Wake up (nude).

Gradually, Krystal opens her eyes to a woven ceiling and stretches stiffly, noticing an odd flavour in her mouth. She swallows and a trickle of warmth runs through her. Odd. She briefly wonders why she's so sore in such a comfortable- Wait, whose bed am I in? She sits up quickly, resulting in a dull pain in her head, and examines her surroundings. She seems to be in a primitive hut with slightly less primitive furniture. In addition to the bed there is a small table with two chairs. In the middle of the hut rests a cookfire with a pot hanging over it. Krystal sniffs the air hungrily, noticing again that odd taste that seems to cling to her tongue. Whatever is in that pot however smells delicious, drawing her to her feet with a rustle of cloth and a jingle of jewelry. Surprised, she looks down at her attire- or rather the lack thereof. 'Where is my flight suit?' Various golden trinkets adorn her limbs and tale, but her nubile body is otherwise left gloriously bare. As she runs her hands over her body to check for injuries, her nimble fingers encounter a dried, gooey substance that seems to have soaked into her fur. Her skin tingles as she rubs it around, causing her to sigh in pleasure.

Curious, she slides her hands over her firm mounds, gasping at how sensitive they are. Biting her lip, she carefully brushes a finger over each nipple, which instantly harden as her eyes role back in her head. Breathing heavily, she continues to knead her breasts as she slowly slides one delicate paw down her slender frame. A moan escapes her lips as her fingers reach her entrance. Gently parting her folds, she cautiously seeks her pleasure bud. At the first squeeze, her back arcs off the bed as her orgasm rocks her body. Fighting not to scream, she rides out the blast of pleasure.

Slowly settling back down from her high, she struggles to refocus on her surroundings, momentarily sated. 'Right, the goo.' She touche her head gingerly. 'Gods, this is going to take forever to get out of my hair.' Moving her paw to her muzzle, she sniffs experimentally. Strangely, the odor matches the flavour that clings to her tongue. 'Have I been bathing in something edible?' Her stomach growls at the thought of food, drawing her back toward the large pot.

As she leans over it however, she hears footsteps from outside and falls back into a defensive stance. Despite all her previous travels and experiences, what comes through the door is still a surprise. The creature that enters is tall and lithe, with green and grey scales covering her body. She wears a skimpy black thong and a black top that barely contains her massive breasts. Her calves are wrapped in black straps and a black headdress frames her sharp features. The fierce beauty glances at Krystal, "Oh good, you're awake", before striding gracefully toward the boiling pot. "You must be hungry", she says over her shoulder as she begins to stir its contents. "Who are you?", Krystal asks, "Where am I?" "My name is Liz", the woman responds, "And this is my hut." She carefully tastes the soup "Hmm, almost there..." "How did I get here?" Krystal persists. "I'm sure you'll remember soon. Our warriors brought you here to recover after your ship crashed in the jungle. You were in rough shape, but you seem to have recovered remarkably quickly." 'Well, I am Cerinian,' thinks Krystal. 'Wait, warriors? Ship crashed?' "By the way," Liz continues, "I have a sexy little outfit for you to wear, if you'd like. Of course, you're also free to leave those beauties free or remain as you are if you would prefer."