Luciana

Luciana had to hand it to Danica, this wasn’t a bad plan so far. Finding Michael’s coach trail had been pretty easy, the wagon’s wheels left deep ruts in the sand at the base of the canyon. And once they had the trail, their horse had the speed to close on it quickly.

So that was the easy part.

The hard part was dealing with the older woman’s hands down the front of Luciana’s bikini bottoms. The horse would only help them catch the stagecoach, they still needed something to actually get Michael off the damned thing, and that’s where the bow in Luciana’s came in. The associated quiver was strapped to Danica’s back, and Luciana checked over her shoulder to see that several spectral arrows were starting to fade into view.

As before, text flashed on screen:

The Quivering Quim Quiver - Cupid is overrated! Why would you want to pierce someone’s heart with true love when you can fill it with primal lust instead? The wearer’s own ecstacy is all the ammo you’ll need!

Luciana panted as Danica ran her fingers in circles around the latina’s clit. But as bad off as Luciana was, Danica behind her was getting it worse. Everything she does to someone else she feels herself… So now I’m getting fingerbanged by a girl for the first time since high school and we’re both gonna pass out before we even find this damned thing…

“How… how are you holding up…?” Luciana gasped.

“Just don’t miss.” Danica said, pressing her face into Luciana’s back to stifle a powerful moan of pleasure.

“I won’t.” Luciana said. Truth be told, her only experience with archery was playing Skyrim on a tv in her shabby apartment, and she had never done that while getting her pussy rubbed. So this was new territory all around. Luciana saw the rock wall getting closer and shook Danica off quickly, “Woah, Danica, eyes on the road!”

“S-s-sorry…” The woman said, though the glaze in her eyes was becoming worrisome.

“Ok, You just keep the horse steady and then I won’t miss…” Luciana tried projecting confidence even if she didn’t feel it, but… damn… if losing feels this good. No, come on bitch get your ass in this thing! Luciana reached up and twisted her own nipple, using the pain to try to clear her head.

“Can’t be much farther-” Luciana started to say, when from somewhere up ahead they heard a gunshot ring through the canyon.

“Where’d that come from?” Danica popped up hurriedly, her voice quivering and needy.

“Down there!” Luciana pointed towards the left fork of a split up ahead.

“Everything echoes in here, how can you tell?!”

Luciana didn’t respond, she reached back and finally felt a single arrow physically materialize under her fingertips. As they swept around the corner, she already had the arrow notched and drawn, waiting for the coach to come into view... There was dust in the air here, they were close...

The moment she saw it Luciana tried to hone in on the driver, her vision rocking with the galloping horse beneath her and she growled realizing it wasn’t Michael at the reins, but Janet. Clever girl…

She held her breath and focused, her entire world narrowing to the back of the redhead driving the stagecoach up ahead. This is too eas- Danica swerved at the last second and the arrow missed wide, just sailing past Janet’s outstretched arm.

“What the hell?!”

“Michael… Mallory…” Danica whined like a puppy, gasping for breath. “They were back there… naked… together-”

“I need you to steer, quit daydreaming! Focus!” Luciana yelled back. She reached back for another arrow and this time, she found the quiver nearly full. Goddamn the thought of those two together gets her engine revving. “Nevermind! Keep thinking about it!”

Danica attacked Luciana’s clitoris even harder, which had positive effects on Luciana’s mood but a negative effect on her aim. The first shot had made Janet flatten on the bench, leaving Luciana with little to aim for. Janet popped her head up for a moment and Luciana loosed another shot, causing Janet to drop again. Not that it mattered, the arrow missed by several feet anyway. F-f-fuck this is harder than I thought…

They gained rapidly made up the ground on the stagecoach. Luciana’s aim was getting worse, and her ragged breaths were making it harder and harder to hold the bow steady. But Danica was a fucking fountain back there, and that gave Luciana a steady stream of arrows to keep Janet’s head down. The two were almost in arm’s reach of the coach...

“Almost… there…” Luciana gasped, In more ways than one…

Luciana’s vision was going all fuzzy as the blood was being drawn to her clit, and even at this close distance Janet was getting hard to make out.

Fff-uuuu… Luciana saw the redhead pop up just slightly, saw the glint of her gun flashing… She loosed the arrow from so close that even a miss couldn't miss… But at the same time she heard the loud report of the revolver, and that closeness worked both ways.

“Oh godddddd aughhh!” Janet moaned as the arrow caught her in the shoulder and disappeared. Her eyes rolled back in her head as the climax hit her like a ton of bricks.

