Bullets and Babes

Dry dust billowed around Applejack's boots on her approach. Her heart pounded, and she took in the pair of dragons, magnificent scaled creatures which shimmered in the afternoon sun. “Howdy.” She tipped her stetson at them. “The name's Applejack. Welcome to our humble lil' old town. Doesn't have an official name, but we call it Gunsmoke.”

She paused while their eyes took her in. Most of the mobs had dispersed, but some were still watching, albeit from a safe distance which included the shops and homes that decorated the area. Bolstered by her older sister's confidence, and wanting to support her, Apple Bloom inched her way up to her side. “And I'm Apple Bloom! Hello there!”

“I'm Spike, and this is Ember.” He rested a claw on her shoulder. “She's in a bad state-”

Ember shook her head. “I don't need to be coddled.” She bristled her chest with pride, then relaxed her wiry muscles. “It's true, though...I don't feel too well.” Again she traced her soft underbelly with a blush, struggling to admit she needed help.

He said, “She's carrying eggs-”

She hissed, “Spike! But yeah...” Ember looked away and her cheeks flushed deeper, her wings pulled close.

Apple Bloom said, “Well why didn't ya'll say so to begin with? We'll take care of 'em, right sister?”

“Sure. Follow me. We can discuss things when we're all settled in.” Applejack led the way, past the onlookers, and the local authorities respected her well enough that they trusted her judgment. She'd run out trouble dozens of times, after all. Flim and Flam were still trying to negotiate while they were hauled away to jail, still declaring their innocence and ignorance.

She knew just the place, however she looked to her little sister, who she still couldn't help but see as a child in many ways despite how much she'd matured. “You should head on home, sis. Big Mac could use the help, lookin' after Granny Smith.”

Apple Bloom planted hands on her hips. “Hey, you're not ditchin' me!” But a glare from AJ made her shrink and pout. After a moment she kicked up some dirt. “Aw, shucks! You never let me have any fun! No wonder Rainbow Dash ran away!”

“Sis, wait!” AJ reached for her, but she'd already scampered off in a huff. She pursed her lips with a sigh.

That was a low-blow...but maybe she's right. I probably was too hard on Dashie back in the day. But someone's gotta maintain order, or else troublemakers like Flim and Flam'll be the least of Gunsmoke's problems! It's a rough world out there on the frontier, and I don't wanna see Apple Bloom hardened by it, not if I can help her keep that childish innocence...

Nor did she want to admit the less unsavory sides of her work. They arrived at the town's most massive saloon...which also double as a brothel. All legal, of course, but she still blushed every time she set foot inside. The owner and matron, Cherry Jubilee, was another childhood friend of the family, and owed her a favor after she'd saved a few of her girls.

Can't exactly say I approve. Is it really an honest livin', selling your body? Then again, it's not always easy for a girl to find work around here, so I try not to be too judgmental. At least I know Cherry Jubilee'll take good care of her workers!

“Wait out here. I'll be right back.” Applejack stepped through the swinging doors.

A cacophony of noise and activity assaulted her. Not to mention the cigarette smoke and alcohol! Some of the saloon girls were dancing on tables, half a dozen on stage, kicking supple legs wrapped in stockings, hands lifting up skirts to expose fancy panties that clung to their womanly parts. Dresses were cut so low cleavage spilled out of them, corsets locking their supple figures in place. Around them men hooted, gambled, and played darts, some drinking themselves into a stupor.

Thankfully the atmosphere rarely ran out of control. Cherry Jubilee ran a tight ship, and wouldn't allow back anyone who caused trouble. A 'No Touching' sign was posted on a wall, next to portraits of some of the lovely ladies here.

Applejack pulled her stetson down to hide her eyes and made her way through the cramped area. Her muscular but smooth hips swayed with a natural swagger, comparable to many of the prostitutes here, and she couldn't help but wonder if it was a habit she'd picked up from the naturally sensuous Cherry Jubilee. “Hey there,” she called out.

