Story Tags: Monstergirl, holstaur, nonhuman, femdom, cowgirl
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Logan tipped his cowboy hat back as he gazed at the rolling hills and jagged mountain range of the frontier. The light of the sunrise woke him and he took a moment to enjoy the beginning of the day. His work was hard but it allowed him these precious moments like this, not to mentioned he enjoyed solitude. He built a small cook fire and roasted some of the leftover rabbit from last night. The smell of cooked game made his stomach growl audibly. After eating his breakfast, Logan grabbed his 1873 Winchester lever action and kicked out the fire. He patted his horse, Ginger, affectionately before mounting up.
As the ranch hand made his rounds on the far outskirts of the ranch, his eyes scanning for wolves, coyotes or other predators. His job varied from day to day, sometimes he would help Old Carter moving cattle, sometimes baling hay, and other times doing just this. The only sound that could be heard for miles was the orchestra of mooing. However, a new noise caught his attention in the quiet hours of the morning. Logan turned towards the Carter's house to see a cloud of dust with several riders heading towards the ranch.
Unsure of who these people were, he spurred Ginger to gallop to Carter's homestead. He arrived before the other riders to see Old Carter, sitting on his porch. Cigarette smoke slowly poured from his mouth. Carter was an old and wiry cowboy, but he was damn tough. Logan often wondered if he had been a gunslinger or an outlaw back in the day.
"Hey Carter, who're them riders comin our way?" Logan asked.
"That is Cassidy Belle and her gang, son. She's here to collect her rent." Carter said in his typical raspy voice.
"Cassidy Belle?! The outlaw?!" Logan shouted incredulously.
"Shut up boy! Just be quiet and let me do the talking. Oh and don't stare." Carter said under his breath as the riders rode up.
"Carter Helm! How the hell are ya?!" The lead rider said in a gruff, feminine voice.
A nervous smile grew on Carter's face behind the cigarette.
"Not bad Miss Belle. I'm still above ground so I can't complain." He answered.
"Besides, if you're under it no one will hear you complain neither!" The masked rider chuckled as she got off her horse.
As the outlaw stepped into view, Logan figured out why Carter told him not to stare. She was a Holstaur. She had two legs but they resembled a cow's more than a human's. He toned, muscular calves ended in hooves. White fur with black spots covered her thick thighs down to her black hooves. She wore cutoff jean shorts that strained to cover her beefy thighs. A faded red button up shirt covered her more human-like torso. Her toned arms were concealed by the brown duster coat she was wearing, and resting between her two horns, over long brown hair was a black cowboy hat.
"Well, I got your money right here." Carter said, slowly reaching into his chest pocket.
"Hold up there Carter, you got yourself a new ranch hand?" Cassidy inquired, looking at Logan.
"Him? Yeah, keeps the coyotes away." Carter mused but he seemed nervous.
Cassidy looked at Carter for a moment, her piercing blue eyes seemed to stare into his soul. Then she leaned in and whispered something in his ear with a devious smirk. The old man looked down at the ground for a brief time. Logan then realized she was a good two feet taller than him! That made her maybe 7 or 8 feet tall.
"Logan, C'mere." He ordered.
Logan rushed up to them but was careful not to stare at Miss Belle.
"Yeah Carter?" He asked.
"Miss Belle here said her camp is a mess and she don't want none of her own to waste time looking after it. She said she'll pay you depending on your work. So, grab Ginger you're going with them." He stated, unusually coldy.
"How long will I be up there?" Logan asked.
Carter turned to Cassidy.
"Just a month kid." Miss Belle said.
"What's the pay?" He asked.
"You're just making stew Logan, she'll pay you depending on the cooking. Get yer damn horse and go!" That's all." Carter barked.
Logan uneasily agreed. He turned towards old Carter but the old man wouldn't look him in the eyes. The 19 year old ranch hand wondered what had really just transpired as he mounted Ginger and rode away from the ranch with the other riders. Everything he owned stayed on his horse, bedroll, coffee cup, pan, some jerky, canteen and matches.
They galloped up towards the mountain range before finally slowing down as they were about a mile from the rocky wall. They let the horses rest at a stream. Countless pine trees enveloped the area around the stream. The gang dismounted, and Logan did the same. He didn't say a word, he'd heard that the Belle Gang was a group of truly awful outlaws. The only reason he had gone along was Carter had made him go which meant he'd be safe...right?
"Alright, camp is just upstream. You won't miss it. Just when someone yells at you, no matter what they say just say the phrase, 'Miss Belle says go fuck yourself.'" Cassidy explained.
"Okay..." Logan replied, confused.
"You get a freebie kid, you refer to me as Miss Belle from now on though." The holstaur commanded.
"Yes Miss Belle." He said.
Logan grabbed Ginger's reins as he led her up the stream. After about a quarter of a mile up the deer trail, he heard a voice come from somewhere in the heavy vegetation.
"Give me one reason not to blow your brains out!" A deep voice bellowed.
"M-Miss Belle says g-go fuck yourself." Logan stuttered as he slowly raised his hands.
"Huh, alright, come on in." The voice responded.
Logan trudged through some bushes to see the camp. About 2 covered wagons and several tents were arranged in a circle with a firepit nestled in the middle. Several logs were arranged around the firepit to act as benches. A table was off to the side of one of the wagons. He could see a couple holstaurs and a minotaur doing miscellaneous chores around the camp. He approached a tree and hitched his horse to it before walking over to a gruff looking minotaur. The minotaur was female, oddly like all the other people in the camp.
She stood around 9 feet tall, Logan had heard of them but he had never seen one. Like the other holstaurs around camp, she had cow-like legs that ended in hooves. While her chest was smaller than most, her thighs were far wider than the others. Unlike the other gang members, she had a long tail similar to a bull's. Her hair was long a jet black, she wore a white button up shirt and very worn jeans. Logan could tell she was far stronger than any man he'd ever met.
