'Petticoats on the Prairie' pt 1
The fall of 1889 had turned cold by mid-October in Colorado the cowboy Rocky Gatlin sitting on his trusted mount was making his way through the last mountain range he needed to cross. Feeling the pull of the incline he lightly put the spurs to the horse that had served him well for 8 years.
“Come on Lightning Bolt…another hour or so of dusk left and we hit the livery and the North Star saloon….you’ll get your bucket of oats and will be sleeping out of the cold on some fresh hay.”
His hand rubbed the side of his horse’s neck affectionately.
“….and I’ll get to play poker and see the latest collection of honky-tonk girls Ruby Rose is presenting....as for the woman herself Thunderbolt….. I can’t wait to see ‘the tits that tamed the west’.”
As though it knew what he’d meant the beast loudly snorted out.
Lightening Bolt’s stride now even and measured Rocky took off his cowboy hat banging it on his leg the trail dust of a vagabond’s life lifted up bouncing off. A lawman’s badge inside his vest he had forsaken his old way of living of ‘ain’t no rules or law on the prairie c’ept staying alive using bullets ‘til the next morning’s ride’.
The former outlaw gunslinger turned special agent US Marshall bounty hunter had had a good few months. Near six thousand had been collected chasing down desperado’s over three western states and territories and bringing them to justice.
The stardust and moonlight took over to light the way with the sun disappearing as Rocky rode into the Colorado town called Lorado Falls. He took to whistling the sad song known as the ‘Gunslinger blues’. A solitary existence the cowboy now on the right side of it had led a life of heartbreaks and pistols on both sides of a five starred badge.
Outside the livery stable all he wanted was to see the good-hearted woman of a saloon girl that had made herself into a wealthy female of means. The twin doors to the entrance of the North Star saloon randomly swung behind him as Rocky held still. With the rule of law treated as vapor by those quick to empty 6 bullets from a pistol a swift assessment was always done to see if danger looked to be present.
Looking like he was 500 miles from home he stood erect in boots made dusty after the days ride. The pair of Colt 45’s polished steel was in view their holsters tied to his thighs for any and all to see. Rocky spotted him lurking in the semi-darkness.
It was the smoke dangling off his lip a tough cowboy sneer on a face grizzled with anguish from a life lived outside the law. Standing in the shadows ‘Shooter’ McVie’s silhouette gave him away.
The billowing movement of her petticoats bouncing announced her arrival as they kicked up. So too did her sumptuous breasts as cowboys and card players alike stole glances when they could.
“Rocky…so many months it’s been too long cowboy….when you ‘gunna’ learn….ain’t no pussy on the prairie…’ceptin for those willing to encounter danger or treachery making their way west by train or covered wagon.”
“Ruby…Ruby Rose….you still my gal?”
“For tonight and until you leave town I am…you know I’ll never be the marrying kind…least not for a while…..though did have me a scare about a month after I last saw you …the card tables will still be here come morning…any one playing will be too hung over to think clearly you can make your money then…come to my boudoir whiskey and a hot bath and I’ll tell you the tale…..oh and I have a surprise.”
“How long has ‘shooter’ been here…he’s wanted by sheriffs in the Oklahoma territories.”
Quick with a timely retort Ruby responded.
“There is the way it is and the way it ought to be…Forget all that for now… tonight you’re mine.”
The Hotel and saloon-keeper spotted the client coming out from the upstairs corner room and knew the other after a short delay would soon emerge from the one next to it.
Ruby slid her arm inside Rocky’s as they passed the bar she stopped and whispered to the large beefy cowboy with a half-filled beer stein that spotted the Madame in the mirror.
“It’s open Tex…..you know the drill give it a minute or so and walk up separate….”
Her nose lifted picking up the clean scent that came from a bath. A womanly grin on her face she added whispering softly in his ear.
“….it must be true love….you bathed your odor and trail dust away.”
He smiled at her in the mirror behind the bar.
“Thanks Rose…Jasper and I…..we’re both grateful.”
Ahead of her time as for Ruby Rose O’Leary she viewed sexuality as a spectrum. By her way of thinking if two men want to have sex what the hell is the difference. It was just two people sharing of themselves beyond any concern a ‘Deity in the sky’ forbade it. She summed her feelings up best by declaring ‘they’re just genitals’.
Homosexuality was more than frowned on in most any town across the continent of North America.
The roots tracing back to colonialism it was a by-product of the British empire’s quest to make the world England. Bringing restrictive and stringent sexual repression among the many of Puritan values the empire did what it could to keep the understanding of sexuality binary.
In conquered lands their tribal chiefs exempt the local adult men and boys were put into slavery with fertile women treated as concubines. Over time and generations newborns would eventually feed the free workforce providing the English masters with revenues from imported goods while females were brought up to raise the children in an unending loop of fresh laborers.
It was the way of ‘the powers that be’ with a vested interest in maintaining the status quo. If found out homosexuals often were made an example of and put to their death in the public square for all to see.
