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by neorenamon

'Well that's a strange dream I never want to have again,' he thought as he slowly woke up.

He remembered getting squashed by a subway train in order to save a little girl from that fate herself.

"Ugh, my head hurts," he groaned (as his head was throbbing a bit). He wondered what was wrong with his voice.

"Well I keep telling you not to drink until you're pass out drunk there, cousin," said an unidentified voice.

Opening his eyes, he realized he recognized nothing in the room.

"Well come on," said the voice, "Time to slop the hogs."

Sitting up, a few things suddenly became apparent. The bright red skin all over. The bumps on his chest he could have sworn he had never seen before in his life.

"Stop staring at yourself," said the person a woman nearby. Glancing to the side, he did see a woman with darker red skin and really long striped horns on her forehead. She also had midnight black hair that was swept over her left eye with a patch of white on top of her head. "It's creeping me out over here." The whites of her eyes were yellow and glowed slightly in the low light of the room.

He was sure about her because she was naked. Then he realized he was naked too.

"Where are we?" he asked.

"Well duh, it's the Rough and Tumbleweed Ranch, silly. You've been living here for the last 7 years."

He let out a small, nervous laugh.

The woman leaned closer, looking into his eyes. "By Satan, I've never seen you so wasted before. It's lucky we imps recover from benders pretty quickly, huh?" She leaned over and pulled the sheets all the way down.

He realized that something between his legs wasn't there any more. It caused an alarmed squeal.

"Come on, cousin," she said, "I'll help you dress." Pulling his legs over the side of the bed, she pulled him to his feet leaving him wobbling and unsteady. In fact, he fell face first into her bosom.

"So help me Satan, if you puke on me, I'll make sure you stay in bed for a week!"

"Sorry," he mumbled.

"Come on," said a burly voice from outside, "What's taking you so long?!"

"Mary Sue got pass out drunk again last night!" she replied.

'MARY SUE?!' he thought alarmed. An alarming name to anyone who knew fanfiction.

"Well get her going, Sallie Mae," he answered, "This ranch don't run itself."

"I'm working on it," Sallie Mae replied, "Just give me a minute to get some clothes for us."

While she gathered clothes, he looked at a small stand mirror on the dresser. The hair was also midnight black with a patch of white hair on top and the eyes slightly glowed yellow as well. He noticed, though, he could see both of his own eyes. There was also a long pair of broad striped horns that were black and white on his forehead.

After fishing around for a while, she came up with a white bra (somewhere in the A-cup range) and panties that she put on him. She put a white tube top over that that left a fair amount of her belly showing. Then she put on torn white stockings, and denim shorts torn around the bottom over that to make them extra short. Then she tightened a black snake leather belt around his waist.

"I don't know why you like white so much," observed Sallie Mae, "Shows all the dirt."

A pair of mid-calf black leather boots went over his feet.

"Course, it's not like you have a different set of clothes for every day of the week," she smirked.

When he helped her dress, he noticed that all of her clothing (other than her torn denim shorts and her mid-calf white leather boots) were black in color.

Sallie Mae went out under the stern gaze of the big man. "She's all set, Joe," she muttered.

"Good," he replied.

Walking out, he looked in Joe's eyes and felt like his gaze was drilling into his soul.

"When yer done with the hogs," he added, "You can come in for breakfast. I smell Lin's famous hellhen eggs sunny side up along with her smoked hellhog bacon. Probably making Tombstone Toast with fresh churned butter too."

"Yum!" said Sallie Mae.

They went out to a shed where he saw cover in corrugated tin panels. She opened the door and saw piles of cactus pads along the back wall. When she put on a pair of heavy gloves, he figured he should do the same. She handed him one pail, and took the other herself.

When he saw the hellhogs for the first time, he found them intimidating. It had long sharp tusks, a pair of shorter sharp horns on its head, and a few sharp looking spines along its back. The eyes seemed to burn with hate itself. They liked to snort smoke and shake their heads a lot. Walking to the fence line, she pulled a pad and put it under the nose of the nearest hog. It seemed to vanish in an instant. The hog just seemed to be completely oblivious to the presence of the pad's sharp black thorns.

"Just toss the food in..." said Sallie Mae, "unless you're trying to lose some fingers!"

Tossing in the next one, it didn't seem to care how muddy the pad was. It just inhaled it.

"Not so hard," she mused as she tossed one to the next hog.

"OH SHIT!" he heard. Looking back, a hog grabbed Sallie Mae by the arm and dragged her into the pig pen. She was using both hands to keep her face from getting bitten off. "GET OFF ME, YOU SATAN-DAMNED SIDE OF BACON!!"

It suddenly felt as if someone else was controlling his body. His sight turn red. His breathing quickened. His heart was pounding. He was charging the pen before he knew it. "GET OFF HER, YOU SON OF A..." he screamed.

Suddenly, he was sitting in mud covering his ass up to the bottom of his back, and there was a hog's head in his lap. The body lay with blood spraying from where the head used to be.

"You okay?!" asked Joe.

"I think she had another... episode," replied Sallie Mae.

Looking at the head, he let loose the girliest of screams as he pushed it away.

"Do you really think she bears the Wrath of Satan?!"

"That looks like the best explanation at the moment," mused Joe.

'Am I some kind of Berserker?' he mused.

"Well you better clean up... again.. before breakfast... Both of you."

The brothers, ranch hands and even Lin were converging on them.

"Get back to work!" snarled Joe, "Show's over."

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by neorenamon

Mary Sue sat in the tub as Sallie Mae helped her clean herself up. A bucket of cold water poured over her head started it all. Even though imps were tough when it came to fire and heat, cold was another matter.

"By the way," mused Sallie Mae, "thanks for saving my bacon again."

"Hey... family and all that," she replied. 

She smiled.

"But... that's why you're so nice to me?"

"Kinda..." she replied, "Like the day you rode onto the Ranch for the first time." She paused before she added, "When you rode in, you were still bleeding from bullet wounds. You were parched, desperately hungry and unsteady by then. You looked at me running up to you, and you smiled. You smiled and said 'Sister'. You know, just before you passed out, and fell off the saddle into my arms."

