[M] Sticky Fingers

p. Zsorthia

POSTED: Mon Jan 20, 2020 7:35 pm

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all is rusted now and falling apart

Twelve could always rely on Zsorthia for a good fuck. The two women, on complete opposite sides of the spectrum from each other both physically and socially, were like peas in a pod when it came to their carnal natures. In fact, Twelve often found herself desiring the warmth of the Red Lady’s breasts over the throbbing cock afforded to her by John or Wayne. There was something much more comfortable about making love to a woman, and so the Mercedes woman was Twelve’s pick of the litter when it came to satisfying her sweet tooth.

So, there they were, lying shamefully in Zsorthia’s bed after their throws of passion, scheming on what to do next. Rumor had it that two loners had come onto Ashen territory overnight and made after making themselves acquainted to the Ugly Saloon, had had their fill of both booze and food for trade for a young hen and cock, before planning to go on their merry way. Of course, that in itself was not that interesting, but it was what they had come riding in on that got Twelve’s mind all in a tizzy. The two loners, an adult male coy-dog and his snot-nosed, just shifted younger brother, had two mighty fine horses with them. One a beautiful flaxen liver chestnut and the other a black-faced tovero pinto; both mares and both in fantastic health and clearly well-cared for. Twelve had a sneaking suspicion that the two brothers were on a bender, having come into some kind of wealth, and had bought themselves some horses, and were making their drunken way from here to the whore-houses of Portland.

Of course, this could not stand; no one deserved to act in such a high-and-mighty way and certainly not in and around Del Cenere’s territory. It seemed that it was their duty to relieve the two hoity-toity brothers of their recent equine acquisitions; you know, to knock them down a peg. With the rest of their goods they could surely find another merchant with a flea-bitten mare or knob-legged mule to carry them the rest of their journey to fuck-town.

So it was settled, the two ashen women would find the two dandy boys in the night, and take from them what they surely did not deserve. Besides, both Zsorthia and Twelve were in much more dire need of mounts than they were.

The plan was that Zsorthia, with her curvaceous body and sugar-sweet tongue, would find the brothers, most likely still drunk off the bottle of moonshine they had purchased from Boone, and rightly distract them by whatever means necessary, while wily and sneaky Twelve gently bore the horses away. They would not realize what had hit them until far too long after Zsorthia had left. The two women knew these lands, the brothers did not; they knew every secret trail, every dip in the hills and dales; they could easily get far away before any threat of pursuit was brought upon them.

Night was beginning to fall, and the gray coyote and the Red Lady first checked in with those at the Ugly Coyote to pin-point exactly when the brothers had left, and in which exact direction they had dallied.

Their trail was easy enough to follow, between both the horse droppings and stench of booze, by the time the sun dipped fully beneath the horizon, they discovered that the brothers had deciding to camp down for the night just outside the borders. Strange that they had decided to leave the Saloon and the accommodations afforded to them there and instead choose to hunker down in the still relatively deep snow of the lands beyond Ashen territory. But that was perfectly fine with Twelve; rather to steal the horses in neutral territory rather than place absolute guilt on one of them by performing thievery from within their own territory.

The two females spied the brothers for a time, making sure to remain downwind, not that it really mattered. Both males, especially the older, were drunk and very unlikely to be able to sense any danger that might befall them. Twelve sneered at their bravado, and then turned to her companion, You ready sweet-tits?

This was going to be far too easy.

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The plan was solid. The two women had gone over it in detail as they lay in the warmth, comfort and afterglow of their latest tryst. While the fireplace crackled in the hearth and bodies remained languidly entwined with one another, Zsorthia and Twelve conceived the idea to relieve the latest two visitors to Charmingtown of their horses. The beasts were beautiful, sturdy and in good health. They would certainly be a welcome addition to the pack's herd. Their riders, the drunken, uptown boys were too cocky for their own good. This had nothing to do with the chickens they'd traded for before taking their leave of the trading hub. It just seemed...a good deed to re-home those poor horses.

The travelers would find themselves high and dry before they could even manage to form a coherent sentence judging by the amount of alcohol on the breeze. The two women could easily track the brothers for they were by no means stealthy in their retreat from Del Cenere. It wasn't long before their encampment was found just outside of pack territory. Perfect.

After some reconnaissance, the two Ashen crouched in the shadows downwind of their targets, watching as the boys continued to down alcohol as they stumbled about their fire. Rolling her eyes at the notion of how simple this endeavor would be, Zsorthia looked to her companion with a smirk, preparing for her role in the mission. Unlacing the top few laces of her bodice and readjusting her skirt ever so slightly she slowly, quietly stood. Nodding her affirmation to Twelve, the busty babe moved through the night, coming around to enter the camp from the opposite direction where Twelve would be working.