The coach slowly rolled to a stop - when the ass-whipping stopped, the redheaded horse girl seemed suddenly aware of all the chaos going on behind her and tried to look over her shoulder to see. The straps on the coach didn't permit her much ability to turn, but she whinnied nervously.

“Got her!” Luciana cheered, but a stinging sensation starting in her abdomen and spreading throughout the rest of her body cut her celebration short. Did she…? Curiously the latina ran a hand down her front, but felt nothing. Fuck, maybe I pulled a muscle. Deal with it later. “Let's get the rein-” Luciana tried to plant her foot into the stirrup to climb off the stopped horse, but flat out missed the step and fell off the side.

“Luc?!” Danica yelped from above, quickly swinging her leg over to jump down. But before she could dismount, the horse bucked suddenly as another gunshot streaked overhead, throwing Danica backwards from the saddle. She hit the ground with a loud thud, and Luciana only knew she was ok by the groan that followed. The horse, now free from both its dazed riders, bolted down the canyon.

The fuck? Janet’s back up?!

Luciana looked down at her foot in a daze to figure out what happened, but.… it wasn't looking very footlike at the moment. The mocassin slipped off to reveal a hoof.

A fucking hoof! Luciana looked down at her belly where the stinging had originated, and saw a black mark where the bullet must have struck her. No blood, no wound, but the mark seemed to be growing - and spreading. Across her stomach, her muscles alternately seized and throb as the mark covered them, the sensation of growing stronger nothing new to Luciana given her day and night routines but this was different in a crucial way. As the mark passed over, her muscles grew out further, filling out her legs and ass even more, and with horror Luc saw how her body was taking on the proportions of the horse girl. No. Worse! Her tits swelled, worse than her night-time version. Worse even than Danica’s had been on those pills.

“Oh hell no…” Luciana said as she looked up at the coach. Puta! Luciana climbed to her knees, slowly coming to understand how to center her gravity on the small points of her feet, moving from four legs to two. And then the second shot came, this one landing between her legs.

Luciana saw Janet trying her best impression of a shooter. She had pressed her body against the side of the carriage, prepared for the bowshot that might follow. But Luciana had no intention of going for the bow.

No, she saw red. And when you messed with the bull, you got the horns.

Luciana dove forward, Janet’s next shot going wide as Luciana bull-rushed her. Before she could fire a fourth time, Luciana grabbed at Janet’s wrist and elbow, yanking her arm to the side quick enough that nobody could hold a fist, let alone a gun. The revolver clattered off the wheel of the coach and bounced away behind Luciana. She could have gone for it, but Luciana’s history in the ring taught her never to take her eyes off her opponent.

Janet didn't have that knowledge, so she tried to escape. She turned and lunged upward for the seat of the coach, but Luciana was faster. She grabbed Janet and lifted her up off the ground. She could have done this before, but now the added muscle piling on to her body made it child’s play. Luciana smiled at her as she held Janet under her armpits. She looked like a cat held by her scruff. Got just the line for you, chickita.

“Mooooo.”

Luciana looked at Janet, whose face of fear cracked into riotous laughter. Luciana, in a fit of rage, tossed the woman against the carriage.

“Mooo!” I can’t talk now?! Janet scrabbled up the side of the coach, clearly trying to gain purchase. Or at least, that’s what Luciana thought. Right up until Janet’s arm came up with something then came down with a streak of red.

KNEEL

It wasn’t an instruction; it felt like a law, as though not kneeling would be akin to deciding to not obey gravity. Luciana knelt involuntarily, dropping to her hands and knees with her now overly large… udders mere inches from the ground. Janet’s fear and her mirth were gone, replaced by an aggressive dominant smile. It’s only then that Luciana could gain enough control to see that Janet had the driver’s whip in her hands. Janet waved the handle at her tauntingly

“Oh, did your team forget to ask about this in the shop? I wanted to know what they gave Michael, and I’m glad I did.”

Whip It Good - Striking a girl with animal transformations impose your will on them. Use such fun commands as kneel, forward, suck, and fuck with no fear of consequence! At least to start, the animal may fear the lash but they will remember who wielded it.

“Still, despite that fuck-up on your part, you surprised me. That was a hell of a chase and you’re kinda scary when you’re angry. Not so much now as a sexy little cow, though." Janet stopped herself, “Or should I say sexy big cow? Your muscles… mmm… Cute nose ring by the way.” Janet reached down to Luciana’s face, tweaking a nose ring that had formed during the fight. “Don’t worry, the transformation is temporary. But… as you're still as strong as an ox, let’s speed things along so the rest of your team doesn’t try something like that again.”