"I hope I wasn't... much trouble."

"Oh yes," she replied, "Bedridden for nearly a month. Millie and I brought you food three times a day, and took turns helping you eat. Then we got you up and around in the cabin. You relearned to walk pretty fast, but after a year, you'd hardly be mistaken for the person you were when you rode in here."

"Thank you."

"Well you're just about the hardest worker on the Ranch. I think it was well worth the effort."

"Thank you."

Sallie Mae leaned close to her ear and whispered, "By the way, I think you're hot."

"What?" replied Mary Sue.

"I said... 'Is the water hot?'" she replied quickly.

"The water... is fine, thanks."

Taking a soapy sponge, she began cleaning Mary Sue's face. He couldn't remember ever having a woman (besides his mother) taking care of him... in his former life.

"So what was your folks' Ranch like?" she asked as she moved the sponge.

"I don't really... remember much of anything... before I came here," she replied honestly.

"I see. I guessing seeing your folks gunned down like that would be a trauma I'd wanna forget too."

"No, I don't remember... anything. I don't remember being a child... I don't remember playing with my parents and my siblings... I don't remember mom's cooking... When I went back to the Ranch with you to bury my kinfolk, it all looked... unfamiliar to me." His memories of Mary Sue's felt about as real to him as reading from a bland, dry history textbook.

"Well you sure made some new memories here, cousin," mused Sallie Mae.

Yeah, those memories seemed more relatable to him, even though they still felt like watching a video or something from an old compact disk. While she managed to play around with the others, it was mainly Sallie Mae and Millie who were mostly her companions.

The sponge dipped under the water as it scrubbed her chest.

"I remember how many times you'd wake up yelling in the night because of some nightmare," she mused, "and you had to slip into bed with me to calm down and go back to sleep. We'd take turns spooning each other." Sallie Mae paused to smile at that.

His memories of that made him feel the warm fuzzies.

Suddenly Mary Sue froze as she looked at Sallie Mae.

"Oh right," she said coyly, "You wanna wash... those bits down under... yourself. Well I'll just scrub you back first."

"Thank you."

"Besides, we don't wanna take too long or we'll miss breakfast, sweetie."

Mary Sue leaned forward to let Sallie Mae scrub her back.

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by neorenamon

Mary Sue sat at the table wondering just how much food she actually ate. In addition to the Tombstone Toast, eggs and bacon, there was a stack of flapjacks, baked beans, a few large apples, and a pint of beer (all of which disappeared without effort into her mouth). It was a big plate of food for a big day of work. Leaning back in her chair, she mused "That was a wonderful breakfast, mom."

Everyone paused as she clapped a hand over her mouth.

"It's alright, sweetie," mused Lin, "I'm plum flattered you can think of me like that."

Joe smiled.

Then she cut loose with a belch so loud and powerful, her chair fell over completely onto the floor. This of course prompted every man in the room (and Sallie Mae) to try and outdo her, but with no success. Joe did come close. 

Sallie Mae (sitting next to Mary Sue) helped her get up and right her chair.

Just then, a ranch hand (who had their own hall for dining and their own trail chef to cook) came in with a rolled up piece of paper. He handed it over to Joe, and left without a word. He unrolled it and stared at it for a moment or two. As he looked, he mused, "Interesting".

"What's interesting?" asked Mary Sue.

"Hm?" he asked, and then replied "The 'Shitting Bull Ranch' is having a Breeder Battle."

"The what?"

Sallie Mae turned her head to look into her eyes, and said, "You really have forgotten a bunch this time, haven't you?"

"It's okay," replied Joe, "When a Ranch Boss needs money bad, and they're low on livestock, they hold a Breeder Battle. Each Ranch puts up money and they want to compete for half of the take, and the right to take a hot wife for one of their boys. The other half of the money lets the Ranch to stay open longer. It becomes their duty to make some heirs for the family of the winner."

'Barbaric,' fumed Mary Sue.

"It's a tradition around here," sighed Sallie Mae as she read the displeasure in Mary Sue's face.

Handing her the scroll, she looked at the wood carving of "the prize" they used to print the flyers.

'Holeey shiite,' he thought, 'It would take about ten pairs of my tits and ass to match hers!'

He glanced over to see Sallie Mae staring too.

"I guess it's true," smirked Joe.

"What's that?" asked Sallie Mae.

"Her grandmother on her mother's side is a full blooded succubus."

"Yeah, that would explain a bunch..."

Glancing at his sons at the table, he mused, "I think we'll enter too. It would be nice to have some grandchildren from one of you."

The boys glanced at each other and nodded.

"Generally speaking," said Sallie Mae quietly, "The son that wins the competition gets the woman even if a Ranch has several men entering."

"It's about a week from now," mused Joe, "but no one better be slacking because of this!"

The boys nodded again.

"All right then. Let's finish eating and get to work," mused Joe as he stood. He was already done.

Soon, only Lin and Mary Sue remained. While Lin started boiling the dishwater, she gathered the silverware and plates to pile them by the sink.

"It's nice that you're so helpful with the Ranch hands and me," sighed Lin, "I wish a bit of you would rub off on Sallie Mae. She just wants to do the ranch stuff with the boys."

"It's the least I can do, Mom."

Lin paused to giver her a big hug.

She started washing the dishes while Lin dried and stored them along with the silverware.

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by neorenamon

A few days later, Mary Sue and Sallie Mae were finishing up collecting a few stray sows (who got loose when the Mary Sow sat on the fence line and broke it) when they noticed a commotion up at the entrance to the homestead.

"What's going on?" asked Mary Sue.

"Hopefully it's just Joe trying to make excuses for another one of the boys getting drunk and disorderly," came the terse reply, "but let's just go over there so we can point and laugh."

Looking back at the rebuilt fence around the hog pen, she followed her cousin into the compound.

There was a half a dozen riders there, one of whom was speaking to Joe from horseback. Then she noticed one of the riders was no man.

"Unholy shiite," muttered Sallie Mae, "It's the woman prize from the breeder brawl!"

