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This is the first story where I intentionally went with a peril element. I don't normally do that but some art I saw a while back got me obsessed so I had to get it off of my shoulder. If you like this you can find stories like this and more over on my Patreon and/or Subscribestar.

Enjoy!", "writing": "Marybell watched what was sure to be her last sunrise. The deep blue of the night sky morphed into a ceiling of orange hues as the sun broke over the horizon. Light illuminated the barren Badlands, casting shadows from the wide plateaus across the desert. Were it not for the rope around her neck, the mare would find it beautiful. \n\n\nHeck, she did. She could use a little sentimentality. \n\n\nBorn to a wealthy family up north, Marybell never expected her life to turn out like it did. She reckoned no one ever did, but the benefit of hindsight was a cruel one for most. For her, it just boiled her blood. An heiress like her was destined for a life of luxury. Of galas and balls where she danced with handsome men, talked gossip, and wore the latest fashions. Now her legs burned balancing on the stack of rocks left for her, her voice quiet so as not to break the concentration, and her only fashion was the rope harness keeping her arms behind her back and her tits out. \n\n\nShe wouldn’t be here if her fiance hadn’t swindled her. If only she’d seen the conman then and there, she could still be drinking champagne instead of wishing for water. But no, she’d been ruined by her foolishness and could do nothing against him. So she struck back at the world instead as a bandit. \n\n\nTo her surprise, she was good at it. Within a year she joined a gang robbing trains and caravans, within two she splintered off with a loyal faction right before it imploded. Didn’t matter that she set the fire by spurring on the boss and his most loyal hand, but it was their fault for not seeing her as anything other than a pretty thing. She’d grown strong under them, rivaling a few equines in muscle but never once did she let them know she was clever. \n\n\nHer mistake, if she were being honest, was trying to lead her faction directly. Her followers wanted her intimately and she believed giving them a taste every so often made them easier to control. All it did was make them expect it like a petulant child wanting sweets whenever they passed the store. Marybell never expected they’d go as far as to leave her hanging from a a tree out of nowhere. The rock pile was their last mercy for all she’d done for them. \n\n\nShe should have put her hoof down earlier, and set something up so a botched job didn’t result in this. But the language of the dying was full of woulda, shoulda, coulda, so she rather not speak of it. Trouble was that it left her with nothing but thoughts of her imminent death. Her copper red cheekfur was already matted wet with tears. Nothing short of a miracle would help her.\n\n\nA miracle loomed under the horizon casting a large shadow. Marybell thought it was another cactus until it grew larger. No. She squinted. It was a figure. Her eyes went wide. She screamed, “Help!” she cried, legs burning to keep still so as not to topple her pile’s balance. “Help!” \n\n\nA lone traveler marched her way at a steady pace. A black bunny clad in a dark duster, with a black hat casting a shadow over their eyes. They were a small thing, almost a foot shorter from Marybell without the ears if she guessed. \n\n\n“Please, help me,” Marybell begged, pushing her voice to be breathy and innocent to tug on their heartstrings. She wanted to assume the bunny was a man, but their features were too well hidden to be sure. She’d seen enough women outlaws to not make the assumption. \n\n\n“What happened to you?” The stranger asked, their voice leaning closer to a woman’s despite being both gravelly and deep. \n\n\n“Horrible, horrible, men left me here.” Not a complete lie, which made it all the easier to tell. “They stripped me of…well…everything and left me here to die. I don’t know how much longer I can hold out.”\n\n\nThe bunny looked up, exposing their green eyes. They had a white patch with one of them, breaking the void of black across their fur. They didn’t move, didn’t speak, just stared. \n\n\n“A-Aren’t you going to help?” Marybell asked, trying desperately not to sound frustrated. \n\n\nThe bunny rested a hand on their hip, pulling their duster back just enough to let light glint off their holstered revolver. “These men who left you here, they got a pocket watch?”\n\n\nMarybell, dumbfounded, blinked, “What?”\n\n\nThe rabbit held up their left hand, not their gun hand, and made a small circle with their index finger and their thumb, “Pocket watch. About this small and made of brass. The cover has an X carved into it. Can’t miss it.”