by Wesley Bracken
Commissioned by: Guderian
WARNING: This one is strange too. Scalies, F to M TF, raunch, incest other stuff….
“What if they turn around? They can still see us!”
“Would you just come on? You said you’d be able to keep up.”
Matt blushed, but Krista had already stepped out from behind the shipping container and was dashing across the drive towards the main building of the complex, and Matt pushed himself up off the ground and hurried after her, but he wasn’t quite as well equipped as she was for running. She–six foot three, lithe and limber, gymnast and karate enthusiast, and he–short pudgy art major, emphasis photography, more used to watching scenes than participating in them. Still, he did his best to keep up, and managed to come up next to her beside the building, where there was a window high on the factory wall above them.
“Give me a boost,” Krista said.
“Wait, what?”
“Come on, get me up to the window. I’ll sneak in and open the door.”
“I don’t think that’s–”
“Would you quit thinking so hard and just do it? That security cart is going to come around again eventually, and if you don’t hurry up and boost me, then they’re going to catch us, and then we’re going to be in as much shit as everyone we’re looking. Do you want to find your brother or not?”
Matt gulped. Travis was the reason he’d gotten sucked into this whole conspiracy in the first place. He had to find him–it was his fault that he’d gone missing in the first place. Matt had been looking out for him after everything that happened with their parents when he’d suddenly disappeared, and that had led him to Krista’s website where she cataloged the massive string of disappearances which it seemed like everyone of importance was turning a blind eye towards. While Krista had never really respected, nor trusted, Matt much, she had been impressed with his photography and camera work, especially after he documented a kidnapping in an alley on the street, two men with strange golden eyes luring some young men into the back of a van. He’d helped her confront a few politicians and police officers on camera as well, but while the videos had gone a bit viral, still nothing was being done. They needed an expose, and for that, she knew they needed to get into the complex.
It was huge, but then again, every building in the industrial district was huge. The disappearances had begun right after the ribbon cutting ceremony–which had been attended by nearly every city politician, and most of the police force. The truth was in there, she was sure of it, and so she glared Matt down until he sighed, clasped his hands into a step and braced himself, letting Krista step up and push herself off, grabbing the ledge and pulling herself up, where she fiddled with the window for a moment and slipped inside. Matt, meanwhile, did his very best to make himself as small as possible in the shadows, and hoped that no one would notice him, should they pass by again. Still, he wasn’t exactly hard to spot–he was a big, clumsy guy really, and Krista was already furious at him for the noise he’d made climbing over the fence earlier. Still, he didn’t have to wait long. He saw the door near where he was crouching pop open, and Krista motioned him to join her inside. After taking a quick look around, he hurried in, nearly tripping and sprawling out on the gravel, but he caught himself–or rather, Krista caught him and yanked him inside where they tumbled into a heap.
They disentangled in an awkward moment, Matt blushing and apologizing quietly as he did, and Krista just looked at him, obviously regretting having him along. Still, he was the one with the camera know-how, and she was the one with the skills–they had to work together for any of this to work out at all. Besides, she could use an extra set of eyes, as clumsy as he might be. Still, they were inside, for better or worse, and Krista led Matt up onto a high catwalk, hopefully out of sight from anyone on the ground, and from the dust on the railing, she assumed it wasn’t highly trafficked. With Krista in the lead, and Matt behind her, doing his best to calm his nerves, they pressed their way deeper into the facility, the rooms becoming hotter and steamier, stinking like a swamp before too long.
They hadn’t gone far, however, when they saw that it wasn’t people who were staffing the facility, but something else entirely. They were all lizardmen, or at least that’s the best description that either one of them could come up with. They found themselves in a steamy, swelteringly hot room, one side of the room covered with dials and controls, pistons and pipes all of them staffed and manned by lizards, but from their high vantage, hidden amongst the pipes clustered at the ceiling, they could see that there were really two types of lizards below them. Most of the work was being done by larger lizards that looked like alligators who had figured out how to walk on their hind legs. Around the room, manning computers and supervising the gators were slender, muscular raptors, their eyes far more intelligent…and even a bit cruel. They saw one of the gators trip up suddenly, and faster than they could see, a raptor had hopped down and was beating it back upright, forcing it to get back to work at the machine wall.