It looked like the wood carving of her was no exaggeration. Her tits and ass were just as big and plump as advertised. Without even looking, she reached over, put her hand under Sallie Mae's jaw, and shut her trap. Joe's sons and most of the (male) ranch hands were drooling too.

Sallie Mae followed Mary Sue over as she looked bored, although it was contrasted by the large club over her shoulder (that looked more like a heavy duty baseball bat).

She looked at them, and said, "What do YOU want?"

"I just want to know why someone as pretty as you is going to be given away as some kind of breeding sow," mused Mary Sue.

"Because Dad figures I would attract the most contestants and the most gate money," she snarled back, "and it's about the only way to make sure we make enough Mammon Bucks to keep the Ranch from foreclosing."

"Are you good with this?"

"No!" she snapped, "But what I want doesn't matter!"

Everyone paused at her outburst before they went back to what they were doing.

"It's wrong," said Mary Sue, "Just all kinds of wrong."

Her expression softened a bit as she reached down to pat Mary Sue's head. "What are you gonna do about it? Fight to make me your bitch?"

Mary Sue smiled, but it passed quickly.

"As much as I would be interested in trading cows for sows," mused Joe, "I don't think we have the extra sows for that. If you want, though, why don't you and your boys..." Pausing, he looked at the woman. "Come in for a spell. Have a beer or something."

"I'd love to," said the other man, "but we got several more ranches to hit before we go home."

Mary Sue leaned closer and asked, "I don't even know what your name is."

She leaned down as she replied, "Thom Ann Jerri."

Mary Sue mentally facepalmed as she remembered something from his other life.

The club tapped her on the head as Thom Ann Jerri added, "Well, ain't you the naughty little thing? Why don't you come to the competition and I'll make sure you get the best corndogs and beer in Hell."

She nodded along with Sallie Mae. Her cheeks were burning as she wondered how someone with bright red skin could blush.

Joe walked by, taking one of them under each arm as he said, "Come on, we gotta make sure that fence is fully fixed before Mary Sow makes another opening in it."

The riders were starting to ride off when she noticed Thom Ann Jerri smiling at them. She even gave them a little wave.

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by neorenamon

After spending nearly half a day on the road, Mary Sue, Sallie Mae and the others arrived at the Shitting Bull Ranch. The horses and the wagons were collected in front near the road, with a temporary corral for all of the horses. A few armed men patrolled the perimeter to discourage theft attempts.

After the horses were set in the corral, everyone made their way into the compound. A boxing ring had been constructed in the middle of the front clearing, with a few bleachers set around it. There was also a pen for the brawlers to wait to be called from.

Joe set off for the registration table to sign up his sons, and pay the registration fee for them and the Ranch as a whole. Lin wouldn't let Joe compete now that he wasn't some young stallion anymore, not that he minded. Lin was all he needed.

As they looked about, they heard a sultry voice say behind them, "So you came?"

They turned to see Thom Ann Jerri looking at them with a suspicious smile on her face.

"Well I did promise you corn dogs and beer," she mused as she gestured the womenfolk to follow her.

They passed by the table set outside with a platter of corn dogs and a keg of beer heading towards the main household. They went around to the side to what they guessed was a doorway into the kitchen. Gesturing them to wait, she went inside to only return moments later with a platter holding half a dozen corn dogs and two large pewter mugs.

Sallie Mae swiped one by the wooden stick and bit in half with a single bite.

Mary Sue also got one, but she bit into it more delicately.

"That's amazing!" gushed Sallie Mae.

"Incredible!" agreed Mary Sue.

Then they grabbed a mug of brew with their other hand, taking a swig of beer.

"Interesting," said Mary Sue, "A honey malt beer with notes of cinnamon and molasses."

Sallie Mae blinked, but Thom said, "Why... that's absolutely right. You must have a discriminating palate, my dear."

"Lucky guess," she replied sheepishly.

"Gonna watch the fights with the menfolk?" she asked, changing the subject.

"Hell yeah!" said Sallie Mae.

Mary Sue simply nodded.

"Of course, I have to watch too," mused Thom, "to see who I'm gonna be bred with."

"Wait and see."

"Well, I guess I'll mingle until the fights start around noon. I hope it will be more interesting than gossiping hens and posturing roosters."

They were bored out of there gourds until people began moving into the stands around noon.

Sallie Mae went into the stands to sit with Joe and Lin.

"Say," asked Joe, "Where's Mary Sue?"

Looking around, Sally Mae realized she was nowhere to be found. "Probably getting another beer," she mused.

The announcer began reading off the list of Ranches and their fighters. 30 names were read off. As their names were read, they entered they entered the stadium area and made a line. He was just reading off the last name when someone rushed up with a sheet of paper.

"I wonder what this is about?" asked Joe.

"Looks like there's been a last minute entry here, folks. He looked at the sheet as he said "From the 'I Don't Give a Ranch', we have one contestant." He paused to look at the sheet, and then ask a hushed question to the guy next to him. Turning back, he said "The last contestant is a boy named... Mary Sue?"

Silence fell over the crowd as Mary Sue walked in.

"Hey, that's a dame!" shouted one of the men in the audience, "She can't compete!"

"Nothing in the rules that say it has to be a male imp."

The audience murmured and whispered, and they could catch phrases like "She's got no chance", "She's getting crushed" and "I'd fuck her." Thom Ann Jerri just stared wide-eyed at the woman competitor.

"Lots must be drawn to see who fights who in the first round," he mused, "but since Mary Sue is an odd number, she won't have to fight in the first round."

The men mostly grumbled.

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by neorenamon

Lots were drawn to see who would get matches in the first round, taking about an hour or so to pull them and put them on the tournament brackets. Making side bets were not forbidden, so many did so.

Early favorites including such colorful names as Bruticus, Devilboy, Jake the Snake, Mongo, the Mostly Naked Kid, Spawn of Satan, the Terror and Yosemite Imp. First, Mary Sue and Sallie Mae rolled their eyes as the names were announced, and again when they were written on the tournament bracket board. Some of the contestants were heavily favored as they had won past Breeder Battles and had their own breeding bitches already.

The first round would take most of the rest of the day. A number of people would go home, and return in the morning. Others would camp out near the horses.