\n\n\n“I don’t…How would I know what they were carrying?”\n\n\nThe rabbit’s next words were needles to her heart, “Cause you were there when they took it. Barking orders.” \n\n\nMarybell’s mind snapped back to the memory. Their last job was hitting a small caravan. Nothing special. Barely any guards. They struck at night, rounded up most folks and what guards surrendered or weren’t on watch. Robbed everyone of their valuables, and a few supplies. She didn’t see the rabbit there, but she didn’t do the major looting either. \n\n\nThe rabbit pulled out their pistol with intent. “Way’s I see it, you got two options. You answer my questions, or I leave you here. If I like enough of the answers, I might just give you a Badlands Bedtime.”\n\n\nWhile Marybell had no loyalty to the men who betrayed her, the options didn’t look good no matter her choice. “Please, I just want to live.”\n\n\nThe rabbit cocked back the hammer slowly, “Then I better like your answers. Did your gang take that watch?”\n\n\n“Yes,” she said after a pause, “J-Joey, a coyote, has it.”\n\n\n“How many men?” \n\n\n“Thirteen.”\n\n\nThe rabbit tilted their head, “I only counted nine including you.”\n\n\n“T-There’s a reserve!” Marybell’s panic made it impossible to control her pitch. “I always keep a reserve at the hideout to make sure no one takes it. It’s in a canyon, east of here, in one of those old abandoned cliffside villages.” \n\n\nHer would-be savior took their sweet time looking eastward. “Cliffside villages?” They finally said. \n\n\n“Yup,” Marybell said in lieu of a nod. “Built right into the rock, like some hollowed-out tree. Don’t know what happened to those who used to live there.” She didn’t much care either. In the Badlands, you took what you could. Ruthlessness was mercy upon yourself, and you could only afford to protect yourself. \n\n\n“How far?” \n\n\n“Two days walk,” she bit her lip. Joey and the gang were halfway there by now, maybe less given their loot. The rabbit would come up before they reached it. Hopefully, she’d be long gone by then. \n\n\nThe rabbit watched the canyon in the distance. The wind brushed past them, tossing a single tumbleweed down the path. They walked on, holstering their pistol with the spin of a gunslinger.\n\n\n“H-Hey!” Marybell shouted, trying not to turn else she risked toppling her stones, “I told you what you wanted. Help me down.”\n\n\n“You’ll help yourself soon enough.”\n\n\n“You can’t just leave me here!” While plenty preferred a quick death in the Badlands, Marybell very much preferred being alive and she had no shame in keeping it that way. \n\n\nThe rabbit turned around. “Why not,” they said, making their way over with pistol drawn, “What makes you think I owe you anything.”\n\n\n“I–”\n\n\nThe rabbit kicked one of the rocks away. \n\n\n“Stop!” Marybell shouted, nearly kicking the rabbit if not for the barrel pointed on her. \n\n\nThey kicked out another. “If it weren’t for you I wouldn’t be this far off my path. Besides, it's your fault for being in this mess. Don’t know your gang but if your round-up was any indication you’re an annoying bitch.” \n\n\n“Fu–” The rope bit deeper into her neck as another stone went tumbling, “I’m sorry, ok? I did what I had to to survive. You gotta understand.” \n\n\n“I don’t care.” \n\n\n“You could sell–” The next stone broke her tower. Her words were caught by the noose coiling her neck tight. She could breathe, but that wasn’t a blessing. Each gagged gasp sucked in just enough air to keep her conscious. The motions of her struggle turned her to the sun, its blazing heat doting the cloudless sky. \n\n\nSomething popped. More like a bang, followed by a snap. Marybell hit the ground with a thud, sucking in delicious dusty air so hard her coughs sent her bound arms spasming. A diminutive hand with alarming strength grabbed her by the mane and shoved her against the tree trunk. \n\n\n“Goddamn it, let me…” she coughed, “Let me breathe…” Marybell dropped into demands and orders on reflex despite her position. The rabbit took it well, only grabbing her maw with their free hand instead of using their gun.\n\n\nThey held her for the moment, searching through their satchel for something. Anytime she tried to speak, the rabbit’s finger strength made a counterargument. Finally, they pulled out two bits of rolled-up parchment, unfurling each with a whip. \n\n\nThe first was her, or at least her name and role, the artist’s depiction made her look more menacing than she cared for. The second was Joey, whose picture was not only more accurate but carried a higher bounty dead than hers said alive. \n\n\n“This him?” the rabbit asked. She nodded, keeping questions on why Joey’s was worth more to herself. Some outlaws liked having big bounties. Most preferred not to be known. \n\n\nDespite strength that was unbecoming of a small rabbit, Marybell was able to nod in their grip. The rabbit rolled them back up, “Compared to him, your bounty ain’t worth much and it’s only alive. Nearest town is four days away and there ain’t many streams of freshwater on the way. I don’t have enough water for two people, so what makes you think it’s worth dragging you to town to sell you off?”