Something else they couldn’t help but notice was that all of the lizards were male. The gators all had normal sized cocks and balls–or they would be normal on a person. On their large, wide frames, they actually looked small. Such was not the case with the raptors–their cocks were all huge, and they all remained erect or semi-erect as they watched. On occasion, a raptor would obviously become horny and summon a gator to service it, before sending it back to the wall. However, at the center of much of the activity was one raptor who was different from the others–his eyes were not the greenish hazel of all the rest–they were speckled with gold and shone in the dim light of the room. He seemed to be in charge, and as Matt looked around the room, he noticed that there was a gator walking along the wall, supervising the workers, who had the same golden eyes, and something else was glinting there, on his wrist…
He let out a gasp and pointed the gator out to Krista. Through the haze of steam they could actually see them quite well, and the one Matt indicated had a glint of metal around it’s wrist. “That’s Travis’ bracelet! What in the fuck is one of those things doing with my brother’s fucking bracelet?”
“How do you know it’s even his?”
“I just know, alright? I’m the one who bought it for him.”
“Look,” Krista said, “We can’t exactly go down there and interrogate it–we don’t even know if they can speak English. Let’s just keep going–we have to try and find the prisoners anyway–that’s where your brother will be.”
Matt grimaced, and followed Krista for a few paces along the catwalk, but then stopped, looking back at the gator, and for a moment, the gator looked away from it’s machine and locked eyes with Matt, the sight freezing him in place, and Matt knew he couldn’t leave–that gator knew something about his brother, he just knew it. Still, even though the gator had seen him, he didn’t sound an alarm–it just kept minding the workers…but why? “No…No, you go on ahead, I need to follow this fucker,” he said to Krista.
“We can’t split up Matt,” Krista said, “and every second we spend out in the open is risking us getting caught.”
“No…No, I don’t know why, but this is important. Just go on ahead, I’ll catch up.”
“You are so fucking stubborn–”
“I’m not going, Krista, so go find the prisoners, and text me when you do–we’ll figure out how to get out then.”
“But I need your camera. Without evidence, we can’t get anyone to take this seriously–do you know how crazy this is going to sound if we try to report a factory full of lizards?”
Matt just thought for a moment, and then started snapping pictures of the room below. “This is plenty of evidence–go find the prisoners…I’m gonna figure out what this fucking gator did to my brother. I’ll just slow you down anyway.”
Krista could tell that Matt had made up his mind, and with an exasperated sigh hurried off down the catwalk, leaving her partner and his camera behind as she ventured deeper into the factory. She passed several more rooms like the first, filled with gators working at the side of other massive walls of dials and levers, and that was when she realized that all of the rooms were connected to the same, massive contraption. The factory was actually a building housing one massive machine, and she was pacing the side of it, and after another room or two, she heard the screams–human screams–coming from wall only to be suddenly cut off, one after the other, from the inside of the machine the lizards were running. Was it…killing them in there? Each room after that was terrible, the screams continuous and growing louder, and she could hear them coming from the direction she was heading, from what she assumed to be the beginning of the machine. When she reached the final room, and saw the raptors shoving their human prisoners into the gaping maw of the massive device, her legs failed her, and she had to sit down, watching man, woman and child herded into the machine, screaming and shouting for help–but no one could help them, not even her, not this many of them.
This was huge–it was bigger than she could have ever imagined. How long had this been going on? What in the world was this machine even doing to people? Certainly it was killing them…but why this huge machine if all you’re doing is executing them? Was it turning humanity into food? Energy? She had no idea, she didn’t want to have any idea. What in the world could anyone even do about this? People must already know, important people, people who could stop it, there had to be some massive conspiracy behind all of this for it to have even been built in the heart of the city. Matt and her had uncovered something far larger than they could have ever imagined, but she had to do something, she had to. That was when she noticed that she had been spotted.