With nary a hint of mercy, Janet struck the whip across Luciana’s back.

In Position.

What does that mean? Luciana returned to her feet, suddenly full of purpose. She had draw the cart - She needed to draw the cart. Luciana tried to fight the pull of the whip, but it was impossible. Every time she tried to think of something else, that need **** its way back to the front of her mind.

Only the gunshot broke the moment. Danica lay on the ground, holding the Bushmaster in shaking hands. Smoke still flowing from the barrel.

Janet whirled around, the whip raised in shock. “You bitch! Don’t you know when to leave well enough alone? First, Michael and meowww this!”

She stepped with a gasp, a hand covering her mouth as she dropped the whip to the dirt. Luciana watched as the girl’s gaze seemed to flit back and forth between Danica’s eyes, as though Janet was trying to process if she was more hurt from the shot or from the guilt she had felt at the aggressiveness of her outburst with Danica. Withdrawing her hand she let out another pained growl before, with her eyes glassy and cheeks rapidly reddening, she sprinted away from the pair. Luciana watched her flee, picking up an almost unnatural speed, moving faster and faster until she was practically bounding up a hill that should’ve been impossible for a normal human to climb.

Close call…

The moment Janet had dropped the whip; Luciana gasped in relief as she regained control of herself. She tumbled backwards on her hooves, away from the pitiful look of the red-headed horse girl staring at her at the front of the stagecoach. Hurrying back, Luciana helped pick Danica up off the ground. “Moo…”

Danica looked at her gratefully, not registering what Luciana had said.

“Thanks, I was sort of out of it for a moment. When I came to, I saw you lift her like a kitten! But then she hit you with that whip and made you kneel … and then I saw the gun and… I hope she’s ok. I hit her in the upper arm. I think.”

“Moo.”

Danica rubbed her eyes and shook her head. “Uh, are you ok? And did you get bigger? I hope I don’t have a concussion.” Luciana shook her head ‘No.’

“Moo.”

“Great.” Danica gave her a harder stare and Luciana felt a straining shiver of frustration wash up her back when she watched the woman’s eyes flick down to her ridiculous chest. “You can’t talk and the horse bolted.” She closed her eyes and rubbed her temples. Luciana gently nudged Danica with her shoulder. Or she tried to gently nudge, but her body was huge and lumbering now, and her momentum knocked Danica backwards a step.

Sorry. Luciana thought. “Moo.” Ugh. Luciana turned, pointing with her head toward the carriage.

“You’re right.” Danica said. “We should get moving.” Luciana gestured to the quiver still hanging from her back, and the bow that still lay in the sand. “Do we really need this, I mean, I have a gun now?” She pulled the quiver off and dropped it.

Good point.

Danica climbed up into the seat and offered a hand to Luciana to join her. This whole damned challenge started because I was playing for myself. I charged into this challenge, into so many things without thinking. Went for the easy route. I lost sight of how you make it, you have to put in the work. Love and fighting are the same that way.

Luciana shook her head, and instead picked up the whip and pressed it into Danica’s hand. She walked to the front yoke, of her own volition this time. The redhead up there looked pleased for the company and Luciana couldn’t help but take a moment to glance back and forth between the lithe little runner and the heavy stagecoach behind her. There was no way she should’ve been able to pull that thing on her own and yet… What fucked up magic was in that poor girl’s system?

Zoe. Luciana read her collar, wondering what her story was. Whatever her story is, it’s not mine. We’re getting through this. I will show I can play as a team.

For her part, Danica didn’t try to talk Luciana out of it. Danica raised an eyebrow in a silent ‘You sure?’ as she strapped on a harness that had been hanging from the front of the coach. No, I’m not sure at all. Fuckin hell. Luciana thought.

“Moo.”

Danica took up the reins. “Let’s go, girls.”

It weirdly was commanding without being overbearing. A mom’s order. Luciana thought. And that filled her with a nice warm feeling, one she hadn’t felt in a long while, long enough that she hadn’t realized she missed it.

I like this feeling. I could get used-OW! Luciana jumped as the whip cracked across her butt.

LET’S GO, GIRLS

And suddenly she had to. She needed to MOVE. Involuntarily, her legs began to churn harder. A second later it smacked the redhead too, and they picked up the pace.

Ok maybe mom’s not all nice-OW!

Ronnie

The cliff paths near the top of the canyon offered far less protection from the unmerciful sun, and the tiny scrap of shade she’d been able to find was doing little to keep her from sweating her ass off out here.

