Rough Riderby a guy with many hatsChaptersBreaking them inDustSandBreaking them inThe room smelled of hay and sex. "Come on- big boy- stop squirm'in!" I slammed my hips down, the studs length pulsing inside of me, sending out a small pulse of pleasure as he slid inside of me. He looked like he was in pain, grunting and snorting as I rode him hard into the pile of hay. He started bucking hard, squirming around my insides as he threw his head back. It started to make my breath a bit ragged, his thick rod filling the void and sending a squirming pleasure through my stomach. "Don't you cop out on me ya-!" I held my hat to my head as I rode his length down, slamming hard into his pelvis. "Can't- gonna-" The red beast proved a bit weaker than I was used to, spilling is load before doing a damn thing for me. "Son- of- a-" I slammed down and ground his length as he pulsed inside me, a warm feeling flooding my lower body as he lost his composure. I let out a soft sigh as I gave a final buck of my hips, feeling him going soft inside me as I did. I stood up, letting his limp stick slide out of me with only the smallest feeling of slimy pleasure running through my legs. "Dissapoint'in partner, yer a damn workhorse, suppos'ta have some stamina." I cleaned up with the stallions tail and pulled my pants up, slamming my belt together and stomping my boots to sort out my clothes. The red stud was already limp, laying sideways across his stomach. "Eeeyup...." he mumbled as his head fixated on the floor. I ran my fingers along the brim of my hat and walked out, the warm sun and the smell of apples greeted me. I spotted the main house and started up towards it. An orange mare quickly trotted out to meet me. "Howdy partner, you Caroline?" I put my foot on the first step and leaned into it. "Carolin, yep that's me." I flicked my hat upright, "You the folks callin for a Vaquero?" She gave me an odd look. I let out a rough cough, "You the folks with the problem right?" She walked down and did a single lap around me. "Before I forget, I'm Applejack. Ya look familiar." I realized what she meant immediately. "Cause we both got freckles." I scratched my head. "So yeah...that's- ...actually dang, yer right we look alike." I looked the mare over. "Cept my hat's black." I said with a quick laugh. "So you're the folks with the coyote problem right?" "Not coyotes, but I think yer the right person. Come on in." she walked back inside and held the door open for me. "Hey you didn't see a red stallion out there did ya?" I walked up, stepping inside and looking around. "Yep, he's in the barn." "What they hay is Big Mac doin in the bar?" I turned away from her and scoffed. "Big Mac...pfff." "Pardon?" "Nothing, so ya'll got a problem?" She nodded, leading me towards a large sofa. She took a seat, letting me take the one across from her. "Got some trouble in Appleloosa, Braeburn asked me ta find someone ta help. You think you can handle some varmints?" I set my bag down and pulled my rifle out. An old slug loaded shotgun with a beautiful wooden grip sat fat and happy in my gloves. "I think I can handle it." She stared nervously at the gun. "That ain't loaded is it?" I looked at the gun and quickly put it back away. "Heck naw. That'd be dumb as shit." She gave me one last odd look before walking over. "So...I guess you're the person fer the job. We can't pay much but-" I waved her off and crossed my legs. "I need a place to stay and some food, the rest is free." She looked stunned, her hat nearly flying off the back of her head as she shot upright. "Well heck, really?" I nodded, tipping my hat over my eyes. "I've been cooped up in Oklahoma too long, change a pace'd be nice. And I got other reasons...." "Well that's-" she was cut off by the door swinging open. We both turned to see the red pony from before limping across the hall with his tail between his legs. "Big Mac, what's wrong?" I stared at him from under my hat. He immediately caught on and looked away. "Nothin'." "But your leg...somethin the matter sugar cube?" I stared at him as he joined us in the living room. "I uh...tripped." I nodded and drew my hat down. "Gotta be careful out there." I noted loudly. He looked away and started limping away. "Yep." he sounded broken, good. Can't even hold out for five minutes. My host watched as he trailed off, his tail was already starting to matte up from the mess he made. "Well...come sit with us. You met Carolin yet?" He shot upright. He let out a rough cough as he started limping towards the exit. "Nope." "Well then-" "Nope." he backed out of the room and left us alone. "Huh...well...I guess...you uh, wanna get goin'?" I stood up and tapped my toe on the ground. "No time like the present." Applejack stood up and started off towards the front door. She lead me off their property and into town. Things were quiet as she lead me into the train out of town. "So, get to Appleloosa, find a stallion named Braeburn, tell him I sent ya." "Yep, sounds good." I stepped onto the train, quickly holding onto the door as we pulled away. "Ya know, always wanted to do this!" I hung half out of the train as I waved my hat at her. "So long partner!" I quickly got pulled in by an angry looking mare in a hat. "Ticket?" I pulled the stub from my hat and handed it to her. She looked at it for a while before handing it back. "Apple weirdos." I ignored her and started walking to the train boxes. Most were empty, but one at the far corner had a young stallion in it. I ducked into the doorway and looked at him. "Howdy." He jerked his head up, throwing a book at the ceiling. "Whoa hey! Uh...howdy." he looked nervous, cute little thing. I walked in and sat next to him. "Um...my room...I-" I cut him off as I ran my hand along his barrel. "I- um...I-" "Shh...don't yell, don't shout...just let me take care of ya." I started kissing his neck as I rubbed his stomach. "I don't think I- ...I was reading...and I-" his voice caught as I grabbed him, his manhood quickly starting to poke out of it's hidy hole. "Well...look at you..." I took his meat in my hands, squeezing it hard as I wrapped my right arm around his body. I leaned my head into the cross of his neck and kissed his jaw as I pumped his length, letting my hands go to work on him. I licked along his jaw, leading up and chewing on the tip of his ear. "So what's your name." I cooed softly into his ear. "I'm-m-m...." he stuttered as I ran my thumb around his tip. "Dusty, my name's Dusty." "Mmmm, Dusty...you like it when I do this?" I asked coyly as I nipped at his ear, my hand still keeping him tense. "Does it feel good?" "I don't-" I held him at the base, stopping my movements and feeling him twitch in my grip. "Yes- yes- yes." "You want more, you wanna be a stud?" He started snorting as I teased his tip. "I don't- I don't know what that-" "Mount up colt, you're about to find out." I stopped my pumping and held him upright as I drew my pants down and hoovered my sex above his. "Relax colt...I'll take care of ya...." I quickly pressed his tip against my mound and leaned back, letting the warm sensation resonate through my stomach as I sat back on him. He let out a long whimper as I took him in. "I can't- too hot- too tight!" I cradled his head with my arms and stared into his eyes. "Flattery- mmmm-" I grinded his groin, letting his member tug at my flesh. "- will get you everywhere." He started grunting as I worked his pole. "Can I- fuuuu-uck! Can I kiss you?" I let my fingers lace into his mane. "Sorry stud- oh! -we're keepin this simple." as cute as