(First off.. I wanna say that despite the picture, Isty is a shemale.. A. SHEMALE. There's just no option for that gender here, so I had to put the closest to it...)








Lunch hour, in a place most wouldn't dare to tread, the men's bathroom. The koopa found herself sitting upon the stupidly elongated lid that covered the actual seat of a toilet that may or may not be clean, clad in her usual sort of purposely ragged, tattered, and otherwise half-destroyed clothing. The odd thing was, it was relatively new.. all of it. Save for the sound of her breathing, and the muffled din of casual lunch conversation going on outside, no other sounds met neatly pierced ears.


Quietly she sat, awaiting whomever would have any desire to use the stall just to the right of where she was sitting, with really only the sound of her lightly accelerated breathing meeting those ears directly. With each flaring of her nostrils, they would be filled with the near sickly sweet scent of disinfectant and urinal cakes, even the faint hints of urine from other unflushed toilets. It didn't bother her, as she was more than used to it.


She was craving something now.. so thoroughly wanting it she could almost scream, yet all that she could actually do was clench those ridiculously powerful jaws. However, despite this fact, many knew of her ability to be surprisingly gentle, if somewhat messy in whatever engagement actually involving her and another party. Then, the sound of the door opening. First, the metallic clacking of mechanisms inside the bolt, followed closely by the faint, high-pitched squeal of an unoiled hinge. (The place she had frequented this week was what would only be considered halfway decent, nothing especially fancy...) Then, soft clopping of high-end leather shoes upon the generic white tiled floor beneath. In the few years she'd been at it she could distinguish certain styles of shoes, and thus determine, with a fair degree of accuracy, what sort of money she'd be able to yank from the customer.


A soft clearing of her throat would indicate her presence, and then, the twitching of her ears would come anew as the stall just where she was hoping to find someone had its door opened. A bit of shuffling, then the sound of a zipper being undone. Could it be? No... sadly. Not just yet. It was only completed by the sound of splattering fluid. The fucker was teasing her by taking a piss, delaying the inevitable. Maybe she'd have to get him back, devious little beasty she was.. Just when she thought that the occupant was going to leave, something caught her eye through the hole drilled through the partition between two stalls...


"Well well well..." Came a voice from the other side, followed by a chuckle, then an addition to those three softly uttered words. "I wonder what'll happen if I.. do a lil somethin' like this..." Her breath caught in her throat and almost.. YES! Yes, that tail gave a faint few waggles before stilling itself. Eyes widened at the sight of a thickly veined length of flesh, what she assumed to either be large naturally, or on its way to full glory, slink its way through the hole to perhaps, seek out attention. Such attention she was all too ready to give...





She didn't come from a broken home, abusive parents, or was adopted by a series of random couples seeking children because of their own inability to conceive. No.. The one sitting before you, wearing tattered and torn clothing, perhaps made as such through fits of self-hatred, and beneath thoroughly mussed, garishly dyed hair was who she was. A koopa packing something quite nice beneath those tattered denims, and sporting the obligatory piercings in her ears, one in the left, two in the right, and a single little hoop at the right side of her lower lip clutched at a single bottle of some off-brand beer. She was currently low on money and seeking a way to procure more of this fermented beverage. Despite the seeming look of paranoia and mixed anger, distrust, and hostility, one could really only see these right off upon those deeply disturbed features.


If one somehow managed to get close to her, not that she'd let them right away, they'd see even further into the deep hole of her psyche. To put it bluntly, she was an overbearing half-drunk of a bitch who would rather intimidate than negotiate. She was one who'd rather spend money on her next sixer than save it up for more something worthwhile. Surprisingly enough, there was no cry for help, it was just the way she is, but somewhere in there.. there was a potential for a different girl to come forth.


Looks can be deceiving. Perhaps Istysha might be proof of this. However, until someone can manage to put up with all this negativity welling forth from within the reptile, they're just gonna have to put up with her.. one way or another...

Huffed breaths exited flared nostrils as she worked, heated bodies bucking and rolling in concert, with heavy balls bouncing against the body of the woman she'd playfully pinned against the kitchen table. This woman, a lovely and slightly chubby feline, had sort of invited herself over to Isty's place after meeting her at a bar, a place the koopa in this day and age hadn't really seen fit to visit. The koopa however obliged, with gusto, and is now showing the lass a bit of a good time...

(More of this story to come. I figured I'd tweak it.~)




(Credit for this pic goes directly, and with gusto, to the creator, Sukebepanda.)