Should have gone in fer the hat, but what use be I without this? She patted the cutlass strapped to her hip. It cost the rest of me doubloons to afford it, an’ all the time I lost scarpering off from the other wenches. Ronnie didn’t even count the time lost trying valiantly to explain what a “doubloon” was to the Staff manning the sales booth. Lacking an appropriate hat was going to be a problem, but she’d made do. Ronnie’s “Indian” bikini top had been tied off and re-fashioned into an eyepatch, which of course left her bare breasts out, not that the viewers or the Producers minded.

The gunshots she’d heard earlier had given her a good idea of the coaches’ bearing, and the sounds of whipcracks and female whimpers confirmed it: They were coming this way, and soon. That brought a grin to her face.

Exactly where I need ‘er. Ronnie thought, reaching into the small cloth bag on the ground next to her and drawing out a handful of small pebbles. Ronnie began throwing them one-by-one down into the canyon below, timed to the hummed tune “What Do You Do With a Drunken Sailor?” Each of the small rocks cracked softly off the sides of the walls as they bounced down to the dust and sand of the canyon floor. And as soon as they came to rest there, they popped like a corn kernel with a resonating crack, expanding suddenly into large boulders that turned the wide-open lane into a tight and obstructed passage.

Once the bag was empty, Ronnie grabbed the coil of rope underneath it and tied it off to the rockface. Nothing special about this rope, just plain old rope. And free from the store once Ronnie promised to use it to tie up the other contestants.

But lying was the pirate way, was it not?

The coach rounded the corner. Ronnie couldn’t see who was driving it from where she was perched, but she could hear and tell it had to slow to navigate the obstacles she’d placed. With one last check of her trusty sword, Ronnie pulled the rope out to its full-length to take out the slack then stepped off the ledge and swung as she’d done from the riggings thousands of times. Or, at least, the confidence implanted in this personality she’d adopted thought so. The rope was just the right length, and Ronnie pulled up her legs as the arc brought her within a few feet of the canyon floor. As the momentum brought her back upwards and slowed her down, she released the rope with just enough slack to carry her forward, over the tops of the boulders she’d laid down, and sailing towards the coach and its driver.

“Yo HOOOOOO!” She called, drawing the driver’s attention upwards.

“What the FUCK!?” Danica had just enough time to yell as she ducked out of the way. Ronnie landed on the roof of the coach, slipped to her knees as the moccasins had less grip than she was expecting, but quickly leaped to her feet and posed confidently as if the landing had been her plan all along.

The coach kept riding forwards, bumping slightly as the two draw women pulled it, Danica looked up at Ronnie, her head clearly spinning from the sight.

“Ronn-”

Ronnie interrupted her with a quick draw of her cutlass, and followed it up with a few dramatic flourishes.

“The Dread Pirate Ronnie, if you please!” Ronnie demanded. “Stand and deliver, or the devil he may take ye!”

The Dread Pirate Ronnie

“Dread Pirate Ronnie…” Danica said, her eyes flitting back and forth between the tip of Ronnie’s sword and the gun, which was mere inches away.

“Don’t even think about it, harrrrrrlot!” Ronnie slapped her hand with the flat of the blade, then brought the tip up under Danica’s neck.

“...We’re working together… remember?” Danica said, carefully trying to avoid the sword waving near her throat “The plan? With Michael?”

“The Dread Pirate Ronnie needs no help!” Ronnie scoffed, adopting a haughty, insulted air. “I can win this challenge alone, I don’t need those foolish girls!”

“Trying to win alone is what got us into this fiasco - Luciana triggered this whole thing when she found that stupid notebook! And now look at her!”

Ronnie’s face contorted slightly as she warred internally over this.

If Danica and I team up then whoever wins can spread the points around just like we planned.

No! Don’t fall for those tricks! Take it all fer yerself!

That’s not the plan! We’re working with Danica, you dumbass brain!

Ye don’t trust the plan! That’s why ye called on me, remember? Ye went looking for help in yer own mind, and ye found the best thief ye had!

You were a bit character! You’d kidnap a contestant for an occasional flogging and then dump them back at the Master’s feet! I needed someone to help me set a trap, and you did. Now leave.

No.

LEAVE.

No. In fact, I think I’ll stay a little longer yet. Plenty of booty to plunder here… Ronnie slowly brought the tip of the sword along Danic’s neck to underneath the strap of her top resting on her shoulder. With a swipe, she cut it free and Danica’s magically-enhanced right breast flopped free.

“Be careful with that!” Danica covered herself. “Stop waving a sword at my neck, you lunatic!”