it was for him to ask, he was just meat. No need to get him attached. "Ma'am...ma'am...I can...it's coming...." "Not yet!" I hurried my thrusting, the fire growing in my lower half as I rode him. "Come on...just a little more, come on you little shit!" I slammed back hard, feeling him pulse hard inside me. I slammed down hard and wiggled around hard as he came. The warm load finally did it, sending my nerves haywire as that familiar warm sensation took over my lower half, making my legs twitch like mad as I rode him through. I could hear myself let out a shrill scream as my body lost it's fight for composure, twitching from the amazing pleasure running from my groin, the spazmatic pleasure lasting what seemed like forever before dimming down and letting my gather myself. "Three...studs...good job, kid...good job." I let him slip out of me as I stumbled forward, his warm liquid leaking out and tracing down as I stood. I let out a sharp whistle. "Colt...clean up." The colt looked groggily over to me. I had put my hands on the seat across from him and was presenting. "Wha?" "I took care of you, take care of me, clean up." "What do I do?" I let out an annoyed grunt. "Tongue, pussy, now." I watched as he realized what I meant. "I can see it...coming out...do I have to?" "It's yours, now get to it!" I watched as he leaned in, jumping a little as I felt his breath on my burning sex. What followed was a tentative lick. "Oh- dear Celestia that's...." "Shut it stud, now clean up!" he slowly leaned back in, making a few strange noises as his tongue ran across my sex. It felt nice, his slick tongue quickly dragging across my sex and lapping at me. "I think- I think I'm done." he leaned away and let his tongue loll out of his mouth. I ran my hand over my sex, the warmth dying down and the stickiness mostly gone. I pulled my pants up and moved to the stallion. I sniffed his breath, he's gonna taste himself for a while after this. "Yep...good work stud." I squeezed his shoulder as I walked out of the room. Leaving the colt tired and confused as he stared at me. I ignored him and found an empty box. I settled in and took a quick nap. It felt nice to finally get rid of that tension that built up over the last few days. Whatever town I was heading to, they better grow em strong or that town's gonna be full of broken men. DustI was flung off my bedding as the train lurched to a sudden stop. "Sonofa." I cradled my head as I searched for my hat. With my hat back on my head I leaned my head against the door of the booth. I could hear the stud from earlier shouting with someone else. "I don't have anything I swear!" A rough female voice rang out, overpowering his. "Don' ya lie ta me ya no good-" I pushed off the door and pulled my rifle out of my bag. I racked it, sending a single shell to the floor. "Aw shit...it was loaded." I racked it a few more times to make sure it was empty. With the gun now just an improvised club, I hurried out of the booth and towards the stud. I slid the door open and was immediately met with a surly looking mare brandishing a handkerchief tied around her neck. I didn't wait for her to turn around, swinging my rifle's butt into the back of her head and sending her to the floor. The stallion jumped back as she collapsed. "Oh dear Celestia you killed her!" I turned to him and gave him a quick slap. "Calm yer uppity ass down! She ain't dead, she's just...in pain." I looked down at the pained mare, I yanked her handkerchief off her neck and tied it around her mouth like a gag. "Hey...you got...like a rope or somethin'?" "Why would- uh...maybe." he slowly reached up into his bag, letting it drop to the floor and explode into bondage gear. "...Don't tell anyone, okay?" I looked at the leather straps and special toys. "Wow...charmin'. Don't suppose yer the one who wears it?" He gave a nervous look. "My brother said...it...you know...I mean...it...." he ducked down and hid in the corner of the booth as I tied up the mare. I finished, admiring the mare's new look. "Heh.... I'm gonna go check out the rest a the train, don't...don't do nothing creepy to her okay?" the stallion nodded feverishly. "Good." I charged out of the booth with my rifle. I hurried into the main seating car, a few people, both ponies and humans were harassing the passengers. I charged over planting the heel of my boot into a man's foot, quickly shoving all my weight into him and causing him to smack his head on a railing. I quickly pushed off his ribs, kicking a stallion in the gut and sending him into a women's lap. I flung myself towards the last man, tackling him and sending a loud bang ringing through my ears. I scrambled around, realizing I wasn't the only one with a gun. I grabbed his wrist and held the barrel of his gun to his own head. "Do it partner, I fuckin dare ya, shoot!" He struggled, thrashing about and slamming my back into the seats. I reared my leg up, dropping my knee straight into his groin. He let out a guttural cry as he let of the the pistol, sending it skidding down the isle. I continued to slam my knee into his groin, reducing him to a crying heap until being pulled off of him. "It's enough darlin'!" a smoke worn voice rang out from behind me. I felt myself get pulled back as the passengers subdued the downed aggressors. "It's done and done!" I pulled free of my unseen captors and spun around. Two men hand pulled me off the bandit, a pale beige stallion with a mustache and a bronze star on his vest was staring at me. "Ya did good, but we can-" "Shut yer mouth ya damn fuck! Who the fuck you think ya are!?" I snapped, my accent crumbling to near incoherent levels as I struggled free. The stallion glared at me. "Marshal Buckshot. Been having trouble with robbers for a few months, now might I ask who you think you are? You're stepping in on government business." I picked my hat up off the floor and found my gun, it had gotten tossed into some pony's lap. "Apple family sent me down here ta help out. Something bout varmints...an I think I found em." The marshal looked around, then back to me. "That ya did, that you did...now go find a seat and let us handle this." I walked over to him, grabbing him by the ear and yanking it. "Left one tied up in the second booth in the luxury car, might wanna go get em." I gave the marshal's ear a final tug before letting go and going back to my booth. I settled in and waited for the train to start up again, laughing as the marshal's boys found the tied up mare in the adjacent booth. I busied myself cleaning my gun until the train finally started moving again. I watched out the window as the terrain started to grow dusty and barren, a far plain in the background reminding me of home. I closed the window and drew the curtains, angered by my memories of home. "Fuckin' Oklahoma...." I settled back in my seat, now annoyed with the scenery. The train carried on for about an hour until we rolled to a stop. A soft voice started coming from the hall. "Last stop, Appleloosa!" I pulled my bag down and stuffed my gun into it and started heading out. I bumped the booth stallion back inside with my hip and left the car. I stepped to the departure point and stepped down from the train, a small cloud of dust kicked up as I landed. I plodded around the open area in front of the train station and took in the scenery. It was nice, nothing green besides a few trees in sight. A pale orangeish brown stretch out for mile. Yep, I was home, a new dusty home on the flats. I took in the local ascetic, fitting right in as I walked