\n\n\nNow that she had time to catch her breath and wasn’t in immediate danger of strangulation, Marybell could analyze the situation. “Because you think so.”\n\n\n“Come again?” The rabbit raised their brow.\n\n\nShe fought the urge to smile, “You could have let me hang, but you cut me loose. Hell, you shot the rope. Bit of a waste of resources if you’re going after my old gang. So it’s clear you think I’m valuable alive.”\n\n\nThe rabbit grinned. She smirked with satisfaction. “I expected you to be more grateful,” they said.\n\n\n“I try to be pragmatic. You want me alive.”\n\n\nThe rabbit sighed. “What I want, and what I can make happen are two different things. I could just let you go, let you wander the Badlands with nothing but your ties. You’d be dead by nightfall. If I’m to take you along, far enough to sell you, you need to prove yourself as a fruitful slave.”\n\n\nOutside she was smiling. Inside her teeth were clenched. “Of course, sir. Can I get a name for my new master?”\n\n\n“Mistress,”\n\n\n“Pardon?” \n\n\nThe rabbit stood up, disrobing their duster. Circumstances earlier kept Marybell preoccupied from looking at their crotch to notice the remarkable bulge there. But the more the rabbit took off, the more curves they, she, showed, in spite of that big cock. Too big for a rabbit. Then her eyes widened when it slipped out, revealing the mottled phallus of a horse hanging between the bunny’s legs. \n\n\n“Mistress Jude,” She pumped her rod, slowly easing it to an erection. Days-old sweat from trudging the badlands stabbed Marybell’s nostrils, “And first we’re going to see if a mouth like yours is as good at taking as it is giving out orders.”\n\n\nThe shock of seeing a laquine in the flesh left her mouth wide open and defenseless to the thick rod. Jude pressed the flat-head of her cock against those chapped lips and pushed through, sinking inch after inch. A tight tug on Marybell’s mane told her to keep still and be welcoming. No teeth, or no mercy. \n\n\nSalty sweat mixed with her saliva. Unlike most dicks, horsecocks threatened her gag reflex, not that Jude stopped when she heard it. If anything it edged the rabbit on. Her free hand cupped her tiny breasts or teased her nipple to the sound of her prisoner’s straining cry. \n\n\nHer lungs were burning when Jude pulled out, mouth hacking wads of saliva with every cough. Her new mistress rested her wet cock over Marybell’s face, making an effort to keep it there whenever the horse tried shaking it off. Jude dived in just as the mare regained her breathing, cutting her off to another gagging hell. \n\n\nNo stranger to rough sex, Marybell felt there was something different about the way Jude used her. Her old partners, from her fiance to the gang members she controlled by letting them get a taste, used her as a means. A tool to get what they wanted, regardless of her satisfaction. But Jude, this laquine whose thrusts buried deep enough for her balls to hit Marybell’s chin, kept watching her. Those beady green eyes looking for reactions, for the impact the mare felt. She wanted Marybell to feel something. And it lit a fire in her chest. \n\n\n“Needs some work,” Jude rested her drenched cock against the mare’s face. The weight, the stench, and the heat overwhelmed her senses. She still tasted it on her tongue, and breathed its scent with every ragged breath and every hacked-up glob of saliva she spat from her lips. \n\n\n“F…” she gasped for breath, “Fuck you…”\n\n\n“What’d you say?” Jude didn’t sound angry, nor curious as if she’d misheard. There was a playful tone to her words despite the lack of a smile. Holding her cock like a club she batted Marybell’s cheek, “Speak up.”\n\n\n“Fuck you.”\n\n\n“That’s what I thought,” Jude said, hitting the other cheek with her member, “I thought you were supposed to be smart. You may look strong but it takes more than muscle to run a gang. Yet here you are, at my mercy, and you’re insulting me. It’s no wonder your gang left you with a noose.”