“Well hello there stranger,” answered Cherry Jubilee with a wink and sensuous smirk. Her dark red mane was tied up and decorated with jewelry, a beauty mark upon her warm face, heavily made up eyes half-lidded with thick lashes. The scandalous dress she wore was a frilly, fancy piece of attire, yet her voluptuous pale breasts practically bounced free of their hold.

She leaned over the bar counter, letting her tits rest alluringly on its top, a variety of drinks and a menu behind her. Her manicured hand reached over and patted the empty stool before her. AJ tossed her hat onto a stand and settled her freckled butt in, trying not to stare at her figure. She normally thought herself pretty straight, yet often found her eyes drawn regardless.

“I...I've gotta favor to ask.” She accepted the glass of bubbly cider offered to her with a gulp. “You ever met a dragon?”

“Afraid not. You know I don't get out much.” Cherry swished her index finger through her own drink.

“But I know you hear rumors. Well anyhow, we got a couple of 'em in town. Male and female. The latter's packed up somethin' fierce with eggs, and is in all kinds of pain. What with all the girls that you've looked after here, includin' ones that got themselves knocked up, well...I hoped maybe you could help her?” She met her eyes with a sad smile.

Cherry chewed on her lower lip. “No promises I can take care of it, but I'll do whatever I can. Bring them around the back. Normally I'd leave this to my girls, but I'll take care of this one myself.” She withdrew a fan well-hidden between her bulbous tits, which wobbled in response, and unfolded the prop with a wave to summon a replacement. “Take over while I'm gone.”

“You betcha! Hey, Applejack!” One of the most popular saloon dancers, Pinkie Pie, wandered on over. She was rather shapely and bouncy too, a feather in her bouncy curls. “Sure you don't want to join us? It's much safer than being a bounty huntress!”

“N-no, I could never.” AJ swallowed, barely able to take the constant promise of sex all around her.

“Aw, that's a shame! But you've gotta do whatever make you happy!” Pinkie beamed wide. She hummed to herself, shook up a bottle she plucked from a shelf, an rapidly poured a series of drinks for the men at the stools, a few which she lit on fire with a match and giggled at the flames that danced up before her shiny wide eyes. “Now for the funnest part!”

She hopped up on the counter, hiked her skirts all the way up, and exposed her garter belt and matching black panties, which clung to her plush ass and thighs. Her heels clicked when she danced, teasing the drooling men before her.

AJ paused to watch a moment too, still curious if they were distantly related by blood like Pinkie thought after some old records were discovered. Gently her hand was taken by Cherry, and she followed her out the back, an eye still on Pinkie.

Though the halls they moved. Above she could hear muffled thumps and moans. Dozens of men went in-and-out in all senses to do their business. Sometimes she would see a prostitute pass by, in various states of undress, most naked save for stockings, garters, and other fetish wear that made her face color even further. Ever the professional, Cherry waved her fan at them.

“I could always have one of the girls 'relax' you,” offered Cherry in her sultriest voice. “You look a little heated.”

“Nah, I'm fine. Just lead the way.” She kept close to her, the air now dense with perfume and the musk of both sexes.

What's wrong with me? Granted, other than that stupid affair I had with that jerk who claimed to love me I haven't exactly gotten any action...but damn, I'm actin' like a schoolgirl who just hit puberty! All this stress must have me riled up.

Could use a bath, at least. Get all the grime and grit outta my unmentionables. Knowing old Cherry Jubilee, she'll have me fixed up in no time. As for Spike and Ember, well, hafta hope those two'll help me finally bring down those damned sky pirates!

*****

A pirate needed to be prepared at all times. At least, that's the philosophy Rainbow Dash followed, which had enabled her to rise all the way to second-in-command. She kept a weapon nearby at all times, even when she bathed, never allowed herself to drink too much, and practically slept with an eye open. She also took short naps between her exercises.

Currently she crossed blades with Lightning Dust, the captain's other hand so-to-speak. They'd cleaned up the mess they'd made in the treasury, only to make another mess when the denuded pair worked themselves into a sweaty frenzy with their duel.