around. Everything was perfect, the sound of metal being hammered filled the background, bustling pony folk were going about their days, and here I was, sauntering through the middle of town. It was everything I wanted it to be. "Howdy." A light green stallion tipped his hat to me. "Ya lookin for someone?" he sounded Canadian, it irked me slightly, but not enough to ruin my joy at my new western style paradise. I turned to him, walking over to the landing he was occupying and flicking the tip of my hat. "Heck partner, it'd be great if ya pointed me to uh...wass his name...Brae sumthin?" "Braeburn? He's in the sheriffs office...seeing Silver Star off." I rubbed the back of my neck, my rough gloves digging in slightly. "Seeing off?" The stallion just shook his head. "Better you ask him bout that...if'in you're who I think you are." I nodded weakly and tipped my hat downward. "Thanks partner." I pressed on towards the marked building, a broken window catching my attention as I walked inside. A neat hole was surrounded by hundreds of cracks, the trademark sign of a bullet. I walked to a wall and leaned against it while two stallions talked, the paler looking one's leg was wrapped up in blood stained bandages. "Heck I know Braeburn, I never thought it'd happen like this neither." "Heck Silver, ya did what ya could. I can't ask ya for much more." The brown stallion with the bound leg sunk his head down. "Hopefully this'll get cleared up soon, can come back and settle back in. But I ain't that young Braeburn...I can't be runnin round like you young folk." The pony now identified as Braeburn finally noticed me. "Sorry miss, ya can't be in here." I ran my fingers through my hair and adjusted my hat. "Sorry partner, but I ain't leavin, got sent all the way here to help yall out and yer not scarin' me off that easy." The brown pony looked at me with a knowing stare, a hard stare. "Heck...don't think she'll leave fer nothin'...gonna be fine Braeburn, yall gonna be fine." the brown stallion tipped his hat to me and walked out with his bags bouncing heavily as he left. Braeburn watched him leave before turning to me. "You the-" "Yep." I preempted him and pushed my hat up. "Sent by some Apple folk." He looked me over. "Not exactly what I was expecting...but ya look the part. Welcome to Appleloosa." his voice was slightly down, his welcome equally disheartened. "Any questions?" "Three, where'm I stayin', when do I get up, an what happened to him?" Braeburn looked at the bullet hole in the window. "In that order. Here, dawn, and that." he thrust his hoof to the window. "Filthy human ass named Tanner been harassing the trains, started a little group and got brave. Sorry to say we never had this problem before you humans showed up." he seemed slightly bitter about it. "Well now I'm here ta sort it out. Now really, where'm I stayin?" Braeburn tapped his hoof on the dusty wood floor. "Right here, beds upstairs, get your food from the saloon, showers are in the commons so I hope you ain't squeamish." This place was raw, primal, I liked it. "Last question, ain't no deputy?" Braeburn started walking out. "Tanner was the Deputy. Now I got work to do, get settled in and be ready tomorrow, we got the town all worked up for the night so take it easy. Oh...and welcome to Appleloosa." he walked out and let the door creak shut. This was both amazing and horrific at the same time. It's like I had been thrown into an old fashion western, but the danger was real, the bullet hole in the window didn't fill me with excitement, so much as turning my stomach over. I was alone in a small sheriffs office, smell of dust in the air, steel bars making a cage in the back, this was heavy. I pulled the drawers of the sheriffs desk open, checking the place out before setting backpack down on the desk. I traced my hand up and down the metal bars of the cell. This place threw my perception of my job upside down. This wasn't just some week long gig, this was gonna be a long dug in process. I smiled to myself as I let my hand fall from the bars. This was exactly what I wanted, the danger, the feel, the dust, everything. I was gonna be the hero of my own little cowgirl odyssey. I grabbed my backpack and headed upstairs. A large dresser and a bed were the only things left by the old sheriff. I set my backpack in one of the drawers, pledging to sort it out eventually. I kicked my boots off and fell back in the creaky bed. I watched as the dust caked window glowed a bright red as the sun went down. Soon enough I'd be back on my feet and doing god knows what out in the desert. And I couldn't be more excited. SandI woke up with a rough cough. My mouth felt horribly dry as I got off my bed. It felt like there was gravel in my mouth as I got to my feet. I hurried down stairs and into the office. I realized quickly that like Braeburn had said, no running water, no kitchen, nothing. I needed to get some water first off. I stepped out of my new house and wandered around the main street as a loud bustle and rushing water caught my attention. I walked through an alley and into a large common area. Everything from anvils to showers littered the grounds. This place was amazing, a true common area. I wandered over and set my bag down, rummaging through and finding an old bottle of whiskey. I found a stall in between two stallions, shutting them up and making the commons grow quiet. I undressed and set my things outside the shower while I started the water. It was already nice and hot, getting rid of the horrible texture in my mouth and giving me a source of water to fill my bottle. I drank my fill of the hot water and started wiping down my body. "Well, look at you." one of the stallions leaned over the divider. "All settled in just like that. Showering like a big girl and everything. Damn...giving me a stiffy with that ass a yers." "Charmin'." I adjusted the water and continued to clean myself as he watched. "Keep staring like that and I'll break ya like a mustang." I rubbed down my tender area's as the stallion continued to stare. Growing fed up with his gawking I grabbed the back of his neck and forced his against the divider. I reached under the divider and felt around till I graced his member. "What the fuc--" I squeezed his package, making him wince loudly as I sized him up. "The fuck you doin'!?" I ran my hand down his length, taking the same hand and forcing it in his mouth. "God done and given you the saddest handicap. Now stare all you want, I don't feel bad given a tiny stud a free show." The other stallion started laughing loudly as the first nursed his bruised ego. He charged out of his stall and over to mine. "You wanna start shit lady!? Bend the fuck over!" I ignored him. "Naw, sorry but I don't deal with pricks smaller than mine." I kicked backwards, shoving him out of the stall. I heard some loud obscenities as a heavy weight pressed against my back. I leaned back, slamming my weight against the stallion, directing my elbow into his groin as I fell. "Sonnofabitch!" I rolled unto all fours and jumped upright as the stallion wailed over his busted pride. "Whoa damn!" the other stallion leaned over the divider and started laughing. "Damn idiot, messin' with the new sheriff. I mean, the hell you think would happen?" he looked to me, staring at my breasts before looking me in the eyes. "Ma'am...ladies." he nodded to me and my breasts. We both watched as the first stallion crawled his way out of my stall and off into the middle of the commons. I reached over to his stall and turned off the