Sauntering forward into the edges of flickering firelight, the red woman purred in a soft voice to the two men, now sat around their fire, laughing drunkenly at some joke or another. "Hello boys..." The sound of her silky smooth tones immediately got the men's attention and the red lady smirked. "Mind if I join you? It's a bit cold out tonight and your fire looks sooo inviting. She said with a slight sultry slide to her voice, pulling her cloak around herself in such a manner that her voluptuous bosom stuck out the top of it.

Seeing both men's brains struggle to make sense of what they were seeing before them in their drunken stupors, Zsorthia almost laughed out loud. What morons. Knowing Twelve was busy sneaking her way around to where the two mares were tied in the shadows opposite of her, Zsorthia stepped forward more into the firelight to keep the attention of her audience, her red fur catching like a garnet in the night. The men's eyes boggled and one stuttered a welcome and offered her a seat immediately. The other looked her up and down, clearly less than gentlemanly ideas plain on his face. She smiled sweetly and moved to warm her paws by the fire, but did not sit. "Oh thank you so much. I'm afraid I got lost, this fire is such a blessing!" She laughed, faking a shiver and letting her cloak fall open more for the men to get a more convenient look at her.
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POSTED: Wed Jan 22, 2020 10:03 pm

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all is rusted now and falling apart

Twelve grinned in a nasty sort of way as Zsorthia undid the top laces of her bodice, letting her ample bosom spill over the top a bit, before nodding and sauntering out from the shadows. The gray crone could barely contain her laughter the way the Red Lady swayed her hips back and forth in such an exaggerated way that, had the brothers been any less inebriated, would have given her away immediately. Twelve appreciated her sense of humor, and even more so her skills when it came to absolutely captivating the attention of the opposite sex.

The Elegido remained in hiding until Zsorthia settled herself among her newly made male friends, but as soon as she was sitting and had their full and rapt attention, Twelve began to move.

She was built perfectly for this, all skin and bones meant she was light as a feather, and barely broke the surface of the powdery snowfall that blanketed the earth. In fact, the snow helped to muffle any sound that she made, and she didn’t make much to begin with. Crouching, she slowly made her away around the camp, just beyond the reach of the firelight. One of her torn ear-holes was trained towards them, listening. The drunker brother was already trying to make moves on Zsorthia while the younger sat nearby nervously and excitedly; she could smell their lust from here. Stupid fools, the Mercedes woman would make quick and easy work of them.

Turning her head, Twelve followed the scent of the horses, and the sound of their soft and heavy breathing as they rested. Taking a deep breath herself, she prepared to do her horse whispering.

The two mares were tied up to the natural hitch of some tree branches, on a long lead. When they finally came into clear view the one with a painted face lifted its head and the tinkling sound of bells rang out clearly, as loud as a thunderclap to the one who was sneaking towards them.

She froze; the bastards had tied bells to their horses!

She cursed internally; this made her job much more difficult. Bells were often tied to horses left to wander freely or on long leads as the sound of the ringing would alert their owners to any commotion, or allow them to find the horses if they wandered off too far. Twelve had not believed them wise enough to take such a security measure, but it was Zsorthia and her own fault for not doing more scouting before they began this heist.

Letting out a long breath, Twelve worked to calm her anxiety. It was still possible to get away with this, as long as the Red Lady did her part keeping the boys extremely distracted, and if Twelve could get the bells off the horses.

Both mares were now staring at her, their eyes glinting silver with the dim reflection of the firelight. They did no seemed spooked, which was in her favor; they were obviously Luperci raised and more curious of her than frightened. Slowly she stood, and inched her way towards the chestnut; the leads were tied around their necks instead of a halter, another issue, and the bells were tied with twine to the lead near the horse’s snouts. Twelve touched the chestnut gently on the neck, and the mare swung back to sniff at Twelve.

The sound of the ringing bell was torture.

Remaining very still, Twelve hoped and prayed the brothers hadn’t heard, or if they had, were just ignoring the ringing. After all, the cause could just be from the horses moving around normally; still, she held her breath and kept hidden behind the chestnut’s body. After a few moments, she heard one of the male’s laugh and breathed a sigh of relief. Then, as quickly and quietly as she could, she began working on untying the bell.

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Red woman in place, it was now time for Twelve to make her move. Gold eyes momentarily flicking to the spot where she'd left her companion, Zsorthia knew the coyote woman was no longer occupying the shadowy space and was sneaking around towards the horses through the darkness. It was imperative that the Mercedes woman keep both the drunken brothers fully engrossed. It wasn't too difficult considering libidos were high as was cockiness.