The favored ones managed to beat the crap out of their opponents with little difficulty or surprise. 

Jake the Snake won his first round by gouging his opponent's eyes out.

The Terror hit his opponent in the side of the head, then used his tail to choke them to death.

Mongo crushed a poor opponent in a Bear Hug.

Mary Sue realized that no one was called out for a foul. She wasn't sure if anyone would be disqualified even if it was a deliberate murder.

Sallie Mae seemed pretty pumped about the fighting and the carnage.

As the sun was setting, they went to an open area and set up a few tents before going to one of the chuckwagons they had brought in to feed their guests. It was mostly pork and beans with brown sugar, and malt beers. It was cheap, hot and filling.

By the time they were done, several campfires had been set up around the corral. People moved into various spots to lay out their blankets and sleeping bags before turning in. Soon, the sky had darkened leaving only the glow of the fires behind. Another shift of armed men walked around making sure the local wildlife didn't cause too much of a fuss.

Suddenly, they opened their eyes to a golden light shining down on them. Everything was gone save for an endless expanse of white.

"Who's there?!" he asked.

"You know that already," replied a musical woman's voice.

"Why am I in Hell?! What kind of reward is that?!"

"You aren't the first one to inhabit that body," she replied, "but the first male soul. We had no other choice."

"Because?!" he fumed.

"A threat to both Hell and Heaven will appear there. Something that can only be handled by someone on the Hell side of things."

"So what happened to the last soul in Mary Sue's body?"

"Remember that headache you had?" she asked, "That was the after effect of Mary Sue dying from alcohol poisoning."

He gave a soft gasp.

"We had to act quickly because we couldn't set up another sleeper agent in time. We couldn't just stick the same soul back in that body."

"So what am I supposed to do?!"

"When the time comes, you will know," she said in a mother-knows-best sort of way.

When Mary Sue woke up, she could feel things had changed and not in a good sort of way. Someone was laying on top of her, and she felt like a double-barreled shotgun was pressed into the side of her head.

"How dare you sleep with my woman!" growled some guy.

"I'm not your woman yet," growled another feminine voice.

"A formality!" he snapped.

Mary Sue surprised herself when she snarled, "Get that fucking gun out of my face! If you're going to shoot me, make damn sure you kill me with the first shot! You won't get another!" To her surprise, he backed off.

"Wait... Are you challenging Mary Sue to duel over me?!" asked Thom.

"Uh... yeah... I am!"

"Pistols at dawn, no more than 5 shots," she said as if she had seen or done this sort of thing before.

'I am so dead!' she thought, 'So fucking dead!'

"Fine!" he replied, "But you better not be cheating on me already!"

"It's another woman," snarled Thom, "How can it be cheating?!"

"I... uh... wel..."

A few hammers clicked around them.

"You're keeping us awake," said Joe forcefully, "get along little doge while you still can."

"This isn't over yet!" he barked as he turned, and walked away with the pair of men he had alongside him.

"Now go to sleep, there's stuff to do tomorrow," said Joe as the revolvers were uncocked and put away.

"You heard him," whispered Thom, "I guess I have to spend the night here with you." Mary Sue could feel her hot breath on her neck. "Well a good night kiss is in order..."

Giving her a full mouth to mouth kiss, she could feel a long thin tongue enter her mouth. It wrapped around her tongue like it was hugging it.

'So. much. tongue,' she thought.

"C'mon kiddies," mused Sallie Mae, "Save something for tomorrow."

'If I survive tomorrow...'

Just before she rested her head on Mary Sue's shoulder, she whispered into her ear, "Good night... my love."

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by neorenamon

Mary Sue had to admit sleeping with a warm Thom laying on top was pleasant, and the full throated kiss was pretty hot too.

Her sleep was disturbed as a crowd approached their campfire. She could even see a tin star on one of them.

"Time to die," he snarled as he came into the campfire's light.

Thom rolled off Mary Sue's side as Mary stood up.

"Friends of yours?" asked Mary as she looked at the crowd.

"Witnesses," he mused, "Witnesses who will spread the fame of the Mucho Rancho Kid."

'Another stupid name,' sighed Mary Sue.

"And what's she supposed to do for a gun?" asked Thom.

He tossed something at her feet as he growled, "This will do."

It was a revolver in a holster, but the wasn't sure what the holster was attached to. When Thom put in on her, she realized it was a bandolier-style holster (though it did look and feel like something a preteen child would use). 

Pulling the gun and examining it, she saw it was a cheap rusty revolver that she had to wonder would even shoot. Opening the cylinder, she saw there was only one bullet in the six chambers.

"Aren't there supposed to be 5 shots?"

"Oh, I'll kill you before you even fire once," he snarled.

'Cocky asshole, ain't he?' she fumed.

The two duelists walked away from the campfire as the glow began to rise.

"Once it's bright enough, we take ten paces, turn and open fire," he announced.

The two stood back to back waiting to begin.

The man with the tin star stepped up, and said "It's time."

They took a step... 2... 3... 4... 5...

Mary Sue grew more anxious with each step.

6... 7... 8... 9...

She suddenly stopped and turned sideways as a bullet whizzed across her eyes. The gun was in her hand before she knew it, and she fired it without even looking.

There was a startled yelp, another gunshot, and a sudden, sharp pain in her thigh.

"That bastard tried to cheat!" said Joe.

Lin ran to her side as she fell to her knees. Thom ran up to the other side.

The ranch owner stepped in front of her as he said, "Well since you're wounded now..."

"That don't mean shit!" replied Mary Sue, "I'm still in this fight!"

"My hero," sighed Thom.

"I'll fix her wound," said Lin. She wrapped the wound pretty tight so it wouldn't bleed, and she figured that no artery severed or bone was broken as a result.

"And the next round starts after breakfast," mused the ranch owner.

"I'm rooting for you," whispered Thom in her ear.

Even though she wouldn't drop out, they'll held her round until the end of the day's matches.

In spite of their best efforts, all three of Joe's boys lost their fights. Fortunately, none of them were killed or seriously injured... if you don't count the broken arm.

