June 4 That drooling little twerp has been hiding in my lilacs again. This time he set up a camera and aimed it into my bathroom window. Aeryk and I will give him a good show for few nights before it will be 'mysteriously' hit by lightning. You'd think he'd have enough with the film form the camera aimed in the bedroom window. June 15 Well it's been a week since the potty cam died and apparently the bedroom tapes aren't enough for this loser. Today I found tracks into the bushes around the pool. I've had enough. This slug is getting far too bold and coming much too close to me. I've prepared a surprise for him, now to see now long it takes to get a bite... June 21 So far so good. I've developed a habit of sitting by my pool nude and writing in my journal. After my writing (usually some sexy story that gets me all worked up) I go for a cooling swim and then nap in the sun at the other end of the pool from my journal. I know he's been watching me, getting closer and closer to where I sit writing... ===== It was a day like any other, around two she headed out to her pool wearing a skimpy silk robe. Once behind the privacy hedge and fence she'd drop the robe and settle down to write in her diary. As was my habit I'd wait until the camera I had stashed there would show her seated and writing before I'd creep into my well hidden observation spot. Her scales have a sheen like she oiled them though I know from my tapes that she doesn't, at least not regularly. That monster of a boyfriend might give her a waxing now and then but mostly he just fucks her. My tapes don't have sound but she can't possibly like the way he mauls her. If it weren't for having to explain my tapes I'd report him for rape. You can't hear a thing outside that sound proofed mansion and how could I possibly know what happens in there without breaking the law myself? If I confronted the lizard he'd probably tear me limb from limb so all I can do it watch. It takes me a while but I get into my hidey-hole just as she's getting to the good parts of her writing. Her tail is prehensile I guess, she sure puts it to use satisfying herself as she writes. She snaps the journal shut and drops her pen and book on the table to free up her hands. I wonder who she imagines is touching her as she slides her hands over her scales. Since she's been coming out here to write I've discovered she's fairly quite, more an enthusiastic moaner than a screamer. I bite my lip and try not to trash around in the hedges as I come with her, hopefully her own panting and whimpers cover up my strangled groan. ===== What a sleaze. Crawling into my hedges and jerking off while he watches me. If I couldn't hear him I sure as hell could smell him. Are human senses that dull or is he just incredibly stupid? If it wouldn't cause problems with the local disgustingly xenophobic authorities I'd just kill the guy or give him to Aeryk for a chew toy. Scratch that, he'd probably make Aeryk sick. Oh well, maybe he'll take the bait today and I can put an end to this. ===== I try to breathe as softly and shallowly as possible and above all not move as she slithers out of her lounge chair and into the pool. After she moves to the far end of the pool I take the moment to get myself in order. She does some lazy laps and floats for a bit. About the time she normally gets out to sunbathe the phone rings. I can hear her growl from down at the other end of the pool and see her swim swiftly to this end. She climbs out gracefully and dashes inside. I hear her answer the phone and then her voice moves away from the open door. It's risky but I can't resist. Keeping my eye on the door I creep out from hiding and scoot over to her diary. Reaching out I grab it and turn to dive back into cover as vertigo washes over me and something the size of a house lands on my back. ===== Fucking telemarketers! What part of "I'm T'zari" don't they understand? Like I'd need hair removal products. Scale wax, sure, but HAIR removal? Idiots. My mood improves when I step back outside. My journal is on the stones by the table. Grinning and chirring in satisfaction I saunter over and pick up the book. The insignificant little worm is finally living down to his natural level. Flailing weakly he lays on the stone, no bigger than an ant. I lift my foot and line up my big toe carefully, bringing it over his still wiggling form and then stopping. Nah, too easy. Putting my foot down with a smack I grab my empty margarita glass and turn it over on top of him. Either he'll recover or he'll roast under the glass in the afternoon sun. It doesn't matter which. ===== I woke feeling like I'd been mugged by an elephant and left in the desert to roast. Basted in... tequila? I'm on flat gritty rock dusted