\n\n\n“Fuck you.” Marybell didn’t realize she was smiling. She had no reason to smile, not when everything Jude said was true. It’d be better to play pretend and worship the rabbit’s cock until she got cocky and loosened her binds. But she didn’t want that. No, she wanted that rabbit’s face to twist into some shape, to make them react. Cause if they did, they’d go harder on her. Focus on her. Use her. \n\n\n“No, bitch. I’m fucking you.” Both hands clasped her skull tight, fingers digging in as Jude hilted her entire length down Marybell’s throat. She held it there, long enough for Marybell’s eyes to roll back and the urge to puke nearly reached its peak. Then she pulled out, slapping her cock over the mare’s face so hard she went down to the dirt. If her arms were free, Marybell would have tried to touch the throbbing across her face. \n\n\nJude didn’t give her much time anyway. Taking the spare rope she bundled it into a tight knot and latched it behind Marybell’s teeth like a bit. She put up a fight, swore and writhed, but deep down she knew it wouldn’t do much. The bunny, for some reason, was stronger than her. She might have been stronger than some of her old underlings. Something about being overpowered by someone so small hit her in an unusual way, one that slipped out as a subtle shudder through her new gag. She caught Jude smiling out of the corner of her eye.\n\n\nWith ungodly strength, Jude hoisted Marybell up, back against the tree while her hooves were thrust into the hair. She gnawed into the robes, suppressing the pain of bark against the skin as the laquine’s wet cock lined up with her cunt. \n\n\nJude whistled. “You’re all matted down here,” she sniffed, “Don’t smell like sweat.”\n\n\nMarybell’s gagged reply turned to a pitched moan as Jude’s cock slipped in, the flat head spreading her lips like the swing doors of a local saloon. Slowly she sank inside, letting the mare feel every tantalizing moment of her cunt filled up with horsecock. Fuck she’d never been so full since…no, not even her ex-fiance matched. Somehow this little rabbit sported a cock bigger than the average stallion, and she knew how to use it. \n\n\nKnew how to use her. \n\n\nThe thrusts were controlled. Slow. Teasing to fill her out. She’d pull a few inches back, then slam in, then again, and again. Marybell clenched her fists, and tightened her chest, knowing somehow that the rabbit was holding back. How could someone so small be this powerful? How could this rabbit dominate her like this? Worst of all, how could she love it so?\n\n\nA smirk crossed the black rabbit’s face. She reduced her pace. Marybell squealed. “What’s that?” Jude’s left ear twitched, “You got something to say?”\n\n\nMarybell held her tongue, not wanting to repeat her humiliating moment of weakness. It’d been so long since anyone brought her close, but this rabbit didn’t deserve it. She told herself then and there she’d rather die in the badlands than give this bounty hunter the knowledge she wanted.\n\n\nJude pulled back more. Marybell screamed, shaking her head as her resolve shattered. She needed it, god, she needed it. Years of banditry with men who reeked and knew nothing of a woman’s needs came crashing down in this one moment. The gag muffled her words but the rabbit smiled, knowing exactly what the mare was saying. \n\n\nSo she sped up. Gradually sinking into her until their hips slapped together. Marybell whinnied and neighed, brought down to her barest sense as the rabbit took her for everything. If she had the strength too she’d lock her legs around the rabbit’s head to keep her there. She had no authority to even try, Jude held all of that. \n\n\nHer first orgasm hit her like a rocket. She forgot the pain, the dirt, and the humiliation, all in favor of the body-shivering ecstasy the rabbit pushed her over. Jude gave her two more when she finished, filling the burning cunt with dollops of seed that seeped out when she withdrew. \n\n\nJude let her collapse into the dirt. Marybell watched lazily to the sky where the sun hung overhead, not breaking out of her stupor until a fully dressed rabbit grabbed what remained of her noose like a leash. Her legs burned and shivered, but Marybell made it to her hooves.\n\n\n“There’s a secret spring not too far in the direction we’re headed. Should last us until town if all things go well. Until then, well…” the rabbit looked over her quarry with interest, “If you’re a good girl and help me get your old henchman, I’ll consider not selling you off when we get to town.” \n\n\nShe pulled the rope taut, “Now come on. We’re burning daylight.”\n\n\nMarybell hung her head. Ashamed, humiliated, and relieved at the idea that her mistress would show lenience if she played nice.\n\n\nNo, it was the fact that she thought of Jude as her mistress. Marybell huffed and grunted as she marched on. Jude slapped her ass, “Keep moving.” The rabbit picked up the rear, hiding her smile from her latest conquest.", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "Marybell watched what was sure to be her last sunrise. The deep blue of the night sky morphed into a ceiling of orange hues as the sun broke over the horizon. Light illuminated the barren Badlands, casting shadows from the wide plateaus across the desert. Were it not for the rope around her neck, the mare would find it beautiful.