Thom hovered near Mary Sue for most of the day, which wasn't lost on those following the fights.

Finally, her match came up. It was against Jake the Snake.

"Prepare to lose those pretty eyes," he hissed.

She simply smiled and replied, "Try it, bitch."

He ran at her, aiming to use both hands to grab her by the head. Instead, she grabbed him by the collar and slammed his face into her forehead. They could see a spray of blood and teeth as he fell back onto his ass.

The ref came out, looked at the Snake, and lifted her hand by the wrist as he said, "Winner by knockout: Mary Sue!"

Thom Ann Jerri ran out to administer another full throated kiss to her in front of everyone.

The remaining contestants growled as she made clear her choice of who she wanted to win.

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by neorenamon

The night passed awkwardly for Mary Sue.

The bullet wound in her thigh was stinging, and she woke up in the middle of the night was Thom sleeping on top of her again. This time though, she was completely topless. 

"uh... Thom?" she asked.

"What is it, darling?" mused the topless woman, then her eyes lit up as she smiled and said, "Oh, I know what you want."

She grabbed Mary Sue's hands at the wrists and put her hands palm down on top of her boobs. Out of reflex, her hands squeezed the motherly mounds of Thom.

'AH!' she thought as her cheeks burned, 'What am I doing?!'

Looking at Thom's face, he realized her black hellborn blood was making her cheeks almost black as she blushed hotly. She began a low moan as she closed her eyes.

"Lucky devil," mused Sallie Mae. She turned her head to see her cousin rolled onto her side, propping her head on one arm as she watched the two of them carrying on.

"Oh, someone who likes to watch?" asked Thom as she looked at Mary's cousin.

"Is that a problem?"

"Definitely not, sweetie. I do much of my best work when I'm being watched."

"I'm tempted to bet on Mary Sue to win it all tomorrow," said Sallie Mae with a smile.

"Oh, I remember that you two share a room on your ranch," she replied, "Play your cards right and you might get to do more than just watch."

"I have to... to... fight tomorrow," mused Mary as she let go of Thom's breasts and flipped over.

"Good night, darling," she purred as she pressed her bosom into Mary Sue's back. Her hands reached around to come to rest on Mary Sue's much more modest cleavage.

"Just... don't grope me," she mused as she closed her eyes.

"As you wish," purred Thom.

She managed to get through the rest of the night without death threats or guns being shoved in her face. When she awoke in the morning, she had the feeling that someone was watching them. Opening one eye, she saw a male squatting as he stared at them. It struck her as odd that the guy was only wearing a loincloth and a gun belt with 2 holsters and loops for a couple of dozen bullets. He had white patches all over his body, including almost half of his torso on his right side.

"You just have to be the Mostly Naked Kid," she sighed.

"Damn straight," he replied.

"Save it for the ring," she grumbled. She noticed there was a tent pitched under his loincloth as she added, "keep that damn thing away from me."

"See you in the ring," he smirked as he stood and walked away. As he walked away, she could see a large knife sheathed in the back of his belt.

Getting up, she realized Thom had nothing to cover her breasts, so she took a long bandage out of the wagon, and wrapped it around her chest until it formed a makeshift bra.

Everyone seemed to think it was cute that Thom Ann Jerri insisted on being fed from the same spoon and fork that Mary Sue was using.

Joe turned to Lin and asked, "Remember when we were hopelessly in love like that?"

Lin's giggle was all the response that was needed.

"It's so sweet, I wanna puke," said Sallie Mae in her passive aggressive way.

Thom wagged her finger back and said, "Jealousy doesn't suit you, my dear."

"Ah, if you only knew..."

...

Later at the ring...

...

The Kid stood with his back against the corner of the ring as he rested his arms over the ropes. At least his revolvers weren't there anymore.

Mary Sue climbed over the ropes into the ring. He had a cocky grin as he watched.

The two of them locked eyes as they stared at each other.

The ref raised his hand to start the fight when the kid pulled the big knife from behind his back.

"Whoa there partner!" he exclaimed.

"What?"

"You know the rules," he announced, "If one fighter pulls a weapon, the other must be given a change to have a weapon too."

"Fine."

He looked at Mary Sue and asked, "Do you have a weapon?"

She nodded and raised one pointer finger.

"What?" asked the kid.

She walked over to Thom, pointed at herself, and then at the bat.

"You need this, sweetie?" she asked cutely.

Mary nodded, and was rewarded with her bat.

When she turned to the Kid, he snarled, "A stick?! You're gonna beat me with a stick?!"

They waited for the ref to officially start the match. His snarl turned into a sneer.

"Tell you what," he growled, "After I beat you, I'm gonna strip you and fuck you in front of everyone!"

Mary Sue just rolled her eyes. She glanced down to see his boner had returned. It just made her mad.

'Just ignore it,' she though, 'He's just trying to get you to make a mistake. Give him an opening.'

He stepped up swinging. His attacks were wild and easy to avoid. Still, she was getting pressured back into a corner.

'Wait for him to screw up.'

She turned aside as he nearly slashed her chest, but the tip of the blade caught the collar of the shirt, slicing through. As her top opened, she realized the bra has been slashed at well. There was a thin line diagonal across her chest that began leaking blood.

"Well well," he smirked, "A fight and a tittie show. I have to remember to show my gratitude while I fuck you."

The next swing caught the bat near the handle, making her let go of it instead of getting her hand cut. The bat fell to the floor.

"Show some respect, you fucker!" snarled Thom.

Mary Sue could feel the anger rising. She realized that this guy was really skilled with a knife, and he had been toying with her the whole round.

He glanced at Thom and said, "I've think after I win you, I'm going to strip and fuck you both stupid in front of everyone!"

Mary stepped towards him as she growled, "No! You! Won't!"

Her sight turned red as he charged her.

The next thing Mary Sue knew, she was kneeling in the ring in the midst of a bloody mess. A headless body lay before her. Thom and Lin was at her sides holding her up by her upper arms.

"You okay?" asked Lin.

"Why wouldn't I be?" replied Mary.

"You were stabbed in the leg before you popped his head like a rotten tomato."

