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“Oh, I dig it when you get primitive, darling,

Primitive man, you're my kind of doll.

What a nice club!"

It was another lively night at the Sharp Fang Saloon tonight, as Rockelle and her Three Million B.C.'s finished their hit number. Various Tar Town residents, Saurians and Rockies alike, could be found shouting and whistling their enthusiasm. For others, the melodious tune was background noise as they devoted most of their concentration to their poker games.

Things had changed since Mr. Big had been dealt with and Rex had come to power. These days, Saurians and Rockies were slowly starting to accept each other and get along. Oh, there were still the occasional fights, but they were mainly in the nature of bar room brawls; fueled by liquor and put to rest the next day. Most important of all, it was good for business.

It was these thoughts that flowed through the mind of the saloon's owner, Miss Debra, as she sat at a corner table surveying tonight's crowd. A Triceratops woman in her early forties, she lounged casually in her red dress and played with her dark blue boa. The reason she searched through the hustle and bustle was due to feeling a certain need. It was a need all people, whether Saurian, Rockie or whatever, felt at some point; some more than others. And tonight she had an itch that was dying to be scratched. The only trouble was finding the right partner.

“Full house!" came a shout from a table at the other end of the saloon. “I win again."

“Alright, buddy! Played 'em and slayed 'em," replied another voice.

“Man, Rex, you're really raking it in tonight," came a third voice, sounding somewhat younger than the other two.

On turning in their direction, Miss Debra soon found the source. Apparently the new ruler himself was in tonight. Even his new responsibilities couldn't keep him from an occasional evening of cards. On one side of him was Tops, his best friend and regular gambling companion. On the other side was a face that was still relatively new to the Tar Town scene.

It was that strange Rockie (Mick, she thought his name was) who had arrived awhile back with two other strange Rockies. It was common knowledge that the three of them had helped Rex take down Mr. Big, for which most of the people around, including herself, were grateful for. It was also said they came from strange world other than their own, which most people were more dubious of. Since then, the three of them would make regular return visits to the area.

This young teenager she remembered particularly well. When they first came to her saloon, she was one of the few who found herself intrigued by the young trio. As Rockelle and her group had performed, she took it upon herself to greet the young gentleman. She had always had a fondness for younger men, especially when it came to educating them. There was a certain joy she took from being the first bit of tail young men were introduced to.

As the girl in their group was swept off her feet by one of the local patrons, she moseyed up to young man and complimented him on his soft, pink skin. Though he appeared somewhat reluctant, she quickly pulled him on to the dance floor, his head cradled in her bosom. She had planned that night to see if she could get anywhere further with him, but things got spoiled as a nasty group of Rockies came in and started up a fight. She distinctly remembered busting a few heads herself that night. At the end, the young man and his two friends had skedaddled with Rex and Tops.

Well, she thought, I don't see why things can't be different tonight. After all, if at first you don't succeed…

She would have to be quick. Lord only knew how long he planned to stay. Still, she had what she felt was a perfect plan to ensure he didn't get far tonight. Rising from her seat, she headed straight for the bar. She found the twin bartenders hassling a Saurian who'd had more than was good for him.

“Hello, boys," she said in a matronly tone. “I don't suppose you fellas could do me a solid, could you?"

“Sure, Boss Lady."

“Yeah, whatcha want?"

“Well, fellas, you see that Rockie over there?" She pointed at Mick, as he was engrossed in another game of cards with his friends.

“Oh yeah, the weirdo," said one of them.

“Well, when he comes to get a refill for his drink, I want you to splash a little bit of this in it."

As she said this, she pulled a green vial out of her handbag. It was safe to say that she had done this before. The liquid inside the vial wasn't harmful, but it did make the drinker somewhat more pliable to suggestion. It had a similar effect to getting drunk; only the drinker of this substance would remain more lucid than your average drunk. Also, he would still have enough willpower to refuse anything he really didn't want to do. Miss Debra didn't wish to indulge in outright rape, but seductive coercion was another thing entirely.

