Dillon’s Rowdy Western

	Today had to be the worst day Sal could have imagined. Between late departure due to festivities, a slow train running across his path and how hidden the village was off the path, that would have been enough to ground his teeth. What made it all the worse was it was evening when he had arrived. Evening was not a time to appear, ever, for any reason with Grocks on the loose. A group of them had immediately spotted him, scampering over and pouncing upon him. He had had to ditch his wares, a huge impact to any businessman, but it was that or his continued exist and he chose himself, much to his chagrin. The salamander should have stayed with his inventory, figure something out. Instead, he had lost the bag as well as his coat to the savage rock creatures, sprinting in his color-merging trunks. All futile, as he was promptly surrounded by the herd. Sal was scared, something he didn’t feel often.
	Then a Grock seemingly imploded before a red wheel came burrowing through, hitting another and bouncing off it. The ball uncurled about itself and it was non-other then the Red Flash himself. The armadillo brought his claws to bare as he scraped at another of the creatures before it turned to dust. He turned to face the others, curling up again and rolling fast. He ground the Grock to dust before dispatching the last. Then the ranger turned to the salamander and Sal got a look of his savior. Sure, they had met before but Sal hadn’t really looked at the armadillo. The cowboy hat atop his head, the plates running down his snout and back, the cross scar under his left mint green eye. The teal and yellow bandana around his neck fluttered in the wind as he looked about the open area before turning back to the salamander. A small frown was there as he grabbed ahold of Sal, grip tight but not harmful and began to walk. Being dragged along after, Sal didn’t fight back and hurried to keep up.
	The armadillo rounded a corner and before the salamander was a giant archway. There seemed to be infinite darkness inside and the ranger pushed Sal towards it. With some trepidation, he walked into it. At the entrance, he turned to look at his savior, who gestured him inside. Then he curled up and took off. Well then, Sal wasn’t going to take any chances out here and go against his savior’s wishes. So he entered the archway and followed it down, keeping a hand on the wall. Soon enough, flickering light appeared in front of him weakly. His hand fell from the wall as the corridor turned, showing a brightly lit room. There was an open chest in the center…and that was about it. Braziers flickered on either side, mural on the back, carpet leading to said chest but that was all there was. Kind of a let down. With nothing else to do, the salamander closed the chest and sat back against it. He took this time to look himself over.
	His claws were black, his scales a deep gray to be considered black. Knowing from previous reflections, he knew that a red stripe ran across the middle of his face. The red also started on the underside of his chin and ran down his front side to his black scale pubes before that disappeared under his Nude Fur brand underwear. There was a slight distortion of the garment, the clothing not matching the lines of his coloration perfectly, but that was ok as he stared at the bulge caused by his dick. His face flushed before he grabbed his tail to distract himself, noting again the rings of red around it at intervals and the black spines on the back. Overall, he was alright, just a lot more naked now. And cold. A shudder ran through him as he realized it was getting chilly. That wasn’t a good thing for a reptile like him. As he waited longer, knowing the night was coming, Sal began to shiver.
	It wasn’t until he was huddled into a ball next to one of the braziers, teeth clicking away with every breath that he heard the sounds of footsteps approaching. There was also the soft jingling as the armadillo appeared in the firelight. The salamander looked up with his teal eyes from his curled position, taking in the light worried expression as the ranger approached. Then the armadillo did something Sal wouldn’t have thought of in a hundred years. He was practically pinned down underneath the ranger’s warm body. The heat was incredible and Sal couldn’t keep the whimpering moan he gave out. His fingers ran over the armadillo’s chest and scars, finding the warmest places to rest and return feeling to his limbs. His face was flushed and he was strangely aroused by this action. It didn’t last long, just long enough for the chill to leave his body. Then the ranger sat back and let the salamander sit up.
	“Thank you.” Light guilt flashed through the lizard. Here he was, getting helped by the Red Flash, even having sold much to the armadillo and he had no idea what his name was. “What’ssss your name?”
	Confusion wormed its way onto Sal’s face as the ranger reached out and grabbed his hand. Opening it with the palm up, the armadillo used his claw to drag along the skin lightly. It took a moment to realize that what was being drawn were letters. D. I. L. L. O. N. Dillon?
