Advent Of A Gunslinger

Meanwhile, outside…

Roseanne had been busy with some investigation of her own within the rest of the village. Unfortunately, there wasn’t much suspicious activity that she could readily point out right away. Everything seemed normal--and she would know best, she always visited here whenever she needed fresh items off their farm.

“Dammit,” she thought to herself as she entered the general store, “Ain’t nothin’ standin’ out’ta me here.”

Upon entering the store, she was met with a rather svelte, young minotaur woman who worked behind the counter. Her body color was all black, and her hair was braided downwards with alternating shades of red and black. “Hey, Rosie. Ya lookin’ fer more veggies and whatnot? Got some corn in today.”

“Nah, but thanks, Jane,” Rose replied as she leaned against the counter, “Ah’m just tryin’a think. There’s s’possedly a bounty ‘round here somewhere. But so far, ain’t nothin’ seemin’ odd’ta me.”

“Have ya checked over by the Madam’s place?” Jane said, pointing out of the window towards the brick building at the end of the road, “Maybe there’s somethin’ there?”

“Hm…” Rose gave it some thought. “Axel said he was headed that way. Wonder if he’s found anythin’...besides a lover.” “Yeah, that’s a good idea,” the larger minotaur headed towards the exit of the store, “I’ll prolly catch ya on my way back. See ya!”

“Bye-ya,” Jane said as her friend left.

Rose would make her way down the road until she came up to the brick building. Nothing stood out to her at first. “...Hm?” However, from the corner of her right eye, she could have sworn she saw something move on a hill overlooking the side of the valley. “...That’s mighty weird. Don’t nothin’ livin’ be moseyin’ around up there. I wonder…”

She looked ahead at the brick building--Martha’s Milk Mansion--and wondered if Axel would need her help. “...Hm...nah. He’s prolly havin’ the time of his life up in there. Best not interfere until later.” With her mind made up, she concluded that she should simply check out the area where she thought she saw something, and started to make her way there.

Elsewhere…

“Sommes-nous prêts? Is everyzing in plaze?”

A female Abyssinian with black fur and yellow eyes stood at the ready on a hill overlooking Martha's Manor. She held a purple book in her hand, and had on a set of red and black mage robes. “Yes Madame Topaz.”

“Bonne! Sneak inside ze bordello, and give me a report. Then, we will activate ze magic on my mark…”

Back inside the ‘Mansion’...

Axel’s little ‘investigation’ into the confines of the Madam’s place of business would continue. But he would have to play by their rules if he wanted to get anywhere.

So he had no choice but to answer her question, and speak more on himself.

“...I’m currently a bounty hunter,” he said, “But when I was younger, I lived in Appleloosa with my father--”

“No need to gimme names…” Clarabelle sat on the bed next to him. “Not if you’re not comfortable, anyway.”

“...I see. Alright, then.” He appreciated the kind words, and continued. “Anyway, I lived with my ma, pa, eldest sister, and older twin brothers. I was the youngest’a the bunch. Everythin’ was perfect. Until...they was taken from me by Abyssinian bastards…”

“Oh…”

Axel would make sure he kept things brief and focused on himself specifically. “Anyhow...after that, I took on odd jobs here and there. And when tragedy struck one day in my hometown, I took action. A cold-blooded con-stallion named Soapy Swift had conned the ponies of Appleloosa outta their money, claiming that some of the bars of soap he sold contained bits.” He scoffed and folded his arms. “Turns out that he’d specifically sell the bit-soaps to his gang members in order’ta make-like it was real. Well, eventually folks caught on, and stormed up to Soapy’s home, demandin’ their money back…”

Fascinated by the story, Clarabelle leaned towards him with starry eyes. “Oooh...so what happened next?”

“Bang.” Axel replied, “Shot ‘n killed half the crowd right in front’a his home. The townsfolk scattered in fear like groundhogs bein’ faced with an eagle. Then, he tried’ta take off and skip town….but somethin’ in me...caused me’ta act.”

“Oh?” she asked with bated excitement.

“Damn straight,” he went on with a half-smile as he recollected those events, “I picked up my pa’s gun, and flew out to the streets. Before he could even get good outta the town, bam!” He made a finger-gun, pointing at the wall, “Shot him dead right then and there, causin’ him’ta drop dead with all the riches he swindled, and putting him down before he could go off’ta kill anybody else.”

