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Mike takes the shot

Mike walked timidly behind Lewis as they approached the entrance of the shooting range. The yellow dragon had never even held a gun before, and now his boyfriend was dragging him here to teach him the right way. He knew Lewis meant well, especially after the attempted assault. Mike still woke up shaking, dreaming about what might have happened if Lewis had not intervened.

"Mike, stop dragging your feet. We're gonna go in there, you're gonna fire a pistol, and we're gonna have some amazing sex afterwards. So stop worrying and hurry up!"

The larger monitor lizard was already at the blacked-out door, waiting for his companion to catch up. The dragon shuffled forward, jogging towards the door. And then they both went inside.

"Hey! El! Long time no see. You back for another 45-er?"

"Not this time, Sid. Got my Eagle, and my boy needs to learn to shoot. Got some 22-shorts for him to start with? 44's for me"

"Of course we do. You sure he don't want something bigger? Targets?"

"No targets. Live will do."

"Comin' right up"

Mike turned to Lewis and whispered "How does this guy know you?"

"I come here all the time, Mike. Well, before we hooked up. Gotta keep my skills up. Now why don't you follow me to the range, and we'll get you started!"

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Mike couldn't believe it. Standing 40 feet away, down the range from him, was a man in an orange jump-suit and a black hood. He couldn't tell what species the convict was, but the way they were shaking made it clear that they knew what was happening.

"Lewis... I... I can't shoot someone!"

"Mikey, it's a fucking gangbanger. This is his sentence, to be executed on a firing range. There's nothing wrong with it! And if you can't shoot a fucking body standing still, you're never gonna be able to defend yourself properly. Now raise the fucking pistol and aim!"

Mike closed his eyes, keeping the gun against the table, his body starting to shake.

"Oh for fuck sake, Mike... Okay, drop the gun"

The dragon let go, the pistol falling next to the noticeably larger Desert Eagle that Lewis owned. Both of Mike's hands went up to his eyes to hold back the tears. Soon, he felt Lewis's arms around him, holding him tight.

"It's okay, Mikey. You don't have to kill him. Here, dry those eyes off. Look at me"

The dragon stared up into his boyfriend's face, seeing the warm smile he loved. And then watched as Lewis's gaze moved away from him, and a deafening boom rang out near his head. Before Mike could react, it was followed by another one.

He turned, stunned, and looked at the struggling convict - only to see the body now slumped and a dark stain spreading across their chest and hood. Their struggling had stopped, and so had their life.

"L... Lewis... how... could you..."

"Mikey, he's dead. Just a life-sized target. Now if you ever want my cock inside your ass again, you'll pick up that gun and aim down the sights. Now, Mikey"

Lewis pushed the stunned dragon forward, watching as his boyfriend trembled and slowly picked up the pistol.

"That's it. Arms in front, up to eye level. Good boy, Mikey"

The monitor lizard lazily rubbed the bulge in his pants. He loved the way Mike's tail was trembling, and the way the blood seeped out of the body, and the smell of gunpowder filled the air. He loved pushing Mike to new limits like this.

"Good. Now, tense those arms for the recoil. Finger over the trigger. Gentle squeeze, and-"

Bang!

Thud

"Nice shot, Mike! Finger off, gun down"

Mike was breathing heavily, his stomach turning and dancing. Then Lewis was beside him, binoculars out and looking down range.

"Missed the heart, but got'em in the chest. You would've downed them in one shot. Nice aiming on the first shot!"

Then Lewis was hugging him from behind. Mike couldn't look up, couldn't bring himself to look at the man he had shot. Even if it was an already dead convict. His eyes were full of tears, his hands and legs trembling. Without Lewis to hold him, Mike was sure he would collapse to the ground.

"Please lemme go. Let's get out of here. Please, Lewis"

"C'mon, Mikey, live targets ain't cheap. I got my mag left, and you only shot one bullet. It's not like I'm gonna pay for a second one. And those paper targets just don't show you the damage"

"Lewis, please. Lemme outta here. Please..."

Mike looked up into his boyfriend's eyes, tears running down his face. Slowly, the monitor's expression changed from pleasure, to anger, to acceptance.

"Alright, Mike. Lemme take you over to the target range. See how good you can do at different distances"

Mike kept his arms around Lewis as much as he could, as they walked out of the firing range. A quick talk with Sid, and they were on the busier side of the building - a long line of shooting stalls, half of them occupied.

"See the target, Mike? Aim for the heart or head. Not the belly"

"Okay..."

"Pistol in hand, finger off. Good. And up. Brace. That's it"

Lewis pushed his crotch into Mike's ass, letting him feel the growing bulge. Enjoying the way Mike's ears started to perk and blush.

"Go on, killer. Take your shot"