	“Your name is Dillon?”
	A single dip of his muzzle. “Why don’t you sssspeak?”
	The claw drew on his palm again. M. U. T. E. Mute? The Red Flash was mute? That explained a lot about his interactions from what the salamander had seen. Another series of swipes read a new message. ‘Back soon, stay’. As Dillon stood, Sal got an eyeful of the bulge the armadillo sported, red plates peaking out the top. His face flushed as the ranger turned and walked off, his tail swaying as he did so. The lizard couldn’t help himself as he ran a hand over his groin, feeling himself having gotten aroused. It was one of Sal’s secrets, that he liked other guys. Being something no one knew meant he hadn’t done anything with another male. Or female. Or anyone really. He had focused more on survival and his business to pursue anything, even lust filled nights. Which seemed to bite him now as he was having thoughts of what the ranger looked like without his outfit on.
	Sal shook himself before standing, walking back and forth between the two fires, rubbing his hands and arms as he waited. As time ticked by, he grew cold again, hunching against the chest. His head raised at the sound of something scraping the ground and jingling. With effort he stood as Dillon approached, with his eyes widening and muzzle falling open at what the armadillo had behind him. It was his bag! His glorious pack of goodies. Even cold he felt giddy as he bomb-rushed the ranger. The earthy smell assaulted his nose as he did so.
	“You found my thingssss!”
	A hand pat his head as Sal looked up at Dillon. The lizard gazed at the green orbs, holding a hardness that spoke trials but also kindness held within. Having his life and livelihood saved and the rugged handsomeness of the ranger got to the salamander as he stood on his toes and pressed his lips against Dillon’s. They were scarred, yet wet with the taste of cactus juice. Caught up in the moment, Sal didn’t realize he had done that until he pulled back in a rush, face on fire. The armadillo was looking at him in light surprise, seemingly stunned.
	The lizard coughed. “I, er, wanted to r-repay you. Ssssorry about the, um-“ He was cut off when the ranger took the few steps between them and used a single claw to clamp his muzzle shut. The hand moved to caress his cheek, tilting his head as Dillon pressed his lips against Sal’s, harder than earlier. The lizard went rigid, his eyes wide before sliding shut. He groaned into the armadillo’s lips, a tongue running over his own lips as he parted them. Then the appendage was in his muzzle, running over his tongue and teeth, the taste of cactus juice prominent now, with an undertone of other things. It didn’t really matter to the lizard, sucking on the tongue before whimpering as Dillon pulled back. His eyes opened a little, noticing the string of saliva between the two before looking at the green eyes. They held a darkness in them, a hunger that made Sal shiver and throb in his clothing. A small smile graced the ranger’s face as the claws lightly ran over the salamander’s naked upper half. Sal’s own hands were roaming over Dillon’s chest again, this time feeling it proper. It was scarred and muscular and hot. The make out started again as the salamander stepped closer, wanting the warmth, moaning into the ranger’s muzzle as their bulges pressed together. A whine came from him as Dillon ground their trapped lengths together, his claws dipping into the trunks and grasping at the lizard’s ass. Sal’s tail lifted some as he gasped, not use to the feeling before pressing into it. After a moment, Dillon stepped back from the embrace, his hands moving to grasp the edges of the salamander’s clothing. He grabbed at his muzzle in embarrassment as the underwear was slid off, flushing deeper.
	He shivered in the cool air, feeling the fiery gaze of the ranger on his naked form. Watching Dillon’s eyes roam lower, Sal could practically see a reflection, taking in his stiff red shaft. Then to his red balls, a trail of black scales running between the orbs. A hand reached down and cupped his balls, making the lizard breath deeply. His gaze took stock of the armadillo’s own, wavering between his genitals and his face. Then he knelt down. Heart pounding in his chest, the salamander knew what Dillon was going to do and was both scared and excited. Claws wrapped about his length, pulling down on the skin to reveal his black tip. A bead of pre oozed from the slit, traveling down his cock and the digits before dripping onto the ground. The hand pulled back up and then back down, repeating into a small stroking rhythm. As more precut poured from his tip, the lizard went rigid as the ranger’s lips closed around his head, suckling. His eyes crossed, toe claws digging into the ground and his breath hitching in his panting as Dillon bobbed his head from tip to a little more than half the length. The warm, wet muzzle was something completely foreign to Sal. Only a few bobs and the salamander was twitching inside the armadillo’s maw. Then the cold air hit him and the lizard shuddered, whimpering lightly.  The ranger stood up, licking his lips before stepping back and grasping his own meager clothing.
