[Story] Rango/Beans Attraction

writer wanted to remain anon, I didn’t write this, just did the illustration~

Yes I know frogs aren’t reptiles (ain’t no shame in that) but I guess pretend Beuford is a reptile now. IDK. Too foggy brained to find a way to work around that lol

“How d’you do, Miss Beans?”

“Good ta see you, Miss Beans!”

“Lookin’ pretty tonight, Miss Beans!”

“You’re a mighty fine sight, Miss Beans! And evenin’ to you too, Sheriff.”
Rango frowned as Buford stumped past their table, tipping his hat to Beans and only belatedly acknowledging his own presence. The saloon was packed as always on a Friday, though the booth in which they sat was always reserved for the hero of the town and his lady, but tonight seemed a little different. Every reptilian passerby first greeted Beans, and every time he looked around he saw other reptiles looking at them either sideways or openly, and with her always the focus of their gaze. True, she did look very fine indeed - her hair was freshly done and she was wearing an off-the-shoulder dress that showed off her necklace - but that didn’t explain the sudden interest and Rango found himself looking at her with more than usual attentiveness, trying to figure out exactly what was making her so alluring. Somewhat to his surprise, he found himself starting to harbour unfamiliar feelings of jealousy, even though Beans herself didn’t seem particularly welcoming of the extra attention and was handling it with routine but strained politeness.

“So, uh, Beans…” he began. “You’re quite the centre of attention tonight.”
“Yes, I’m afraid so.” She gave him a small smile as she toyed with her main course, idly turning the bright yellow leaves over on her plate. “It don’t bother you none, does it?”

“Well, no, not exactly.” Rango adjusted the bolo tie he’d worn for the occasion. “I just was rather hoping for a nice quiet dinner together, just the two of us…and instead it’s like the whole town’s beating a path to your door.”
Beans shrugged. “It happens sometimes. Normally I’m out on the ranch so’s it’s not a problem. But what with meeting you for dinner tonight, I had to come in.”

“Yes, I thought it’d be nice. Just the two of us.” Rango sighed. “I guess that’s not quite worked out.”
“It’s okay, Rango.” Beans leaned across the table and took his hand. “I liked the thought. You always do treat me like a lady.”
“Just trying to do right by you.” Rango smiled, wondering at the tingle in his arm at her touch.
“You always do.” Beans smiled back. “It’s a nice change from most of the men round these parts. I don’t say they mean anything ill, just that they ain’t refined like you.”

“Manners maketh the man,” Rango shrugged. “Still, if it’s all the same to you, perhaps we should eat up and get out? Go someplace quieter, where you won’t be bothered?”
“That sounds good to me.” Beans raised a petal on her fork and grinned as she tore into it with her teeth. “I’ll just be sure to save some kind of room for dessert.”

“Dessert? You want to stay for dessert?” Rango looked awkward.

“I didn’t mean here, silly.” Beans smiled coyly. “Somewhere else. Someplace a bit…private like. As you said.”
“Oh. Yes. That sounds nicer.” Rango relaxed. “Tell me…did you do something with your hair? Or your dress?”
“This old thing? No, it was my mother’s. And I did my hair up in the washbasin before comin’ here. It dried up nicely on the way to town.” Beans blushed a little. “I wasn’t sure if you’d notice.”
“Well, yes, yes, of course. It looks very nice.” Rango smiled. “And, uh, your necklace…”
“I inherited it from my granny. Thought I’d give it some fresh air.” Beans touched the silver chain lightly. “Special occasion and all.”

“Right, right. Well…um, it suits you.” Rango sat back and looked at his food. It seemed unlikely that dunking her hair in a bowl of cold water and donning some family hand-me-downs would have had the effect on Beans that he was feeling, but there wasn’t much to be gained from pressing further and he wasn’t even sure what to ask.
“Glad you approve.” Beans grinned through a mouthful of yellow. “But come on, Rango. Eat up. Less’ you want to stay here all night?”

“Oh. Right.” Rango picked up his own fork and grinned back nervously. “Yes. Here’s to us.”

“To us.” Beans smiled.

The wagon creaked across the ground under the light of the full moon, its occupants lit by the twin lanterns hanging from its canopy, the pig in the harness grunting occasionally.
“I hope you didn’t mind leaving early like that,” said Rango.

