The Bravos wake up as Lizardfolk Slaves

Fuu found herself slowly coming too. It felt almost like being reborn. The blackness of unconsciousness felt like nonexistence, which Fuu would have almost taken as a relief when she felt the soreness of her body. Every limb, every muscle, every hole-- all of her felt like she had been training non-stop for weeks on end. It was difficult at first for her to even **** her eyes open, and when she finally did, what she saw caught the young woman completely off guard.

Fuu didn't awake abandoned on the battlefield where she had fallen, nor did she wake up in the musky tend of some tribal lizardfolk warrior. Instead, what Fuu saw was the cleanly chiseled rock of a well constructed temple. The room was massive, clearly some sort of ceremonial chamber, Fuu guessed from the large open pool with a statue of what was almost certainly the Lizardfolk Goddess.

The Statue was the first thing that caught Fuu's eye. It wasn't a goddess that she recognized from the typical human pantheon, but something entirely foreign. It seemed to be some sort of woman with Elven features and long hair which ran down her back. From there, however, the humanity ended. Everything below her shoulders was covered in scales, and her hands and feet had long sharp claws. What drew Fuu's attention the most, however, was the long, thick cock that stuck out erect from between the statue's legs. It was abhorrent in its way, but as she reached out, Fuu didn't sense it as being particularly evil.

Her eyes drifted to the rest of the room. Her friends were beside her, bound with ropes like Fuu herself, and each one wearing a black iron collar around her neck, locked shut by a clasp on the back. As Fuu looked down, she found that she was collared as well. She swallowed-- this didn't bode well.

It wasn't until he spoke that Fuu recognized the other figure in the room.

"I had assumed you would be the firssst to awaken." She whirled around to look up at the speaker, an older lizardfolk man dressed in colorful ceremonial garb. He leaned against a crooked staff as he watched her with unwavering eyes. "Your body ssseemed remarkably well healed after the lossssesss you sssuffered."

Fuu flushed and had to **** herself not to get angry and lash out. Even now, she could feel the old man's eyes caressing her nude form. When she finally spoke, it was as steady as she could manage. "What do you want with us?"

"My name is Coatlicque," he spoke with a sort of politeness and formality that tried to paint Fuu's question as rude. "As the High Priessst here in Tlanautla it isss my duty to inform the new sssslavesss of their... ssssituation"