FILLERUP.TXT - M/F, Semi-NC, Human/Saurian - November 01, 2000
By SwampRat
(cl) 2000 Gay Furry Association

This one came about from a Nature Series - A man was asked how he kept 5 wives.
He said he fed them well.

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Hunger woke her. She opened her eyes, stretched, rubbed her tummy. It was the
same every morning.. Find something to eat, return to her lair and laze until
again hunger drove her forth. It never occurred to her to eat more than one
meal, or to hoard food. Besides She was Picky about her Dinner. One last yawn
and she moved out into the warm sun.. To find something laying on the path.

How convenient! Strong forearms stuffed pieces torn from the carcass into the
snout, bones and all. When only a stain remained on the ground, the saurian
waddled out to pick a few leaves for Roughage and wash her repast down. A few
more leaves to chew on during the return trip and she sank on the warm stone,
not wanting to do Anything but digest her meal.

Her nostrils twitched.. Something was approaching. The breeze brought a scent
that ran through her - Anger, Fear, Curiosity.. And as it got stronger, Lust.
A male.. Something. It cautiously made it's way to the entrance and she
snorted in disgust. One of Them! The chatterers that stood on 2 legs as she
did, that jumped and tasted as bad as they stank. Any other time she would have
chased it out of her Territory - let some Other saurian deal with it - But she
was still lethargic, barely getting out a good Hiss.

The male ignored her warning, coming closer.. What did it want? It had nothing
in it's foreclaws, And nothing suggested a Danger to her. Even though it was as
tall as her, she still had Much better teeth and claws. It reached out and
touched her.. She was too startled to react, except to blink her eyes. Was it
crazy, or injured? 'Go away and get something Else to eat you..' It moved
closer, and her nostrils closed in protest. What in the... She tried to shake
her head, to shove the creature away, but this only seemed to excite it more.

Something pushed against her mouth, hard and wet. What the.. Oh No! You are Not
going to pass water on... Her lips opened - Just a crack - to get some air into
her lungs, and pushed her tongue up to block the creature from pressing
whatever it was in.. She squeezed her eyes closed at the taste, closing her
mouth again. Then blinked. Then opened her snout again, and pushed her tongue
out tentatively.. Ugh! If water had touched this ugly thing, it had run away in
Fear.

But there was an underlying sweetness as well. A taste that made her lick at
the tip, wincing as crud dissolved, but licking a little faster once skin
touched skin. She closed her lips around the end, licking at it, wanting
more... And she got more. The male, as she now knew it to be made all kinds of
noises and rubbed his filthy self against her face and neck until it froze.
Then it shivered and something splattered into her mouth.

Startled, she slapped her tongue against the tip, swallowing.. Then more
hungrily as the salty fluid slid down her tongue. Her nostrils opened and she
inhaled his musky male-scent deeply.. It no longer smelled so rank. She pushed
her head forward, engulfing more of the strange thing, choking as it was pushed
into her throat. She pulled back, getting the last of the wonderful stuff as
the thing slid out of her lips. The creature seemed as startled as she was,
breathing heavily, but not moving away.

'Ok, you had your fun.. Now go and leave me in peace.' The male instead moved
around to her back. She felt him rubbing and poking and.. She chirped and
jerked when a finger found her 'entrance', her full stomach getting in the way
of her turning around and Biting the fresh male. 'Now what are youuuuuuu..
Ooooooo...' Her tail was shoved up and something thick and long opened her up,
sliding in. She Squeezed the intruder, trying to move away.. And move towards
it.

She had never been bred before. When Hungry, mates were meals or strangers to
be fought off. When full, none had come around - Until now. A rythem was
established, both moving in the Dance as old as Time. She was enjoying this.
She was Really enjoying this.. She was - Orgasming! Her claws scratched at the
rock floor as She arched, squeezing the worm inside her, tugging on it, wanting
to feel.. She crooned low and deep as warm seed splattered in her, rocking her
hips against her lover, keeping him inside as long as possible, tail curled
around his panting body.

They stayed together for a while, mating several times before the stirrings of
hunger made her move. First to void the sticky wastes. Then to drink.. And
return to the creature. He was still sleeping and she looked him over, then
knelt, nuzzling his crotch until he lay on his back, legs apart. She nibbled on
the small thing, using her teeth gently, her scaly lips more demanding of the
pole that swelled in her short snout. She gripped the eggs buried in the
thatch of hair, bobbing her head up and down, feeling the throbbing blood,
smelling the desire that came from the creature until it's Hips moved to the
rythem of her head.

It made a face as nothing like she had ever seen.. Then the salty/sweet liquid
again flowed down her tongue, making her gulp and suck harder, wanting all she
could get. Her tongue flicked across the sensitive head, making it's owner
groan and shiver.. But the well was dry. With one long last slurp, she let the
worm slide from her mouth and nuzzled the male Carefully - he Still Stank. Then
went back out to find some leaves to eat and more meat to satisfy her belly.
Upon returning, she found her Lover gone. She didn't worry about it as she
could track him with no problem. So she lay and digested and licked her lips..

It would Take more than One to fill her belly with the Seed she now hungered
for. But there was usually more than one of them in the packs she remembered
seeing.. Having eaten lightly, she Rose again and moved quietly into the
underbrush.
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The Tribe suddenly found their warriors disappearing for days on end. This was
not unusual except they returned without game and reeking of Lizard. Some did
not return at all, prompting the Chief to move the Tribe away from 'The Haunted
Place'. But it did not remain empty for long - Lush foodsources and balmy days
lured another Tribe to settle.. Until again young men vanished to satisfy the
lusts of a growing list of Reptilian females who enjoyed the worship of early
herptophiles.

The End