Cowgirl Erotica Collection (13 page)

"I don't even know where to start"
Jett said, looking down at the ground.

"Well, why don't you start from the
beginning? It isn't as if we're pressed for time. We've got all day
and the day ain't half over yet." Lilith added.

Cherie took in a deep breath and said,
"We scouted the area you wanted us to scout. We didn't find Indians
or any such thing, but rather a crashed uh...ship of some
kind."

"The kind that can
fly
" Jett added.

Cherie flashed Jett a
rude
look.

"We had a rather bad encounter with
some of the deputies in town, but obviously since we're standing
here, they didn't get the best of us" Cherie stated.

"Tell me more about this...mystery
ship" Lilith commanded.

"Well, it's not really anything
threatening. We saw a downed ship, we talked to the captain, and
she brought out some rather nice, er...toys, which made quick work
of the deputies."

"Toys? Explain." Lilith
commanded.

"Well sort of like a gun, only,
well...it really does a number on one's clothes" Jett started to
say.

Cherie chuckled at the thought of
it.

Lilith nodded and looked down at the
ground at them, then back up into their eyes.

"Just so you know...your horses made
it here long before you did. Bathe and feed em' then we'll discuss
it further later." she added.

Neither one of them had thought to
bring up the blue starlet that they had passionately made love to
mere hours before. They decided to leave that pertinent detail out
of the equation entirely. Maybe it would balance itself out, maybe
not. They both walked up the path that spiraled snakelike up the
mountain to their base of operations, trying to calculate Lilith's
verdict in all of it.

Lilith stood alone by her horse at the
base of the cliff. She looked up and inhaled the desert air into
her lungs, then looked around the perimeter as if scouting for a
possible ambush, but then silence and mystery coalesced into a low
hum that was subtle enough to evade the senses in a crowded room,
but loud enough to invite curiosity in the still of the desert
canyon. She looked to the northeast and saw the black craft that
had airlifted Cherie and Jett to safety. Lilith squinted to make
out any details, but they evaded her. She could only see the
spinning circular motion underneath, with the vapors under the
craft spiraling outward. It hovered for a few seconds at a hundred
feet in the air before shooting straight up into the clouds. She
caught her breath and nearly fell back against her horse as her
eyes followed the craft towards the starry constellation Orion. The
horse also had looked up at the fire in the sky, yet had no visual
effect on him.

Back at base camp, Cherie and Jett
both sat at opposite ends of a campfire, staring pointedly at the
flickering flames that licked the air.

"You know, I wonder if things like
what happened today just weren't meant for people like you and me"
Cherie stated.

"Well I think I'd disagree with you
there partner. I think things like that happen precisely because of
people like you and me. You think Di doesn't have her own empress
or boss to answer to? She has probably had her fill of bossiness of
eons, just like us. It's the individual that matters, not the
group-think." she said matter-of-factly.

"Yeah I guess you're right. I keep
wondering if maybe we should have asked her if we could tag along."
Cherie answered.

"We did tag along. What, you want her
to tow us around the universe as her personal lapdogs?" Jett
asked.

"Actually I don't think I'd much mind
being her lapdog. It's being a lapdog to Lilith that has its
quirks" Cherie remarked.

"Well, if Lilith wants all the gritty
details about the girl, then we'll give it to her. No pre-planned
scripts to recite and what-not, just facts as they happened." Jett
added.

Cherie walked over to Jett and sat
down next to her. Overhead, the clouds and birds appeared
indifferent to the outworlder who flew above. Like their horse, the
appearance of otherworldly visitors did little to deviate them from
their ordered purpose in life, and it would be the same for Cherie
and Jett. She leaned over, kissing her, as a pair of blue scorpions
engaged each other in a lusty embrace five feet away.

Texas Hustlers

Chapter 1: Red
Bed Revolver

Luna kicked her spurs into her
stallion again as she became desperate to put as much distance away
from her and her ex-lover's cabin as possible. Though the moon was
full, the desert ached and crawled beneath the feet of her running
horse. November had been the most damning of all the months in her
reckless relationship with Burt, whose thirst for premium affairs
and crooked card-dealing could never be satisfied, even by the
Devil himself. If it were only these, Luna thought, she could adapt
herself in some evolving fashion. However, his lust for nymphs and
whiskey was enough to push her over the edge of a cliff. She had
had enough of his secret trysts and obscured late-night rituals
involving other women (among other things), and she grew tired of
his desire to screw anything that walked the earth. She galloped
faster towards the mountain range, not knowing or caring where she
fell from her exhausted horse.

Luna looked back over her shoulder and exhaled in relief
that no one was following. She just wanted to get away, and stay
away this time. No second, third or fourth chances. She pulled back
the reigns a bit and galloped to a slow trot. She looked around.
This really was the middle of nowhere. She slowed to a halt and
dismounted the black stallion whose mane reeked of cheap whiskey
and tobacco. It wasn't her horse, but rather
his
, and he loved to splash his whiskey
through his black mane to mark him as his own whenever he returned
from work, as if the poor horse would forget who its owner was. She
looked him right in the eye and promised him a great bath and
pampering whenever, if ever, they would find a good lake to dive
into.

"You know Grant, you really deserve
better treatment than this" she said into his eyes as she brushed
his dark coat. She saw a mirrored reflection of herself in his eyes
that seemed to echo the words right back to her. And deep down, she
knew it was true.

