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BUFFALO GIRLS, WON'T YOU KICK HARD TONIGHT? By C
(Contains: capture, rape, non-consensual hanging, vore, a giant spider, andbig beautiful girls who die with their boots on.)
In Mythica, fays come in all shapes and sizes, and Coyote hunts most of them.There's a significant exception, however: buffalo girls, very nearly the biggestof Mythican land fairies. Unlike winged fairies, land fairies rely on theirsize, or strength, or fleetness of foot--or some combination of the three--tokeep predators from making them cry. Being a well-upholstered seven feet inheight, with big, powerful (and beautiful) legs, buffalo girls are especiallyformidable. Normally, they fall prey only to the largest, fiercest, and mostvenomous of predators: the giant spiders that prowl the grasslands of Mythica.Not wanting to be stamped into a smear on the highway, Coyote tends to leavethese ladies alone.
Once, however, he bagged a whole herd of buffalo girls. Here's how it happened.
It was spring in the Southwestern Territory of Mythica. Coyote was fishingfor mermaids in one of the many streams that swell to a good size at that timeof year. He had leapt into the chilly water a dozen times so far and had caughttwo fish-tailed lovelies. These now lay side by side next to the water, cryingtheir eyes out and smacking the dirt repeatedly with their tails--as if thatwould accomplish anything!
Coyote decided he had enough for a meal, so he lugged his victims over toa nearby tree and hung them both from one of its stronger limbs. (Hanging makesmermaids come like crazy, and thus brings them to the peak of juiciness.) Thenhe waited for their trembling, thrashing bodies to grow still. When he wassure they were dead, he began cutting them down. Just then, he heard a familiarrumble, which started out faint, then grew and grew, till it almost deafenedhim. Buffalo girls!
He knew buffalo girls didn't care for water, so he dashed back to the streamand jumped in. From here he had a clear view of the plain to the north andof its most prominent feature: the town of Saddlesoap. From the sound, he judgedthat the girls were approaching him from the opposite side of town.
Suddenly, Saddlesoap exploded. Wooden buildings shattered, puffs of smokeshot up into the air, humans and horses began to scream. Coyote could see thebright flicker of more than one fire. Then, out of the swirling dust and smoke,they appeared.
It was a herd of twenty buffalo girls, all at least seven feet tall, allfull-breasted and broad-hipped, with long, powerful legs. Their faces wereround, but beautiful nonetheless. Every girl had thick hair, black or blonde,reaching down to her rear end. Each wore only a waist-length chemise of lightbrown leather, with matching knee-high boots. Their groins were, as always,uncovered by anything but a thick pubic pelt. Even through the smoke, Coyote'spowerful nose caught the salty-sweet scent from between their thighs. Half-involuntarily,he felt himself harden.
One of them, a blonde, strode out in front of the others, looked around,and gave a signal in their guttural language. Then they began to trot westward.If they noticed Coyote at all, they gave no sign of it. Soon they were gone.
Coyote was curious, but he was also hungry, so he made a quick meal of thetwo unlucky mermaids. Then he walked into town.
Everywhere he looked, he saw destruction. All the important buildings hadbeen flattened. Humans were running here and there, pulling corpses and woundedout of the rubble and tossing buckets of water at the fires. In the middleof it all, he saw the Territorial Governor, Alonzo Graft, who had organizeda bucket brigade and was trying to put it to the best use. When the Governorsat down for a moment to rest, Coyote hailed him.
"Governor Graft! What happened?"
"Howdy, Coyote," said the Governor, a portly man in a pinstripesuit. "It was the Rogue Herd. We'd heard about 'em: they knocked downSludge City just a week back, and Cuspidor the week before that. We tried toget ready in case they showed, but, well, we got no weapons that're any good'gainst buffalo girls."
"Why do you think they're acting like this?" said Coyote.
"Well, I don't know for sure . . . but it might have somethin' to dowith that Acme Company o' yours. It was in the news how Acme's workin' on newdevelopments that might make it possible for humans to bag buffalo girls. Imean, they are pretty vicious 'n' all, though they never been this bad before.It would be nice if we could deep-six a bunch of 'em. Anyway, this herd's gota head buffalo girl (a big, strikin' blond; I saw her myself). She seems to'vegotten it into her pretty head to stamp us all flat before we can hurt 'em.She's the worst of the lot, accordin' to survivors: actually likes killin'folks."
"Well, Governor, I'm sorry if Acme had something--however indirectlyand unintentionally--to do with this. As I'm sure you know, I have a lot ofpull with them--and a lot of friends in their R & D department. What doyou say if--for a modest fee--I put my head together with Acme's on this problem?"
"Would you, Coyote? We'd sure appreciate it; humans are startin' tolook like an endangered species 'roun' here."