	Sal’s mouth was dry as he watched the garment slowly slip down, the dusty yellow of Dillon’s underbelly covering the dick. The red scales bunched at the base and a pink head peeked from the hood as it bobbed in the air. Eyes drifting lower, he noticed the balls were similar in color and had the pubic scales running between the orbs like his own. He wanted a taste. With that in mind, the salamander knelt in front of the armadillo, his shaking hands reaching up to grasp at the large dick. It pulsed in his fingers, a shiver running down his spine before he lightly tugged on the length. The skin bunched up around the head, he observed, before getting pulled tight, the ranger spreading his legs a little more.  With a bead of pre on the tip, Sal couldn’t resist letting his tongue run over the head. Dillon shuddered at that, emboldening the lizard enough to take the tip into his muzzle and suckle on it. A low hiss of air from above was enough for the salamander to pump the shaft while nursing on the head. Swallowing the pre was a bit harder, as it was salty and musky enough to warrant dislike. Yet just the taste of Dillon was enough to get the lizard riled up even more.
	With wavering confidence, Sal slowly slid his muzzle along the shaft, taking more of the armadillo into his inexperienced maw. Already he felt his jaw aching some, wondering briefly if the ranger was well-endowed. He couldn’t deny the musky taste wasn’t wrecking havoc on his tastebuds. It was different, that was for sure. A hand was placed upon the salamander’s head, signaling the desire even if the lizard wasn’t the most competent. He eased himself back off the length, feeling it lightly throb in his muzzle and pre leak from the tip. His tongue flicked over the tip, blanching a little at the taste still but deciding it was better when he had the full meaty taste. Sal slid back down, his hand cupping the balls and rolling them while his other jerked on the cock’s lower section. In all, he thought it wasn’t bad for a first time. Though his opinion lowered some when Dillon slipped from his grasp.
	The salamander whimpered lowly, wondering if he’d done something wrong before he was pushed onto his back. Landing with a soft thump, the lizard was confused as he looked upon the ranger, who kneeled and crawled over him. The lips brushed his again, tongue dancing around his once more. Then Dillon sat up, his hand moving to grasp Sal’s dick and hold it as he raised himself. It didn’t fully register to the salamander what the armadillo was about to do until he felt his head brushing between the firm cheeks, sliding along the cleft until it pressed against a tail hole. Sal was shivering with many different emotions; anticipation, fear, desire. There was pressure as the ranger tried to sit on the cock, having some troubles with it. He lifted himself a bit, the lizard about to make a suggestion when his eyes went wide and crossed. Dillon had just impaled himself half way onto his shaft, a wordless cry in his expression as Sal furiously dug his claws into the ground, scrambling for purchase. Whatever edge he had walked away from with the light blowjob came back in full force. He couldn’t find his voice at all, believing he’d swallowed his tongue. It took a moment for the pain to come in, a light hiss escaping as he realized the armadillo had drug his claws along his skin hard. It was enough to step back from the edge again briefly, before Dillon slowly rose himself. Sal whined as he felt the hot, tight warmth leave his aching need, bunching the skin about the cock head before it was lowered again, further this time, all the way. Being able to see the armadillo’s balls resting on his pubes was super grounding to Sal. Oh fuck, he was really losing his virginity!
	In a sense, it was kind of saddening. Mostly due to the fact he knew he wouldn’t last long. Balls deep in Dillon, he was already being massaged in a way he never had and every shift sent electricity through his body. And then the riding started up, a slow pace of rising and then plummeting down. His claws found purchase in both the wooden chest behind him and the meaty thigh of the ranger. His moans echoed in the small chamber, his hips bucking when his lover dropped down far enough. He was only able to muster out a small “I can’t-“ before he was arching, crying out. Blackness came to his vision as he came, feeling the velvet insides caressing his pulsing length as his potent load painted the innards. He was left a mess, chest heaving as he floated in bliss. It took a while to come back to his senses, nearly falling asleep until a gentle caress to his cheek stirred him. The lizard shuddered deeply as he felt the insides leave him to the cold air, vision swimming before focusing on Dillon. Watching his seed drip from the balls and run along the thighs, Sal felt guilt wrench at his being. He had yet to properly reward this hero. His hazy mind tried to come up with a suitable object, but a voice whispering from the far corner of his head caught his attention. His gaze drifted to his cum-soaked crotch.
