At first, the similarities Sauria had to Cerinia escaped his notice. He was too busy contemplating how some of his bulgy bits were flat now and some of his flat bits were bulgy.

But the more time he spent here, the more he realized the similarities. The landscape, the weather, the moons- they were all the same. It even smelled like home, mostly.

He had to conclude the madman from another planet had succeeded. The Dark Krazoa had been used to destroy… the world? The system? The entire universe? And somehow, he’d wound up in a world like the one he remembered, but different. (For one thing, it was largely ruled by reptiles rather than canids.)

Then he started to think- he remembered the teachings of the Magic Psychic Space Nuns who had ruled Cerinia, and their lessons on the nature of existence and narrative. So, maybe that wasn’t exactly it. Maybe he, as he was, had always been here, but the world-ending cataclysm in the alternate reality where the Psychic Space Magic Nuns dwelled had caused an alternate version of him to send her memories through the aether to wind up in his head and suppress his own memory.

Or maybe these memories were actually a premonition of what would happen, it just got certain details wrong, because the Space Psychic Magic Nuns assumed he would be a female, and it would be only his own hubris and unacknowledged misogyny that would keep him from heeding the warning?

In any case, he didn’t have to lie even a little when the large, scaly man with big teeth asked if he knew where the woman was. He’d been too busy contemplating the possible narratives to figure out which one he was in to pay attention to his surroundings, and he hadn’t even noticed the reptile until he was already dangling upside down.

(For what it was worth, he did remember that sandwich in the picture. It hadn’t been very good.)

But those words- “She is the engineer of our destruction. She escaped the wrath of God once.” He was favoring his original hunch, now- he had been she who had tried to stop the madman and the Dark Krazoa in an alternate world/reality/timeline, and now she was he in this world/reality/timeline, bound or doomed by destiny to try again.

He realized he’d been lost in thought again when the scaly man who had dragged him down to the beach, where they were surrounded by a horde of other reptiles, said-

“If you’ve got no useful information, then we don’t have to hand you over to the General. Don’t worry, I’ll still let you go, after we’ve had our fun, of course. Ain’t often we get a soft thing like you to play with.”

Thus, instead of figuring out how he was going to stop the Dark Krazoa on this world, he was only hoping none of the reptilian onlookers clearly waiting for their turns were as endowed and aggressive as the one currently rearranging his insides.

(That, and that the Magic Space Psychic Nuns weren’t watching.)
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The remake #1 of this picture got me some of my favorite rando comments ever when someone posted it on e621.

Also, this sex position is officially called The Cable Car. It’s pretty much a fantasy-only position as it requires the top to have bestial strength to hold the bottom up by their arms and legs without support.
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