Both were done up to look sexy for their next raid, piercings in their pointy nipples, similar embeddings in their clits. Hair whirled with each pass. Cutlasses smacked with audible rings, cast sparks about them. “Gotta keep in practice,” said Dash. She ducked and bent, barely evaded another swing that whirled closer. “Hey, you nearly took my nose off!”

“Think anyone out there'll care, bitch? You know some of those bounty hunters would shoot us dead on sight! We're wanted dead-or-alive!” Lightning hissed, both their bared, nubile forms now soaked in droplets of beady sweat.

“We're worth far more alive,” reminded Dash hopeful that would save them if it came down to it. But she almost hoped it would be quick if it came down to it, as she'd much rather die than ever be driven to betray her comrades.

“You're too soft!” Dust sneered and aimed a spiteful kick at the cunt which she deftly side-stepped.

Captain Calaeno reappeared at the door. “Cool it, you two. Get some shut eye while you can.”

“Fine.” Dust dropped her blade with a rattle. “See you in a few hours.” She plopped back down on a pile of coins.

Rainbow Dash frowned, the resentment of her fellow pirate-turned-rival clearer than ever. Somehow she didn't think their usual angry sex would be anywhere near enough to ease the tension. She decided to sleep in the crow's nest, and followed Calaeno down the corridors, which rocked and echoed with a thump each time the captain's false foot made contact with the floor.

Lanterns lit the way, the passages thick with gloomy shadows, and they ascended the stairs onto the deck. A few of her fellow raiders whistled, and she playfully shot them the finger, her trim hips and buttocks swaying with her long strides.

“Damn it. That lazy cunt," she muttered to herself when she saw Gilda was hogging the crow's nest again, the woman sprawled out in her underwear with a half-finished bottle of beer still in her lap. “That's why you'll always be third-rate!”

Gilda opened an eye and snarled down at her. “You're just pissed because I finally earned a pair of wing tattoos, too!” She stood and turned to show them off, the colorful ink worked into her muscular back. “Now buzz off, lame-o!”

She shook her head and searched about for a place to roost. The airship currently hovered by a mountain range in the middle of nowhere, sandstorms swirling below. She closed her eyes and breathed in the clearer air here, a little thin and cool, and bent over the rail to take in all the sights. “This is the life,” she told herself again, trying to put off another inevitable confrontation.

Scootaloo, an orphan she'd picked up off the streets and taken in many years ago, settled beside her. “When will I get to fly?” Her figure was also lean and trim, garbed in a loose top and shorts, cute but almost boyish in her slightly androgynous looks.

“You still need a few more years of experience under your belt, squirt.” She mussed up the girl's short hair.

Scootaloo planted hands on her hips. “Maybe on the next mission, if I do something super impressive?”

Dash sighed and planted her bottom on the rail. “Don't rush it,” she warned and bristled at the irony. Hadn't she rushed head-on into danger and adventure at a far younger age? She reminded herself Scootaloo was an adult now, but she still saw her as a child...another similarity to Applejack and her sister Apple Bloom she hated to admit. “I'm such a hypocrite.”

Scoots tilted her head. “What do you mean?”

“Oh, nothing.” She waved it away. “It's not like me to try and get too introspective, or whatever.” They were a well-oiled unit, with the most advanced piece of machinery in the world so far as they knew at their command. They'd hit countless towns and quickly sped away, but with the heat on they'd decided to keep to this region for the moment, lest anyone with real firepower decided to mount an all-out offensive on them. Even with this war machine they wouldn't win an extended siege.

Fuel wasn't exactly cheap nor easy to come by. Plus raiders weren't exactly known for their patience and there was always a risk of mutiny if the captain couldn't keep them pleased most of the time. Currently the steam train they'd 'liberated' was being dismantled, as while it was no doubt worth a fortune, Calaeno gambled it was better to use it for spare parts to make certain the airship was well-maintained at all times. It was more than simply a spiffy vehicle...it was the only home most of them knew.