	“Dillon.”
	His raspy voice drew the ranger’s attention. “Fuck me.”
	The armadillo blinked once, his muzzle parting lightly in surprise. The salamander was burning in the face, but he pressed on. “As a reward. You can pluck my flower.”
	Slowly Sal stood, watching the battle in Dillon’s eyes. The hesitation to do so based on his nature with his growing lustfilled want. His eyes dropped to the ranger’s still hard dick before flitting upwards again. The other was looking off to the side, chewing on his lip as he debated. Deciding he’d have to tip the scales a little, the lizard turned himself away from the armadillo and bent over the chest. Raising his tail, he wiggled his hips some, hoping that would be enticing enough. Looking over his shoulder, the salamander watched the dazed ranger move towards him. A small grin formed on his muzzle, breath hitching as hands grabbed his ass. It had taken to this moment to realize how badly he really needed this, a way to escape from all the troubles if only for a few minutes. When hot air brushed over his rear, he looked back to see Dillon kneeling behind him. As his mounds were spread, he was confused before he went rigid. Something warm and wet had just pass along his cleft and over his hole. It took two more passes and a prodding to his unused entrance for Sal to realize it was a tongue.
	The lizard arched his back as the appendage gained entry to his intimate area. As it wiggled around inside of his, Sal couldn’t stop the gasps or moans that came from his labored body. He was already starting to shake by the time Dillon was pumping that tongue in and out of his body. Pushing his ass back towards the armadillo, he felt his legs shaking heavily. He’d be on the floor soon enough if Dillon kept that up. Sadly he didn’t, slipping his tongue back out but Sal felt as something thick and hard wedged between his cheeks, sliding up and down his crack and leaving a light point of wetness on his tail base. 
	“W-wait!”
	Immediately the dick pulled away from his body. A low whimper escaped the lizard then. “I w-want to wa-watch you fuck me.”
	The salamander gasped as he was bodily lifted and turned onto his back, resting on the wooden chest he had been leaning against. His eyes sought out the ranger’s, the dark hunger in them making him shudder in fear and arousal. The lizard’s legs were spread apart, with the armadillo between them and his shaft rubbed along his balls and over his own dick. Sal whimpered lightly, the contact sending electricity through his system. Then the cock pulled back, grazing over his orbs before lowering to his tailbase. The salamander’s breath hitched, his eyes wide and pupils dilated. He wasn’t ready for this! His attempt to speak changed to a hiss as the length dragged the tip up to his entrance and prodded it. A hand came from Dillon, down to his own shaft and he pulled back on it. Understanding went through the scared lizard, the head being revealed and pressure once again on his tail hole. A ragged gasp was ripped from his muzzle, eyes screwed shut as his claws furrowed grooves into the chest. The head had popped in.
	It took a moment for him to process things. The first was the hands and claws running over his body, the gentle pads rubbing him while the claws lightly drug along his scales and sent shudders through him. Then was the fact there was a cock inside of him! It was only the head, but it still shook him. He had never really thought he’d have sex, frankly. It was…painful. And filling, weirdly. Both were more apparent as Dillon slowly slid more of himself into Sal’s body. He hissed and grunted, taking time to adjust when the armadillo stopped his advancement. It felt like forever before he could feel balls on his tail and pubes lightly on his own orbs. There was plenty of pain, the feeling of being split in two accompanied with the strange full sensation. Yet it was nice. It was intimate. Then there were lips on his again, soft and lingering. Even in lust, the ranger was helpful to others, especially a first timer.