Heck, she did. She could use a little sentimentality.


Born to a wealthy family up north, Marybell never expected her life to turn out like it did. She reckoned no one ever did, but the benefit of hindsight was a cruel one for most. For her, it just boiled her blood. An heiress like her was destined for a life of luxury. Of galas and balls where she danced with handsome men, talked gossip, and wore the latest fashions. Now her legs burned balancing on the stack of rocks left for her, her voice quiet so as not to break the concentration, and her only fashion was the rope harness keeping her arms behind her back and her tits out.


She wouldn’t be here if her fiance hadn’t swindled her. If only she’d seen the conman then and there, she could still be drinking champagne instead of wishing for water. But no, she’d been ruined by her foolishness and could do nothing against him. So she struck back at the world instead as a bandit.


To her surprise, she was good at it. Within a year she joined a gang robbing trains and caravans, within two she splintered off with a loyal faction right before it imploded. Didn’t matter that she set the fire by spurring on the boss and his most loyal hand, but it was their fault for not seeing her as anything other than a pretty thing. She’d grown strong under them, rivaling a few equines in muscle but never once did she let them know she was clever.


Her mistake, if she were being honest, was trying to lead her faction directly. Her followers wanted her intimately and she believed giving them a taste every so often made them easier to control. All it did was make them expect it like a petulant child wanting sweets whenever they passed the store. Marybell never expected they’d go as far as to leave her hanging from a a tree out of nowhere. The rock pile was their last mercy for all she’d done for them.


She should have put her hoof down earlier, and set something up so a botched job didn’t result in this. But the language of the dying was full of woulda, shoulda, coulda, so she rather not speak of it. Trouble was that it left her with nothing but thoughts of her imminent death. Her copper red cheekfur was already matted wet with tears. Nothing short of a miracle would help her.


A miracle loomed under the horizon casting a large shadow. Marybell thought it was another cactus until it grew larger. No. She squinted. It was a figure. Her eyes went wide. She screamed, “Help!” she cried, legs burning to keep still so as not to topple her pile’s balance. “Help!”  


A lone traveler marched her way at a steady pace. A black bunny clad in a dark duster, with a black hat casting a shadow over their eyes. They were a small thing, almost a foot shorter from Marybell without the ears if she guessed.


“Please, help me,” Marybell begged, pushing her voice to be breathy and innocent to tug on their heartstrings. She wanted to assume the bunny was a man, but their features were too well hidden to be sure. She’d seen enough women outlaws to not make the assumption.


“What happened to you?” The stranger asked, their voice leaning closer to a woman’s despite being both gravelly and deep.


“Horrible, horrible, men left me here.” Not a complete lie, which made it all the easier to tell. “They stripped me of…well…everything and left me here to die. I don’t know how much longer I can hold out.”


The bunny looked up, exposing their green eyes. They had a white patch with one of them, breaking the void of black across their fur. They didn’t move, didn’t speak, just stared.


“A-Aren’t you going to help?” Marybell asked, trying desperately not to sound frustrated.