This room had neither the steam nor the pipes which had hidden her from view in the earlier rooms, and now two of the raptors were heading up a stairwell onto the catwalk. Krista got up and went to run in the opposite direction, only to see that two other raptors were racing up to cut off her escape route. Instead of waiting for all four to converge on her, she charged at the two coming from behind, catching them off guard at the top of the stairs, grabbing the first raptor and hurling him off the catwalk to the ground below. The second, however, rammed into her, slamming her back against the railing and almost toppling her over as well. She fought him off for a few moments, punching and kicking, but by then the other two had caught up with them, and between the three raptors, they pinned her down and dragged her off the catwalk and to the front of the line, all three of them hissing at themselves. She had no idea what they were saying, but they almost sounded…like they were laughing? She didn’t know, but she fought harder as they moved her to the front of the line, flipped a few dials and changed a few settings on the control panels, and then pitched her head first into the gaping maw of the machine.
***
Matt remained on the catwalk for almost an hour, hunkered down, watching his target obsessively, as he moved from station to station. The heat of the room, especially up high in the steam, was getting to Matt, and he was starting to sweat, and he fidgited in place, trying to stay still, but at the same time angry and terrified and desperate to see that gator. Several times, through the zoom lens on his camera, he examined the gator’s bracelet, reaffirming for himself that it really was his brother’s. What in the world was the gator doing with it? He settled down slowly, and off and on, the gator would look up at him on the catwalk, lock eyes with Matt for a moment or two, and grin, before returning to his work, and eventually Matt realized something–he couldn’t move.
It wasn’t that he didn’t want to move, it was that he literally couldn’t. He was stuck in place, and he couldn’t even explain why. The one thing he could move was his eyes, and they could only follow the gator, watch him, waiting for him to look up at him, waiting for another chance to see the gator’s eyes, his beautiful, golden, captivating eyes. They might have looked like shiny mud at first, but each time Matt got another look at them, he could see the gold specks embedded in it’s irises, the smooth curve of it’s vertical pupils, he loved it’s eyes in ways that Matt couldn’t even explain. How long had he been sitting there, his legs going numb, arms limp, eyes focused only on the gator below him? He barely heard the whistle, even though it sounded from a speaker only a few feet away from him, and he watched the gators, exhausted and sweaty, all file away from the machine, replaced by a slew of fresh ones ready for their own shift, and after only a minute of downtime the machine was up and running once again, and Matt’s eyes watched his gator slip away from the crowd leaving the room, climb up the steps to the catwalk, and make its way to where Matt was sitting, frozen, terrified and also somehow eager, and he saw just how huge the gator’s were.
From above, they had just seemed large, but from where he was crouched down, the eight foot tall beast, weighing in at over 500 pounds, stinking of musk and swamp, claws clicking against the metal of the catwalk, towered over him. Matt was scared though, every space in his mind was reserved for the gator’s eyes, following them, enraptured, and the closer the lizard came, the clearer he could hear it, the voice in his head, the voice telling him to stay still, to not move, to watch only him. He knew that voice though, it was Travis’s voice–why was he hearing Travis? And then, the gator came to a stop in front of him, and the voice told Matt to stand up, and this close, mere inches from the gator’s jaws, the hot breath against face, Matt finally realized why. The gator hadn’t done something to his brother.
The gator was his brother.
He had no idea how he could know that, some small cue, some instinctive certainty, some base recognition. His brother recognized him, as well, but Matt could sense his confusion. Matt wasn’t supposed to be here, he wasn’t even supposed to recognize him. The voice was digging around in Matt’s mind now through their locked gaze, trying to figure out their relation, and it saw how Matt had gotten in with Krista, and then bumbled deeper into Matt’s thoughts and memories, looking at remembrances of it’s old self and comparing them to it’s own distant memories and grudges and anger–it’s saw its human body through Matt’s mind’s eye in confusion. The gator broke the gaze finally, the voice leaving Matt’s head, and he stumbled back. Still, after sitting for so long his body wasn’t quite ready to move, and he fell back onto the catwalk, the gator taking a couple of steps back as well, as confused and disturbed as Matt, but also very, very angry–at Matt.
Matt realized now, why the gator hadn’t sounded an alarm or reported him. He had been as curious about Matt as Matt had been towards him. And now that they knew the truth of it, neither one of them knew what to do. “T–Travis?” Matt managed to say, “Travis, what did they do to you?”