With that, Coyote and the Governor retreated to a tent that had been setup as his emergency headquarters and discussed the manner and amount of payment.
After that had been settled, Coyote sat down and thought. Buffalo girls werehedged around with especially powerful magic. Only a few predators had venomstrong enough to bring them down, and if he remembered rightly, there wereother obstacles in the way of killing them. Best to call Acme. Now where hadhe put that cell phone?
After a long talk with Acme R and D, he put in a rush order for the itemshe needed. What exciting developments! Hunting was about to become more fun.
The next day he called a meeting with the Governor and all the local mayors.They traced the Rogue Herd's previous movements on a map and agreed that thenext target was likely to be Sawdust Falls, about twenty miles west of Saddlesoap.As luck would have it, Sawdust Falls was bounded on its eastern side by a streamthat swelled to a fast-moving torrent in springtime. Coyote now showed thehumans everything he had gotten from Acme: a patented Collapsible Insta-Bridge;twenty ampoules of patented Synthetic Giant Wolf Spider Venom; as many patentedVenom Applicators; a patented Orca-Size Mermaid Net; several lengths of theheaviest available rope; and a ton of fresh lumber. Then, saving the best forlast, Coyote showed them Acme's latest development in the fight against wickedfays: twenty of their not-yet-patented Fay-Foiler Condoms.
"Condoms?" said one of the mayors.
"Yes," said Coyote, "condoms." He proceeded to explaineverything.
A day later, Coyote and his human allies put everything in readiness at SawdustFalls. If the Rogue Herd stuck to its schedule, it would attack sometime inthe next week. All they could do now was wait.
Three days after that, Coyote was inspecting the Insta-Bridge, which hadbeen set up over the fast-moving stream just outside of town. A scout cameriding up to report that he had heard the unmistakable sound of buffalo girlboots, coming from the east. Coyote sent the scout downstream to make surethe nineteen human volunteers were ready.
He stood on the city-side of the bridge and waited. Soon he could hear therumble of the approaching girls. It grew louder and louder, and louder still.Then they came into view. He counted quickly: yes, twenty. They thundered upto within ten feet of the bridge, then stopped. They were now milling around,looking puzzled and a little anxious.
They don't like water, Coyote thought. So he waved his arms and shouted: "Nyahnyah! You can't get me! Nyah nyah!" At this their leader gave a gutturalbark, and on they came. Within seconds, they were swarming onto the bridge.Coyote had to wait till every girl was aboard. Luckily for him, the last onestepped onto the bridge before the leader could reach him and trample him underfoot.He quickly punched a red button on a little black box that he'd been carrying.The girls saw the box, but it was too late: The bridge collapsed, as per itsdesign. Flailing and screaming, twenty buffalo girls fell into the surgingwater below.
Coyote now ran downstream as fast as his feet could carry him. Though strong,the girls couldn't swim, and so they had to go wherever the water took them.And that was right into the heavy-duty Acme net that had been drawn acrossthe stream about a hundred yards to the south. Once Coyote and the nineteenvolunteers were sure that everyone was tangled in the net, they slowly drewit out of the water, with much cursing and back strain.
They then grabbed their venom applicators and converged on the squirming,struggling, shrieking women. Making sure not to double-dose anyone, they jabbedeach girl hard and made sure to empty the entire ampoule. The shrieks grewlouder and more ragged as the venom began to work. Then they died down. Thegirls could do nothing now but whimper and kick ineffectually at the net thatstill held them. (Until Acme had developed this new synthetic, only a giantwolf spider could so completely KO a buffalo girl; and giant wolf spiders weren'tbig on sharing.)
Now they slowly disentangled their catch from the net. Then, with yet moreeffort, they bound the girls' hands behind them with heavy Acme rope. As withother fays, doing so made them helpless to resist the commands of their captors.Next they laid them out on their backs in two lines of ten. At this point,the buffalo girls' leader cast a haughty look at Coyote and said: "We'renot your natural prey. Why are you doing this?"
"It's the challenge of it," said Coyote. "I've never caughtbuffalo girls before. And besides, you're
especially bad buffalo girls. I love bad girls. Love killing them, that is."
She gave a proud laugh and said: "Kill us! How do you propose to dothat? Are you a male giant wolf spider? "
"Obviously not," said Coyote.
"Well, in case you don't know, before we can be killed, we have to befucked. Now what's the fate of any non-spider that fucks a buffalo girl?
"Death," said Coyote.
"Are you that eager to kill us?"
"No," said Coyote. "But we brought protection." Withthat, he slipped an Acme condom onto his fast-swelling member. The volunteersstepped out of their pants and did the same. "This has been clinicallyproven to stop the fay curse cold. Get ready, girls."
