rephrased the question. "Have I lived a good life?"

At that moment, Anon made a vital realization. Before Elizabeth came into his life, he was bored. Every day of his life was spent in front of a computer screen. Every night of his life was spent alone, drinking at the same, dirty pub. The only thing that kept him going was the slim, wavering hope that someday, somehow, his life would change for the better. Elizabeth was the answer to his prayers.

Anon tumbled off of the couch. "Mel, I need to go home." He mumbled into the carpet.

"What?"

Anon rolled over, bumping his leg against a coffee table. "I need to go home. Take me home, please."

"Anon, what the hell is wrong with you?"

Anon stood up, and began dragging his feet to the door.

"Anon!" Concerned for Anon's safety, Mel abandons her cooking, and stops him. "I'll take you home later. Please, get some rest!"

"I can't... I can't leave her alone. Mel, please." Anon begged.

"Anon, you're going to die if you keep this up!"

"I'd die for her!"

Suddenly, the world faded out of existence. Anon was forced to the ground. A high-pitched ringing faded in. An explosion?

"Take me home. Please. I need to go home, Mel."

When reality faded back into his senses, he was met with an unfamiliar sterility. Illuminated by a white light were the white walls and floors that encased the white bed that he slept upon. The room reeked of rubbing alcohol. After a short moment of silence, the white door to the room opened, and Elizabeth walked inside.

"Anon, what happened?" She asked, horrified.

Anon tried to speak, but the words refused to leave his mouth.

"Anon?" Tears began to pool beneath her eyes.

A nurse stood beside Elizabeth, and told her the bad news. "It was a gas explosion. Thankfully, we haven't found any shrapnel or burns, but he's suffered some serious head trauma. We're afraid he's lost his ability to speak."

Elizabeth struggled to speak. "C-can I h-have a moment a-alone with h-him?"

The nurse left, closing the door behind her. Elizabeth sat beside Anon's bed, in a white chair. She gave him one of her hands. "Here, spell out the words with your finger. Y-you can understand what I'm saying, right?"

Anon traced letters onto her palm with his fingertip.

Y-E-S

"Anon, why were you in that apartment? Weren't you supposed to be at work?"

R-E-S-T

"So, you were sleeping?"

Y-E-S

"And who is this 'Mel' that they found you with?"

F-R-I-E-N-D

"Oh! I didn't know you had friends, Anon! Wait, that came out wrong, what I meant to say was-"

H-E-Y

"Y-yes?"

L-O-V-E Y-O-U

Elizabeth giggled. "I... I love you too."

C-A-N W-E G-O-?

"Not yet, my love. Two more days." Elizabeth frowned. "Anon, I have to run a few errands. I'll be right back, okay?"

E-R-R-A-N-D-S-?

"Mostly shopping. I'll be back in a few hours, okay?"

H-U-R-R-Y B-A-C-K

"Will do!" Elizabeth smiled, and walked out of the room.