“Nah, it’s fine. I was about ready to get out of there anyway.” Beans smiled and shifted her grip on the reins. “It was a little crowded in there.”
“Yes, it sure was.” Rango adjusted his scarf. “So, uh…did you notice anyone acting differently tonight? Or was that just me?”
“What do you mean, differently?”
“Oh, well, you know…um…” Rango swallowed, hoping that the question wouldn’t seem strange or insecure. “I mean…a lot of folk seemed to be keen to talk to you…not that I’m saying that you’re unpopular or anything normally, just that…I mean, even waffles was acting a little…odd around you.” Rango grinned nervously. “It’s not your birthday or anything, is it?”
“Oh, no. Nothin’ like that.” Beans shook her head. “No, it’s ust…you know. My time.”
Rango blinked. “Your what?”

“My time,” said Beans, with a little more emphasis. She looked sideways at Rango, as if self-conscious for a moment. “You know…”
“I’m, uh, not a hundred percent sure that I do, actually.” Rango looked at her politely. “Time for what?”
“You know.” Beans blushed a little in the lamplight. “My time fer…fer breedin’.”
Rango choked. “Youre time for what now?”

“Breeding. Like I said.” Beans looked at him. “Don’t you know about that? Every creature’s got its season.”
“W-well, sure, I knew that…about animals and-and that sort of thing…” Rango began.
“And what do you think we are?” Beans smiled at his flustering. “It’s just my turn. It lasts a few weeks. And when it does…well, menfolk just naturally pays me more attention. That’s why I normally keep to myself out on the ranch. It ain’t that I don’t trust anyone - they’re all decent folks - but I never much like bein’ hassled. Not the most sociable type, I guess.”

“Oh…” Rango looked awkward.

“Mother used to say it’s because of somethin called pheromones.” Beans shrugged. “It’s just natural. But…I guess you ain’t seen it before…what with bein’ on our own like you were…”

“Ahem. Yes, well.” Rango coughed, not liking the subject of his past before he came to Dirt, the truth of which he’d shared only with Beans. “No, I guess I haven’t. It just struck me as strange, for everyone to suddenly be all over you like that….”

“Aw, were you feeling a little jealous, Rango?” Beans grinned playfully, but she stopped when she saw the look on his face and her grin softened into a smile. She pulled the pig up short to halt them and reached across to take his hand. “You don’t need to be. You’re my man. And you always will be. And I’ll always be your woman.”

Rango blushed and smiled and she intertwined her fingers with his. “I never doubted you. You know I wouldn’t.”

“No, I know.” Beans squeezed his hand. “But I also know that you’re new to all of this. And I want to make sure you know it’s okay.”
Rango smiled again. “Thanks, Beans…I really appreciate it.”
She leaned over and kissed him. “I can show you…if you like…”

Rango swallowed at the sultry tone in her voice. “Sh-sh-show me what?”
“That I’m still all yours,” Beans turned to face him, leaning further over to kiss him on the lips. “And that you’re all mine.”

“H-here?”

“Mhmm.” Beans smiled, her slender fingers playing with his bolo tie. “See, the other thing about this time is that…I want it more. And I want it from you.”
“Well, yes, I-I do too, but…here? In your wagon?”

“Why not? We’re miles from town. It’s private. And I can’t wait until we get back to the ranch.” Beans kissed him. “I need you, Sheriff. Right now.”
Rango closed his eyes, melting into her kiss. He swallowed. “I need you too.”

“Then have me.” Beans kissed him again, her hands guiding his to the shoulders of her dress, feeling him grip them, begin sliding them down her arms. She lifted herself into his lap to help him, shivering slightly as the cool night air brushed across her breasts as he exposed them, her own hands cupping his cheeks to keep their lips together, tongues dancing. Beans was almost climbing on him, her bare chest pressing against him as she moaned into his kiss, so close that she knocked his hat off.

“Oh…Beans…” Rango sighed, his hands moving up her sides and around to cup her breasts, lifting them on her chest and making her sit back. He leaned forward to close his lips around their shiny brown peaks, his long tongue licking teasingly around them. Beans gripped his shoulders, her back arching as she groaned her approval.

“Yes, Rango…oh, yes…”
His mouth moved to her other breast and her head fell back as she moaned, her tail wrapping around a leg.

Rango looked up at her. “We need to…get in the back.”
“Way ahead of you, sweets.” She smiled and kissed him before climbing off him and over the seat into the flat back of the wagon. He followed her, taking her in his arms as she lay back, their lips finding each other again. He moved his mouth along her snout, down her neck, over her bare shoulders, then began dragging her dress off over her hips. Beans, breathing fast, let him strip her until she lay on the deck before him, naked but for her necklace. Smiling, she spread her legs unashamedly to let him see how the lamplight gleamed on the glistening wetness between them.