Was it a mistake to take Scootaloo in? Maybe she could've had a normal, happier life if I ditched her all those years ago. But no, I had to be selfish and take her under my wing, tried to give her the same support my parents did before I lost them.

No, I couldn't abandon her to some orphanage! That sounds like a living hell! At least with me I can teach her and make sure she has some fun! Damn it, if its her dream to one day fly, then I'll make sure it happens, no matter what it takes!

*****

Applejack casually removed her clothes and tossed them aside. With a low moan she settled into the steamy bubble bath the madame had prepared for her. Well-sculpted muscles interlaced with smooth skin, dotted in freckles with a particular emphasis on her breasts and buttocks, a fact that made her shy whenever attention was drawn to their shapeliness.

In ignorance she assumed dragons wouldn't take any interest in her body and so bathed in the open before Spike and Ember, the latter who was currently tended to by Cherry Jubilee who supplied medicines to ease Ember's aches. “That hits the spot,” muttered AJ who dangled her spread wide arms and legs over the basin's sides, bathing in the open air behind the building.

Spike's eyes trailed over her on occasion. “Thanks for helping us out. But actually, we've got another concern.”

“We call it the Fire Ruby,” said Ember who lounged in the soft blankets laid out for her.

Spike continued, “We talked to the Dragon Lord and a creature called Discord, and were told an airship passed near my lair. We think a thief in the night might've sneaked in and taken it. I won't stop until it's returned where it belongs!”

“Easy there,” said AJ who opened an eye. “We can help each other. I know all about those air pirates.”

“Just show me the way,” said Spike whose nostrils flared with plumes of dark smoke. His scaly musculature tensed, like he was ready to spring, his form radiating heat. “I'll rip that airship open and-”

AJ sucked in a breath. “Not that easy. Their cannons would rip through even that tough hide. Besides, I might not like 'em much, but I don't want a massacre! Maybe you could fly me in close, let me infiltrate the ship, and recover the Fire Ruby for you. At the same time I'll sabotage their rig and ground 'em while you distract 'em. Just don't get too close, and then-”

“We're grateful,” said Ember who relaxed under Cherry's touch while she polished her scales with a wet cloth. “But it doesn't sound like a fair trade. Dragons have their pride, and they aren't satisfied easily.” She swiveled her head to Spike. “You could be the Dragon Lord someday, with me and Smolder at your side, but if that's the case you'll have to prove your worthiness!”

Spike shook his head. “Not sure I want to. Take Torch's place, I mean.”

“You've put your eggs in me. You'll have to, since Torch plans to make me the Dragon Lord after him.” Ember lashed her tail, particularly moody today, due to her overactive hormones. Her glare settled on his crotch and then AJ. “You want our help? Become his mate.” The bounty huntress sputtered, for the first time noticing his twin members had started to peek out.

Suddenly self-conscious, Applejack sunk lowered into the waters with a splash. “B-but-”

“Mmm,” mused Cherry with a titter. “That would also take care of your little itch.” She rose and started to undo her garments, let them fall away a piece at a time until she too was denuded, her voluptuous form on full display. Settling into the basin behind AJ who she pushed over with her hip, she dipped her hands and rubbed AJ's firm shoulders. “Be more honest with yourself.”

Perhaps it was the environment, all her pent up troubles, or the promised scent of sex that wafted from Spike's crotch, but Applejack couldn't deny he was strangely attractive. His powerful body was a mass of muscles, lined in a shiny metallic sheen, and his equipment was a bright, soft pink covered in fleshy ridges which she realized could please a female in varied ways.

“Just...temporarily, huh? Your mate until you leave?” Spike and Ember shared a nod. “I...oh, hell's belles, I'll do it!” Coyl she rose, water sloshing down her figure, clinging to her soppy freckled curves and her patch of blonde pubic hair.

Slowly she approached him with a hard swallow, aware all eyes were upon her. Much as she was curious about his partially erect members that spilled from his sheath, their size and shape were also intimidating, and she had second thoughts uncertain if she could even take him. “Go easy, now. I hate to admit it, but I haven't done this sort of thing much before.”