	Dillon just rested inside of the lizard, who was clamping around the intrusion. The salamander could feel every pulsing inch of the length, the pain and shock dulling. No pleasure as of yet, really. He was feeling light-headed before the armadillo pulled back, the breath hot on Sal’s face as his own chest heaved for much needed air. Staring into the eyes of his lover again, he gave a small nod. It was all the confirmation the ranger needed, slowly pulling his hips back and sliding out of the lizard. A strange feeling of relief and disappointment crossed his lust filled mind, though both were countered when nearly all the way out, Dillon reversed his movement and sunk back in to his hilt. A shiver ran through Sal, a tingling running along his nerves even with the dull ache. The armadillo repeated this process a few times, the slow grinding easing the pains and bringing about the better feeling of fullness. His arms moving up, the salamander wrapped them around the ranger’s neck and groaned lowly.
	Taking the hint, the armadillo’s motions changed. The hands that had roamed over his body took a stance on either side of Sal’s head and his pumping hips got faster and more forceful. The shift did cause some discomfort but that was easily overrode from both the sliding in his ass and how his lubed cock lightly rubbed along the other’s belly. The lizard had grown hard again, already leaking a little pre and smearing it on the toughed hide of the ranger. His eyes roamed over Dillon’s face, the parted muzzle dragging in precious air to the lust-filled glaze over his eyes. His own face was probably similar, though his gaze would go black as he closed the lids, enjoying just feeling the armadillo. Sal’s claws had moved, one scratching at the shoulder and upper arm as the other dug into the plates on his backside. The thrusts were smooth now, slick with saliva and pre and gone was the pain. Now the lizard was a hissing, moaning mess to be strung along with the other’s pleasure.
	It seemed like hours and seconds at the same time, the two moving in tandem. The salamander had started to push back into the pounding when Dillon raised himself from his hovering position. He stood tall above Sal, a ravenous look to him. Having pulled back to his head, the ranger got his right knee on the chest, one hand holding the lizard’s side as the other held him down. Ramming in hard, Sal’s eyes went wide as he cried out, electricity running all along his spine. His claws dug furrows in the wood beneath him as he writhed, the second slam almost as powerful as the first. The salamander didn’t fully understand what was happening, all he knew was the unsurmountable pleasure that was sent through him with every slower, yet powerful thrust. His eyes crossed as he tried to focus before letting them close, claws digging deeper still into the chest. It was much more intense without being able to see. Though his eyes snapped open when a hand closed around his shaft and started to tug on it.
	The strokes were in time with the thrusts, building the fire a second time within the lizard’s gut. He was going to climax again and, with a start, realized that Dillon wouldn’t be able to voice his. Try to form words was difficult, but he did eventually manage to croak out between panting breaths “Cum in me”. A wolfish grin stretched along the edges of the armadillo’s muzzle, something that brought about more arousal from Sal. He was on edge already, watching the tense ranger redouble his efforts and go somehow harder. The salamander’s eyes slipped shut, his claw coming up to clench at his muzzle as the other hand dug into the chest. With another shout, Sal orgasmed again, seed spraying up towards Dillon. The feeling of being plowed through his climax was astounding, making him reach new heights. Though it was when the soft gasp of air and hilting that really got the lizard as his insides were flooded with hot liquid. It felt like a third, smaller orgasm hit the salamander when that happened, spurting out a bit heavier.
	It felt like an eternity that Sal was flying on his cloud. All too soon he was falling back down, his blurry gaze sliding open to try and focus. His heart beat loudly in his ears, when it wasn’t a general buzzing and his nostrils were clogged with the smell of sex and cum. He could feel the throbbing shaft in his ass still, clamping down on it as seed oozed out around it to slide down to this tail. Then he could see his own mess on the ranger, his seed having shot up to cover his handkerchief and, surprisingly, coat his lips. With a start, Sal realized he’d gotten his essence into Dillon’s mouth and watched as the armadillo’s tongue trailed out to lap up some more. The lizard shuddered at that, spasming a bit around the intrusion still in his rear.
	For a while, they stayed there, panting. Slowly, the ranger slid himself out of the salamander, making him whimper a little. There was a part of Sal that was disheartened he had his innocence claimed. Yet when he looked upon Dillon’s face, the soft lines of contentment and rough scars of abuse, he realized that out of all the one’s he could have had a first with, the armadillo was probably one of the best he could have ever asked for. He had rewarded his savior with something truly special. Sal only hoped that it would happen again, minus all the life threatening events beforehand.