“Alright, Boss Lady."

“Yeah, no worries."

“I knew I could count on you boys," she said with a wink. Having given these instructions, she took her leave of the bar; heading off to prepare the next stage in her plan.

Prepare yourself, Mick, she thought. You're in for a very lucky night.

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Mick wasn't having much luck at the tables himself tonight. Still, it was nice spending time with his buddies Rex and Tops. It was a shame that Timmy and Jamie couldn't be here though. Timmy had a test to study for and Jamie was away with her parents.

Oh well, he thought. Maybe next time.

In regards to Jamie, Mick had been thinking about her a lot lately. After their first adventure in this world, they had started to become closer and start dating. Things were going relatively between them, but Mick found himself worried about going to the next stage in their relationship. It wasn't that the idea of sex itself scared him; he simply was concerned his inexperience might embarrass both him and Jamie and ruin everything.

As he pondered these thoughts, he lifted his drink to his lips, only to find it empty.

“Be right back guys," he said to his fellow players. “Gotta get a refill."

“No prob," replied Rex. “We'll be here."

After this reassurance, Mick quickly rose and strolled to the bar, totally unaware of how the night would turn out.

As Mick headed to the bar, Miss Debra quickly moved to Rex's table.

“Hello, boys," she said. “Enjoying yourselves tonight?"

“You know me, Miss Debra," Rex replied. “I always enjoy a winning streak." This brought both laughs and groans from those around the table, including the boss lady.

“Good to hear, big boy. Listen, you mind if I borrow your buddy here for a minute?" She said this while gesturing to Tops.

“On the prowl again, Miss Debra?"

“Not for this one, Rexy. It'll only be a moment"

Without waiting for an answer, she hooked Tops by the arm and led him to a secluded corner of the saloon.

“Alright, missy," said Tops, “what's this all about?"

“I need you to do me a little favor, honey," she replied.

“Oh, really? And why would I do that?"

“If you do, I can make sure Doris is free next Friday."

Doris was Miss Debra's twenty year old daughter from a previous romantic liaison. She spent much of her time assisting her mother at the saloon. Ever since they had met, she and Tops had made goo-goo eyes at each other, heading out together at every opportunity they got, which was not often. The thought made Tops' heart pound.

“You've peaked my interest, missy. Whatcha want me to do?"

“It's simple. After your friend Mick comes back, keep him occupied at the table for about twenty minutes. Once the time comes, send him to my room in the downstairs corridor. Tell him it's to help me with something"

The downstairs corridor was a hallway at the bottom of some stairs behind a door in the back of the saloon. Along this corridor were numerous bedrooms that patrons used for private entertainment purposes. She had one herself at the very end.

“Wait, you're planning to put the moves on Mick?"

“You might say that. So, how about it?"

Tops gave the matter some thought and decided he might as well. Besides, he felt certain Mick could handle himself if he didn't want to participate.

“Alright, missy. You're on."

“I just knew I could count on you," she said, patting him lovingly on the cheek. “Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to go… prepare."

“Whatever you say, boss lady."

With that, Tops wandered back to his table. As he did, Miss Debra headed to her room, imagining how good tonight would be.

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As Mick continued to play one round of cards after another, he began to feel a strange sensation. He didn't think it was his drink, since it was non-alcoholic. Besides, this feeling wasn't like getting drunk. The best way he could describe it was when you get a cold and your head gets fuzzy. He wasn't concerned, but the night was starting to get late and he should probably be heading back home.

“Well fellas," he said, rising from the table. “I think I better call it a night."

“Oh, wait a minute," said Tops, grabbing his arm. “Before you go, the boss lady said she needed some help. Think you could lend her a hand?" At this statement, the other players chuckled and nudged each other in knowing humor.

“Uh, sure. Where to?"

“Just head to the blue door at the back of the saloon. Go down the stairs and knock on the last door on the left."