water. "Damn miss...if ya don't mind me sayin' ya do have quiet the flank." I whirled around, and copied my movements on the second stallion. I grabbed his underside and found him a bit more gifted than his measly friend. "Hmm...better than what I've seen so far. Jump stalls." He let out a long snort as he turned off his water and hopped into my stall. "Well...even better up close." I leaned back. "Like what ya see? Well then, mount up." I turned to the front of the stall and bent over. "Get me there and I might not leave ya broken." I felt a decent weight pivot on my rear. "Ain't a mare that'll last with me." I helped guide him towards me as his legs hooked around my hips. "Ya say that stud...ya say that." I felt a small warmth as his flat head did it's best to poke inside me. It gave me a soft tingle as his meat slid inside of me, the usual hunger only partially satisfied from his size. The stallion was already acting winded, even before he got all the way in. "Hold it...hold it-- fuck- damn, fuck!" he squeezed my hips with his forelegs as he pressed inside me, filling me and letting my muscles manhandle him. "How the- f-f-fuck you doin' that?" his breath was shaky as he tried to pull back, shuddering and convulsing as he quickly lost his fight for composure. The prideful stallion squeezed my hips hard and gave a quick succession of lackluster humps before twitching inside of me. The soft tingle was once again, disappointing. It's always either horribly disappointing, or completely amazing, and I'll be damned when it happens on the first stud of the day. The stallions thrusts grew weak as he started to fall against my back. I shifted forward, letting him slid out of me and pushed him back and onto his hooves. He quickly lost his footing as his back legs buckled. "Damn- damn damn damn...damn." he sat back and leaned his head against the stall door. I cleaned my body of his sticky seed and turned the water off. "I aint...been fucked like that...in months." I got dressed in a new outfit and found my hat. "Yep, enjoy it...and get some fuckin' stamina before ya come back around. Last a little longer than a minute and I'll bother learnin' your name." I slung my back over my shoulder and grabbed my bottle. I shook my legs out and tried to get rid of the hollow feeling that had been growing since I woke up. Freshly showered and watered I headed for Braeburn's. Food could wait until I found out what Braeburn wanted me to do. I found the building he talked about and stepped inside. Breaburn was already getting ready for the day and walked over to me. "What's your name again?" "Carolin." I didn't take offense, guy seemed stressed as hell so I couldn't hold it against him. "Carolin...come on, we'll talk n' eat." I followed him as he walked out and towards the widest building in town. "Now your speakin' my language." He pushed the doors open to the crowded building and pointed out a seat. "I'll get something...just settle in and hold tight." I flopped back into a chair and waited. A familiar orange stallion waddled over. "Ma'am...can I uh...talk to ya?" I pointed at the seat opposite to me. He took a seat and shifted about uncomfortably. "I uh...gonna...ask...you uh...seein someone?" I shook my head hard. "Sorry loverboy, ain't about to get tied down, especially to a weak stud like you. No offense, but I need a little more." He dropped his head and stared at the table. "Ma'am...I ain't askin much...I just feel...can I have like a hug or somethin'? I feel...bad." "Empty. And no, now get." I tipped his chair over with my boot and hooked another chair and dragged it over for Braeburn. "What's for breakfast?" Braeburn set down a pair of bowls, both full of hearty looking beans. "Same as always...." he looked at the stallion crumbled on the floor. "Who's that?" I filled my mouth with beans and shrugged. "Some colt that couldn't handle his own piece." I eat happily as the stallion curled up on the floor. "Dang...I think I broke em." Braeburn ignored the stallion as a group helped him up and out of the building. "So first things first...I ordered a badge and everything, so until then you're technically a vigilante. But ya don't need to worry bout that, just walk the town, gun out. We need ta show the folk we got law out here, even if it's a hard law." A group of two stallions and a lanky man burst into the room. "There she is! The fuckin' bitch!" I just shook my head weakly and stared into my bowl. "Beans are good...." the group was on me in seconds, breathing down my neck as they encircled me. "Braeburn...ya gonna eat that?" Braeburn looked at the group behind me and slowly slid his bowl over to me. I took it by the side and swung it into the first stallions head, sending him backwards and onto the floor. I kicked my leg out and stood up, sending my chair into the human's leg and kicking the second stallion in the chest. I shoulder checked the man, tripping him over the chair and to the floor. I grabbed my gun out of my bag and held the small stallion at gunpoint as he staggered to his hooves. "What the hell lady!?" "Tough guy act won't make yer dick bigger, just tells everyone just how small you really are." I poked him with the barrel of my gun. "Ey' Brae, how long you think he's worth holdin' up?" Braeburn walked over to the stallion. His friends scattered out of the building, leaving him high and dry. "Assault on a lawmare, disturbing the peace, inciting unrest, and challenging government authority. I'd send him ta Canterlot, but it's up to you." I smiled evilly behind my gun. I lowered my gun to his groin. "Hey...Braeburn, go find me a dress or something." Braeburn started laughing heartily as he walked out. He returned a few minutes later with a frilly dress. "Had to borrow it from Pear Seed, but this is gonna be good." he tossed it over to me, letting me toss it to the stallion. "Well partner, you're already half a lady, now play the part." I threatened him with my gun as he scrambled to pull the dress on. The frilly lace backside completely exposing him. "Looky looky, such a lovely lady. Go wal- prance, the main road." "You're a damn loon!" the stallion backed out as I forced him out of the saloon. I marched him up and down the main road, letting the locals heckle him the whole way. "Woooo, looks like some fresh meat in town!" "Look girls, he looks good in a dress don'tcha think?" "Damn Brass, you wanna get a drink later?!" I force him along one last lap and sent a shot into the air. He scrambled away and ran off. "Run Forrest, run! Run an' tell your friends! Laws back in town with a vengeance and a steel boot!" Braeburn joined me in the middle of the road. "Well...that's a heck of a thing. I tell ya to get acquainted, and ya sort out old Brass." I spit into the dust. "Fucker had a small dick anyways, ain't a damn thing worth cryin' bout." I put the safety on and slung my rifle over my shoulder. "Anything else ya want me ta do?" Braeburn started laughing hard. "Just watch the road...he comes back, make sure he's ready ta fly straight. He steps out of line again, deal with em." I looked on at the dusty plains. "Yep yep...gonna be a good day today." I wandered over to a shop porch and joined a few ponies under the shade. The day went by slowly as the town showed its calmer side. The rest of the day went by without a hitch, I even managed to get a quick well done portrait and a stallion for the night. I rode the stallion for a few minutes, managing to stoke the fire a little more before he gave out, and once he was gone, I just kicked him back into the street and went to bed.