The gator took a step back again, shaking it’s head, hissing something but unable to speak, and then it glared at Matt, the anger there freezing Matt in place once more, and Matt felt so much–pain, fear, anger–everything his brother had experienced. Was he blaming him for what had happened? He hadn’t meant for it to happen; how could he have known what their parents would do? He’d just panicked, couldn’t he see that? Matt tried to tell him that he was here to help, that he wanted to save him, but the gator wasn’t listening. Frozen in place once again, the gator turned and walked away, Matt struggling against the paralysis as he watched his brother hurry back down the catwalk and disappear into the complex.
For the next few minutes, Matt tried as hard as he could to break free from the control holding him in place, but by the time the gator returned with a slim, muscular raptor in tow, all Matt could do was wiggle his fingers. The two lizards returned, and the raptor seemed pleased, especially when Travis reached down and started massaging the raptors huge cock until it was rock hard. The raptor went to grab Matt and haul him off, but the gator stopped him, and they had some hissed conversation, Travis seemed to be suggesting something to the raptor, reaching out with one clawed hand to stroke the toned beasts’ hard cock. The raptor seemed…hesitant, and that was when the gator locked eyes with Matt again, and he stood up, stripping off his clothing in a trance, and when he was naked, he bent over and started fingering his ass with two fingers, unable to stop himself from moaning, unable to beat back the voice telling him to make it good, telling him how much he wanted to please these lizards, how much he wanted to be fucked by the raptor’s massive cock.
The display was enough for the raptor to be convinced, and he walked around behind Matt, gripping the man’s fat thighs in his sharp claws, drawing blood as he slid his thick, foot long cock deep into Matt’s hole. He would have screamed if not for the voice muting him, Travis–no, not Travis, Travis would never do this to him. The gator locked eyes with him, convincing him that this is what he wanted–what he needed, but it was more than that. Matt could remember how he had outed Travis to their parents, how they had kicked him out of the house. Matt had felt guilty, he tried to explain himself, his fear, but the gator wasn’t listening, and Matt, suddenly, smelled something amazing. The musk and sweat and filth rolling off the gator’s body–he needed it. He leaned forward, pressing his face into the scaled belly, licking all of it up, the gator grabbing both sides of his face and smearing it all over him, Matt panting in pain as the raptor behind him started plowing him, not even caring, Matt working a bit lower until he was sucking and licking at his gator brother’s cock, hungry for gator cum in all of his holes, or even more than that. The raptor behind him let out a wild hiss, and Matt felt him pump one load of cum into his ass, and just keep on fucking–the sight of his brother’s ass filled with lizard cum was too much for the gator as well, and he came, Matt drinking down all of his load as well.
The gator hissed something at the raptor, and he pulled out his cock for a few moments, letting them reposition Matt so that he was lying on his back on the metal catwalk. The raptor hefted his legs into the air and resumed fucking him, still hard as a rock, the gator looming over Matt, locking eyes with him, the perversions flowing into Matt’s mind at a hectic pace, the hunger, and then the gator let loose a blast of piss, soaking his one time brother’s face, Matt opening his mouth the drink down the strange smelling urine as quickly as he could, and when the gator finished, he turned around, squatted down and sat right on his face, Matt shivering with pleasure from the stink and musk of the gator’s ass, and licked and sucked at the grime, shoving his tongue as deep up his ass as he could, feeling the gator’s fat tail wrap it’s way around his cock and start jacking him off. Matt tried to resist, but it was only seconds before he was cumming, spasming under the gator’s bulk, barely able to breathe but so pleased that he could be serving these lizards. All of them came once more, the raptor flooding cum so deep up Matt’s ass that he couldn’t even hold it all in when he pulled out, Travis cumming once more with Matt’s tongue buried up his hole, and then he made Matt lovingly lick his cock, balls, belly and gunt clean afterwards.
Matt, however, knew that his brother had something else planned for him, he could tell by the tone of the conversation going on between the raptor and the gator. Eventually, the raptor dragged the exhausted and well fucked Matt off in one direction, and he watched the gator go off in another direction, check a few dials and screens on the machine, and then slipped into the machine itself. Matt tried to fight off the lizard dragging him off to the front of the machine, where people were still being filed into the machine, but there was nothing he could do to fight him off. The raptor, however, took Matt to a different portal where no one was waiting, and started manipulating the controls, grinning at Matt before shoving him into the machine, Matt trying to crawl out before the door slammed shut behind him, trapping him inside, doomed to whatever fate his brother had planned for him.
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