Hello everybody ... I started to play with idea, for story in the old west, with Tonya.
Turns out, we worked it back and forth, and I am proud to say, YES this is written with a partner for a change. Tonyacats, seeming to enjoy jumping in, during the fight scenes, and some of the romance.
Hope you will like this, to post in 2 parts. Just some fun, and catfighting in the old west.
The town had been peaceful for some time.
Marhsall Storm, was quick on the draw, and fast on his feet. Keeping the peace, with what ever was needed. Brain or gunhand.
His life seeming to be okay as he had the respect and freindship of many of the townsfolk, and local farmers and ranchers.
Yet something seemed missing in his life.
Then Tonya rode into town.
The full figured blonde beauty, had been a cowgirl, down on her luck.
Things had happened, and soon Storm found himself deeply in love with Tonya.
The two fiding what they had been missing in life, in each other.
Tonya soon became his deputy, his friend, and his lover.
As they were at the jail, going about the days business. Tonya was standing close by him, looking at recent wanted posters.
Storm liking the view, as he liked how Tonya looked in jeans. The lady having a very nice ass.
Smiling more, he had to be honest. He loved even more, when she was wearing nothing at all.
Tonya had a very sexy body, and filled clothes out nicely all over.
Yet undressed her body was even more desirable.
Long sexy legs, with a tight ass.
Sleek belly.
Large, firm breasts with nipples that jutted proudly when she was aroused, and excited.
Plus blue eyes set in a face, that made his heart skip, each time he saw her.
Tonya was looking at one wanted poster in particular.
"I don't like her, I do not like this slut at all." Tonya said reading up, on Colorado Carrie.
Carrie was brunette, with long hair, a very firm, full figure.
Carrie was wanted for various robberies, including other more daring things, as she grew more confident and bolder.
"Why don't you like her Tonya?" Storm asks, as she begins to read things off.
"Robbing from widows and orphans." "Slinking around like a snake.'
"Oh and being a cheap whore besides." Tonya smiles, as she ads the last few things herself.
Storm reaches out, and grabs the back of her jeans, pulling her towards him.
With a playful shriek. Tonya finds herself on his lap, and in his arms.
"Well then Colorado Carrie, better just steer clear of my lady." He says, smiling at her. As Tonya's arms slip around him, and they kiss, as her chest presses to his, and her heart beats with love, matched by his own love for her.
Later they would be going through town. Keeping an eye on things, as more people kept coming in, and it kept growing.
Some miles distant. Colorado Carrie was standing with a few other outlaws recently recruited by her.
Carrie knew the reputation of the Marshall Storm.
Yet now there was this blonde hussy, parading around as a deputy.
Carrie was looking very much, to getting her hands on Tonya, and beating and humiliating her, before the town, and her lover.
Carrie also intended on cleaning out the town bank, as well.
As they made plans. Some of the rest of the gang, brought in to keep the marshall in check.
Carrie was trying to decide who she was going to give the honor to.
Carrie was going to send one of the ladies into town, to try out, and if nothing else. Soften up Tonya, for Carrie to enoy beating later.
Another to scout the town, and maybe check and see, if the Marshall could be enticed away from Tonya.
Either way Carrie had plans to break, and do her best to make Tonya's life very miserable. Very soon.
Choices made, Carrie stands hands on hips, as two outlaw ladies, ride towards town.
"So it begins." Carrie thinks to herself.
As back in town Storm and Tonya begin their tour around town.
Colorado Carrie had been very selective on who to send into town to do her scouting and dirty work. She had opted for Lori to find the Marshall and tempt him. Lori was the kind of lady that no man could resist. Her long blonde hair and shapely tits seemed to hypnotise men into doing whatever she asked. She had a smile that would brighten up the darkest night and charms that could get her anything she wanted.
She had chosen Angela to find the blonde deputy and rough her up. Angela was the meanest girl of Carrie's gang. A well know fighter in any town she had been in. Angela wasn't the biggest girl, but her fighting skills made up for it. A very slender girl with short brown hair and a tight ass, she was looking forward to planting a fist against the deputy's jaw. Carrie smiled as she watched her girls ride off in the distance, knowing they would get the job done.
