Advent Of A Gunslinger

Outside…

Just as Mio had planned, Spitha was able to carry all three she-cats with little difficult and take flight high above the rugged town. So high in fact, that no one was able to spot them.

“Perfect,” Leona said while resting carefully on the dragoness’ shoulders. “You know of the exact saloon we’re looking for, yes?”

“I do,” Spitha responded with each of her arms wrapped tightly around Tabs and Baretta respectively. “It’s near a marketplace in the exact middle of the city. Once we’re above it, I’ll float directly down so we can stay hidden.”

Tabs looked around, and down at the hodgepodge of various metal buildings and rugged-looking citizens. “...Yikes. This place is loads more decrepit than I remember. What in the hell dun happened…?”

“An increasingly lower focus of development,” Baretta commented in a pointed, stoic manner, “They don’t give a flying furball about the long term. They only wanna get a leg up on those who they can swindle with ease in the spur of a moment. Makes you wonder how this place even functions…”

“We can worry about that later,” Leona stated to keep everyone focused, “Our mission isn’t to worry about the development of the place. We’re simply here to apprehend our target for questioning. Do you see the saloon, Spitha?”

After a few more minutes of flight, she spotted it. “There. I just hope Mio is safe and didn’t run into any trouble.”

Her worries would be put at ease soon enough. Once the dragoness landed upon the roof of the saloon and released the three feline agents, they started to look around for the tom.

Only for him to appear behind the ‘SALOON’ sign of the building itself, already waiting for them.

“Good. You’re all here,” he said as he stepped forward, much to the relief of the she-cats and dragoness.

“...How did you--?” Leona was about to stop and ask, but stuffed the idea in the back of her mind. “...Tell me later. What’s our plan from here, sir?”

“Now?” the tom purred as he reached into his blue suit, and pulled out a stick of dynamite. “We make a scene to get everyone out of here.”

Meanwhile, down in the mines beneath the saloon…

Once he was fully erect, Rongu forced his cock into the lizard’s pussy and started rapidly shunting his hips against her dry innards, causing her to cry out…

“AGH! I HATE YOU!” she let out a blood-curdling scream that echoed around the room.

Rongu took his claws and wrapped them around her neck as he quickened his pace. “Mmf--shut up. Dicksleeves don’t get to speak.”

At the very least, the dragon didn’t last for very long. After about a minute of hard, forceful sex, he finished, and dumped half of his load into her pussy. Then, he pulled out and stroked himself off to let the rest of it drip onto her open wounds. It wasn’t very much, but...

“HHHHHRRRRR!”

Now, it was like the hot poker had salt poured onto it, causing Lexi to screech from the pain in her back. But even through all of it, she refused to allow herself to fall into a depressive state and give Rongu what he wanted. “Gah...agh...you...you’re an insignificant sumbitch, you hear me?!”

“...What?! How dare you--” His response was delayed due to not expecting backtalk from her. So he raised his gun in order to intimidate her further, aiming it at her head. “You have no room to speak, whore!”

“Oh cut the shit!” she screamed defiantly, “Now I see what Spitha meant...in reality, you don’t care about her at all. And I tried to tell her but she wanted to believe that you were better than that…”

“Wait…” his expression softened, as he stepped forward and lowered the gun. Desperate to know anything about his ex-wife, he pleaded, “...Tell me. What has she said about me to you?”

Even though she was writhing in pain, the lizard woman had the advantage here and she’d make full use of it. “Hm? What happened to...ergh...that bravado of yours from earlier? Did it go away as soon as you went soft with that limp dick of yours?”

“I-I--you tell me what she said!” he screeched like a child throwing a fit, “Now!”

“Alright…” Lexi went on with a devious grin on her face. “You really wanna know? Don’t say I didn’t warn you: Whenever she confided in me, she always told me about your pitiful performance in bed.”

Rongu stepped backwards and muttered in disbelief. “...My...my what?!”

“You heard me,” Lexi continued, “She always said you never lasted beyond a dozen or so thrusts. But you were always so satisfied with yourself after cumming and never bothered to give her any pleasure. And yet...she stuck with you because she loved you. What she didn’t realize was that she was being tied down to a selfish manchild who barely wants to spend any time with her. Except when he wants to get his pitiful little rocks off and fall asleep!” she roared, gritting her teeth as she muscled through the rest of the pain from her wounds.

“No...that’s...that’s not true…” he mumbled again, dropping the gun to the floor, “She loved me. I know she did. She was all mine! But then she decides to up and leave because some puny little pussy-bitch tells her my business!” he roared back. “If I ever see Mio’s face again, I’m going to make sure he burns to death!”

Rongu was slowly losing himself in his own hubris. Part of Lexi almost felt bad. Almost.

“What a pitiful creature. He’s part of the problem and the reason why this town is still in ruins. I hope he gets what’s coming to him soon enough. I just hope Tox notices I’m missing and comes for me soon.” Given that she was still physically restrained, all she could do was continue the streak of brutal honesty and force the dragon to understand his faults. Even if it was just to stall for her own survival. “Go ahead. Keep whining,” she said aloud, “She’s probably already found someone that actually gives a shit about her problems and is willing to actually spend time with her because they care about her.”

His claws started to shiver at the idea of Spitha being with someone else. “...So that’s it huh? If that’s the case...I’ll just gut her instead. I don’t need her anyway…”

“Sure you don’t,” Lexi hissed, “Which is exactly why you violated me just now. You’re not strong. You’re not tough. The fact that you had to tie me down only to force your pathetic dick in me…” A small smirk appeared on her face. “My husband is twice as big as you and could actually make me feel something.”

In truth, most of her pain came from the open wounds she suffered from the whip. Rongu’s rape attempt was rather pathetic.

“...You didn’t even...you…” he voice grew softer as he started to realize what the lizard said was true. His impotence was parallel to his selfishness. “...No...she’d never...Spitha would never say that!”

“I just experienced it first-hand!” Lexi screamed hysterically with a cackle. “You’re worthless trash who forces others around because you’re an insecure fuckwad that has nothing going for him! Spitha had every right to leave you because you’re a waste of her time.”

“...”

Rongu tilted his head downwards with the shadow cast by his face concealing his eyes. Tears could be seen falling from his cheeks, and he turned to leave the room, sniffling to himself.

“Good riddance,” Lexi thought to herself as she looked over her shoulder, “Now I just need to figure out a way to escape…”