Advent Of A Gunslinger

The black-furred, yellow-eyed Abyssinian would make her way through the building as stealthily as possible, and unnoticed by the bovine staff members. She knew that they would be able to snap her in two without much effort, so she stuck to hiding under tables and behind pillars that supported the various balconies of the buildings.

Eventually, she would sneak into the backstage area where the minotaur showgirls would get ready to perform. They were currently on a break and the curtain was down. This allowed the she-cat to gain a vantage point, and hide upon the unlit stage lights.

“...Alright. This should be a great spot to activate the spell from.” She pulled out a book, and looked it over to make sure she had the right spell. Once she did, she would sit motionless and wait for the proper time to strike. “Just like Lady Topaz said. I’m for sure gonna get that promotion…and we’ll take over that wack little rustbucket known as Kluge.”

About five minutes passed, and a new set of minotaur girls would enter so that they could get ready behind the stage.

Above them, the she-cat would start to quietly chant the spell from the book…

"....ābidehi yemīk’awemuhini hulu āt’ik’a። isikīyalik’i diresi yinit’efit’u ina yiboch’ach’ik’u።..."

Outside…

Roseanne had her shotgun at the ready and finally managed to climb up the hill overlooking the Madam’s palace. But to her surprise, there was nothing there. “...Shucks. Was Ah wrong with mah predictin’?” she scratched her head, and took a look around just to be sure.

Unfortunately, she wouldn’t find anything. Why?

Topaz had cast a one-way refraction spell upon a nearby rock. In layman’s terms, it was invisible and nothing could be seen through it from the side Roseanne was on. On the other side, however...

Topaz was behind the rock lying on a portable cushion with her possum servant fanning her. She was a brownish-maple-colored unicorn with long, brunette hair and a set of blue eyes. The cutie mark on both of her flanks depicted a scroll surrounded by two hearts on both sides.

“Sh-should we attack?” the possum squeaked with a concerned shiver. “That minotaur gal looks huge.”

“Ne t'inquiète pas,” Topaz replied, “She doezn’t strike me az someone that scary. And if we do come into contact, we shall be ready. Now let’z wait for our friend to do her job before we fret, oui? She'z lucky that she has access to that book of mine and will not fail me.”

“...O-okay…” the possum resumed fanning her master.

Back inside…

Axel and Clarabelle had prepared themselves to go for another round. But first, the minotaur woman wanted to make sure that their little conversation had stuck. The hippogriff sat upright with her pussy still clenched around his cock.

“...Do you see what I mean?” she asked while putting her arms around him, “Lowering your guard and allowing others to approach you can be beneficial. Not just for sex, of course...but for all sorts of relationships.”

“Yeah…” he replied with his head nuzzling the nape of her neck. “I’m feelin’ what yer layin’ down. But...it’ll take me a while before I fully start acceptin’ people.”

“Maybe...however, there’s one difference between you as you are now, and you when you were a child.”

Axel raised an eyebrow with a defensive, apprehensive glare. “...And whatcha think that is, ma’am?”

Clara noted just how on edge he was, and explained it as calmly as possible. “Well...you’re much stronger now. You’re capable of not only defending yourself, but others as well. I don’t think you’re going to lose anyone else because you’re going to protect those you care about. And...I’m sure those people will be willing to protect you in return.”

“...” He paused, and weighed his thoughts upon what she just said. Was it truly possible? Could he protect others and trust them to protect him back? Did such a world exist where he could live comfortably knowing that others had his back?

“...Mister Vido...Lady Kora...can I call them allies? Friends, even?”

“...Protect me...in return…” he mumbled the minotaur’s words, repeating them so he could try and understand them better. “...Dunno how I feel about all that, but I will make sure I protect the good’uns.”

Clarabelle giggled, and ruffled his mane with her hand in a motherly gesture. “Hmhm! Well, it’s certainly a start, my dear. I’m glad you were willing to listen to me about it. You don’t deserve to walk the world alone and unhappy like the cowboys in movies and books. That’s just not fun, now is it?”

Axel huffed, puffing his cheeks out. “...Nah. Guess it ain’t...you right,” he admitted to it.

She placed a kiss on his cheek, and caressed his face. “There’s no shame in thinking about others. You can still be that rough and tough wrangler and get revenge for your family--lord knows I’d do the same if I could. But you...you have the chance to do so with the support of those that still care about you. Don’t throw the cylinder out before you shoot your shot, okay cowboy?”

Her words cut deep. “...Throw the cylinder out...” But they rang true. It would be foolish to waste such potential that could have a positive impact on his life. While nothing could replace his family, was it possible for him to gain a new one…?

That was a question for another day. Axel would simply agree for the time being. “...I hear ya, missy. I’mma for sure take that into consideration next time I head out.”

