Going Green

Author's Note: Here it is, the big one! This took quite a while to finish, but it's finally done and I hope you enjoy the read. Please note that this story includes both male on female and male on male content.

Beeping incessantly, an alarm startled me awake and I sighed as I stood from the pilot's seat of my weathered old void freighter. The onboard sensors had woken me from my daydreams with an alarm that a fuel cell had somehow disconnected from the engines. There were four fuel cells, one for each engine and number three was on the fritz... again.

I'd have to go get it fixed before the ship's computer would let me get back to top speed, some company bullshit about safety concerns. It was a long and lonely journey from station to station in a cargo ship, so the sooner I got back there and took care of it, the sooner I would get my paycheck. My hope was that someday I could retire and buy a nice home on a pleasure station somewhere and never be lonely again.

The cold metal floor rang out as I stomped down the utility hall that led to the engine access, the short ceiling forcing me to stoop ever so slightly. Multiple warnings plastered the hatch that I wrenched open, the angry yellow lettering informing me of all the terrible things that could potentially happen in the engine room. Grabbing my tool belt that I had left on top of a nearby crate, I stalked over to engine three and shot it an accusing glare. The damn thing had spat out the cable that connected it to the fuel cell, despite the fact that I had firmly attached it a few solar days ago.

Only a few minutes were needed to get it connected again, but this time I secured the rebellious bastard with a generous application of duct tape. If that didn't fix it, nothing would. Satisfied that I could return to my demanding task of daydreaming while the ship navigated itself, I stalked off back to the cockpit and eased into my pilot's chair again. The job wouldn't be so bad if you didn't have to constantly clash with the crushing isolation. The pay was good, but it took a real special kind of person to willingly live in a small metal cabin for months and sometimes even years on end.

Yep, a real special kind of person... I sighed again and looked out the reinforced window into the infinite expanse of space. I never really considered myself a particularly resilient or exceptional man, but growing up on Earth was rough and I figured being a cargo runner couldn't be that much worse. Turns out it really wasn't all that bad, it was just that most folks couldn't handle being alone for so long. I kicked up my feet on the navigation console and reclined in my chair, getting nice and comfy. Yep, it was a hard job. Just a little lonely...

This time a harsh klaxon woke me from my nap, the red emergency lighting bathing the cockpit in a hellish glow. I nearly fell out of my chair in shock, but I managed to windmill my arms just enough to stay balanced. The console was dominated by a warning message, the words chilling my blood.

ENGINE FAILURE DETECTED

FUEL LEAK DETECTED

ENGINE STATUS CRITICAL

EVACUATE IMMEDIATELY

"You're fucking me." I stumbled out of my chair and grabbed my jacket and data-tablet and booked it for the tiny escape pod. Some asshole designer had decided to place it down the same cramped hall that led to the engine room and I took a furtive glance through the porthole in the engine room hatch. Sure enough, I could see the fuel cable still attached to engine three, but the damn thing had torn and sprayed fuel everywhere. Somehow an errant spark or wayward heating element had started a fire and the whole engine room was ablaze.

Hell with that, I took the computer's advice and jumped into the escape pod, strapped into the crash seat and smashed my hand on the launch button.

"Press again to confirm." A dull robotic voice droned from some tiny speaker somewhere. "Remember, if found to be used in a non-emergency, the company has full rights to-" I slammed the button again and immediately a concussive blast severed the pod from the ship and I watched it shrink into the distance through the pod's tiny viewing window as I rocketed away. Perhaps thirty seconds or so after leaving the ship, I had to shield my eyes as an intense light filled my tiny craft. The ship had exploded. Christ, I was just on that thing! I could feel a grimace claw its way onto my face and I couldn't help but hold up a middle finger.

Fuck you engine three, I made it out alive.

When I had collected myself, I took a look at the small navigation display embedded into the pod's wall. These things were simple and emitted a distress beacon automatically. I wasn't really sure where I was at though, just somewhere between stations. The display flickered and simple text scrolled across the screen. The pod had detected a nearby planet that was within survivable parameters and it was setting course to crash-land. Rescue out in space could take an awful long time and I'd have a better chance to survive long enough to be picked up on a planet than stuck in a pod with only a week of emergency rations.