Angela and Lori finally make their way into town and tie up their horses at the hitching post. Lori spots the Marshall heading into the office and she grins at Angela. "I am heading into the office to take care of the Marshall. You go stir up some action to take care of that blonde whore." Angela smiles and heads down the street towards the saloon. Lori takes off her hat and slaps the dust out of it against her thigh, then places it back on her head. She unsnaps a couple of buttons on her shirt, knowing the Marshall would love what she had to show off.
Lori's ample tits bounced as she walks across the street towards the Marshall's office, not knowing if Tonya was there with him or not. If she was, she would take care of her on her own. She catches a glimpse of Angela heading into the saloon, then opens the door to the Marshall's office, not seeing anyone at first.
"Hello? Is anyone here?" Lori asks, walking in.
Marshall Storm steps out of the back room, clear that nobody else is here but him, and his eyes blink a few times, not being able to concentrate on anything but the beauty before him. His voice shaken a bit, he smiles at the blonde cowgirl. "Can I help you ma'am?"
Lori struts towards the Marshall, her tits bouncing with every step. As she nears him, he can't help but let his eyes gaze into her cleavage that is so proudly showing. He notices that her tits are bigger than his deputy's and begins to wonder a bit what would happen if they met.
The Marshall unable to look away, from the free show Lori was giving.
Storm trying to keep from showing any kind of arousal, with the buxom blonde so close. Yet in his mind, he was seeing a brief image of Tonya, and this blonde beauty, going at it.
Lori speaks out in her angelic voice, "I was just passing through and wanted to know where I could get cleaned up." Her fingers slide over the Marshall's hand, making the Marshall shiver just a bit even from her touch. "You see, riding all day has gotten me pretty dirty. And I need somewhere to clean every inch of my body." She grins as she sees the Marshall's eyes just going back to her tits, knowing she has his attention already.
Lori undoing yet another button, to rub a hand to her heaving breast. "You could maybe help lil ol me, to wash up." "I would love having those strong hands of yours, pressed against my wet tits, as you lather them, and make them feel good handsome." Lori says, as her left nipple is clearly visible, as she cups the tit. It is very engorged, as Lori was getting hot, and bothered herself.
The blonde outlaw deciding, before anything else. She was going to enjoy having his cock, deep inside of her.
One way or the other, Lori was going to make Storm hers.
While Storm began trying to look past her, hoping for Tonya to show, and rescue him, from this situation, that was making the room grow hotter. With each breath that Lori took.
Tonya had checked on the bank, and a few shops.
The day was getting warm, and the sexy blonde deputy, now had her blouse worked loose, from her jeans tops. Then tied it across, her own impressive breasts.
Tonya's sleek belly displayed, as she slips into the saloon for a drink.
Something to cut the dust of the day, and the town streets from her throat. As she steps to the bar, a woman comes up behind her, as she takes her drink, and begins to enjoy the coolness.
The saloon, had some of the newer ways to ice, drinks, and it was devine.
Tonya pressing the frosted mug to her forehead. Before taking a deep drink, from the cool liquid.
'I didn't know they served hogs in here." Tonya hears behind her, and close to her.
Tonya's blood picking up. Yet her promise to Storm, to try and stop fighting so much in the saloon, came back to her.
"Hey blonde saloon whore, I am talking to you." Angela says, as Tonya tenses.
"Slut it is too hot for this." Tonya says, as she turns to see who this bitch was trying to push her buttons.
Angela stood very close to her.
A slender brunette, with a nice figure. Angela stood in cut off jeans, to help show of her nice legs, and tight ass.
The shorts, fringed at the bottoms, and stopping well above her knees.
Part of her ass cheeks, peeking out, from the lower backside.
Angela was wearing a white cotton shirt, the lower part cut away, and the lower portion of her breasts, stood firm, and rising and falling evenly.
"Barkeep, tall and cold one." Angela says, as Tonya watches her.
Angela is given her glass, and tosses a few coins on the bar top.
"I would guess, you are that Marshall's blonde whore, that right?" Angela asks, as she can see Tonya struggling with herself.
Her body tensing.
Angela smiles, as she almost has her ready.
While Tonya tries to control herself.
Angela reaches for Tonya's shirt, ripping it open.
Tonya's full, well formed breasts fall free of the top. Her tits quiver a little, then stand proud and firm.