Breaking them inThe room smelled of hay and sex. "Come on- big boy- stop squirm'in!" I slammed my hips down, the studs length pulsing inside of me, sending out a small pulse of pleasure as he slid inside of me. He looked like he was in pain, grunting and snorting as I rode him hard into the pile of hay. He started bucking hard, squirming around my insides as he threw his head back. It started to make my breath a bit ragged, his thick rod filling the void and sending a squirming pleasure through my stomach. "Don't you cop out on me ya-!" I held my hat to my head as I rode his length down, slamming hard into his pelvis. "Can't- gonna-" The red beast proved a bit weaker than I was used to, spilling is load before doing a damn thing for me. "Son- of- a-" I slammed down and ground his length as he pulsed inside me, a warm feeling flooding my lower body as he lost his composure. I let out a soft sigh as I gave a final buck of my hips, feeling him going soft inside me as I did. I stood up, letting his limp stick slide out of me with only the smallest feeling of slimy pleasure running through my legs. "Dissapoint'in partner, yer a damn workhorse, suppos'ta have some stamina." I cleaned up with the stallions tail and pulled my pants up, slamming my belt together and stomping my boots to sort out my clothes. The red stud was already limp, laying sideways across his stomach. "Eeeyup...." he mumbled as his head fixated on the floor. I ran my fingers along the brim of my hat and walked out, the warm sun and the smell of apples greeted me. I spotted the main house and started up towards it. An orange mare quickly trotted out to meet me. "Howdy partner, you Caroline?" I put my foot on the first step and leaned into it. "Carolin, yep that's me." I flicked my hat upright, "You the folks callin for a Vaquero?" She gave me an odd look. I let out a rough cough, "You the folks with the problem right?" She walked down and did a single lap around me. "Before I forget, I'm Applejack. Ya look familiar." I realized what she meant immediately. "Cause we both got freckles." I scratched my head. "So yeah...that's- ...actually dang, yer right we look alike." I looked the mare over. "Cept my hat's black." I said with a quick laugh. "So you're the folks with the coyote problem right?" "Not coyotes, but I think yer the right person. Come on in." she walked back inside and held the door open for me. "Hey you didn't see a red stallion out there did ya?" I walked up, stepping inside and looking around. "Yep, he's in the barn." "What they hay is Big Mac doin in the bar?" I turned away from her and scoffed. "Big Mac...pfff." "Pardon?" "Nothing, so ya'll got a problem?" She nodded, leading me towards a large sofa. She took a seat, letting me take the one across from her. "Got some trouble in Appleloosa, Braeburn asked me ta find someone ta help. You think you can handle some varmints?" I set my bag down and pulled my rifle out. An old slug loaded shotgun with a beautiful wooden grip sat fat and happy in my gloves. "I think I can handle it." She stared nervously at the gun. "That ain't loaded is it?" I looked at the gun and quickly put it back away. "Heck naw. That'd be dumb as shit." She gave me one last odd look before walking over. "So...I guess you're the person fer the job. We can't pay much but-" I waved her off and crossed my legs. "I need a place to stay and some food, the rest is free." She looked stunned, her hat nearly flying off the back of her head as she shot upright. "Well heck, really?" I nodded, tipping my hat over my eyes. "I've been cooped up in Oklahoma too long, change a pace'd be nice. And I got other reasons...." "Well that's-" she was cut off by the door swinging open. We both turned to see the red pony from before limping across the hall with his tail between his legs. "Big Mac, what's wrong?" I stared at him from under my hat. He immediately caught on and looked away. "Nothin'." "But your leg...somethin the matter sugar cube?" I stared at him as he joined us in the living room. "I uh...tripped." I nodded and drew my hat down. "Gotta be careful out there." I noted loudly. He looked away and started limping away. "Yep." he sounded broken, good. Can't even hold out for five minutes. My host watched as he trailed off, his tail was already starting to matte up from the mess he made. "Well...come sit with us. You met Carolin yet?" He shot upright. He let out a rough cough as he started limping towards the exit. "Nope." "Well then-" "Nope." he backed out of the room and left us alone. "Huh...well...I guess...you uh, wanna get goin'?" I stood up and tapped my toe on the ground. "No time like the present." Applejack stood up and started off towards the front door. She lead me off their property and into town. Things were quiet as she lead me into the train out of town. "So, get to Appleloosa, find a stallion named Braeburn, tell him I sent ya." "Yep, sounds good." I stepped onto the train, quickly holding onto the door as we pulled away. "Ya know, always wanted to do this!" I hung half out of the train as I waved my hat at her. "So long partner!" I quickly got pulled in by an angry looking mare in a hat. "Ticket?" I pulled the stub from my hat and handed it to her. She looked at it for a while before handing it back. "Apple weirdos." I ignored her and started walking to the train boxes. Most were empty, but one at the far corner had a young stallion in it. I ducked into the doorway and looked at him. "Howdy." He jerked his head up, throwing a book at the ceiling. "Whoa hey! Uh...howdy." he looked nervous, cute little thing. I walked in and sat next to him. "Um...my room...I-" I cut him off as I ran my hand along his barrel. "I- um...I-" "Shh...don't yell, don't shout...just let me take care of ya." I started kissing his neck as I rubbed his stomach. "I don't think I- ...I was reading...and I-" his voice caught as I grabbed him, his manhood quickly starting to poke out of it's hidy hole. "Well...look at you..." I took his meat in my hands, squeezing it hard as I wrapped my right arm around his body. I leaned my head into the cross of his neck and kissed his jaw as I pumped his length, letting my hands go to work on him. I licked along his jaw, leading up and chewing on the tip of his ear. "So what's your name." I cooed softly into his ear. "I'm-m-m...." he stuttered as I ran my thumb around his tip. "Dusty, my name's Dusty." "Mmmm, Dusty...you like it when I do this?" I asked coyly as I nipped at his ear, my hand still keeping him tense. "Does it feel good?" "I don't-" I held him at the base, stopping my movements and feeling him twitch in my grip. "Yes- yes- yes." "You want more, you wanna be a stud?" He started snorting as I teased his tip. "I don't- I don't know what that-" "Mount up colt, you're about to find out." I stopped my pumping and held him upright as I drew my pants down and hoovered my sex above his. "Relax colt...I'll take care of ya...." I quickly pressed his tip against my mound and leaned back, letting the warm sensation resonate through my stomach as I sat back on him. He let out a long whimper as I took him in. "I can't- too hot- too tight!" I cradled his head with my arms and stared into his eyes. "Flattery- mmmm-" I grinded his groin, letting his member tug at my flesh. "- will get you everywhere." He started grunting as I worked his pole. "Can I- fuuuu-uck! Can I kiss you?" I let my fingers lace into his mane. "Sorry stud- oh! -we're keepin this simple." as cute as it was for him to ask, he was just