I could see the stars fly by the window as the pod rotated and then fired a small rocket, just long enough to put my trajectory on track to land on whatever rock I was going to be stuck on for who knows how long. Well, at least I wouldn't die in a tiny metal coffin in space... probably. I tried my best not to panic and eventually the pod chirped a short alarm notifying me that I was about to enter the atmosphere and crash-land. A heavy metal cover slid over the window and I could hear flaps extending on the outside of the pod, as well as the rocket retro-burning and a metal chute deploying to create drag.

The interior began to grow intolerably hot and the pod started shaking so violently that only the heavy duty straps of the crash seat kept me from being bludgeoned to death inside the small emergency craft. Now I started to panic and I squeezed my eyes shut as I whimpered and cried, torn between wishing for survival or a quick painless death. Finally the fear and anxiety became too much and everything went dark as I slipped out of consciousness.

The first thing I noticed when I woke up was that the shaking had stopped. It was still uncomfortably warm, but holy shit, I was alive! A wild, exasperated laugh slipped from my lips and I extricated myself from the crash seat before falling to the ceiling. Evidently the pod had come to a stop upside down. Thankfully, the fall was short and only really bruised my ego. I reached up and hit the door switch and the whole thing flew off, small explosives ensuring it would open even in the event of damage or odd landing angles.

Sure enough, the air was breathable. Looks like the pod's navigation computer had done its job. I gave the display an appreciative pat, taking note of the text that confirmed the distress signal was being transmitted. Engine three might have been an asshole, but the little escape pod had done its job and given me a chance to live. I collected the survival tools that the pod was festooned with and stashed them all in my jacket. Taking a deep breath, I steeled myself and clambered out of the pod, taking my first step on the planet I'd been stranded on.

The place was green... and very warm. I'd landed in some sort of jungle or rainforest, the pod had cut a tunnel through the canopy and deposited me on the ground. A strange critter was sitting on a protruding root nearby, watching me as I took in my surroundings. It looked like a cross between a squirrel and a gecko and it took off into the trees when I rummaged into my jacket for the compass I had stashed. Deciding north was as good a choice as any, I set off into the jungle, determined to find food or water or whatever else the area had to offer. Busying myself with a task would keep me active and help ward off any thoughts of despair or panic.

The data-tablet I had grabbed before bailing ship was already proving to be invaluable, I could use it to create a crude map as I trudged along, the compass helping me keep everything oriented correctly. Plenty of wildlife skittered around me and I saw all sorts of odd creatures. Most of them were some form or another of reptiles strangely enough. There were small bird-like lizards that sailed through the tree-tops on leathery wings, turkey-sized reptiles that walked on two legs as they picked through the jungle floor and even large chameleon-looking things hung upside down from tree limbs like weird scaly sloths.

Every step seemed to reveal one new serpent after another until I finally came to the edge of a large clearing, the thick jungle coming to a stop and giving me a good view of the open sky. Some sort of star shone brilliantly and bathed the jungle in light and heat. I started to feel as if I had crash-landed into some massive terrarium, the sun a giant heat lamp for all the lizards and reptiles that abounded in the jungle. Deeper in the clearing I could see a large lake that was fed by a river, the soft earth transitioning to a white sandy beach that the lake lazily lapped at. I could see a herd of even more scaly creatures on the opposite side of the lake, bathing and drinking from the water, or nibbling on the tall reeds that grew in thick patches on the shore.

They were large beasts, roughly the size of cattle. They stood on four legs and had long necks and were covered in scales. Their heads reminded me of crocodiles though their teeth were the large and flat molars of herbivores. Some of them would dip their heads beneath the water and emerge with a mouthful of what looked like seaweed, chewing idly as they watched their cohorts splash about. Cautiously I approached the lake, the herd on the other side clearly noticing and watching me, though they showed no signs of aggression or fear, only monitoring me with curious eyes.