Looking down, there sure was a large knife sticking into the thigh that hadn't been shot before. For some reason, the adrenaline in her was so high that she hadn't even felt it yet.

"Look like the contender has been wounded ag..."

"FUCK THAT!" she howled, "I'M STILL FIGHTING!"

"Well there you have it folks: Mary Sue refuses to quit the fight."

There was applause and cheers from some in the audience.

The ranch owner came in and said, "Keep it up, kid. We're gonna make a killing on the side bets." He leaned closer and said, "At least a thousand Mammon bucks have been bet on you, even if you are an underdog."

Lin pulled the knife and began wrapping the wound.

Soon, she could hear people chanting, "Mary Sue!" over and over.

Mary leaned into Thom's shoulder as she said softly, "I'll make you mine... even if it kills me."

"No," she replied, "I'm not worth dying for."

"Yes you..."

When Mary stopped, Thom realized she had fainted.

"C'mon folks," said the ref, "Make room. Let them carry her out. She needs her rest for tomorrow."

Between Lin and Sallie Mae, they managed to carry Mary Sue away from the ring. The day for Mary Sue had ended.

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by neorenamon

Mary Sue awoke in the dark. It felt strange when he realized Thom wasn't on top of her.

There was someone else there.

"Look, kid," said the Ranch Owner in a low voice, "You have about as much chance of beating Mongo as a snowball... in the Wrath Ring."

"Gee, thanks for the pep talk there, Dad," she replied.

"Just being realistic here."

"Good. Now let me..."

"Now hold on there, sweetie," he continued, "I'm offering you a deal. As much as I really need every Mammon buck to keep this ranch open, I'm willing to give you some if you'll just throw the fight with him."

"Uh-huh..."

"I'm talking 20% of everything... the prize money, the side bets on you... Now doesn't that sound better than getting crushed into paste?"

"And Thom?"

"That sex pot?" he replied, "You can do better. But if you have to have her, I suppose you can trade your money for her with Mongo after he wins her."

'And this guy is Thom's father?!' fumed Mary Sue.

"You don't have to say anything," he continued, "Just let Mongo grab you in a hug and give up. No one will think of you badly for giving up to that mountain of man-meat." She could almost see him smirk even though the campfire was behind him. "See you tomorrow."

He got up and walked quietly away.

After a moment, she heard Sallie Mae say softly, "What did the rat fucker want?"

"He said he'll pay me to throw the fight against Mongo."

"You believe him?"

"I have my doubts," she sighed.

"I like how he tried to make you feel guilty about winning," added Sallie Mae, "'I need every Mammon buck to keep this ranch open'. He must think you're really gullible."

"How so?"

"That guy owns several ranches, most of which he got by foreclosing on them. He pretty much has a wife and children in every one of them. That guy's rolling in the dough."

"Somehow... I'm not surprised."

"So you gonna throw in the towel tomorrow?" mused Sallie.

"I can't. I gave Thom my word."

"I believe in you," she sighed. Glancing over, he saw Sallie Mae holding out her hand. It was a bit of a stretch, but Mary Sue reached out and took a hold of it. "Good night... sister."

Chapter Text

by neorenamon

It felt strange not waking up to being smothered under Thom Ann Jerri's breasts.

She sat up as her thighs ached, thinking 'I need to beat Mongo no matter what'.

"Just be careful," said Sallie Mae.

"I'm determined," she replied, "not suicidal."

"So if you can't win, you'll give up?"

"Yes, but only when I decide I can't win."

"I don't see how you can beat him without a big gun," she replied as she crawled over.

"I got my big guns right here," she said as she raised her arms and performed a bicep flex.

"Yeah... I'm really worried now."

Mary Sue laughed and playfully punched her in the shoulder.

"So," she asked, "If you do win Thom, you gonna share with you cousin?"

"That's up to her."

Sallie Mae smiled.

"Wait," mused Mary Sue, "You aren't jealous of Thom's tits and ass, are you?"

"I guess... I don't want her to get between us," she replied.

"Oh, never. You have nothing to worry about there, sister."

Sallie Mae slipped closer as she said, "because... I do love you." She grabbed a horn and pulled Mary Sue in deep kiss. But then it suddenly ended when they heard Lin clear her throat.

...

Later at the ring...

...

Mary Sue looked across the ring from her corner to Mongo's corner. Standing head and shoulder above her, he stood as a mountain of muscle weighing about 4 times as much as she did.

He looked like his picture would be next to the dictionary definition of Intimidating.

The Ranch Owner seemed busy whispering something in Mongo's ear.

"Before we begin," said the announcer, "I have a special judge to introduce."

People paused 

"Straight from Rock Ridge, we have the Waco Kid!"

A rather plain looking imp walked up to the ring.

"Howdy folks!" he announced.

Most folks shrugged like they didn't know who the Waco Kid was.

"Now there's a few minutes before the match starts," they added, "So make sure you have you last minute bets placed."

She didn't take her eyes off Mongo, even though Mongo seemed to be aimlessly looking around. Looking around, she could see her family around her corner of the ring. Sallie Mae made a thumbs up gesture towards her. Mary Sue returned the gesture.

The ref called them both to the center of the ring. As they shaked hands, she leaned in and asked, "If you win the match, would you be willing to sell Thom Ann Jerri to me?" He had a grip of iron, not that that surprised her.

Mongo shook his head 'no'.

That was all she needed to know. They returned to their corners.

The Ranch Owner leaned close enough to say something to Mongo that was just loud enough for her to hear. "Mongo," he said, "Crush that bitch."

She sighed heavily.

The bell rang as the two of them approached each other. Then they circled each other in the ring.

"It looks like they're sizing each other up," said the Waco Kid.

"Her only chance is to make sure Mongo doesn't get his hands on her."

"Wait, is she getting right in Mongo's face?"

Mongo wrapped his arms around her torso.

"Is she stupid? Does she have a death wish?"

He began applying his killer bear hug. He spine popped as it got tighter and tighter, and then she screamed.

"It's almost over!"

"Wait," said the Kid, "Something's happening."

"Yeah," he agreed, "Is she hugging Mongo back? Can she even have a chance to outmuscle Mongo?"