Mick wondered what she could possibly want. He remembered her as a nice older woman who ran the place, though she was a bit forceful in her affections. Still, he was a helpful person and didn't mind helping out.

“Alright. You guys have a nice evening."

After saying his goodbyes, Mick slowly headed to the door at the back. He had always wondered what was down there, but had never bothered to look. He opened the door and slowly walked down the stairs. As he reached the bottom, he came across a Stegosaurus Saurian standing against the wall.

“Whatcha want here?" he said.

“Uh, the boss l-… I mean Miss Debra said she needed help with something."

The Saurian gave a knowing smile. “Ah. Alright. Off you go then." With that, he stepping out of the way.

As Mick continued to walk, he saw the hallway was lined with doors. What lay inside, he couldn't hazard a guess. On reaching the end, Mick found his mind fuzzier than it had been, though he could still think straight. As he pondered this, he lightly knocked on Miss Debra's door.

A few seconds later, the door gently opened. As Mick turned to say hello, he quickly found himself tongue tied by the sight before him.

Standing in the doorway was Miss Debra, but in a way he was not expecting at all. She stood there against the door frame, wearing a satin robe that she had not bothered to tie, her breasts barely covered by the cloth. Down below, he could barely make out panties of the same color. This was all her current wardrobe consisted of. On her face, her lips were colored crimson, while blue eye shadow accentuated her eyes.

“Well, hello there, big boy," she said in a sultry tone.

“Uh… uh, hello Miss Debra," he answered, trying to keep from stuttering. “Uh, Tops said you needed… help with something. But if you're not ready I can totally come back later."

She gave him a seductive smile. “On the contrary, honey. I'm as ready as can be." She looked him up and down. “You, on the other hand, could use a little help for what needs doing. Come inside and I'll give you hand."

Before he could question, resist, or do anything else, Miss Debra grabbed him by the collar and pulled him inside. As he stumbled forwards into the room, Miss Debra locked the door and placed the key in her robe. As he took in his surroundings, Mick could see he was in some lightly furnished bedroom. A bathroom was placed to the right, while a big bed took up most of the room he was in. Before he could ask why she needed his help there, she quickly cleared that up herself.

As he turned to face her, Miss Debra grabbed him by the shoulders and forced her lips onto his. His eyes bulged in shock as she forced him against the door he had just entered. He soon found her tongue investigating his mouth. Her bare breasts pressed firmly against his chest.

“Oh, you have no idea how long I've wanted this, big boy," she said, breaking the kiss.

“Miss Debra, I…"

“Hush, handsome." As they spoke, she slowly pulled his shirt up and over. She gazed admiringly on his chest and ran her hands across it. “Mhmm, I've always loved your soft pink skin.

“Miss Debra, you… I… we can't…"

“Who says so, sweetie? We're both responsible adults." She cupped her hand against his crotch. “And I don't think you're as against the idea as you claim to be."

“But… but…"

“No buts, big boy. Many men would die to have a night with me, and few have gotten a chance; and never a Rockie before. I need a man, and by the end of the night you're going to be one."

Without waiting for a reply, she crushed her lips to his again. Though he was reluctant at first, Mick soon found himself kissing back. It wasn't hard. Miss Debra was clearly an attractive Saurian, even at her age; and she knew how to get things going. Just as he thought this make-out session would never end, Miss Debra slowly pulled away.

“Well, big boy, we've got your blood pumping. Now, let's test your endurance."

Before he could ask what that meant, she turned him in the other direction, slowly backing him up towards the bed. As she did so, she began to unbuckle his pants. On reaching the bed, she quickly pulled them down and pushed him backward. He was now fully naked, sporting a huge erection, for the whole world, and especially Miss Debra, to see. Miss Debra purred at the sight of her new lover.

“I just love educating young men like you. It feels good to give them a taste of experience." With these words, she eased out of her robe and got on her knees in between his legs. “Can't wait to have a taste, honey."

