Alina just didn't feel safe after suffering a violent mugging last year. The policeman had explained that the young lizard woman was likely targeted because of her looks, petite stature, and taste for expensive jewelry. Even as time went on, she couldn't shake the horrid memories of being wantonly groped as her beloved bijoux were systematically seized. The stinking criminal had slunk off from an alarming noise before events could proceed too drastically, but Alina couldn't forget how close she was to suffering an even more invasive exploitation. Determined to regain her power and abandon her agoraphobic seclusion, the meek reptile woman began taking precautions to walk the streets without fear.

The short, scaly woman felt powerful as she walked the streets with King at her heel. The rottweiler was purebred and expert trained, Alina repeatedly assured of the canine's excellence as a protector. She found herself readily able to bond with the big, fluffy beast in ways she hadn't been able to with others after the criminal attack. King was usually patient and loving with his scaly mistress. Even though Alina had never cared for a large pet before, and was not a quick study to the responsibilities it entailed, she threw herself wholeheartedly at the daunting duty.

King kept putting on weight, as the iguana lass found she simply couldn't deny his pleading face anything. After only a year of ownership, her brown and black haired hound had swelled immensely, putting on both fat and muscle. Alina found herself enjoying increasingly long walks with her steadfast canine. Alina didn't mind though, it just made her feel more badass when people quailed and flinched from her intimidating pet's inquisitive snout. Even her health was improving from the dog's presence, as fresh air and frequent exercise agreed with her increasingly lithe and healthy reptile physique. Step by step and day by day, the once-repressed iguana girl felt like she was reclaiming her power from the unforgiving world.

Controlling such a huge pooch was onerous for such a tiny lizard woman though. At the dog breeder's insistence, Alina had never had King fixed. The big dog could be quite spirited, temperamental, and even grouchy at times, though he never bit his owner or made her feel otherwise unsafe. It was quite the opposite, Alina owed her entire newfound sense of security to the protective canine's near-constant presence. Even temporary separation usually brought anxiety to both dog and owner, Alina never feeling entirely safe without her huffing, puffing hound close at hand. This escalating partnership came to an incredible head one sunny afternoon, though it started like any other for Alina and her dog, King.

The big, velvety-furred rottweiler kept excitedly tugging Alina along as they made their way through the public botanical garden, King's favorite place to sniff about. The iguana girl's wrist was becoming increasingly chafed and sore from the leash's numerous sudden jerks, prompting Alina to take King aside to try to discipline-away his annoyingly frisky behavior. Sitting her big rottie down and kneeling in front of him, the dog taller than Alina once she was on her knees, the lizard lady began scolding her hound. "Come on King, you're being such a butt-hole. The doctor said you're giving me a wrist injury, you stupid mutt. Stop diving for butterflies, you're over-stretching my ligaments or something," the iguana person fussed, tussling King's tawny, shaggy chest hair for teasing emphasis. The dog barked in response, and planted a big, sloppy lick upon Alina's stubby snout and full cheeks for his own underscoring. "I'm dripping with kibble-scented slobber! You fucker, I'm going to send you to the glue factory!" Alina hissed indignantly, playfully tackling King about the neck and wrestling the dog down to the paved arboretum floor as passerby parted and giggled at the charming interaction. The smaller woman was barely a fraction of the rottweiler's strength, but the compliant pet relaxed down and bouncily pawed at his scaly owner in response. She indulged King for a bit of roughhousing to quiet his exuberance, before leaning back up and staring around at the surprised and giggling faces of passing walkers. Looking down, Alina realized King had clawed her shirt down, snapping one of the sports bra straps and entirely revealing one of the iguana's perky, scaly breasts. Covering her breasts and leaning over in humiliation, the lizard girl angrily hissed, "Dammit King, I'm going to get you fixed, you big, dumb, smelly, turd factory!" When a passerby offered to help Alina, she angrily swatted the Samaritan away, still kneeling over to obscure her half-bared chest. King let out a throaty grumble, and heaved up on Alina's green-scaled back in a rapid plopping motion, nearly collapsing the unsuspecting woman down flat to the ground.

As the huge, muscled canine mounted upon his prostrated scaly mistress, Alina felt a panicked helplessness return to her frazzled mind. King was growling and slobbering as he humped open her bony rump, slapping the lizard girl's long tail against her thin thighs. His up and down motions incrementally rucked her clinging jogging pants down, accelerating Alina's alarm as the humid arboretum breeze grazed her bared bottom. "S-someone, help! My dog's going crazy!" Alina finally hissed out. But when someone stopped and leaned over to intervene, King barked angrily and bared his massive, frequently-brushed teeth, easily warding off the feeble intervention. Alina hissed out suddenly in shock, as she began feeling King's wet prick jabbing into the soft scales lining her inner-thigh. "Bad dog! Bad dog! Sit and roll over! Play dead!" Alina rapidly blurted out, grunting in strain as the roused canine worked his way home. When the dog's rapidly engorging doghood slammed home into Alina's tight, reptilian vent, the petite lizard girl let out a great, rasping cry, eliciting the attention of a growing crowd of horrified spectators. Still, nobody wanted to intervene in the huge, fierce-looking rottweiler's business, as King continued positioning himself over his smaller owner possessively.

The large hound had his haunches lowered and coupled with Alina's narrow, scaly butt, her tail pushed aside as the dog's swelling knot attempted to push past her clenching labial lips. Dribbles of dog sperm already glistened across the iguana woman's upturned posterior, helping King ease the incredibly girthy canine cock deeper. Alina kept raising her scaly muzzle high and yelling aloud, her body wracked with the overwhelming sexual intensity of her pet's huge, hot, invading phallus. "It's not gonna fit, it's not gonnaahhhhh!" Alina's pleas transformed into a passionate moan as the huge canine's knot sank into her vaginal canal fully, the iguana's plump, scaly lips settling neatly about the panting rottweiler's narrow, twitching base. Once firmly implanted, King rudely flopped upon his trembling owner fully, nearly obscuring Alina under his brawny, canine frame.

Even with their sexes firmly united in unwilling bestial copulation, Alina still had to endure the dog's throbbing phallus swishing and swabbing about within her spasming depths, the scaly woman's love-tunnel struggling to adjust around King's bulbous canine knot nearer her over-stretched entrance. King's paws held the petite lizard woman down assertively, as all she could was meekly turn her head about, looking up at all the shocked, disgusted faces among the watching crowd milling about. She was distracted from her public shame by the rustling of slick dog fur upon her back and the obscene thumping of King's defiantly complete ballsack flopping about against her sodden, trembling thighs. Her little clawed toes curled to her scaled feet as the huge dog's hindpaws scrapped at Alina's calves while he rutted her hard.