A snippet from my alien foot fetish story Scale Servicing involving, well, scales:
A group of warriors idled around a large sofa in one area of the lounge, chatting with each other in their native tongue in gruff voices and intermittent low growls. The guards marched me over to them. As I approached, they suddenly stopped talking, taking sight of me and looking curiously at me up and down.
As they did, I looked them over as well. Like the guards, they were slightly taller and larger than me, very muscular, with broad, round muzzles on their faces. They were all armed with their bladed pole weapons, were dressed in the simple warrior garbs and harnessing typical of their ranks, and had striking variety in their colorations. While the one on the sofa had dark green scales, the ones standing around it had light brown, blue-green, and olive drab ones respectively. All of them had softer yellow scales on their chests and under their chins, however, the lone exception being the blue-green one with the creamy off-white coloration on his underside.
With their penetrating, slit pupils and sinister expressions, they almost looked evil, I thought. And sadistic. It was a good thing they were a somewhat known quantity to me already, which helped ameliorate the fear I might have otherwise felt.