The bunny rested a hand on their hip, pulling their duster back just enough to let light glint off their holstered revolver. “These men who left you here, they got a pocket watch?”


Marybell, dumbfounded, blinked, “What?”


The rabbit held up their left hand, not their gun hand, and made a small circle with their index finger and their thumb, “Pocket watch. About this small and made of brass. The cover has an X carved into it. Can’t miss it.”


“I don’t…How would I know what they were carrying?”


The rabbit’s next words were needles to her heart, “Cause you were there when they took it. Barking orders.”


Marybell’s mind snapped back to the memory. Their last job was hitting a small caravan. Nothing special. Barely any guards. They struck at night, rounded up most folks and what guards surrendered or weren’t on watch. Robbed everyone of their valuables, and a few supplies. She didn’t see the rabbit there, but she didn’t do the major looting either.


The rabbit pulled out their pistol with intent. “Way’s I see it, you got two options. You answer my questions, or I leave you here. If I like enough of the answers, I might just give you a Badlands Bedtime.”


While Marybell had no loyalty to the men who betrayed her, the options didn’t look good no matter her choice. “Please, I just want to live.”


The rabbit cocked back the hammer slowly, “Then I better like your answers. Did your gang take that watch?”


“Yes,” she said after a pause, “J-Joey, a coyote, has it.”


“How many men?”


“Thirteen.”


The rabbit tilted their head, “I only counted nine including you.”


“T-There’s a reserve!” Marybell’s panic made it impossible to control her pitch. “I always keep a reserve at the hideout to make sure no one takes it. It’s in a canyon, east of here, in one of those old abandoned cliffside villages.”


Her would-be savior took their sweet time looking eastward. “Cliffside villages?” They finally said.


“Yup,” Marybell said in lieu of a nod. “Built right into the rock, like some hollowed-out tree. Don’t know what happened to those who used to live there.” She didn’t much care either. In the Badlands, you took what you could. Ruthlessness was mercy upon yourself, and you could only afford to protect yourself.


“How far?”


“Two days walk,” she bit her lip. Joey and the gang were halfway there by now, maybe less given their loot. The rabbit would come up before they reached it. Hopefully, she’d be long gone by then.


The rabbit watched the canyon in the distance. The wind brushed past them, tossing a single tumbleweed down the path. They walked on, holstering their pistol with the spin of a gunslinger.


“H-Hey!” Marybell shouted, trying not to turn else she risked toppling her stones, “I told you what you wanted. Help me down.”


“You’ll help yourself soon enough.”


“You can’t just leave me here!” While plenty preferred a quick death in the Badlands, Marybell very much preferred being alive and she had no shame in keeping it that way.


The rabbit turned around. “Why not,” they said, making their way over with pistol drawn, “What makes you think I owe you anything.”


“I–”


The rabbit kicked one of the rocks away.


“Stop!” Marybell shouted, nearly kicking the rabbit if not for the barrel pointed on her.


They kicked out another. “If it weren’t for you I wouldn’t be this far off my path. Besides, it's your fault for being in this mess. Don’t know your gang but if your round-up was any indication you’re an annoying bitch.”


“Fu–” The rope bit deeper into her neck as another stone went tumbling, “I’m sorry, ok? I did what I had to to survive. You gotta understand.”


“I don’t care.”


“You could sell–” The next stone broke her tower. Her words were caught by the noose coiling her neck tight. She could breathe, but that wasn’t a blessing. Each gagged gasp sucked in just enough air to keep her conscious. The motions of her struggle turned her to the sun, its blazing heat doting the cloudless sky.


Something popped. More like a bang, followed by a snap. Marybell hit the ground with a thud, sucking in delicious dusty air so hard her coughs sent her bound arms spasming. A diminutive hand with alarming strength grabbed her by the mane and shoved her against the tree trunk.


“Goddamn it, let me…” she coughed, “Let me breathe…” Marybell dropped into demands and orders on reflex despite her position. The rabbit took it well, only grabbing her maw with their free hand instead of using their gun.


They held her for the moment, searching through their satchel for something. Anytime she tried to speak, the rabbit’s finger strength made a counterargument. Finally, they pulled out two bits of rolled-up parchment, unfurling each with a whip.