meat. No need to get him attached. "Ma'am...ma'am...I can...it's coming...." "Not yet!" I hurried my thrusting, the fire growing in my lower half as I rode him. "Come on...just a little more, come on you little shit!" I slammed back hard, feeling him pulse hard inside me. I slammed down hard and wiggled around hard as he came. The warm load finally did it, sending my nerves haywire as that familiar warm sensation took over my lower half, making my legs twitch like mad as I rode him through. I could hear myself let out a shrill scream as my body lost it's fight for composure, twitching from the amazing pleasure running from my groin, the spazmatic pleasure lasting what seemed like forever before dimming down and letting my gather myself. "Three...studs...good job, kid...good job." I let him slip out of me as I stumbled forward, his warm liquid leaking out and tracing down as I stood. I let out a sharp whistle. "Colt...clean up." The colt looked groggily over to me. I had put my hands on the seat across from him and was presenting. "Wha?" "I took care of you, take care of me, clean up." "What do I do?" I let out an annoyed grunt. "Tongue, pussy, now." I watched as he realized what I meant. "I can see it...coming out...do I have to?" "It's yours, now get to it!" I watched as he leaned in, jumping a little as I felt his breath on my burning sex. What followed was a tentative lick. "Oh- dear Celestia that's...." "Shut it stud, now clean up!" he slowly leaned back in, making a few strange noises as his tongue ran across my sex. It felt nice, his slick tongue quickly dragging across my sex and lapping at me. "I think- I think I'm done." he leaned away and let his tongue loll out of his mouth. I ran my hand over my sex, the warmth dying down and the stickiness mostly gone. I pulled my pants up and moved to the stallion. I sniffed his breath, he's gonna taste himself for a while after this. "Yep...good work stud." I squeezed his shoulder as I walked out of the room. Leaving the colt tired and confused as he stared at me. I ignored him and found an empty box. I settled in and took a quick nap. It felt nice to finally get rid of that tension that built up over the last few days. Whatever town I was heading to, they better grow em strong or that town's gonna be full of broken men.
DustI was flung off my bedding as the train lurched to a sudden stop. "Sonofa." I cradled my head as I searched for my hat. With my hat back on my head I leaned my head against the door of the booth. I could hear the stud from earlier shouting with someone else. "I don't have anything I swear!" A rough female voice rang out, overpowering his. "Don' ya lie ta me ya no good-" I pushed off the door and pulled my rifle out of my bag. I racked it, sending a single shell to the floor. "Aw shit...it was loaded." I racked it a few more times to make sure it was empty. With the gun now just an improvised club, I hurried out of the booth and towards the stud. I slid the door open and was immediately met with a surly looking mare brandishing a handkerchief tied around her neck. I didn't wait for her to turn around, swinging my rifle's butt into the back of her head and sending her to the floor. The stallion jumped back as she collapsed. "Oh dear Celestia you killed her!" I turned to him and gave him a quick slap. "Calm yer uppity ass down! She ain't dead, she's just...in pain." I looked down at the pained mare, I yanked her handkerchief off her neck and tied it around her mouth like a gag. "Hey...you got...like a rope or somethin'?" "Why would- uh...maybe." he slowly reached up into his bag, letting it drop to the floor and explode into bondage gear. "...Don't tell anyone, okay?" I looked at the leather straps and special toys. "Wow...charmin'. Don't suppose yer the one who wears it?" He gave a nervous look. "My brother said...it...you know...I mean...it...." he ducked down and hid in the corner of the booth as I tied up the mare. I finished, admiring the mare's new look. "Heh.... I'm gonna go check out the rest a the train, don't...don't do nothing creepy to her okay?" the stallion nodded feverishly. "Good." I charged out of the booth with my rifle. I hurried into the main seating car, a few people, both ponies and humans were harassing the passengers. I charged over planting the heel of my boot into a man's foot, quickly shoving all my weight into him and causing him to smack his head on a railing. I quickly pushed off his ribs, kicking a stallion in the gut and sending him into a women's lap. I flung myself towards the last man, tackling him and sending a loud bang ringing through my ears. I scrambled around, realizing I wasn't the only one with a gun. I grabbed his wrist and held the barrel of his gun to his own head. "Do it partner, I fuckin dare ya, shoot!" He struggled, thrashing about and slamming my back into the seats. I reared my leg up, dropping my knee straight into his groin. He let out a guttural cry as he let of the the pistol, sending it skidding down the isle. I continued to slam my knee into his groin, reducing him to a crying heap until being pulled off of him. "It's enough darlin'!" a smoke worn voice rang out from behind me. I felt myself get pulled back as the passengers subdued the downed aggressors. "It's done and done!" I pulled free of my unseen captors and spun around. Two men hand pulled me off the bandit, a pale beige stallion with a mustache and a bronze star on his vest was staring at me. "Ya did good, but we can-" "Shut yer mouth ya damn fuck! Who the fuck you think ya are!?" I snapped, my accent crumbling to near incoherent levels as I struggled free. The stallion glared at me. "Marshal Buckshot. Been having trouble with robbers for a few months, now might I ask who you think you are? You're stepping in on government business." I picked my hat up off the floor and found my gun, it had gotten tossed into some pony's lap. "Apple family sent me down here ta help out. Something bout varmints...an I think I found em." The marshal looked around, then back to me. "That ya did, that you did...now go find a seat and let us handle this." I walked over to him, grabbing him by the ear and yanking it. "Left one tied up in the second booth in the luxury car, might wanna go get em." I gave the marshal's ear a final tug before letting go and going back to my booth. I settled in and waited for the train to start up again, laughing as the marshal's boys found the tied up mare in the adjacent booth. I busied myself cleaning my gun until the train finally started moving again. I watched out the window as the terrain started to grow dusty and barren, a far plain in the background reminding me of home. I closed the window and drew the curtains, angered by my memories of home. "Fuckin' Oklahoma...." I settled back in my seat, now annoyed with the scenery. The train carried on for about an hour until we rolled to a stop. A soft voice started coming from the hall. "Last stop, Appleloosa!" I pulled my bag down and stuffed my gun into it and started heading out. I bumped the booth stallion back inside with my hip and left the car. I stepped to the departure point and stepped down from the train, a small cloud of dust kicked up as I landed. I plodded around the open area in front of the train station and took in the scenery. It was nice, nothing green besides a few trees in sight. A pale orangeish brown stretch out for mile. Yep, I was home, a new dusty home on the flats. I took in the local ascetic, fitting right in as I walked around. Everything was perfect, the sound