with knee high boulders, smaller rocks and sand. With a groan that sounds more like a thin squeak I struggle to my feet and look around. In the distance is a clear wall streaked with something cloudy. Turning slowly I see that is surrounds me full circle. Looking up, the walls slop inward to meet over my head. Dizzy and light headed from pain and alcohol fumes I head toward the closest section of wall. ===== Surprisingly he recovers quickly, though obviously a bit worse for the wear. I watch him weave his way to the edge of the glass and then reach down and remove it. He stands there unsteadily, probably getting chilled and sobered up at once. I hold my foot over him, wiggling my toes until he looks up. Lining up carefully I step down deliberately with my big toe and grind it into the tile. A fitting end, squashed like the insect he is. ===== Just as I reach the wall it disappears and a hot wind blows at my back briefly, almost knocking me from my feet. Shivering as cold air closes around me I stand and look around, my head clearing with the absence of alcoholic fumes. Now I remember. I picked up her diary and the next thing I knew I was laying... under it? Continuing to look around it begins to sink in. I had been shrunk! Just then a shadow sweeps over me and I look up to see my dragoness standing over me. I wave and shout, trying to get her to see that I'm not a bug. Her response is horrifying. Her toes still above me, her big toe directly overhead. Suddenly it comes rushing down at me! I run and dive out of the way, bouncing on the pavement as her toe smashes down behind me and she grinds it into the tile. ===== Lifting my foot I look for the pleasant blot marking the passing of my peeping tom. It isn't there. I check the bottom of my toe, nothing. Irritably I scan the tile, he's not going to get away that easy. While surely something will kill him before he can find someone that will see him for what he is and restore him it's not as satisfying as doing him in myself. Ah, there he is. I'll amuse myself trying to squish him for a while, he can't dodge me forever. ===== She's trying to kill me! I have to be making it clear that I am not a bug yet she still deliberately tries to squash me underfoot. And the expression on her face... she's *enjoying* this! Once again she brings her toe over me and slams it into the pavement, and once again I barely manage to get out of the way. I'm being driven to exhaustion. How many times can I dive out from under her foot? Panting I struggle to my feet just in time to catch the movement of her toe over me out of the corner of my eye. Desperate I try to dive out of the way. This time I feel her scales on my back. At my current size the fine ones between her toes are the size of my torso and marked with nicks and ridges. Frantically I scrabble up between her toes, clinging for dear life. ===== UGH! He's crawled between my toes! Disgusted, I grind my toes together then spread them and stomp the tile, hoping to shake him off. ===== This was a bad idea.... I scream as she grinds her toes together, the pressure and roughness of her scales giving me a case of all over road rash and probably separating, if not breaking, a few of my ribs. Weak and definitely injured I'm jarred free as she stomps the tiles. Landing on my back the breath is knocked out of me and I can't move. Fighting for air I watch her scowl and bring her heel over me, apparently fun time's over and she's set to put me out of my misery. I'm not entirely sorry it's come to that, I hurt all over. ===== That's it! This time I'm going to crush him with my heel, there's no way he's going to get away this time. From the front of the house comes Aeryk's voice, "Lyrani! I'm back!" "I'm by the pool!" I shout back as I set the ball of my foot down past my target and line up my heel. I'm just about to crush him when Aeryk grabs me and lifts me up and in big hug, spinning me around. "I missed you!" Hugging him tightly, "I missed you too! I was about to get rid of that pest that's been watching us though and I don't want to lose him... could you put me down?" Aeryk gently sets her down and takes a look at the tiles, spotting the slowly moving form after a few moments. "Love? I think I have a better idea for him than just squashing him." "Oh? Something suitably torturous I hope." "Well there's Lily....." ===== June 21 Well we've gotten rid of the pest but he's still alive. And he gets to see and hear everything that goes on in the great room. It's not the bedroom but it's not boring either. So far he seems to be adjusting to his roommate Lily well. He's built himself a home and stays out of her way. Bet he never thought his fetish for T'zari would lead to sharing a terrarium with a gecko....