Thinking fast you snake your long tail around Zarsh’s neck and begin to squeeze.
He starts chocking, but still holds you up, so you tighten and Zarsh finally collapses. You are dropped on the ground and land on your side but still keep a firm grip around his neck pulling him down, your top falls off but you don’t care, you pull Zarsh down. He lands on the ground face first his nose just beneath the thin layer of water, he starts coughing bubbles, but you don’t let him up. He tries to pry off your tail, but you keep a firm grip and fails. He gives up trying to pry you tail off and now slams scaly his hand down three in the water as a sign of forfeit.
You notice this but keep squeezing anyway till he was nearly passed out. This is what he disserves. You weren’t going to stop squeezing until he was...
Then you look around and noticed the other lizard men and women looking at you in horror. At first you thought it was because your top fell off and your breasts were exposed, then you look to your side and realize what was happening, what you were about to do and immediately take your tail away from his neck.
Zarsh rolls on his back and coughs up water, breathing in oxygen.
You stand up and walk over to him. You had to act confident now, like it was all part of some plan you had for respect, even if you nearly killed him, that was still okay.
You extend your scaly hand to Zarsh. ‘Anything hert?’
Zarsh grins and accepts your hand pulling himself up. “Just my pride.” He responds jokingly ignoring the still bleeding bite mark on his tail, or the red marks around his neck.
Zarsh then raps his hand around your shoulder before addressing his tribe. “Let the tablets show that on this day I was bested by my new wife in honorable combat!”
Some of the lizard people cheered. Mostly the women, but a few men were cheering to. Other men were silent or mumbling to them selves while exchanging bets with the women.
The next day
Your top was soaked in muddy water so you had to wait a while for a new one, still you found the men staring at your breasts a lot less now, most would avert there eyes completely for fear of avoiding your raph.
This is what you wanted, respect.
Surprisingly Zarsh didn’t put any moves on you last night either. He just pointed you to your bed next to his in his tent and nodded off to sleep. It was odd sleeping as a lizard woman for the first time, but you were so tired from the fight you passed out after a while. Zarsh was gone when you woke up, but you figured he was probably out hunting or something.
As you walked around the village you noticed another lizard woman who was soaking up all your stairs but for walking around without a bottom instead. She didn’t seam to mind though and kept a cold look on her face as she walked between the tents. She had blue scales and red war paint lining her body, she also wore many necklaces, some gold others made of small bone over the blood red raps over here breasts. She was a head taller than you, but seamed to be about the same muscle wise, and she carried a spear with feathers around it. And a leather band with feathers also rapped around her tail. She was clearly a warrior, and a proud one at that. If the walking around without a bottom didn’t tip you off.
You stop her and ask: ‘Why are you dressed like that?’
She turns to you and smirked “I could ask you the same bride of Zarsh.”
You covered your breasts with your arms while the woman continued. As she talked you noticed the blue lizard had an accident different to the lizards around you.
“This is the traditional garb of my tribes warriors. Like Zarsh’s tribe we to have a sacred ground for combat. I was challenged by a feisty woman I hoped to claim and lost. The grounds changed me into a woman. I never let it get me down though, and still trained and served my tribe. After I was banished for reasons I wouldn’t go into now, Zarsh found me and offered me a place in his tribe. I accepted with no were else to go, and now am the head the village guard. My name is Tharss by the way.”
You listen to Tharss’s story intently.
‘So if a warrior looses to another woman. There still changed into a woman?’ You ask.
Tharss nodded. “In my tribe yes. Thought Zarsh runs things differently around here, so that may not be the case. For one he lets us wear the garb of our ancestors, were as another leader would replace it with there own tribes traditions when another lizard joins.”
You were barely listening to Tharss now as the gears turned in your head...