I pulled a canteen from my jacket and dipped it in the lake, a small red light flickering on the container to let me know the water was in the process of being purified. It was solar powered and as long as I didn't lose it and kept it full up, I wouldn't die of dehydration any time soon. Well, I had found a source of water, now all I needed was to find something edible and then figure out what to do for shelter. The herd of cattle-gators across the lake looked perfectly edible, but there was no way I was going to bring one of them down without some serious weaponry. Perhaps I could use some vines to make snares for smaller lizards or find some fruits or edible plants in the jungle?

As I sat there pondering at the lake edge, the nearby herd suddenly became alert, their heads swiveling towards a point in the jungle that surrounded the clearing. I leapt up and scrambled into a patch of reeds, doing my best to hide as I watched something walk into the clearing out of the treeline. Surprisingly it was some sort of humanoid! It walked on two legs, had two arms, and a head and it began to walk nonchalantly towards the water.

Like everything else I had seen on the planet, it was some sort of reptile or amphibian, its smooth green scales and dinosaur-like head obvious signs of its evolutionary heritage. It looked like some strange cross between an iguana and a human and as it strode closer towards the lake I could get a better look at it. It was obviously female, her rudimentary bra containing her large breasts as she walked and her wide hips drew my gaze as she sashayed along. She was wearing simple clothing woven from vines and leaves, a skirt preserving her modesty and a crude bra supporting her bosom.

Smooth green scales covered her body and a colorful yellow frilled crest adorned her head. Her shining eyes were a wonderful orange color and they flitted about as she scanned the clearing. She was carrying a nasty-looking stone spear in one hand and a large clay jug in the other. My breath caught in my throat when she turned and walked directly towards me, but I was flooded with relief when she simply kneeled down to the shore near my hiding place in the reeds and began to fill her jug with water. She was so close now that I could see how her hands and belly and thighs were covered with much finer scales, so small and smooth they almost resembled skin. Realization finally hit me now, this was an honest to god alien!

Humanity had spread far and wide across the stars, but true intelligent life had never been found, only simpler fauna like the numerous lizards I had seen up until now. Somehow the life on this world had evolved to the point where an intelligent bipedal reptilian had emerged, clearly smart enough to create tools and clothing, though I had yet to see if they had any sort of language. In my stupefied wonder, I failed to notice the small snake that had swam up to me and when it brushed up against my leg I panicked and reflexively leapt away out of the concealing reeds.

The odd lizard woman and I locked eyes and we each froze for a moment, utterly unsure how to react to the situation. She recovered more quickly than I did and grabbed her spear, pointing it threateningly at me and issuing forth a litany of hisses, barks, and growls. I simply stood there and held my hands up and talked to her.

"Easy there, I don't want to fight. Shit, I don't know your language, what do you want from me? Hey hey hey, easy with that spear, that thing looks sharp!" She advanced on me, continuing to issue challenges and ignoring my panicked pleas until she finally jabbed the blunt end of her spear at me, intending to knock me on my ass. My fight or flight response kicked in and without thinking, I sidestepped her thrust and grabbed her spear, locking us in a tug-of-war over the weapon, both of us grunting and cursing as we struggled. She wasn't weak by any means, but when she recognized that I could match her strength she gave up the spear and delivered a right hook to my side, catching me off guard and knocking me to the ground.

I gasped in pain and gritted my teeth, then rolled away in the sand as she tried to follow up with another punch and I made her pay for her risky plan with a blunt swing from her own spear. I had kept hold of it as I went down, and was able to catch her in the gut, knocking the wind out of her and doubling her over. Without thinking I rushed forward and bowled her over, planting her face first in the sand. I leapt on her and pinned her down, fighting with her as she tried to get free. Even after being winded she still had some fight left in her and she only stopped when I brought the tip of the spear uncomfortably close to her throat.

It had seemed like hours, but our battle had finally ended. My heart pounded in my chest and I did little but catch my breath as I sat atop her, my adrenaline addled brain processing what had happened and trying to determine how to proceed. I warily watched my defeated adversary as she panted and huffed beneath me and I couldn't help but suddenly notice that I was straddling a very female body. It was like a dam had broken, all the alluring details of her femininity came rushing into my mind. Her soft skin-like scales, her bra and skirt that promised exotic treasures, her wide hips and large rear practically begging for a male to come and breed her.