They soon heard popping sounds from Mongo's back.

The crowd began chanting "Mary Sue" over and over.

"What if these two crush each other?" asked the announcer, "Who would win?"

Suddenly, Mongo fell back with Mary Sue on top of him.

"Please," she said quietly, "I need Thom. I love Thom. Please let me have her." Tears leaked from her eyes, dripping from her chin onto his chest.

"I think the first one to stand will win."

Mary Sue struggled to get up. Even without his arm over her, she struggled to get on her hands and knees.

"Wait folks. I think Mongo is stirring too."

Sitting up, Mongo grabber her right arm.

"Oh no, will Mongo just rip that arm off her body?!"

He looked at her tear stained face, and lifted her up by said arm.

"I don't believe it!" he announced, "Mongo is letting Mary Sue win this!"

"This is definitely something new," commented the Kid.

"MARY SUE WINS!!"

The crowd cheered wildly.

The Ranch Owner suddenly stepped into the ring with a revolver drawn. "I TOLD YOU TO CRUSH HER!!" he swore as he began shooting Mongo in the back.

"He shouldn't have done that," mused the Kid.

"Why?"

"Shooting Mongo just upsets him."

Mongo stood before turning on the Ranch Owner (who was out of bullets).

Sallie Mae jumped the ring, turning her to bury her face in her long hair.

Oh there was screaming, breaking and mashing going on in the ring.

Thom Ann Jerri jumped the ring to join them.

"I love you,:" said Mary Sue as she kissed Thom on the lips hotly.

A few minutes later, she heard Joe say "We have a little time before we go. Get a couple more corn dogs and beer before we leave."

"Okay, dad," she replied softly. She could just about feel the warmth of his smile.

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by neorenamon

After a light meal, Mary Sue, Sallie Mae and the Rough and Tumbleweed Ranch crew were getting ready to go home.

Thom Ann Jerri was too happy to share a saddle with Mary Sue.

As they headed out to the main road, Mary Sue noticed Mongo and the Waco Kid standing near the entrance. Diverting her horse, she walked up by Mongo. He barely had to look up to meet her gaze.

Leaning over, she whispered into his ear, "Thank you, Mongo. You're the best."

He looked around awkwardly as he said, "Aw, Mongo is just pawn in big game of life."

She replied, "Well, the pawn can take any piece the other side has. With a little cooperation, a pawn can checkmate a king." Planting a kiss on his forehead, she leaned back and smiled.

"Well," said the Waco Kid, "Be careful or Mongo might take a shining to you."

"I know," she mused, "and I like him too."

"Well Mongo, it's time for me to get you back to Rock Ridge. Now where did you park your ox?"

"Okay," he replied, "Goodbye nice lady."

"Take care, Mongo," she mused as she rode away.

Thom wrapped her arms about Mary Sue's torso as she leaned into a hug. "Thank you," she said softly, "You nearly let Mongo crush you just for me."

"Well... it was worth it."

"But... what will you do with me?"

"Well, can you cook and clean?" asked Mary Sue.

"Sure," she replied.

"I'm sure Lin could use some extra hands around the house. When you're done for the day, you can do what you want." She might have not felt so confident if she could see Thom smiling behind her.

Her hands played across her shirt.

"Thom?" she asked.

"Yes darling?"

"Are you feeling up my tits?"

"Yes I am," replied Thom.

"Well as long as we understand each other..."

...

Later...

...

By the time they got home, the sun was at its brightest. It was time to worry about lunch.

"You know," said Joe to Mary Sue, "You look like about 10 miles of bad road."

"I resemble that remark," she replied.

"Why don't you go to bed now?" he answered, "I'll have someone bring you some dinner tonight."

"Thanks Dad."

"You did real good in the brawl," he added, "I'm proud of you."

Mary Sue smiled. When she walked into the bunkhouse, she was too tired to object to Sallie Mae and Thom Ann Jerri coming in behind her. They stripped her naked and tucked her into bed. They both gave her a wet kiss on her cheek. "I love you," she muttered as she drifted into sleep.

She awoke a few hours later to find Thom and Sallie having a large bowl of stew, and a fairly large soup spoon. They took turns feeding her until it was all gone, and a few good swigs of beer to wash it all down.

With a hot mouth to mouth kiss, Thom made Mary more comfortable before she drifted off to sleep once more.

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by neorenamon

Mary Sue awoke again, and realized immediately that something was amiss. Perhaps it was the fact that ropes held her arms and legs spread and taut, or maybe it was the gag in her mouth. It felt like the least strange part was having Thom naked on top of her. She mumbled something unintelligible into the gag.

"Well you said to do what I want," she mused, "and what I want is to make you... so very happy."

She realized that Thom had a hand down between her legs vigorously rubbing her private bits. When she leaned in, she went back to licking and sucking at her nipple.

Turning her head as far as she could, she noticed that her arms were tied down with enough rope to keep Mongo from escaping.

'The worst part...' she mused, 'is how enjoyable this all is.'

"I'm sorry that I don't have much experience with... pleasuring a woman," she mused, "I'm... improvising here."

'Doing a damn good job of it.'

Still, she wasn't entirely thrilled with the notion of being so defenseless.

"It won't be much longer," sighed Thom as she rubbed between her legs more deeply. Her crotch felt so wet.

Still, her thighs hurt from her injuries, and she couldn't do much with just her arms.

'Then don't use my power in your whole body at the same time,' said a voice in Mary Sue's head.

'Great,' she fumed, 'I already have voices in my head?'

She paused as a strong orgasm swept across her body.

'Now what did they mean by 'don't use my power in your whole body at the same time'?' She decided to focus all of her attention on one arm. The right arm seemed the most convenient. The arm tensed as she felt the muscles begin to contract. The ropes stretched tighter.

Thom seemed to feel things were changing when she looked Mary Sue in the eyes. "Is there something wrong?" she asked, "Am I not trying hard enough?"

One of the ropes snapped.

Thom looked more frightened.

Her arm flexed and broke two more ropes.

"Darling?!"

More ropes broke.

Thom had a look bordering on terror. "No..." she whimpered.

Her arm was nearly free.