“Me sword is an extension of me arm, so don’t worry yer little head about it. I promise ye, she’ll stay on yer shoulders.” Ronnie grinned, and a gold tooth which had definitely not been there to start the day glinted in the sunlight. A nice little throw-in for buying the sword. Danica looked worried as her eyes followed the tip of the steel, and the Dread Pirate surely wasn’t going to dispel that fear. But this wasn’t that kind of show.

Garrrrrb Carrrrver - A sword that cuts off clothes and only clothes. Literally that’s it. Wave it around all you like without fear, it would bounce off a stick of butter.

Ronnie feinted left and Danica twisted her shoulder away, leaving an opening for Ronnie to swipe again and slash away the strap on her opposite shoulder. When Danica grabbed for that, trying to keep the other side up, Ronnie brought the sword under her arm, slashing another clean cut right through the leather of the bra top.

“I’ll be taking that whip, if ye please.”

Danica continued to clutch it tightly in her hand. “You have lost your mind! Everyone’s lost their fucking minds!” Danica yelled to the sky, leaving another opening for Ronnie to slash away at the top, which was in now completely in tatters in Danica’s hand. Danica abandoned the destroyed bra and scrambled away onto the roof of the coach to escape Ronnie’s wild slashes. The two girls drawing the coach cleared the boulders that Ronnie had used to slow the coach and picked up speed again in the open straight. The additional motion rocked the coach side to side even faster, putting both women slightly off balance. It gave Danica a small, momentary breather, and tried cracking the whip down near Ronnie’s feet to back her away. But Ronnie’s sea legs and still realistic proportions were already leveling the fight, and she looked far more steady than Danica, The two stood warily at opposite ends of the coach, their heels practically hanging free from the sides.

Ronnie took a tentative step forward. Danica cracked the whip again on the roof, forcing Ronnie to withdraw the foot. Luciana and Zoe ran faster just at the sound, their learned responses already taking hold. The reins lay across the seat. With no one controlling the coach, the two girls just dragged it forward, choosing whichever path they could fit through as they passed through. Ronnie tried to split her focus between Danica, who kept backing her off with the whip, and the twists and turns the runaway coach was making, but she could not handle both of them.

“Now ye’ve done it,” Ronnie complained. “We’re lost.”

“You’re lost.” Danica pointed at Ronnie, then tapped her own chest. “I never had any idea where I was in the first place!” Danica suddenly glanced to her left, in the direction the coach was traveling. Ronnie thought it might be a feint, so she jumped forward and slashed at Danica’s tiny bottoms, slicing off the cover on her left hip. Rather than defend herself, Danica dropped to the deck.

“Yar! Surrrrrendering be your only hope!”

But when Danica didn’t move, Ronnie risked looking over her shoulder in the direction they were rolling…

And if she’d had both her eyes uncovered like Danica, she might have had the depth perception to see it before it was too late. Strung across the canyon, at a height just high enough to clear the coach, someone had strung a thin net between the walls. A spiderweb. Ronnie had just enough time to groan “Shite” before it caught her full across the body, knocking the wind out of her and suspending her in the air. Danica tried to slide off the back and hang on, but Ronnie was carried straight into her and knocked her clear of the coach, which continued rolling down the canyon at speed, with no driver or passengers. Danica rolled to a stop on the ground and looked on furiously as the coach rounded a corner and carried it off to who knows where.

Ronnie struggled against the thin strands across her body, which were holding her as fast as any ropes. Her sword arm was free, and she hacked at the web trying to cut herself loose, but the sword was utterly useless against it.

“Blast… this… shite…” Ronnie pushed the flat of the blade against the web and tried to pressed on it from the other side as leverage to pry herself free. But the cursed spiderweb held fast, and when her muscles gave out all that she’d succeeded in doing was to stick the blade to the web for good.

“Damnit Ronnie” Danica pounded her fist on the ground and got to her feet, kicking away the last of her destroyed bottoms.

“Dread Pirat-”

“Oh shut up.” Danica took the opportunity to land a whip crack across Ronnie’s backside. “I don’t like that one, Ronnie. Next time pick a new girl.” Danica began jogging after the departed stagecoach. She had to cross, clutching the whip on one hand and holding her bouncing overlarge chest with the other. Once she was well out of whipping range, Ronnie yelled after her.

“Once I’m free, that’ll be the **** of ye!” Ronnie squirmed uselessly against the web, but it was only sticking to her more and more. “Ye haven’t heard the last of the Dread Pirate Ronnie, terror of the Seven Seasons!”

She was so busy thrashing uselessly that she couldn't see the lithe shape making its way after Danica and the coach from above.

[AN: Special thanks to Sho1223 for his support on this chapter]