Coyote pushed the head girl's heavy thighs apart and breathed in her wonderfulsalty-sweet musk. Then he began to slip into her. As he did so, it finallydawned on her that this was really happening. She cried: "No! No! Oh please,please, no!" But Coyote was in no mood for mercy. He discovered that shewas surprisingly tight, so he braced himself and then bore down as hard ashe could. She screamed till her voice gave out, and then just quietly wept.
Meanwhile, the volunteers looked on, not quite believing it was safe. Butwhen it was clear that Coyote wasn't going to disappear in a puff of smoke,they each picked a victim and went to work. Soon all the buffalo girls werekicking, screaming, and bleeding.
There was only one mishap. One of the volunteers, old Ebenezer McGeezer,was repositioning himself when his condom came loose. He absent-mindedly plungedback in. The others could hear him shouting: "Oh! Oh! Whoah! Whoah!" Thenthere was a loud crack like a pistol shot: where Ebenezer and his tremblingblack-haired victim had been lying, there was now only a dark smudge on theground. "Be very careful!" yelled Coyote, and with that object lessonin mind, they were.
Finally, the surviving fay-catchers had shot their bolts. Coyote commandedthe stricken fays to get up, and they did, sobbing and holding their headsdown. Then he and his companions marched them into town.
Here the final part of Coyote's plan was put into effect. The humans hadused the Acme lumber to construct a vast gallows, big enough for twenty, inthe main square. Twenty nooses, made of the special, heavy-duty rope, werealready in place. (Thanks to Ebenezer, only nineteen would be needed!) Thegirls began to scream and carry on once again when they saw their destination.Ignoring their cries, Coyote marched them up onto the wooden platform and puteach girl behind a noose. A team of hangmen had to climb ladders to slip thenooses around the waiting necks.
Coyote thought it best to let the girls get it out of their systems, so hewaited for the screams, wails, and sobs to die down somewhat. Then he spoke: "You'vebeen bagged, and you've been broken. Now it's time to die. Any last requests?"
The leader looked at him, all her haughtiness gone. "Y-you'll let usdie with our boots on?"
"Of course."
"Th-thank you." She put her head back down.
Coyote now gave a signal. One of the hangmen pulled a lever, and the platformdropped. Oh how their big beautiful legs kicked! They kicked as if kickingcould save them. Of course it couldn't, and so, after a while, they died. Howbeautiful they still were, swaying there in the early evening breeze, thoselovely legs hanging down! Coyote was overcome with a kind of melancholy, andblew them a kiss.
To fulfill the agreement, Coyote was given the body of the leader (she wasdelicious!), plus the money he and Alonzo Graft had agreed on. Buffalo girlswere never again a source of trouble. Go figure!
POSTSCRIPT
The great wolf spider, Melkor, oldest and largest of his kind, had a fewtried and true methods for catching buffalo girls. One, which he was usingnow, was to get as close to a herd as the forest cover would allow, then burstout at a full dash. The herd itself, as it surged away from him, revealed beyondany dispute who was weakest, slowest. He then pursued that one girl until hehad her.
So it happened now. One black-haired beauty, despite her best efforts, fellbehind. She was still a little faster than Melkor, but sooner or later, shewould tire, and he had no intention of slackening his pace until she did. Hecould hear her breath grow more ragged. He could see her gait become more likea headlong stumble than a run. Foolishly, instead of concentrating on the plainin front of her, she kept glancing back, her eyes wide with fear. It was nosurprise when she tripped on a stone and fell forward onto her hands and knees.As she struggled to get up, she turned her head back one more time and nowfound herself looking into Melkor's four larger eyes, just inches away. Shescreamed and fainted.
Melkor wasn't cruel far from it. But, unconscious or not, she had to be secured.He plunged his needle-like fangs into her mons Veneris andgave her just enough venom to insure she wouldn't escape. Then he gently pickedher up in his great jaws and started the long walk back to his lair. He heldher at the waist, navel up; her booted legs, her arms, and her luxuriant hairall hung down and swayed with the rhythm of his eight-legged stride.
When he got back to his lair really a gulch between two steep hillsides,he laid her down next to the two other buffs he'd caught that day. Then hespun out enough web to bind her arms to her sides and fasten her bottom tothe floor of the gulch. He rested now, waiting for her and her new companionsto awaken.
He dozed off for perhaps an hour, only to be roused by the sounds of whimpering.He got up, and when he did, the three girls, who were now wide awake, beganto shriek.
: " Oh relax, " he said. " I'm not going to do anything yet. "
" W-when, then? " said the girl he'd caught most recently.