“You could obviously use some help,” said Cherry who sidled up behind her. Her bared wet breasts pressed into AJ's strong back, her hands cupped on her dotted breasts, which she rolled and kneaded. “I'll teach you like you're one of my girls,” she whispered hotly into her ear. She'd collected many from broken homes and off the streets, trained them in the art of seduction.

Her scarlet lips kissed AJ's neck with a wet smack and left a lipstick mark in their shape. One hand continued to toy with a tit, pinched and tweaked a nipple, and the other slid down between AJ's thick thighs and traced her tight slit. She squirmed in shame-faced delight, and a couple fingers slipped into her moist hole, making her squeak with a hard flush of her cheeks.

With a tap of the gemstone on her choker and a flash Ember retook her humanoid guise. The moment was momentarily broken between AJ and Cherry, but resumed when Ember ignored them and elongated her tongue, wrapping several times around both of Spike's members while she knelt beside him. She lapped with a slurp, licked up the precum which leaked out his tips.

Certain by now AJ was properly loose and moist, Cherry reclined back with her, their thighs opened wide in preparation to take them. Ember withdrew her tongue, and Spike's claws wrapped around a hip of each woman, his cocks pressed to their pussies and teased them with the moment of penetration. With a subdued movement of his groin he wormed his way into their canals.

A soft moan escaped Cherry, a much louder and clumsier one from AJ, both forced wide open despite how little progress he made into them. His eyes glazed over, for the moment his rage subdued, trying not to think about the Fire Ruby's theft. He breathed in the scent of fresh pussy, cautiously clawed their tits and asses, relished the soft squish of pliable flesh.

He took turns kissing them, their full lips, their wide areola, and pushed a little deeper with each gradual thrust. Sometimes Cherry would in turn meet lips with AJ, who surrendered to the moment and returned the favor, saliva dripping between them.

AJ's head swam, dulled by hormones and his addictive musk, like all male dragons designed to bind his mates to him. She'd always wanted to expand her family but knew she couldn't settle down while Gunsmoke still needed a protector.

However at the moment all she could think about was a need to take his seed into her womb, to be fully claimed by this behemoth.

Cherry remained slightly more lucid, used to casual sex with the highest class clients that could afford her services, but she'd never handled anyone quite like a dragon. She too wanted him to knock her up, an idea that she'd usually balk at.

He sat on his haunches, wrapped his claws around their midsections, pressed them to his chiseled chest. Their arms clasped around him, and they bounced atop him, with the sound of wet slaps each time their asses made contact with his lap. He continually flicked over their nipples with his tongue, wiggled a fingertip into their assholes, which clenched around him.

“Whoa nelly,” cried AJ when his flesh ridges massaged her spongy g-spot, her cunt and Cherry's leaking all over him. Their pussies clamped down, erupted in a series of moans, gushing over him. In turn he wheezed and loosed as much as he dared, the flood shooting up their cervices and overflowing their wombs to the point where they ballooned out like they were pregnant.

He yanked free of them with a pop, more of his excess goo seeping out of their gaped twats, and showered the pair alongside Ember in torrents of gunk that slapped over them and slid in a deluge over their curves. In a haze of lust brought on with their afterglow, his mates scooped and licked up his dense sperm, off themselves and each other with shared giggles.

Applejack held hands with her old friend, who relaxed on her butt beside her, as lucidity started to return. Her palm rubbed her rounded belly with a frown. Not that she regretted what she'd done...but she couldn't help but worry about the possible results.

I mean, it was a one-in-a-lifetime opportunity, right? Better to regret the things you've done than what you didn't. Aw no, now I sound like Rainbow Dash! What am I gonna tell my family if I'm knocked up? I'll hafta retire from bounty huntin', at least!

Nah, I'm sure it'll be fine. Cherry Jubilee will knock somethin' up that'll take care of this. More importantly, the sun's almost set. Tomorrow we can finally deal with those pirates, and maybe Gunsmoke will finally know real peace for a while...