Get touched

"All right." you say, and hand over a bill.

"Great!" says Chryssie. "Come along, then."

She takes you by the paw, giving it a gentle squeeze, and leads you through a door behind the counter. She must be renting more of the building than you imagined: in this hallway, you can spy a huge trove of mystical knickknacks behind a door that's cracked open. Chryssie takes you into a bedroom. A huge four-poster bed with a thick, royal-purple coverlet appears to be your destination. Glancing at an ornate vanity with a large mirror, you get a flattering profile view of Chryssie, making it plain just how far her ample bosom and round tush project.

"May I take off your clothes?" says Chryssie, tilting her head slightly as she looks up at you. When she's this close, it's hard to maintain eye contact while her cleavage beckons to your gaze inches away.

"Uh…" You thought you were expected to undress yourself in this sort of situation, but instead you say "All my clothes?"

Chryssie nods. "Only if you'd like me to, of course. It helps create a powerful sense of intimacy that can be very restorative in cases like yours. But the important thing is that you feel comfortable, safe, and honored."

Your mouth feels a little dry. This seems like a lot, but it's awfully appealing. The door is closed; the two of you have total privacy. What the heck. "Sure. Go ahead."

Wordlessly, Chryssie takes off your sweatshirt and the shirt beneath it, hanging them neatly on a chair. She strokes gently down your arms, across your back, and down the smooth scales of your chest and belly. She glances at your face, to be sure you're okay, with a warm, affectionate expression that tells you everything is going to be all right. You're filled with a deep sense of security and quiet joy. Perhaps you needed this more than you thought.

Next Chryssie removes your footwear, following up each unshod paw with a gentle stroke to your soles. Finally, she helps you out of your pants and underwear. As your matching pair of hemipenes, one stacked above the other, is revealed, she makes a little interested noise, like a "huh". You feel relieved. You have painful memories of girls who'd never seen a herp naked before, and who didn't even try to conceal a visceral sense of disgust. Chryssie seems at worst pleasantly surprised, and doesn't object to the evident fact that you already have two half-chubs. Her touch travels along your buttocks and hips to your inner thighs, managing to avoid contact with your balls by less than an inch.

"You're beautiful." she says.

You have a warm and fuzzy feeling. "You've very kind. Sorry if I seem a little over-excited."

"Oh, no, that's no problem." She strokes your shoulders and arms. "We're trying to renew your connection with earthy and primal things. Try to be open to whatever feelings you feel—even sexual ones."

"…Right." you say, nodding, and you can already feel a bit more blood flow to your nethers as you lower your guard. "I'll do that."

"Now, lie down, and we can start the treatment proper."