Pretending to think the younger brother's joke was hilarious, Zsorthia laughed merrily, pulling her cloak tighter about herself, scooting closer to the bolder older brother. As he took another drink of booze Zsorthia perked her ears at the sight of the bottle and reached over to place a paw upon the older male's thigh, squeezing it and licking her lips. "May I have a try?" She asked with mock innocence. "I've never had moonshine before." She told them the lie easily. She could readily drink these idiots under the table. The man stuttered his response and handed over the bottle, warning about the brew's strength. The woman smiled sweetly and accepted the moonshine and took a sip. As she took her fake sip, suddenly the jingling of bells rang out softly behind her. She almost choked.

Ears perked at the noise and before the boys could turn their heads in the direction of the sound, where the horses were, Zsorthia had to come up with something quick. "Oh!" She exclaimed loudly over the sound of the bells again, "accidentally" spilling some of the drink down her front. What a waste of perfectly good 'shine. The brothers attention instantly snapped to Zsorthia's glistening crimson bust. Acting distressed by being dampened, Zsorthia whined, handing back the bottle of alcohol to the younger male. "Well, this blouse is ruined now." She huffed, further unlacing her bodice, receiving boggle eyed stares from the inebriated men. Thankfully this distraction was plenty enough to make the two horny coydogs forget all about the ringing nearby.

Twelve you better hurry it the hell up. She didn't want to end up doing a full strip tease for these guys. Leaning in towards the fire to dry her fur, she dabbed at the wetness of her chest with the corner of her cloak. As she did one of the loners asked her about where she'd come from and Zsorthia grinned, another lie coming to her lips easily. She began to weave her tale, keeping the boys captivated. Internally she counted down how much time had passed. Adrenaline was beginning to build, she was ready to cut her little fireside chat short at any moment on Twelve's signal. Remain patient. She could do this. She'd seduced plenty of men. This was a piece of cake.
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GOLD BEHIND THE MASK

POSTED: Sun Jan 26, 2020 2:20 pm

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all is rusted now and falling apart

Fingers were not as nimble in this cold as they normally were but she was managing. Thankfully, luckily, the bells were not tied onto the lead so tightly that she couldn’t loosen the straps. Once the bells were removed from one horse, she stooped to place them gently in the snow just at the end of her reach; they would ring no more.

Twelve then moved around the front of the liver horse, stooping under her neck; for a brief moment as she made this movement she glanced to the firelight, in time to see that Zsorthia had undone more of her bodice, and seemed to be wet. Her gesturing was animated as she spoke to the brothers about something, and they looked absolutely enthralled. Twelve made a mental sigh of relief and then slide in between the bodies of the mares.

Quickly, she began working on the second set of bells that were tied to the mare with the dark face. This horse watched her with doe-liked eyes but remained silent, and then lifted her tail to take a hot steaming dump into the fresh snow. Twelve wrinkled her nose at the scent of it, not in disgust but just reaction; she had always like the smell of horse dung and often-times rolled in it when the mood struck her, but in this moment it was just another way to mask her scent if the wind were to shift. In gratitude, she gave the horse a scratch behind the ear, just as the bells were removed and went to join the other set in the snow.

Neither horse had a saddle on, which was par for the course in these lands; saddles were luxuries and far more rare here than in larger cities like Portland or New York; it was shame, since tack would be good to steal as well, but in this case it just meant less for Twelve to have to worry about. The brothers were using instead stiff pelts of leather with fur sewn to each side and attached with braided rope acting as the billet strap to secure to the horses’ underside. The two of these were set to the side, leaning up against the tree in a spot on the ground that was clear of snow.

Moving away from the mares for a brief moment, Twelve grabbed one of these pseudo-saddles and placed it gently onto the chestnut mare’s back. The horse muttered softly and shifted its weight as Twelve quietly cinched the strapped tight, and then moved on to grab the other cover and do the same to the masked mare.

This was all going well, everything was going great… and then she caught some of the mare’s belly in the buckle of the billet.

The jolted and then whinnied loudly, startled by the pinch of pain. Twelve’s eyes grew wide and she finished tightening the strap; no use being stealthy now!

With great haste the skinny coyote woman untied the leads from the tree and sung onto the tovero’s backside, the lead of the mare firmly in her grasp. The horses spun in a circle for a moment, still startled by the pain and now the sudden addition of a strange rider, but thankfully submitted to Twelve’s furious kicking. The group of them turned towards the encampment, and Twelve spurned the horse into a gallop, heading straight towards Zsorthia and the shocked drunken boys.

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"I want to make a living for myself. D'ya think this Del Cenere Gang would be a good fit for me?" Zsorthia inquired in a false innocence after chatting back and forth with the inebriated men about the pack which they'd gotten the booze from and whose lands the camped on the borders of. The red woman had needed to cozy up with the older brother in order to keep his focus fixated upon her. She lay sprawled across his lap now, very much away of his lust. His annoying bulge pressed insistently against the back of her head. Stroking a paw slowly, sensually along his thigh, she kept him at attention and squirming.