Putting her face in Mary Sue's shoulder, she begged, "Don't hurt me..." Her body was shaking all over.

When the last rope broke, the only thing that happened was Mary Sue hugging Thom. Now she looked confused.

Reaching up, Mary Sue pulled the gag down as she said, "You don't have to do anything for me. I love you just the way you are."

"You do?" she replied as tears began leaking from the corners of her eyes.

"Yes," she answered, "I know I was a little vague about what I wanted you to do, but that's on me. Not you."

"Everyone... I was told to sleep with before... demanded something from me," she sniffed. More tears came from her eyes.

"I demand nothing, but I'll gladly accept whatever you offer."

"You're the sweetest person I've ever met," she sobbed before going into a deep kiss on Mary Sue's mouth. She would spend the rest of the night on Mary before untying her in the morning.

Mary Sue had the feeling there was an audience in the nearby bed.

Chapter Text

by neorenamon

Mary Sue awoke in the morning to see Thom rubbing an orange paste on her thigh wounds. The cream made her skin tingle and felt a bit cold.

"Whatcha doin?" she asked.

"Oh, this is just a healing poultice my mother taught me how to make," she mused.

"She's half succubus, isn't she?"

"She..." replied Thom awkwardly, "Yes."

"So what did she see in your ranch owning father?"

"He had more money than any of her other suitors," she replied.

"I'm surprised we didn't see her at the Breeder Brawl."

"That's because... she's no longer with us."

Mary Sue used her elbows to partially sit up. "I'm sorry for your loss."

"Yes, I do miss her..."

"Did your mother know about the other ranches... the other families?"

"If she knew, she never talked about it."

"How did he treat her?" asked Mary, "He didn't seem like a nice guy."

"Oh, he hit her... a fair amount," she replied, "Always told me that... she like it rough."

"You bought that?"

"If I questioned it, he would... smack me across my jaw or punch me in the side of my head."

"Kinda glad Mongo got rid of him," grumbled Mary.

"He was there when... Mom died."

"Did he have anything to do with her death?"

"Well they went out riding one day, and only he came back," she sighed, "He claimed a highway robber shot and killed her, and when he fired back, the bandit was wounded and retreated."

"Nothing suss about that..."

"He never identified the bandit, and no one was ever arrested for the killing."

"Did they... ever fight?"

"Yes," she replied, "I could hear them argue at night when they thought I was well asleep. I could hear it when he came to punching Mom. There was a number of times when she had a black eye the next day."

"Well I swear I'll never hit you," said Mary, "I'll never let anyone abuse you. I'd sooner die before I let that happen."

"I know," relied Thom before she sniffed and a few tears leaked from her eyes. She placed one hand behind Mary's back, and another on her bosom before planting a deep kiss on her lips. She rubbed Mary's back and her breasts at the same time. They both closed their eyes until Sallie Mae fake coughed in her bed. Still, the kiss lasted a few minutes in spite of the attempted distraction.

"Would you love me if I wasn't part succubus?" asked Thom as the kiss ended.

"Absolutely," replied Mary.

"Even the play with the ropes?"

Mary's faced burned as she blushed, the black blood causing her cheeks to darken as it came closer to the surface of her skin.

"Well I didn't know my cousin was kinky," mused Sallie Mae.

"You jealous, sweetie?" asked Thom, "Perhaps you want my attention too?"

She grumbled before she replied, "Nah, I'm good."

Mary Sue didn't quite believe that the response was sincere since she was blushing too. 

Sallie Mae turned her head away to look out the window as if trying to hide her blush.

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by neorenamon

Mary Sue thought she was still dreaming when she woke up to her head comfortably laying on Thom's chest pillows, how she got a bath from her with all the personal attention she could manage, got her dressed in clean clothes, or how she ran off to the house to begin helping Lin with the cooking, cleaning and chores. By the time she got to the house, it was full of the smell of food as the rest of the family and hired hands came in to eat.

If Lin didn't object to being sidelined in her own kitchen, Thom may well have been handling everything herself.

Before she knew it, she was getting food shoved in her face as if she were an infant. A fact that was not lost on Sallie Mae, although she made an effort to appear oblivious to it.

When a massive belch erupted from Mary Sue, she realized she was keeping the chair from being knocked over by holding on to the back of it. It just rocked a bit on the back legs.

"Sorry," she murmured.

"It's all right," replied Thom, "It just shows me how much you like the food in these parts."

"You know," mused Lin, "With how good she is with the cooking, cleaning and chores, she'll make someone a fine wife."

Thom laid an arm across her shoulders as she whispered "someone..."

She slowly looked in her direction as she mouthed the word "wife..."

"OH YES!" she squealed as she grabbed Mary Sue's head and plunged it between her breasts.

After a minute, she began flailing her arms until Lin whispered to Thom, "She still needs to breathe, sweetie."

"Oh sorry," she said as she let her go gasping for air.

Mary Sue looked around at the men in the room, most of whom appeared to be considering if being smothered to death by breasts was a good or great way to die.

"Anyways," said Thom casually, "I spoke to Mrs. Lin this morning and she needs supplies from Tombstone. As long as we're getting supplies, I figured we could also shop for some... essentials... from the stores around town."

She looked at Joe for signs of disapproval, but saw none. "That's fine, sweetie. I don't have..."

"It's okay," she interrupted, "I have some money I managed to sneak out of the ranch."

"I'm sure I can help with the sacks of hellhog and nightmare feed," offered Sallie Mae.

"Some of the boys can..." offered Joe.

"I'm sure we can handle it."

"Okay... sure," he mused, although Mary Sue could hear a bit of concern in his voice. "Just be sure you have that pistol with you while you're in town," he added.

After all, there was some legit concerns about ladies being accosted by local drunks and bandits, both of which appeared with alarming regularity over in Tombstone.

"When you're done with vittals," mused Joe, "hitch up 4 draft nightmares to the large wagon and head into town. We're running low on hellhog and nightmare feed, and we could use another barrel of nails for when Mary Sow knocks over a section of fence with her big ass."

Mary Sue nodded. She just had a feeling it was going to be... an interesting trip.