of metal being hammered filled the background, bustling pony folk were going about their days, and here I was, sauntering through the middle of town. It was everything I wanted it to be. "Howdy." A light green stallion tipped his hat to me. "Ya lookin for someone?" he sounded Canadian, it irked me slightly, but not enough to ruin my joy at my new western style paradise. I turned to him, walking over to the landing he was occupying and flicking the tip of my hat. "Heck partner, it'd be great if ya pointed me to uh...wass his name...Brae sumthin?" "Braeburn? He's in the sheriffs office...seeing Silver Star off." I rubbed the back of my neck, my rough gloves digging in slightly. "Seeing off?" The stallion just shook his head. "Better you ask him bout that...if'in you're who I think you are." I nodded weakly and tipped my hat downward. "Thanks partner." I pressed on towards the marked building, a broken window catching my attention as I walked inside. A neat hole was surrounded by hundreds of cracks, the trademark sign of a bullet. I walked to a wall and leaned against it while two stallions talked, the paler looking one's leg was wrapped up in blood stained bandages. "Heck I know Braeburn, I never thought it'd happen like this neither." "Heck Silver, ya did what ya could. I can't ask ya for much more." The brown stallion with the bound leg sunk his head down. "Hopefully this'll get cleared up soon, can come back and settle back in. But I ain't that young Braeburn...I can't be runnin round like you young folk." The pony now identified as Braeburn finally noticed me. "Sorry miss, ya can't be in here." I ran my fingers through my hair and adjusted my hat. "Sorry partner, but I ain't leavin, got sent all the way here to help yall out and yer not scarin' me off that easy." The brown pony looked at me with a knowing stare, a hard stare. "Heck...don't think she'll leave fer nothin'...gonna be fine Braeburn, yall gonna be fine." the brown stallion tipped his hat to me and walked out with his bags bouncing heavily as he left. Braeburn watched him leave before turning to me. "You the-" "Yep." I preempted him and pushed my hat up. "Sent by some Apple folk." He looked me over. "Not exactly what I was expecting...but ya look the part. Welcome to Appleloosa." his voice was slightly down, his welcome equally disheartened. "Any questions?" "Three, where'm I stayin', when do I get up, an what happened to him?" Braeburn looked at the bullet hole in the window. "In that order. Here, dawn, and that." he thrust his hoof to the window. "Filthy human ass named Tanner been harassing the trains, started a little group and got brave. Sorry to say we never had this problem before you humans showed up." he seemed slightly bitter about it. "Well now I'm here ta sort it out. Now really, where'm I stayin?" Braeburn tapped his hoof on the dusty wood floor. "Right here, beds upstairs, get your food from the saloon, showers are in the commons so I hope you ain't squeamish." This place was raw, primal, I liked it. "Last question, ain't no deputy?" Braeburn started walking out. "Tanner was the Deputy. Now I got work to do, get settled in and be ready tomorrow, we got the town all worked up for the night so take it easy. Oh...and welcome to Appleloosa." he walked out and let the door creak shut. This was both amazing and horrific at the same time. It's like I had been thrown into an old fashion western, but the danger was real, the bullet hole in the window didn't fill me with excitement, so much as turning my stomach over. I was alone in a small sheriffs office, smell of dust in the air, steel bars making a cage in the back, this was heavy. I pulled the drawers of the sheriffs desk open, checking the place out before setting backpack down on the desk. I traced my hand up and down the metal bars of the cell. This place threw my perception of my job upside down. This wasn't just some week long gig, this was gonna be a long dug in process. I smiled to myself as I let my hand fall from the bars. This was exactly what I wanted, the danger, the feel, the dust, everything. I was gonna be the hero of my own little cowgirl odyssey. I grabbed my backpack and headed upstairs. A large dresser and a bed were the only things left by the old sheriff. I set my backpack in one of the drawers, pledging to sort it out eventually. I kicked my boots off and fell back in the creaky bed. I watched as the dust caked window glowed a bright red as the sun went down. Soon enough I'd be back on my feet and doing god knows what out in the desert. And I couldn't be more excited.
SandI woke up with a rough cough. My mouth felt horribly dry as I got off my bed. It felt like there was gravel in my mouth as I got to my feet. I hurried down stairs and into the office. I realized quickly that like Braeburn had said, no running water, no kitchen, nothing. I needed to get some water first off. I stepped out of my new house and wandered around the main street as a loud bustle and rushing water caught my attention. I walked through an alley and into a large common area. Everything from anvils to showers littered the grounds. This place was amazing, a true common area. I wandered over and set my bag down, rummaging through and finding an old bottle of whiskey. I found a stall in between two stallions, shutting them up and making the commons grow quiet. I undressed and set my things outside the shower while I started the water. It was already nice and hot, getting rid of the horrible texture in my mouth and giving me a source of water to fill my bottle. I drank my fill of the hot water and started wiping down my body. "Well, look at you." one of the stallions leaned over the divider. "All settled in just like that. Showering like a big girl and everything. Damn...giving me a stiffy with that ass a yers." "Charmin'." I adjusted the water and continued to clean myself as he watched. "Keep staring like that and I'll break ya like a mustang." I rubbed down my tender area's as the stallion continued to stare. Growing fed up with his gawking I grabbed the back of his neck and forced his against the divider. I reached under the divider and felt around till I graced his member. "What the fuc--" I squeezed his package, making him wince loudly as I sized him up. "The fuck you doin'!?" I ran my hand down his length, taking the same hand and forcing it in his mouth. "God done and given you the saddest handicap. Now stare all you want, I don't feel bad given a tiny stud a free show." The other stallion started laughing loudly as the first nursed his bruised ego. He charged out of his stall and over to mine. "You wanna start shit lady!? Bend the fuck over!" I ignored him. "Naw, sorry but I don't deal with pricks smaller than mine." I kicked backwards, shoving him out of the stall. I heard some loud obscenities as a heavy weight pressed against my back. I leaned back, slamming my weight against the stallion, directing my elbow into his groin as I fell. "Sonnofabitch!" I rolled unto all fours and jumped upright as the stallion wailed over his busted pride. "Whoa damn!" the other stallion leaned over the divider and started laughing. "Damn idiot, messin' with the new sheriff. I mean, the hell you think would happen?" he looked to me, staring at my breasts before looking me in the eyes. "Ma'am...ladies." he nodded to me and my breasts. We both watched as the first stallion crawled his way out of my stall and off into the middle of the commons. I reached over to his stall and turned off the water. "Damn miss...if ya don't mind