Without warning, she placed his manhood between her large breasts and slowly began to massage them. The feeling was a pleasure Mick had never felt before. Self-stimulation was nothing compared to what this Saurian woman was doing to him.

“Ooooh, Miss Debra," he moaned.

Miss Debra smiled at him. “I knew you'd learn to appreciate me, big boy. They all do, eventually."

Suddenly, he felt his manhood engulfed in something wet. He looked up to see that Miss Debra with her mouth wrapped tightly around his erection. This new stimulus was building a familiar feeling in his nether regions.

“Miss Debra, I'm… I'm gonna…"

Miss Debra knew what Mick was trying to tell her. Before he could reach his climax, she removed his manhood from her mouth.

“Sorry to cut you off, big boy," she said. “But I want to make sure you can pull off the main event."

While Mick watched her, she slowly raised herself to her feet. As she gave Mick a sultry smile, she placed her fingers along the hem of her panties and slowly began to pull them down. As they tumbled to the floor, Miss Debra was laid bare to Mick in all of her yellow, speckled glory. Bending over to pick them up, she lightly tossed them into Mick's face. They were moist and he could smell her arousal.

“A keepsake," she said with a wink. “So you won't forget."

He doubted he would be forgetting any of this anytime in the future, regardless of how much he might end up regretting it. Before he could give it anymore thought, Miss Debra was on the bed crawling over him. Her face was in front of his as her moist pussy hovered over his throbbing erection.

“Alright, big boy. Let mama make you a man."

With barely any warning, Miss Debra lowered herself onto his manhood, taking him to the hilt. Both of them gave moans of ecstasy. Before Mick could get used to the warm sensation around his meat, Miss Debra slowly began to lift up and drop back down again. As she continued to go back and forth, Mick soon began to match her rhythm.

“Ohhh, that's it big boy," she moaned. “Give mama what she needs."

Somewhere in the middle of all this, Mick slowly grabbed at her breasts and rubbed them profusely. Behind her, her tail slowly wagged back and forth in ecstasy. Both of them continued to cry out in passion.

“Miss Debra, I… can't last… much longer…"

“Ooooh, give it to me, big boy! Cum for mama!"

As he continued to massage her breasts with his hands, she grabbed him by the head and forced him into the most passionate kiss of the evening. In a matter of seconds, Mick's manhood began to shoot his seed into Miss Debra's pussy. They each let out a cry that could be heard along the hallway outside. Luckily, all other rooms were unoccupied. As they ended their climax, Miss Debra collapsed on Mick, taking in the passionate moment. Mick, holding his lover against him, continued to catch his breath.

“Mhmm, that was amazing, big boy," she said, stroking his hair. “You know how to make an old cougar feel special."

“Oh, thank you, Miss Debra," he replied, still out of breath. “Thanks for the learning experience."

“Anytime, sugar. But don't get too comfortable." She pointed his face in her direction. “We're not done for tonight. I hope you don't got no plans." She slowly rubbed her pussy against his slowly hardening manhood. “I've got a lot more to teach you." She pressed her lips against his.

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It was several hours before she was finished with him. During that time, she had taught him many things in the art of bedroom etiquette. In the end, completely deprived of energy, he was sound asleep in the bed were she left him. Having gotten dressed, she left her room and closed the door. As she headed towards the stairs, she ran into the Stegosaurus from earlier.

“Have a nice night, boss lady?" he asked.

“Just delightful," she replied with a smile.

“So, what now?"

“If he begins to stir, give him some more of my special drink. I don't plan on him leaving just yet."

“Whatever you say."

She fully intended to eventually let him go. He had to leave sometime. Besides, she felt sure he was sweet on that female Rockie he usually came here with. But she wanted to keep him to herself for a little while longer.

Besides, she thought, this'll give him plenty of knowledge on how to give that girl a real good time.

Already, she was imagining once again feeling the touch of that soft, pink skin.

The End