“Woah…” Clarabelle gasped with amazement, “Wait...how long ago was this?”

“How long? I’d say I was about...twelve when it all went down.”

“You got your first bounty at twelve?!” she cried out in disbelief.

Axel couldn’t argue with that, so he simply shrugged. “Guess ya can put it that way. I was given a hefty reward fer what I did, and since then I decided’ta put down other no-good sidewinders to make my livin’. Nobody ever expected an adolescent colt to be able to kill. But I did. I didn’t enjoy it, but I knew I makin’ the world a better place by gettin’ rid’a the same scum that took my family from me. The rest is kinda history at this point.”

“...Amazin’,” Clara replied with wonder, “And now you’re among the best of the best…”

Sadly, he didn’t really know how to accept that compliment. He simply stuttered, and turned his head. “Y-yeah well…” he sighed, and turned to face her again, “...Thanks for listenin’.” With that off his chest, he was able to think more clearly.

“That’s a good young man~!” she moo’d with a small giggle, and reached forward to pinch his cheek, “You’re so adorable when you finally open up, you know that?”

“Mm…” his cheeks were a shade of crimson, and he couldn’t respond properly. “Well, uh...ya know, it’s...it’s a matter’a keepin’ yer head up…”

Clara let him go. “Maybe...but that doesn’t mean you should shut out everyone else. I’m sure that there are plenty of folks out there that care for you and want to see you happy…” She then got off the bed, and got back down onto the floor on her knees. She then nuzzled his shaft. “...And truth be told, I’m one of them. The life of a bounty hunter must be very lonesome…”

His rough outer shell had slowly been broken down over the course of the conversation. That was something Axel couldn’t deny. “Yeah, well...when ya lose everythin’...ya don’t wanna lose more. So...ya keep folks at arm’s length…” The way she nuzzled his shaft didn’t help either--as he slowly became erect again.

“That won’t do at all…” she said, letting her tongue out, “No one can survive in this world alone...and I’m here to make sure you know that, hun. You ain’t alone, okay?” The minotaur wrapped her tongue around his testes, bathing them in saliva and puffing hot breaths onto his erect cock in the process. Bovine tongues were actually very rough, not unlike cats, so the sensation of her tongue against his balls was like a wet massager…

“Ghhhg...aahh...d-dammit…” Axel squealed from the sensation. A bit of precum started to leak from the tip of his shaft. He was no longer able to resist. “...I guess ya right...I need’ta...be more s-sociable, right?”

“Mmm...not necessarily…” Clarabelle said as she drew her tongue up his shaft, “Just...allow people to be around you, okay? There are people you can trust in this world.”

“...Is she right? Maybe I can trust certain folks. They trust me...don’t they?”

Axel conceded. “...Y-yes ma’am…”

“Good boy. And good boys deserve rewards….” she hung her tongue out--her mouth open just above the tip of his cock, threatening to gulp it down like a snake would its prey. “Ready?”

Axel nodded--his shaft bulging with a veiny pulse…

In a quick motion, the minotaur woman took his shaft into her mouth, down her throat, and kept going until she reached the base of his cock. “Mm! Mmm….” she glanced up and made eye contact with him. Her beautiful blue eyes gave off a sense of lustful satisfaction--her nose was buried into his crotch…

“Ahhh...agh!” Axel moaned more and more. His shaft was trapped within the warm, moist confines of the minotaur’s throat. His claws grabbed ahold of the sheets on both sides…

“Mmmmm…” Clarabelle was far from finished though. Her long, scratchy tongue flicked out once more, and pushed against the back of his balls. “Mmmfff...hm!” With determination in her eyes, she used all of her tongue and throat’s strength to pull his balls into her mouth.

“...g-g-gotdayum!” squealed the hippogriff as he watched his entire genitalia get sucked in by the professional bovine woman. His balls were now perfectly cradled upon that rough tongue of hers. His shaft was also tightly enclosed within her throat on all sides. He could feel every inch along her soft esophagus, and did his best to keep from moaning. “Y-you ain’t...in pain, are ya ma’am?” he asked, a bit concerned that she took his entire length so readily.