Under different circumstances, the red lady would've greatly enjoyed the chance to corrupt and take advantage of such drunken, lustful fools, but tonight the job kept her on alert. She took another sip of moonshine as the bottle was passed around the fire again. The three of them continued to banter, and exchange stories. The more they drank, the less coherent the brothers became, their words slurring and they became more bold. The older brother became more handsy and Zsorthia had to keep playing along, knowing Twelve was working as fast as she could.

Sitting in such a manner that the older brother could see up her skirt juuuuust enough, the red lady swished her tail, winking at the younger brother who looked away hot under the collar. He complimented her and Zsorthia pretended to be flattered. It wasn't anything she hadn't heard before. She knew her worth and her assets.

Just then the night was split with the shrill cry of one of the mares behind them. And there was nothing Zsorthia could do to keep all eyes from snapping over towards the equines in the shadows. Fuck. Sitting up swiftly as the chaos began, the Mercedes woman smirked and gathered herself up. This was her queue to get the fuck out. Hooves thundered over earth and suddenly the large beasts were charging towards them. Zsorthia spied Twelve's thin frame riding atop the masked mare and took a running leap, vaulting onto the back of the liver horse as they ran past. She had to be a little rough, grabbing hold of the mare's long mane to get her balance but she hauled herself up onto the animal's back with a little effort. The liver mare whinnied and snorted wildly, tossing her head but ultimately accepted the new rider and followed after the lead mare, being pulled along by her lead rope, eyes wide and nostrils flared.

Twisting upon the back of her mount, the Probado called back to the brothers who had barely even moved yet they were so stunned. "Nice chattin' with ya boys!" She giggled an blew a kiss to each of the slack jawed, stunned idiots. "Thanks for the drink!" She then spurred her mare on faster coming neck and neck with Twelve's horse and laughed glancing over at her companion with a feral grin. They did it, they'd pulled it off! They'd definitely have to celebrate in some fashion once they successfully made it back to Charmingtown with the horses.
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GOLD BEHIND THE MASK

POSTED: Sun Jan 26, 2020 4:13 pm

12
all is rusted now and falling apart

Riding a horse with only a lead tied to the neck was not the easiest feat, but Twelve was basically born in the stables, she knew what she had to do to keep the animal doing what she wanted.

Using the pressure of her legs she steered the mare towards the fire and then made a sharp turn at the last second. Snow and dirt went flying up to spray the brothers just as Zsorthia made one of the sweetest moves Twelve had ever seen as she basically flew onto the liver mare. The Red Lady was just as skilled on a horse and once she had control, the two Ashen went bolting off into the night, of course only after the Mercedes woman added insult to injury by shouting over her shoulder some sarcastic remark to the foolish siblings.

Once the curses and shouts of the two drunk males faded into silence behind them did Twelve turn to look at Zsorthia and began to laugh, I wish I could have seen their fucking faces. Nice job Red Lady. Twelve was absolutely cheerful as the two of them trotted along. There was no need to keep galloping away, there was no way they were going to catch them, even if they shifted down and ran after them on four legs.

Still, and as they had discussed, the two Ashen women would be wise to cover their tracks, and how better to hide their tracks then to follow the well-beaten paths that winded through the snow. Every which kind of traveler and wild beast used these trails to traverse the lands from one place to another, and here, scents and tracks melded together into an untraceable amalgamation of chaos. There was no way in hell the boys could find them; they’d get here and the trail would get cold, or would seem to split in a million different ways. It was Zsorthia’s genius idea of course, Twelve wasn’t so creative, she would have just done it the old fashioned way and ridden the horses into a river or something.

After following the trail for a good long while, into the darkness of the night, they finally took a side trail that would eventually loop around back towards Del Cenere, but the other side of the lake from where they had followed the brothers out of the borders. Of course they suspected their victims would be back on Ashen territory the next day or even this evening to ask if anyone knew who that mysterious blood-furred woman was, and her sneaky gray friend that they had only gotten a glimpse of. Twelve and Zsorthia knew that, even if their clan members knew who the boys were asking for, they would keep it quiet. Ashen covered Ashen, they were all a family, they all had each other’s backs, and Twelve was beginning to realize how valuable a thing that was.

After some time, the two ladies eventually made it back onto Del Cenere territory, just as the sun was beginning it ascent beyond the horizon. The horses were tired, their hot breath rose in quick puffs above their heads, and even despite the cold sweat frothed up on their withers. They trained them back to the Stockyard and Livery, and brought them into the stables quickly to be cleaned up, bedded, watered, and fed.

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