The corner rooms connected once inside. Tex quickly stripped down to total nakedness if it’s true what that say that everything in Texas is bigger the size of his 8” cock added to the legend. Ten minutes later the door to the other room opened. Jasper stood still for a minute thrilled to be back in the privacy of a bedroom with his heartthrob Tex.
Muscle on muscle a lovers wrestling match ensued. Jasper enjoyed the feeling of hands full of manly calluses taking to stroking his dick.
Hairy to the point he could be mistaken as the Missing link in the evolutionary line between human beings and their anthropoid progenitors Tex pushed the more submissive of the two alphas to his knees.
Jasper’s mouth opened taking in half of the large girthed penis made stiff. Slurping and slathering the heated cock with saliva the male lover let his hands squeeze the white skinned smoothness of his buttocks.
Jasper rolled his tongue along the head before licking at the shaft.
“Damn that feels good Jasp.”
Jasper looked up with his hungry eyes while his tongue slathered the hairy balls.
Tex clenched up both cheeks pulling away afraid of spurting prematurely he lifted his male lover up for a kiss.
“Jasper my love….we have the company of each other until morning…let’s make it last.”
As Rocky and Ruby Rose passed the corner of the bar on their way to the connecting hotel he nodded his head.
The barfly a regular lifted his glass as way of acknowledging the greeting.
Rose tugged at Rocky’s sleeve while smiling at her barkeep.
“Give him one on the house”
Rocky felt her breasts brush up against his arm. It always amazed him how soft and malleable the feminine delights were in their milkiness.
“Every time I come through town he’s always here.”
“Floyd’s been here since I opened the first day….maintenance drinker…big shots come and go it’s the regular shot and a beer guys that help pay the bills. Damn thing is most treat him like he’s only a drunk…he don’t say much yet he has moments of wisdom that would put a preacher to shame.”
Has the two entered the walkway to the hotel in the short distance behind them they heard Floyd reply.
“Thanks Lady R & R.”
Ruby Rose’s spacious rooms of her private quarters took up the entire 4th floor of the connected hotel next door. Her accumulated wealth allowed her the privilege to have it femininely appointed with pieces of furniture, pottery, imported crystal and paintings that had been acquired from her travels abroad.
“Come Rocky not another word until you’ve been doused in scented water teaming with steamed heat only a proper bath provides.”
As he undressed Ruby Rose considered how she provided a space for homosexual men to celebrate their sexuality. Her staff among others consisted of three quick draw artists with a gun keeping the peace often by their mere presence alone. Adding to that were 6 muscled up bouncers with half being secreted homosexuals.
The woman did have a way of dealing with a certain kind of trouble-maker.
Through years of patient tweaking her friend Souisma La Vernua a New Orleans Madame had discovered how to take herbs and powders and oils and mix them together to bring profound causal effect.
Found in the fermented hills, the amber waves of grain, and on the growing prairies or along mountain streams like a chemist Souisma mentored Ruby Rose in how to use wild yam, black cohosh, partridge berry, fenugreek, saw palmetto, pumpkin seed-Curcubita pepo, red clover.
Added to that was stone ground rice flour, dong qual along with moranga leaf and dandelion-root powder uncommonly known as taraxacum officinale,
In time they would all be classified as ‘women’s’ herbs because of their apoptosis-inducing effects of sterois that brought the feminine impact to one’s chemical makeup.
Rose had also had friended a female Chinese master of herbs that brought her a gift from the orient. Glad to leave behind the oppressive regime ‘Quong Luc’ stole away in the darkness one night deciding to stay welcoming the freedom found in America.
Out of Thailand shipped through the British-owned port of Hong Kong Pueraria Mirifica had been in use since the 13th century Ad. Known in China as white Kwao Krua the herb over time feminized males that took it. Added with the others herbs one's masculinity became a thing of the past.
Telling the trouble makers they were herbal medicines using her feminine wiles the woman seduced them into docility. Keeping it at the ready filled to the brim in a tin with the words ‘Fairie dust’ under the drawing of a winged ‘Fairie’ Ruby Rose had stumbled on how to feminize males through her balanced creation as powerful as any of the current female hormones.
The pure sugar with a pinch or two of cinnamon and crushed cocoa leaf she added to the mix created the cravings that brought them back for more. So it wasn’t just her breasts that tamed the west many a bad-boy of a ‘Bad Bart’ of a gunslinger soon found his way to willingly giving up the pistols to enjoying the thrills and frills of petticoats and dresses. From a cowboys life to saloon tarts many learned too late about the power of the feminine as they were transformed into females decades before the word crossdresser or t-girl was in the lexicon.
As Rocky soaked away months of muscle aches that came from hunting down desperado's Ruby Rose started in on her tale. His eyes glanced to see the milky pair of d-cup breasts barely hidden by the sheerness of her gown as she prepared to speak sitting nearby.
Hearing a noise instinctively he turned to look over his shoulder to catch a short glimpse.
“Oh that’s Lily….my surprise you’ll meet that I was speaking of earlier…Lily sweetie time to slip out of your bunny slippers for something more appropriate …now relax Rocky….I want you to hear this tale.”
End of part one…