“That’s good. Now…” she gyrated her hips a little to make sure he was still active, “Didn’t you say you had another shot left in ya, gunslinger?”

He grunted a little from her movements. “...That I do.”

Axel would reposition entirely. Now standing at the side of the bed with his hooves on the floor, Clarabelle would be lying on the bed, still on her back. The textbook missionary position. The entire time, his cock hadn’t left her pussy, and remained semi-erect.

Clara spread her legs to make his time easier. Her breasts practically flopped outwards, and sagged to the opposite sides of her body, giving him a perfect view. “Oh, you charmer,” she teased while nibbling on her index finger in a sultry manner, “I ain’t been treated like this in a while~”

The way she spoke combined with her general beauty caused his cock to flare up once more. “Well believe it, missy...you deserve this…” Before he got started, he stimulated the flesh surrounding her clit with his thumb-claws.

“Mmm…ooooh…” This caused the minotaur woman to moo from excitement. She shunted her hips back and forth, stroking his shaft with her tight pussy walls. “C’mon honey...give it to me….please….”

Her movements made his equine shaft rise to full mast within her. The juices secreted from her aroused state would lube him up, and make things nice and smooth like before.

“Ahhh...yer a beautiful woman, Ms. Clara…” Axel muttered as he shifted his hips back and forth. Unlike before where she rode him, he was now using his own force to stimulate her and himself. The result was a slow, yet powerful piston-esque thrust that shocked the bovine beauty to her core.

“Ah...ah!” she gasped with every thrust he made, “You ain’t so bad yerself, cowboy. Come gimme some sugar…~”

Unable to resist a command like that, he leaned forward until his upper body lay atop hers. He put his head between her breasts once more as well. “Mmm…ahgh…”

Clarabelle grabbed his claws, and placed them upon her breasts. Next, she cupped her hands around the sides of her breasts and started to gently squeeze Axel’s head between them. Almost like a therapeutic massage treatment. “Who’s my big bad gunslingin’ man~?”

Once again, he was unable to resist her charms. Even as he made love to her and slammed his hips in rhythmic fashion, he would do his best to moan out an answer. “...I-I….am…” He sped up ever so slightly, screwing her hard enough to where his balls slapped against her asscheeks and left red imprints from the impact.

“That’s...ah!--right...keep going...gimme everythin’ ya got, Axie…” she gazed into his eyes, watched as his face scrunched up into a half-neutral smile. “Yer doin’ so good…”

Axel went through a range of emotions in those few minutes. The breasts comforting him on either side of his head would serve to comfort him. His mouth opened wide as he started to moan. His eyes started to roll toward the back of his head for a moment until he blinked again, and fixated his gaze upon her. “Ahh...d-dammit...I’m gonna…”

“Ah! Yes, hun! Go right on ahead!” Clara wrapped her left arm around his lower body, and placed her right hand behind his head in a protective fashion.

He had picked up enough force and with each thrust, her body shook. Her innards trembled. Her breasts danced and clapped against Axel’s head every half-second. His hips rocked back and forth at a steady pace, pulling his shaft halfway out before inserting deep once more.

“AAagh~!” With a loving, eagle-esque squall, he forced his cock deep into her womb.

“Gah~!” Clara squealed right with him, and pulled his face towards her so they could both lock lips.

As they made out with each other, Clara’s pussy would tighten, squirt, and squeeze upon Axel’s shaft with a vice-grip even tighter than before. His cock expanded ever so slightly, and spewed a thick load into the minotaur’s pussy. Her innards were completely coated by his seed, and like before--a bit of it started to drip out from how much excess there was.

The two would continue to kiss, and relax against each other’s bodies. After about five minutes, the minotaur woman would pull back, leaving a trail of thin saliva between their lips that soon disappeared.

“...Oh my...you were amazin’, dear,” she said with a bright smile as she playfully grasped one of his expanded wings.

Due to the fact that his wings were sensitive, Axel couldn’t help but smile also. “...Not as great as you, miss. I’ve forgotten what it’s like to be in bed with a woman. So...thank ya, for that. And all the advice ya gave me.”

“What’s a pretty gal-pal for?” she replied, “After all, someone’a your status needed’ta take his load off. Literally and figuratively~”

“Well once I had some’a yer milk, I couldn’t exactly refuse,” he explained with a chuckle, “And that apple pie-turnover thing. That was amazin’! If I ever come back, I for sure wanna taste more of whatcha got.”

“That can certainly be arranged,” Clara agreed, “Just have to find my recipe book…”

CRASH!

And just then, out of nowhere, their time had been interrupted by a loud noise that sounded like glass shattering into hundreds of pieces.

They both looked up to the sound of noise that came from outside the room. Axel was on edge immediately. “...What the hell?”