Mrs. Bellamy stomped up the grey moss-covered steps to her long-awaited house. She couldn't help but stare inside the full window that displayed the entire kitchen. It was like a cheap whore with her legs wide open for anyone to enter inside her loose walls. "That'll be a neat view." Goldie made her way to the blue door; she hesitated, hand hovering over the rusty doorknob. "This is it," she jammed the keys inside then twisted the knob. The door wouldn't budge. "Come on!" she hissed, "open up." She added a bit more power but nothing happened, the door refused to move. "Okay then," she snorted, both hands gripped the knob she braced herself. "One. Two. Three!" With all her might she rammed the door with her sturdy side. Nothing happened. "Strong door." She overheard some movement coming behind her. "Iggy?" She jerked looking back at the dense forest but saw nothing. "That's weird." What she heard was the taping of Crackers claws as he ran beside her, panting wildly. "There you are, why didn't you listen to me earlier?" The white dog flopped down on the cold brick. She rolled her eyes, "lazy thing."
Her eyes were suddenly fixated on the house, she saw something move deep within the borders of the dark kitchen. Her heart sprinted. "What was that?" She whispered unable to look away. Her eyes were thin slits trying to get a better glimpse. She walked closer to the smudged glass, her eyes darted to a fist-sized black figure residing in the corner by the fridge, it put all its attention on her. It was hunched over, its fur like wires sticking every which way; long beaver like teeth bared and short claws out, its long stringy whiskers seemed to point toward her. She was mesmerized by the reflective green eyes that stared back. She couldn't tear her eyes away. She moved closer to the edge of the glass trying to hide from it gaze.
A single finger poked her back, "Reach for the sky!" A deep voice boomed behind her. "It's been three years but I got you now Marigold Gros!" He said in the best western accent he could muster. "I'm gonna turn you in and watch you hang."
She nearly jumped three feet in the air yelping like an injured puppy. Her quivering arms high above her.
Ig covered his mouth trying hard not to laugh at his skittish wife. "Good job there pilgrim." He lowered his 'gun' and forced her arms forward placing her vibrating hands on the door. She was still in a frightened daze so she kept them there. He grabbed her wide meaty hips, and drew them back. Ig mashed his crotch on her fat rear end that was now on full display for him. "You think you could just mosey on in this here old household and hide out from me?" He bent down, his hard stomach lightly touched her arched back. Ig wrapped a muscular arm around her midsection, locking them closer together, "Well you thought wrong." He weaseled a hand under her shirt, and grabbed a handful of her heavy breast rotating it around and around. She absentmindedly moaned his name as he continued his attack on her. He could feel himself hardening as he rubbed and prodded her entrance that was sealed off by her tight blue jeans. "Maybe I'll let you off the hook if you give me some."
She huffed finally regaining some composure. "Iggy!" She screamed as loud as a siren in his ear, you almost gave me a heart attack! And stop doing what you're doing you nasty man!" She bent her elbows, hurled herself forward then violently propelled herself backwards which in turn knocked Iggy on his backside.
He groaned as he hit the hard floor. "What was that for!?" He roared shacking a fist at her, "why I oughta."
"I'm so sorry Iggy," she hardly apologized, "are you alright?"
"No, it's fine, I guess Sheriff Bellamy was no match for Ms. Goldie's enormous ass." He presented her his hand.
She let out a giggle with a small snort attached, "Nobody is a match for the roughest toughest female outlaw in the land." She grabbed his hand and pulled him up no problem.
"But seriously girl you almost punched my ticket." He teased drawing his glasses up his nose.
She looked up at him, worry consuming her big brown eyes. "You sure you're okay?" Her eyes traced his defined torso up to his chest. A prickle of heat filled her cheeks, thinking about what he just did to her. His large body on hers, breathing in her ear, groping her softly, his thick shaft so close to her aching hole. She tried to beat the feelings she was experiencing out of her mind. "No, proper ladies don't think about those things," she thought, "Mother taught me better than that."
He looked down at her, a smirk appeared. "Goldie, are you alright? Maybe I should screw you out here on the porch?" He chuckled, "We can put on a show for all the squirrels and birds out here."
She didn't know what to say. "Uh, there's s-something in the house!" She stuttered quickly. Eyes darting from him back to the kitchen.
"What? Like a person, or an animal?"
"No look right there, by the fridge I saw something looking back at me."
"Come on," he took her hand, "let's go inside and check it out." He turned the knob and the door opened with no protest, it shrieked as it widened.
She was staring at the corner just waiting for something to pop out and attack them.
Ig sighed and walked in the direction she hinted to. "Well Goldie something was here," he said when finished with the inspection.
"What was it? Some kind of hellish cryptid?" She paused with a serious look, "Was it the bat beaver?"
"A rat, it left some pellets for us on the counter."
"It was a pretty big rat then," she mumbled looking over the place. "Now I just feel silly, getting scared over a harmless disease carrying rat."
"Well it's gone now, hopefully it won't be checking in again."
After a nervous laugh Goldie wanted to poke around the kitchen. "Cool they almost match the door," the cupboards were all a painted a light blue color. She tapped her fingers on the dusty yellow countertop. "That's kinda nasty." She sat down on one of the dining tables rickety stools, her butt was a bit too large for the seat as a large portion of it didn't fit on the stool. She looked out the large window, "So cool!" She spotted a hummingbird and a fat squirrel. "This place is amazing," Goldie exclaimed, "despite the giant mutant rats I mean. But I absolutely love the vintage look! It's got so much character."
"I knew you would like it. It hasn't been updated or anything." He closed the door and flicked on the large glass orbs that hung down from the vaulted ceiling. "My grandfather helped construct it back in the early seventies. It was his pride and joy."
"It's a bit of a fixer upper but I'm sure it will make a great home," Goldie gushed opening the thin door that closed off the kitchen making her way into the spacious living room.
"Oh yes definitely," he agreed following her. The high white vaulted ceiling had a number of leaky wet spots and the plush yet dull pink carpet was stained beyond repair but at least it came with its very own fireplace. "We probably won't use the fireplace; my Grandparents rarely did and it stays hot all year round down here.