me sayin' ya do have quiet the flank." I whirled around, and copied my movements on the second stallion. I grabbed his underside and found him a bit more gifted than his measly friend. "Hmm...better than what I've seen so far. Jump stalls." He let out a long snort as he turned off his water and hopped into my stall. "Well...even better up close." I leaned back. "Like what ya see? Well then, mount up." I turned to the front of the stall and bent over. "Get me there and I might not leave ya broken." I felt a decent weight pivot on my rear. "Ain't a mare that'll last with me." I helped guide him towards me as his legs hooked around my hips. "Ya say that stud...ya say that." I felt a small warmth as his flat head did it's best to poke inside me. It gave me a soft tingle as his meat slid inside of me, the usual hunger only partially satisfied from his size. The stallion was already acting winded, even before he got all the way in. "Hold it...hold it-- fuck- damn, fuck!" he squeezed my hips with his forelegs as he pressed inside me, filling me and letting my muscles manhandle him. "How the- f-f-fuck you doin' that?" his breath was shaky as he tried to pull back, shuddering and convulsing as he quickly lost his fight for composure. The prideful stallion squeezed my hips hard and gave a quick succession of lackluster humps before twitching inside of me. The soft tingle was once again, disappointing. It's always either horribly disappointing, or completely amazing, and I'll be damned when it happens on the first stud of the day. The stallions thrusts grew weak as he started to fall against my back. I shifted forward, letting him slid out of me and pushed him back and onto his hooves. He quickly lost his footing as his back legs buckled. "Damn- damn damn damn...damn." he sat back and leaned his head against the stall door. I cleaned my body of his sticky seed and turned the water off. "I aint...been fucked like that...in months." I got dressed in a new outfit and found my hat. "Yep, enjoy it...and get some fuckin' stamina before ya come back around. Last a little longer than a minute and I'll bother learnin' your name." I slung my back over my shoulder and grabbed my bottle. I shook my legs out and tried to get rid of the hollow feeling that had been growing since I woke up. Freshly showered and watered I headed for Braeburn's. Food could wait until I found out what Braeburn wanted me to do. I found the building he talked about and stepped inside. Breaburn was already getting ready for the day and walked over to me. "What's your name again?" "Carolin." I didn't take offense, guy seemed stressed as hell so I couldn't hold it against him. "Carolin...come on, we'll talk n' eat." I followed him as he walked out and towards the widest building in town. "Now your speakin' my language." He pushed the doors open to the crowded building and pointed out a seat. "I'll get something...just settle in and hold tight." I flopped back into a chair and waited. A familiar orange stallion waddled over. "Ma'am...can I uh...talk to ya?" I pointed at the seat opposite to me. He took a seat and shifted about uncomfortably. "I uh...gonna...ask...you uh...seein someone?" I shook my head hard. "Sorry loverboy, ain't about to get tied down, especially to a weak stud like you. No offense, but I need a little more." He dropped his head and stared at the table. "Ma'am...I ain't askin much...I just feel...can I have like a hug or somethin'? I feel...bad." "Empty. And no, now get." I tipped his chair over with my boot and hooked another chair and dragged it over for Braeburn. "What's for breakfast?" Braeburn set down a pair of bowls, both full of hearty looking beans. "Same as always...." he looked at the stallion crumbled on the floor. "Who's that?" I filled my mouth with beans and shrugged. "Some colt that couldn't handle his own piece." I eat happily as the stallion curled up on the floor. "Dang...I think I broke em." Braeburn ignored the stallion as a group helped him up and out of the building. "So first things first...I ordered a badge and everything, so until then you're technically a vigilante. But ya don't need to worry bout that, just walk the town, gun out. We need ta show the folk we got law out here, even if it's a hard law." A group of two stallions and a lanky man burst into the room. "There she is! The fuckin' bitch!" I just shook my head weakly and stared into my bowl. "Beans are good...." the group was on me in seconds, breathing down my neck as they encircled me. "Braeburn...ya gonna eat that?" Braeburn looked at the group behind me and slowly slid his bowl over to me. I took it by the side and swung it into the first stallions head, sending him backwards and onto the floor. I kicked my leg out and stood up, sending my chair into the human's leg and kicking the second stallion in the chest. I shoulder checked the man, tripping him over the chair and to the floor. I grabbed my gun out of my bag and held the small stallion at gunpoint as he staggered to his hooves. "What the hell lady!?" "Tough guy act won't make yer dick bigger, just tells everyone just how small you really are." I poked him with the barrel of my gun. "Ey' Brae, how long you think he's worth holdin' up?" Braeburn walked over to the stallion. His friends scattered out of the building, leaving him high and dry. "Assault on a lawmare, disturbing the peace, inciting unrest, and challenging government authority. I'd send him ta Canterlot, but it's up to you." I smiled evilly behind my gun. I lowered my gun to his groin. "Hey...Braeburn, go find me a dress or something." Braeburn started laughing heartily as he walked out. He returned a few minutes later with a frilly dress. "Had to borrow it from Pear Seed, but this is gonna be good." he tossed it over to me, letting me toss it to the stallion. "Well partner, you're already half a lady, now play the part." I threatened him with my gun as he scrambled to pull the dress on. The frilly lace backside completely exposing him. "Looky looky, such a lovely lady. Go wal- prance, the main road." "You're a damn loon!" the stallion backed out as I forced him out of the saloon. I marched him up and down the main road, letting the locals heckle him the whole way. "Woooo, looks like some fresh meat in town!" "Look girls, he looks good in a dress don'tcha think?" "Damn Brass, you wanna get a drink later?!" I force him along one last lap and sent a shot into the air. He scrambled away and ran off. "Run Forrest, run! Run an' tell your friends! Laws back in town with a vengeance and a steel boot!" Braeburn joined me in the middle of the road. "Well...that's a heck of a thing. I tell ya to get acquainted, and ya sort out old Brass." I spit into the dust. "Fucker had a small dick anyways, ain't a damn thing worth cryin' bout." I put the safety on and slung my rifle over my shoulder. "Anything else ya want me ta do?" Braeburn started laughing hard. "Just watch the road...he comes back, make sure he's ready ta fly straight. He steps out of line again, deal with em." I looked on at the dusty plains. "Yep yep...gonna be a good day today." I wandered over to a shop porch and joined a few ponies under the shade. The day went by slowly as the town showed its calmer side. The rest of the day went by without a hitch, I even managed to get a quick well done portrait and a stallion for the night. I rode the stallion for a few minutes, managing to stoke the fire a little more before he gave out, and once he was gone, I just kicked him back into the street and went to bed.