The first was her, or at least her name and role, the artist’s depiction made her look more menacing than she cared for. The second was Joey, whose picture was not only more accurate but carried a higher bounty dead than hers said alive.


“This him?” the rabbit asked. She nodded, keeping questions on why Joey’s was worth more to herself. Some outlaws liked having big bounties. Most preferred not to be known.


Despite strength that was unbecoming of a small rabbit, Marybell was able to nod in their grip. The rabbit rolled them back up, “Compared to him, your bounty ain’t worth much and it’s only alive. Nearest town is four days away and there ain’t many streams of freshwater on the way. I don’t have enough water for two people, so what makes you think it’s worth dragging you to town to sell you off?”


Now that she had time to catch her breath and wasn’t in immediate danger of strangulation, Marybell could analyze the situation. “Because you think so.”


“Come again?” The rabbit raised their brow.


She fought the urge to smile, “You could have let me hang, but you cut me loose. Hell, you shot the rope. Bit of a waste of resources if you’re going after my old gang. So it’s clear you think I’m valuable alive.”


The rabbit grinned. She smirked with satisfaction. “I expected you to be more grateful,” they said.


“I try to be pragmatic. You want me alive.”


The rabbit sighed. “What I want, and what I can make happen are two different things. I could just let you go, let you wander the Badlands with nothing but your ties. You’d be dead by nightfall. If I’m to take you along, far enough to sell you, you need to prove yourself as a fruitful slave.”


Outside she was smiling. Inside her teeth were clenched. “Of course, sir. Can I get a name for my new master?”


“Mistress,”


“Pardon?”


The rabbit stood up, disrobing their duster. Circumstances earlier kept Marybell preoccupied from looking at their crotch to notice the remarkable bulge there. But the more the rabbit took off, the more curves they, she, showed, in spite of that big cock. Too big for a rabbit. Then her eyes widened when it slipped out, revealing the mottled phallus of a horse hanging between the bunny’s legs.


“Mistress Jude,” She pumped her rod, slowly easing it to an erection. Days-old sweat from trudging the badlands stabbed Marybell’s nostrils, “And first we’re going to see if a mouth like yours is as good at taking as it is giving out orders.”


The shock of seeing a laquine in the flesh left her mouth wide open and defenseless to the thick rod. Jude pressed the flat-head of her cock against those chapped lips and pushed through, sinking inch after inch. A tight tug on Marybell’s mane told her to keep still and be welcoming. No teeth, or no mercy.


Salty sweat mixed with her saliva. Unlike most dicks, horsecocks threatened her gag reflex, not that Jude stopped when she heard it. If anything it edged the rabbit on. Her free hand cupped her tiny breasts or teased her nipple to the sound of her prisoner’s straining cry.


Her lungs were burning when Jude pulled out, mouth hacking wads of saliva with every cough. Her new mistress rested her wet cock over Marybell’s face, making an effort to keep it there whenever the horse tried shaking it off. Jude dived in just as the mare regained her breathing, cutting her off to another gagging hell.


No stranger to rough sex, Marybell felt there was something different about the way Jude used her. Her old partners, from her fiance to the gang members she controlled by letting them get a taste, used her as a means. A tool to get what they wanted, regardless of her satisfaction. But Jude, this laquine whose thrusts buried deep enough for her balls to hit Marybell’s chin, kept watching her. Those beady green eyes looking for reactions, for the impact the mare felt. She wanted Marybell to feel something. And it lit a fire in her chest.


“Needs some work,” Jude rested her drenched cock against the mare’s face. The weight, the stench, and the heat overwhelmed her senses. She still tasted it on her tongue, and breathed its scent with every ragged breath and every hacked-up glob of saliva she spat from her lips.


“F…” she gasped for breath, “Fuck you…”


“What’d you say?” Jude didn’t sound angry, nor curious as if she’d misheard. There was a playful tone to her words despite the lack of a smile. Holding her cock like a club she batted Marybell’s cheek, “Speak up.”


“Fuck you.”


“That’s what I thought,” Jude said, hitting the other cheek with her member, “I thought you were supposed to be smart. You may look strong but it takes more than muscle to run a gang. Yet here you are, at my mercy, and you’re insulting me. It’s no wonder your gang left you with a noose.”