Before Tonya can react. Angela throws the rest of her cold beer, all over Tonya's front.
Tonya's nipples begin to distend immediately, as she inhales quickly, her body feeling the shock, of the ice cold beer splattering it.
As the liquid runs down her breasts, belly, and into her jeans. Soaking her panties.
Tonya's blue eyes harden, as she grabs Angela by her shirt front.
"Bitch you just bought a world of hurt." Tonya says, before the catfight begins.
Tonya stood at the bar in the saloon, her shirt ripped down the middle, tits jutting out proudly doused with a round of beer from Angela. All the patrons in the saloon took a few steps back, as they had seen Tonya in action before, and didn't want to get involved or in her way.
Angela smirks at the blonde deputy. "I bet you're not so tough without that six shooter on your side bitch." Tonya lets go of Angela's shirt, and wipes the beer from her face. She then unsnaps the buckle on her belt, putting her gun on the bar. She looks back at Angela, smirking at the brunette hussy, "You know bitch. I promised the Marshall I would stop fighting so much in the saloon. But I didn't say anything about the street." Angela begins backing up towards the swinging doors, opening them and stepping out. "Let's do it you blonde bitch." She says confidently.
Tonya walks towards the swinging doors with the crowd of people from the saloon following her. The streets were muddy from a hard rain the night before, making sure this fight would soon turn very dirty. Angela walked to the middle of the street and Tonya approached her, the crowd of people gathering around them in a circle. The two hellcats began circling each other, and it was clear this one was going to be brutal. Angela was the first to strike, sending a hard punch against Tonya's jaw that sent the blonde reeling backwards, losing her footing and falling in the mud, her naked tits bouncing as she landed. Tonya began to scramble to her feet, but Angela proved quicker, tackling the busty blonde onto the ground as both of their hands found each others hair and began rolling in the streets, mud flying everywhere.
Tonya proved to be a better wrestler in the mud than Angela. After a couple of rolls back and forth, the blonde was on top of Angela, her hands finding her tiny shirt and ripping it down the middle, exposing the slender brunettes pert tits. Tonya's nails quickly found them and cut deep into the soft flesh, causing the brunette to scream in pain. But Tonya had let herself get a bit overconfident, not expecting petite brunette to be much of a fighter. This proved costly for her as Angela slung a wild punch up into Tonya's right breast, making the blonde deputy howl in pain as she is knocked off her rival and rolled a few feet away.
Both girls rise to their feet, topless and covered in mud. The crowd around them were buzzing now, seeing that the small brunette could clearly hold her own in a fight. The girls grew closer again and Angela snapped out a hard punch to Tonya's left breast, sending the blonde backwards, followed by another punch to her pretty face that knocked her down again. Angela hissing out at Tonya, "I hope you enjoyed your Marshall last night whore. It will be the last night you ever have him."
That comment sent a charge through Tonya like an electric wire through her body. The thought of any other woman mentioning her man's name other than respect was something that wouldn't be tolerated by the blonde. Tonya sprung up from the ground, launching a hard punch directly into Angela's chin that sent the brunette down in a heap on the muddy street. Tonya seeing red, wanting nothing more than to make this bitch pay for even thinking about her man.
Just as Angela started to get up, Tonya launches a knee that crashes into the brunette's nose, hearing the crunch under her kneecap, knowing the slender brunette just had her nose broken. In a flash, Tonya was on her rival, quickly stripping her of the cutoff jeans and panties underneath as she unleashes a barrage of punches and slaps to Angela's face and tits. Tonya was hellbent on killing the brunette, only to be pulled off by a strong cowboy in the crowd as her arms and legs flail wildly, still trying to get the brunette. The cowboy's hands on Tonya had found her tits, inadvertent or not, and he had gotten two handfulls and would always claim it happened just trying to keep the blonde from killing her rival, a story anyone could believe.
Finally Tonya had calmed a bit and seeing Angela still laying on her back in the mud. She strutts over to her, her muddy tits bouncing as she places a boot on Angela's tits. "Now get your slutty no good ass out of my town!" Angela only trembled in fear, nodding her head to agree. Tonya collected her gun from the saloon, and headed to where Marshall storm and she resided together to clean up.
