Lily, the angry busty tomboy sheriff.

The first step was to figure out her major malfunction.

Hostility was nothing new, even discounting all the people who’d failed to kill him. Just from fellow Alliance soldiers, Sasha had soaked up more than his share of animosity. He should have been, and normally was, immune.

Sasha spent his life following authority figures, though. Having what passed for the law in Lilisburgh hostile to him was disquieting. They didn’t get much time, but Lily was clearly avoiding him… and then she registered to have a child together. While her letter made it clear she was only doing it as some form of challenge.

There was still so much about women he didn’t understand.

It made him conscious of all the ways he was different from the villagers, even as he walked down their sun-kissed cobblestone main street, and was greeted warmly by both that noonday sun, and feline passersby of all ages and genders.

Such variety. There were those too old to go to war, and those too young, and that was about it. As could be expected. His main company on the road were a few kids running, playing, and eventually swarming him, to ask for stories of faraway places he barely remembered. Seeing smiles bright, and eyes unclouded, brought it all home. The idea of him bringing new life into the world had been, until this point, unfathomable.

An old man tending his front garden of sunflowers, seeing Sasha try to humor the little ones and finally chasing them off, was more than happy to point the newcomer due west. Towards the only actual road coming into town, and the entrance to the village, watched over by the jail and its connected guard tower. Whose two-story view commanded the pastoral countryside.

As promised, Lily Spellmeyer was on duty up there, flame bikini and all.

The sheer size of her bust was visible from blocks away.

As a concession to the heat, she was wearing nothing else up top but that poor bikini, and she visibly bulged out of it. The contrast between her bare, tapered waist and that chest formed the kind of ratio dreams were made of. Lily’s childbearing hips, clad in a pair of black shorts, were no less impressive.

Hourglass figures weren’t rare on Autumn, though each person’s mixture was unique. What set Lily apart was the clear athletic tone of her midsection, but she still had narrow, thin sloping shoulders. She was no brick like the Captain, especially up top with long, lanky thin arms and waist. But as her letter bragged, those massive thighs contributed to a body profile that was perhaps two-thirds pure leg.

Likely had a great land speed and grip ****, two factors letting her keep any intruders from the village... until they decided to invite one in.

Women who enforced the law often found squeezing to be a potent tool of deterrence, combat, and punishment all bundled together in a beguiling package. That badge hanging off thin spaghetti straps glimmered bright, pridefully polished. In an unpleasantly similar fashion to a sniper’s scope.

As he drew closer, Sasha was in her sights.

The sheriff leaned forward, her tower’s guardrail offering a perfect shelf for that obscene chest. Relieved of her burden for a moment, she didn’t seem to notice or mind how it also showcased those barely-bound breasts, naturally drawing the eye. Even the exceptionally straight-laced Sasha had trouble walking his eyes all the way up to meet her burning ruby-reds.

“Oh? You’re approaching me? You’re not keeping away, but instead walking straight up to me so fearlessly?”

“I can’t figure out why you hate me without getting closer.”

“Ho.” Lily ran a fingerless-gloved hand through short, boyish fire-red hair. “Then come as close as you like. Front door’s open! Maybe I’ll figure out something I can arrest you for. I don’t think the village codes explicitly forbid being male...”

It was unlikely the Sheriff of Lilisburgh went home much. There was a desk covered in every type of document and spare item, and more than a few packaged food wrappers. She had a clear view through sets of steel bars to vacant cells, where a disconcerting number of balls and chains were sitting empty and devoid of purpose.

The air was stagnant, for the windows were closed shut, and this facility had evidently not seen the modern marvels of air conditioning yet.

Above a still, silent fireplace, a scoped hunting rifle sat, proudly displayed. While Lily Spellmeyer didn’t pick up her litter, this was one machine she kept in proper working order. It gleamed in the light streaming in from open curtains to the side, showing regular polishing and cleaning.

He looked over to the sound of jackboots coming down a winding spiral staircase, and opened his mouth. “Typically, snipers carry their rifles up the tower. It’s hard to use from downstairs."

When Sasha was just a bit comfortable, he could really catch people off-guard because he didn’t tend to lead off his statements with, uh, recognizable trails of logic, or at least give enough verbal filler and attention-getting words to get people to listen. He just spoke, and hoped the other person had their listening ears on.

She didn’t miss a beat. “I told you in my letter, mah thighs are enough ta take down any degenerate!”

In person, he could buy that. The simple act of walking up, or just of wearing those high-cut shorts, revealed that endless expanse of thigh and sent the rippling hard-softness flexing. She was probably doing some of that on purpose, but that didn’t reduce how impressive a well-trained body was. The fact that she was drenched in sweat only added an attractive sheen, and the space was full of her deep, feminine musk.

“Plus, I’m no soldier. I’m law enforcement. Guns are my last resort.”

Sasha had taken her letter with him, and pulled it out of his button-up white shirt. His own gloves obviously offered full coverage, and as he unrolled the paper to read, he saw Lily’s eyes go to his hands curiously. People didn’t wear gloves in the summer unless they had good reason.

Sasha said, “I don’t know why the Doctor let you into the program with an attitude like this.”

“Doc’s hoping you’ll be the one to finally ‘tame’ me,” Lily huffed, eyes hardening again. “Good luck with that, by the way. Speaking of which, it’s obvious why you’re here. Spare me a bunch of justifications or trying to get know me or whatever. If you’re here for my body, well.”

She motioned down towards her exceptionally impressive figure. One built for battle and breeding alike and matched to those twin rigors in every respect. A womanly body not concealed, but pridefully displayed.

“Let’s get this over with. Once you’ve had a taste of me, you won’t even think about abusing those other girls.”