“Fuck you.” Marybell didn’t realize she was smiling. She had no reason to smile, not when everything Jude said was true. It’d be better to play pretend and worship the rabbit’s cock until she got cocky and loosened her binds. But she didn’t want that. No, she wanted that rabbit’s face to twist into some shape, to make them react. Cause if they did, they’d go harder on her. Focus on her. Use her.


“No, bitch. I’m fucking you.” Both hands clasped her skull tight, fingers digging in as Jude hilted her entire length down Marybell’s throat. She held it there, long enough for Marybell’s eyes to roll back and the urge to puke nearly reached its peak. Then she pulled out, slapping her cock over the mare’s face so hard she went down to the dirt. If her arms were free, Marybell would have tried to touch the throbbing across her face.


Jude didn’t give her much time anyway. Taking the spare rope she bundled it into a tight knot and latched it behind Marybell’s teeth like a bit. She put up a fight, swore and writhed, but deep down she knew it wouldn’t do much. The bunny, for some reason, was stronger than her. She might have been stronger than some of her old underlings. Something about being overpowered by someone so small hit her in an unusual way, one that slipped out as a subtle shudder through her new gag. She caught Jude smiling out of the corner of her eye.


With ungodly strength, Jude hoisted Marybell up, back against the tree while her hooves were thrust into the hair. She gnawed into the robes, suppressing the pain of bark against the skin as the laquine’s wet cock lined up with her cunt.


Jude whistled. “You’re all matted down here,” she sniffed, “Don’t smell like sweat.”


Marybell’s gagged reply turned to a pitched moan as Jude’s cock slipped in, the flat head spreading her lips like the swing doors of a local saloon. Slowly she sank inside, letting the mare feel every tantalizing moment of her cunt filled up with horsecock. Fuck she’d never been so full since…no, not even her ex-fiance matched. Somehow this little rabbit sported a cock bigger than the average stallion, and she knew how to use it.


Knew how to use her.


The thrusts were controlled. Slow. Teasing to fill her out. She’d pull a few inches back, then slam in, then again, and again. Marybell clenched her fists, and tightened her chest, knowing somehow that the rabbit was holding back. How could someone so small be this powerful? How could this rabbit dominate her like this? Worst of all, how could she love it so?


A smirk crossed the black rabbit’s face. She reduced her pace. Marybell squealed. “What’s that?” Jude’s left ear twitched, “You got something to say?”


Marybell held her tongue, not wanting to repeat her humiliating moment of weakness. It’d been so long since anyone brought her close, but this rabbit didn’t deserve it. She told herself then and there she’d rather die in the badlands than give this bounty hunter the knowledge she wanted.


Jude pulled back more. Marybell screamed, shaking her head as her resolve shattered. She needed it, god, she needed it. Years of banditry with men who reeked and knew nothing of a woman’s needs came crashing down in this one moment. The gag muffled her words but the rabbit smiled, knowing exactly what the mare was saying.


So she sped up. Gradually sinking into her until their hips slapped together. Marybell whinnied and neighed, brought down to her barest sense as the rabbit took her for everything. If she had the strength too she’d lock her legs around the rabbit’s head to keep her there. She had no authority to even try, Jude held all of that.


Her first orgasm hit her like a rocket. She forgot the pain, the dirt, and the humiliation, all in favor of the body-shivering ecstasy the rabbit pushed her over. Jude gave her two more when she finished, filling the burning cunt with dollops of seed that seeped out when she withdrew.


Jude let her collapse into the dirt. Marybell watched lazily to the sky where the sun hung overhead, not breaking out of her stupor until a fully dressed rabbit grabbed what remained of her noose like a leash. Her legs burned and shivered, but Marybell made it to her hooves.


“There’s a secret spring not too far in the direction we’re headed. Should last us until town if all things go well. Until then, well…” the rabbit looked over her quarry with interest, “If you’re a good girl and help me get your old henchman, I’ll consider not selling you off when we get to town.”


She pulled the rope taut, “Now come on. We’re burning daylight.”


Marybell hung her head. Ashamed, humiliated, and relieved at the idea that her mistress would show lenience if she played nice.


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