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its neck, snarling the entire time.
    “Myyne! Look out!”
    The short one took advantage of the diversion and sprang at Myyne, catching him around the waist. The other staggered back, while Shorty impossibly raised Myyne over his head, with the intent of breaking his back on a stalagmite. His ‘friend’ turned to Lita, the creature’s cock growing out from beneath its belly scales. She met his stare, something she knew instinctively she shouldn't do in a territorial battle. But her eyes were drawn to a thin, dark article at his shoulder. A ribbon? A bowtie ribbon? Oh God, had this creature killed Dr. Moreno?  She screamed at him in fury, even as she shrank away from his advancement.
    Her gaze sought out Myyne. Shorty had tossed him over its shoulder, against the side of the cave. Myyne wrenched catlike to land unharmed on his hip. In the next heartbeat, he was on his feet, rushing the creature closest to Lita, smashing it and himself into the far wall. He brought his talons across the interloper's throat, slashing three bloody slices along it. The creature shrieked and clutched its neck. Wailing in defeat, it hobbled toward the pool and escape.
    Shorty should have taken the moment to retreat as well, but apparently Lita's proximity was too much to resist. Myyne stood between the two of them. There was a moment when it seemed to consider its options. Time slowed down and Lita held her breath. She could see the rise and fall of its chest, the glance between her and Mynne, the green-blue glisten of each scale when it shifted its weight. The missing piece of one of its head-fins.  In a flurry of blurred movements, time caught back up. Shorty charged, again diving at Myyne's waist. This time Myyne was prepared. He picked Shorty up and heaved him across the dark, still pool to the small forest of stalagmites on the other side. There was a sickening crack and another shrieking of pain. Lita watched in stunned alarm as the last creature rose, its leg obviously broken in more than one place, and dragged itself out of their cave.
    Myyne came to her and checked her over with his huge eyes and padded hands, but she was doing the same to him. Dark, nearly black blood oozed from several nicks to his armor, but nothing she would consider life-threatening. She breathed out his name in relief and held him close. Strangely, the fear that shook her was not for herself.
    “I'm glad you're okay,” she said. She looked up into his features, finding nothing there less than caring and kinship. “I don't want anything to happen to you. To this place. Ever I think.” She brought her lips to his, stroking her mouth over each lip, feeling their softness, their warmth; feeling them respond to her breath, and then kissing them softly. She smiled.
    He smiled back.
     
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    She awoke to aching pressure in her abdomen and a heady scent in her nostrils. Instinctively taking a deep breath filled her with a lust intense enough to drench her pussy between heartbeats. She moaned, her hand moving between her legs to relieve the demanding tension. She looked down and stopped in shock. Her legs were covered in broad light blue-green scales, ending in wide webbed feet. There was only a few seconds to process the sight—this…occurrence—before the current in her blood intensified and she groaned, sitting up and pressing her hand against her mound. Another breath and the desire hammered through her. Her need was worse than a gnawing hunger. It gripped her without release so that every tiny movement, every breath was intolerable.
    “Myyne?” she called tentatively. After what he had accomplished with his thick, pulsing, clawed pads, no amount of stroking with her skinny fingers would do. “Myyne? Some-something’s happened.”
    And then he was there, lifting her in his arms, rumbling in his chest, as if a catfish could purr. She swallowed what fear had manifested and stared into his eyes as they watched her, reassuring her with just an expression.