Between the shock of crash-landing on a strange planet and the adrenaline surge of fighting for my life, I had stopped thinking consciously at some point and reverted to pure instinct. Without thinking, I started to tear the bra and skirt from the female I had captured. She squawked and hissed in alarm and started to struggle again, but stopped when I showed her the spear once more, reinforcing that I had won the fight and that she was at my mercy. Finally wrenching the clothes from her body, I roughly mauled her tits with my hands, the soft fine scales of her mounds felt similar but wonderfully different to skin and I was surprised to feel stiff nipples with my greedy fingers as I explored her chest. Later on I would muse on why these reptilian humanoids had developed certain mammalian traits, but only a base lower urge currently filled my mind.

I moved on to lower regions, her fat ass filling my palms and rippling when I gave it a good slap, angry hisses and barks coming from my prisoner as I took what I wanted. Prying her legs open, I took a good look at what she had to offer. Her sex was similar to a human's, soft scaly lips and a clitoris making for a shockingly familiar vagina. My animal instinct egged me on, determined to make use of this opportunity to mate. I fumbled with my pants for a moment, then finally freed my cock and began to prod at her entrance, the sensation driving me wild with desire and the concerned, excited cacophony of hisses and chirps from my captive lover only served to heighten my excitement.

The feeling of her smooth scales against my skin as I laid upon her and pressed her into the sand while I teased her entrance was both alien and exquisite. Slowly I forced my rod into her tunnel, savoring every bit of pleasure that assailed me. The lizard woman went wild, squawking and yelling, though her vocalizations sounded now to be a mix of anger and arousal. Loosing a bestial grunt, I started to fuck her properly, her supple buttocks slapping against my loins as I forced her alien passage to accept my human dick.

My slow piercing thrusts appeased me for a time, but soon it wasn't enough for me. I pulled out momentarily, the jungle air feeling cool on my pulsing cock. Ignoring her confused and alarmed chattering, I propped the lizard-woman's ass up in the air doggy-style, but shoved her head and shoulders back into the sand when she tried to turn and get a look at what I was doing. The snort of frustration she loosed was cut off by one of aroused defeat when I took hold of her hips and slammed her onto my dick and started to abuse her cunt at a frenzied pace.

Shaking and squawking, the alien woman came right then and there, but I simply ignored her as I continued to use her like a fuck doll, jealously chasing my own orgasm. Her muscles squeezed and massaged around my invading member as she came, the intense pleasure finally putting me on the brink of release. With one last mighty thrust, I slammed my crotch into her plush rear and drove my stiff manhood as deep into her lizard pussy as I could get. A ragged gasp tore from my lips as I reached my crescendo, pleasure and satisfaction flooding my senses. My cock pulsed as it deposited a thick stream of hot seed in her womb, her female sex instinctively gripping and milking my tool to ensure a successful mating.

I could feel the spurts become shorter and shorter until my orgasm finally ended and I had filled her with as much DNA as I possibly could. Fully expended, I collapsed on her and basked in the afterglow of my sexual conquest, the rush of combat and victory mixing with the incredible high of sex to create a potent cocktail of chemicals in my system. Eventually I realized that I had just forced myself on a hostile alien and was lying nude in a clearing on a strange world, dick-deep in lizard pussy. This was certainly the oddest scenario I'd ever been in.

Wincing as I stood and withdrew my sensitive member from her orifice, I tried to take stock of the situation while I dressed. Feelings of guilt and pride wrestled violently in my mind, but I pushed them aside and tried to focus on what to do next. Was this lizard-lady part of a tribe? Should I just leave her and run and hide? Wait, she knows how to survive here and I need that knowledge. I came to a decision and prodded her with the butt of the spear.

"Hey. Wake up. You're gonna come with me. I know you have no idea what I'm saying, but I'll figure out a way to communicate and you'll teach me what I can and can't eat here." She moaned and mumbled, but eventually stood after I continued to harry her with taps from the spear haft. I pointed at her clothes and she slowly dressed, trying her best to keep one eye on me as she did so. I repeated the gesture with her clay jug and she retrieved it, the vessel still filled with clear lake water. "Alright," I ordered, "head that way, and don't try to bolt on me. I evolved to chase prey for miles and I bet you didn't."