But to his surprise, Clarabelle was perfectly fine. She was not only able to breath with her mouth full of equine dick, but she could respond as well. “Mm? Nn-nh!” she vocalized the fact that she was perfectly fine with an excited giggle. With that out of the way, she got to work…

Her head bobbed up and down. Taking him from base to tip, Clara would throat his entire cock, and give the illusion of pulling away before she lunged back down and sucked him off once more. Once a good layer of her saliva coated his shaft, she was able to speed up her actions. She started to actively suck him off--her nose struck his crotch every time she came down.

The combination of the warm passion behind her hot mouth, the lustful slurping noises that came with each bob of her head, and the way she occasionally opened her eyes to give him that warm, sunny expression on her face caused Axel’s entire body to twitch. He moaned and squealed every few seconds, which indicated that she had been doing a good job. So good in fact, that his climax was approaching fast.

That’s when his eyes locked onto her horns.

Without hesitation, Axel grasped the minotaur woman’s horns, and applied a bit of force. He pulled her in which caused her to bob down much faster, and quicken the pace of his orgasm.

Clara had wrapped her rough tongue around his throbbing shaft as it fucked her throat. Desperate for his release, she uttered two words that were barely audible. “...Hunnh huhm~?”

Axel knew just what she had asked, and replied with a guttural groan. “...Yyyyes!!”

With his claws on her horns, he pulled her down to his base, burying her face in his crotch. At the same time, he gently wrapped his hind legs around her neck to essentially hold her in place so that she couldn’t escape as he came…

“Ghhk!” Axel’s body spasmed as his cock fired off rope after rope of semen down Clarabelle’s throat. After he spurted for a few seconds, he uncrossed his legs, and lied back on the bed with a small, satisfied smile. “Ahh...ahhhn….mm..” he was out of breath--his abdomen rose and fell with each inhale and exhale.

...However, Clarabelle didn’t stop.

She raised her head up to the tip, and stroked his shaft with her hand to wring out the last of his load and onto her tongue to taste it. “...Mmm...bronco milk is so good!” she said as she lapped it up. “But you’re still hard as a brick honey. That won’t do, now will it?”

Axel sat up. “...Wait, whatcha--ah!” he gasped.

The next time he blinked, he would see his cock buried between Clarabelle’s breasts. Her cleavage was so deep that only the very tip of his shaft was visible. “Shhh…” she said as she cupped her breasts around the shaft, “Just let Mama Clara rub all yer stress out, sugar…~”

Since he had just climaxed not long ago, his shaft was extra sensitive. He was given no room to relax or breathe, and another orgasm was already on its way. “D-d-daaaammmiit….” he growled as Clara started to change up her movements.

She jiggled her breasts up and down. She grabbed them and alternated with one going up and the other going down. She squeezed them tightly around his cock and teased his tip with her rough, wet tongue. The full nine yards. Axel wasn’t spared any expense when it came to treatment.

“...Hhh..ah...I...I’m…” Axel panted as he felt the pressure in his shaft build.

“In or out, hun?” Clara asked as she sped up, excited to see him succumb to her skillful bodywork.

“...B-b-both…?!” he sputtered.

“Okaaaaay~” Clara hunched over and squeezed his cock with as much pressure that she could apply. Her mouth suddenly enveloped, and closed around his tip with her tongue swirling around it to add pressure and constant stimulation until…

“GAH!” Axel cried out as he climaxed once more. His tongue hung out of his mouth, and his eyes rolled back ever so slightly.

Half of the load was fired off into Clara’s mouth, and she raised her head up so that the rest that flew out of his shaft would fall onto her breasts. Soon, both of her milkers were glazed over with rope after rope of warm seed.

“Mmm…” Clara would teasingly lap it up off of her breasts with a slow, drawn-out flick of her tongue until they were both clean. “What a strong, healthy man you are, Axie…” She then stood up, and picked up the hippogriff. “Now...if you don’t mind, I’d like it if you spoke with me some more.”

“...H-huh?” Axel rubbed some of the dribble off of the side of his mouth as he was lifted off of the bedside. “...W-whatcha mean?”

Clarabelle lied down in bed with him. His head nestled firmly between her breasts so she could have full eye contact with him. “...I want you to throw me a different kinda bone this time. Why do you feel the need to keep people at a distance?”

“...”