"When am I going to kill you? Pretty soon. If you have any pressingbusiness still undone, now's the time to conclude it. "
The girl lying next to her spoke (this was a blonde, buxom even by buffalogirl standards): " Maybe, sir, I could help you out. I know a place in theforest where an especially large herd likes to stop for water every three days.If you were to . . . . "
" Please, Miss, let's not even get started, " said Melkor. " There's a bigdifference between those ladies and you: I haven't caught them. Maybe you knowthe old spider saying: 'A bush in the hand is worth two in the herd'? You'rewasting time that should be spent getting your affairs together. "
"But I . . . I don't want to die! " said the blonde, and began to sobuncontrollably. Soon the others had joined her, and the gulch reverberatedwith their noisy weeping.
" That's exactly the spirit, " said the spider. " You don't want to die,but you have to. So cry till you're all cried out. It really does make it easier. "
Now the third girl (another brunette, but with shorter, curlier hair thanthe first) mastered her grief and fear sufficiently to speak: " You're (sob)not so tough! "
" I beg your pardon, " said the spider.
" You sit there thinking you're so slick > cause you've got us all scaredand tied up and (sob) wetting ourselves. How long did it take you to bag usall: a whole day? I heard the Coyote caught twenty buffs in five minutes. Whaddayasay to that? "
Melkor had heard of Coyote's recent buffalo girl mop-up, so he knew thatwhat the girl was saying was substantially true. He was surprised to discoverthat he was now getting very irritated.
" I fail to see the relevance of that alleged exploit. It doesn't make youany less caught, and it doesn't make me any less the one who caught you. "
" Yeah, well, it makes you a hell of a lot less a buff-girl catcher thanCoyote! I had a (choke) twisted ankle; that's the only reason you got me! Theonly reason! "
" Miss, you need to be composing yourself for what's about to . . . . "
" Ahh, compose this! " she said and kicked at him with both of her long,powerful legs. She wasn't close enough to reach him, but he knew he would havefelt it a long time if she had.
" That's enough! " he said, his anger flaring. " That's it! It's time tofinish up, and guess what, my curly-haired little friend: you go first! "
As he advanced on her, her bravado vanished as quickly as it first appeared.She screamed pitiably when he grasped her legs and shoved them apart. " I'llbe good now, I swear! " she cried. He ignored her pleas and went to work.
To be killed, a buffalo girl must first be penetrated and brought to orgasmagainst her will. So Melkor readied his pedipalps by charging them with spermand then distilling some of his venom onto them (the mix of venom and spermis what does the trick: climax and death in one heady dose). Then he graduallyworked a palp into the girl's cunt.
Buffalo girls are an all-female race and use their tongues to inseminateone another; so the bulbous pedipalp is a lot more than they're used to accommodating. "You'rekilling me!" his victim screamed. "Oh gods, gods, gods, you're killing me!"
" That's the idea, " said the big spider, then switched palps. The girl groaned,wept, and kicked with the bigness of it--the painful pleasure. Not just herpussy, but soon every molecule of her body was wracked by tremors no buff-girllover could ever have induced. She climaxed--not one time but seven, and eachtime uttered an unearthly wail. As the last fearsome orgasm subsided, she said,in a barely audible voice: " I'm dead; oh gods I'm dead. " And then she was.
Melkor now turned to the buxom blonde. " I was good the whole time! " shecried. " I didn't cause any . . . . " She never finished, screaming insteadas the palp worked inexorably in. " It really doesn't matter, " said the spider.She came nine times (wailed nine times) before the venom killed her.
Then it was the turn of the last girl caught. "M-may I say something?" sheasked.
"Quickly."
" I . . . I was weak and slow, " she said. " It was only a matter of time.I-I'm glad it was you and not . . . the Coyote. "
" Why? " asked the spider.
" He's . . . cruel. He likes to hang his victims. I know we all go coming,but that . . . that must hurt more. "
" Yes, " said the spider, " I think it must. "
She spread her legs. " I won't fight it, " she said. " I'll cry . . . butI won't fight it. " And she started to sob once again.
" That's best, " he said. " It hurts less that way. " And then he killedher, as he had the others--but not before she had climaxed ten times. Her wailscould be heard for a mile or more.
When it was over, he wrapped each girl up in a moisture-proof silk bag. Intothese he pumped a powerful digestive juice that turned the three buffs intoa nourishing broth within seconds. He drained one of the bags and saved theothers for later. Then he brooded for awhile. Curly-Hair's taunts had woundedhim more than he thought. Who was this presumptuous Coyote, who took prey thatdidn't belong to him? Some were now calling him the greatest of hunters. Notwhile Melkor lived, he wasn't! It was time, the spider thought, to pay a visitto the mesa-lands.
THE END (for now)
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