Rango swallowed hard, tasting the scent of her arousal on his tongue.
“See how much I need you?” She breathed. “Don’t keep me waitin’. Please.”
“I won’t, darlin’,” He knelt between her legs, unbuckling his belt. Beans sat up impatiently to pull off his vest and open his shirt, trading brief, frantic, needy kisses until he was as naked as her. She kissed him again, but now deeply, lingeringly, her hands dropped between his legs to cup him and then stroke her palms over his twin shafts. He shuddered and moaned as she gripped him softly and began stroking him.
“Come here,” she smiled.

He leaned over her, kissing her deeply as their tails wrapped around each other. One of his members pressed into the wet folds between her legs, making her sigh with delight, her hips moving instinctively to lubricate the shaft with her own arousal and guide its tip to her entrance. His breath caught at the feeling as she slid her legs around his hips and brought her hands to the back of his head to pull him closer into a kiss and draw him inside her.

“Oh…God…Beans…” Rango shivered as she took his full length.
“R-Rango…” Beans arched her back, lips trembling as he pushed into her. “Please…yes…”
They locked eyes as they began moving together, his length taking her over and over again. She reached down to take his free member and pressed it against herself, using its hardness to rub her clitoris as he thrust into her. He whimpered but kept going, planting himself deep inside her.

“God, I’ve needed this…” She stroked his face before letting her hand fall to clutch at her own breast. “I’ve needed you. All night. For days.”
“Well…you have me now…” He panted.
“I know. I can feel it.” Beans rubbed his shaft against her. “Don’t stop, now. Don’t stop until you fill me.”
He groaned. “You…want it that badly?”
“I do. So badly.” She looked up at him imploringly. “Give it to me, Rango.”
“If you…if you say so.” He gritted his teeth and began thrusting harder, faster, deeper. She cried out in delight, clawing at the boards of the wagon. He kissed her neck, her chin, her lips, claiming her mouth with his tongue, pressing her back into the timber. She arched her back beneath him, breasts moving freely on her chest in response to his rhythm. Her whole body was thrilling with energy as what he was doing to her, her sex welcoming his hardness, the bundle of nerves at its apex stimulating itself as his other shaft rubbed over it. She gripped it tighter.

“Beans, I…” Rango swallowed. “I can’t…last much longer…”
“I don’t want you to,” Beans kissed him. “And neither can I. Please…keep goin’…”

He shifted his grip on her hips and leaned over her, pressing himself as deeply as possible, grinding their hips together until they both groaned and he resumed his thrusting, rapid and urgent.

Beans gritted her teeth, rubbing herself harder with his erection. “Make me yours. Oh, Lord…I…I’m-”
“Me too,” Rango moaned. “Oh, me too…oh, God!”
She screamed as he pushed her over the edge, her legs and tail quivering as her climax arrived. He moaned as his own did too, driving himself deep into her as he released his seed inside her wet warmth - and over her belly from the shaft she still gripped in her hand.

“Rango…” She rode out her orgasm, moving her hips on him, gazing up adoringly into his eyes, wanting to be nothing but his. He gazed back at her, eyes wide, until their pleasures subsided and they lay still, panting, their bodies still joined.
“Thank you.” She smiled, kissing him lightly. “I love you.”
“I love you too, Beans.” Rango kissed her back. Glancing down, he saw her pale belly scales glistening with his release. “Oh, um…sorry about that.”

“Don’t be. I like it.” She gave him a friendly lick.
He blushed. “I, um…well, I guess I’m glad you approve.”

“Very much.” Beans giggled. “But toss me that rag, will you?”
Rango reached over to the rail of the wagon to pass her an old tea towel, disengaging from her as he did so. He sat back to regain his breath as she cleaned up and threw the rag aside.
“So…is it always like that?” he said.
“Hmm? Oh, you mean when it’s my time.” Beans smiled. “Well…truth is I’ve never had it when I’ve been with someone so…I guess so? We’ll find out.”

“We will?”
“Oh, yes. Because it’s not over yet.” She moved over to him on all fours, her tail swishing as she kissed him. “It can last for days…so I hope you didn’t have much pressing business back in town…”
“D-days?” He swallowed and grinned. “I, uh…I guess I don’t…”

“Good. Now let’s get back to the ranch.” Beans picked up her dress and began pulling it on. “Because we ain’t done for the night…”
“We…aren’t?”

“Not even close. So git your clothes on.” She adjusted her dress and stepped back onto the bench seat to gather up the reins. “Hurry up, now. Only don’t bother doing up all them buttons.”
“Oh. No. Right.” He reached for his pants as the wagon lurched back into motion, wondering just what he’d got himself into…