Coyotes and hawks barked and squawked from a distant cave
carved from a stone rock face, perhaps fighting over scraps of
prairie dog meat. Luna was hungry, and so was Grant. Other than
food however were bigger worries about spending the night under the
stars so far away from her cabin. All over town people gossiped
about the Ravens, a band of bandits rumored to be entirely female,
with a penchant for raping old ladies and flaying men's horses
alive. Luna thought the rumors ludicrous, and probably were sown by
church women too distrustful of their men's inability to keep it in
their pants. From the dastardly rumors she had heard, they were
like the sirens from Homer's
Odyssey
who lured men to their deaths with their singing,
and were as harpy-like in their appearance as they were seductive
in their deeds.

Luna imagined nothing could be further
from the truth. The Scarlet Ravens were probably some variant of
Robin Hood do-gooders who didn't like living under anyone's heel.
They wore dark red boots, sash and hat and flew on steeds built for
speed rather than rodeos. They all had fiery strawberry hair, as if
weaved from the fires of Heaven itself, and slender, acrobatic
bodies designed for love and racing along the pink sandy
seashore.

She looked around the prairie with its
vast openness and wondered how any lawmen could possibly let a
group of mischief-making girls get the better of them, and decked
completely in red to boot. It just didn't make sense. How many
banks had they robbed? At least twelve at the last paper's count.
She thought for a second that only ghosts or perhaps a group of
succubi sent from Hell itself could get in and out so quickly in
the blink of an eye, and leave no trail to show for it. In short,
they were miracle workers. What they did with all the money
certainly didn't leave a money trail or raise suspicion. Perhaps
they buried it, or burned it in some bizarre ritualistic sacrifice
to their vixen goddess of invisibility and haste. At any rate, the
moon was full overhead and glaring down upon her tired body. She
set out the thick, red blanket she had brought and laid next to
Grant hoping to catch some residue of sleep before dawn
broke.

Six hours later the sound of swift
horses running nearby jolted her from her sleep. She perked her
head up in the darkness and reached over to calm Grant and keep him
from standing up. She counted the shapes:
one...two...three...four...five horses ran by at about a quarter
mile distance and were thunderous in their approach to the same
mountain Luna was headed toward. They galloped up a natural twisty
staircase made of stone to the top as if they ran from a pursuing
dragon. Luna quickly pulled Grant up by the reigns and clamored
upon him.

"Go!" she said sticking her
purposefully dull spurs into his sides. Grant took off in the
direction of the stone-like mesa that resembled a Mayan temple.
Whoever they were, she was going to find out why they decided to
trespass on her secret place of solitude.

After running a half mile she came
upon the light from their fire atop the mountain. At least, what
she imagined was fire. She stopped Grant at the base and started
her ascension. She tread carefully, placing her footsteps into
those of the horses who tread before. Not that this would have done
any good at all if she were caught.

At the crest, she poked her head out
from the shadows and scoped her eyes toward their circle. They all
were definitely female, and from the looks of it, very young. One
by one they all unbraided their red, chest-long hair as their
campfire warmed the perimeter. They all wore red sashes around
their crimson boots as well, as if to mark themselves as belonging
to the same clan. She then saw one with a tattoo of a bird
scribbled on her arm. She wondered if the rest possessed the same.
It wouldn't be far-fetched, she thought. She marveled at how strong
they looked, like a gathering of great predators of the air: eagle,
hawk, falcon and owl.

A current of envy rushed through
Luna's veins as she gazed at the servants of solidarity and
independence. She closed her eyes and tried to imagine herself as
one of them, free from the tyranny of politicians and clergymen
while she ran with them like wild horses in the desert canyon. No
sooner her eyes closed, she felt a stern nudge from her side. She
looked beside her in annoyance to see the long face of Grant
looking back at her.

She belted under her breath, "You
stupid, fucking horse! You're gonna get us killed!"

Grant neighed a bit too loudly in
protest.

"
Who
the fuck is that out there
?! Speak up or we'll slice you from eyeballs to
gonads!" one of them said as she stood up, her eyes trying to
pierce the dense darkness. The sound half a dozen guns being cocked
at once sent panic through both Grant and Luna.

Luna looked down and then sighed. She
looked over at her not-too-bright horse, giving him an evil eye.
For all his strength and speed, he was terminally short on common
sense, at least as it applied to equestrian species. Luna stood up
in submission.

"I'm sorry, I just wanted to see who
was on my mountain..." she stated haphazardly.

Two of the red sashed Ravens ran over
to her and grabbed her by both arms and hustled her over to the
campfire. Luna inhaled deeply as they manhandled her. She looked
over at both of them, noticing how breathtakingly feminine they
were, yet seemingly with the strength of five men. A strange scent
of vanilla hung in the air around them as they brought her to stand
upright. Luna stood face to face with whom she assumed was the
leader.

"I'm Lilith. And this isn't your
mountain...is it? I was under the impression that it belongs to all
of us", she said.

Luna straightened her
shirt.

"No, I didn't mean it like that...not
that I own the mountain per se. I just meant that I come here a lot
to meditate and sort of be by myself. I have never seen you
here".

"We needed a place to camp out for the
night. And of course a place to discipline one of our members who
got a little out of hand. That said...do you consider us
trespassers?" Lilith asked.

Chapter
2: A Bitch of a Teacher

Luna's heart skipped a beat when she
was asked the question on trespassing. If anything, it was she who
felt as if she were the trespasser, not them. However she
downplayed her role in all of it and decided to answer
regardless.

"No, not at all. I have heard of you
though and have to say I am not easily impressed, but you guys, er,
I mean girls, really inspire simpletons like me"

"Inspire?" Lilith said, not sure if
Luna was joking.

"Ever since I heard about your
um...exploits, I wanted to join up with you guys."