Lena, an imp from Lust, meets the Cowboy Cassanova from Wrath, Striker.
Unbeknownst to them, this meeting isn't exactly by chance, it's been orchestrated from the beginning.
Two weeks... she had walked, hitchhiked and borrowed smart hellponies that returned home after a certain range from their home. She had checked every Motel, tried to match it to the photos, nothing.
This place was her last hope, she walked up to The Hideaway Motel and compared it to the photos. Pinpointed the right room even and walked to the front office asking if that room was taken apparently the last tenant had left a week ago and no one was in it.
She walked outside and sighed some. "Fuck... missed him by a week." This was her kind of luck it seemed. Lena took a breath, sucked it up and decided to private message the account on Sinstigram that was his while walking to the local diner.
( you didn't forget about me did you? )
( Na.. was waiting for you to ask. Ya want a new picture that bad huh?)
( kinda... you're my favorite subject...)
( That so? What ya drawing me naked or something ~?)
( what!? No! )
( I'm teasing sweetheart. Ya gotta promise ya won't share it okay?)
( promise i won't share it! Might keep it though. )
( Fair, just keep it to yourself.)
( of course. )
He was putting an awful lot of trust into her, so she wasn't about to fuck that up.
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( Heh, what do ya think?)
She blushed staring at it. Fuck, how the hell did he get that photo to look so damn good? Maybe he had a tripod or something for his phone. Damn hot snake. By this time a good ten minutes passed and she saved the photo to her phone.
( Darling ya still there?)
( yeah! Sorry was saving it... you look amazing. How did you do that? )
( Makeshift tripod and several takes.)
( ah... cool. )
She wanted to say more, ask him where he was but that might come off wrong. She bit her lip and turned her head.
( Hey, just imagine me saying howdy in that pose.)
Oh damn why was he teasing her like this.
( hehe I can imagine it. My battery is low... gonna charge my phone. Later.)
( Take care darling~)
Something about that made her heart flutter and she blushed. Charging her phone in the local diner as she took a seat.
Yancy looked over and lifted a brow. "Hello there miss. What can we getcha?"
"Oh um... are you still serving biscuits and gravy with sausage?" Lena asked.
Roseanne smiled some. "Damn right we are little missy. You just settle down and I'll get it to ya."
Lena smiled some and let her phone charge at the booth. Tail wagging some she purred.
"Ifin ya don't mind my asking, what's got ya so happy ma'am?" Yancy asked and looked to her while serving up some apple juice.
"Oh uh..." she sipped on the juice and looked to him. "Just been talking to someone, and he's really teasing me." She giggled.
"Got a boyfriend or something?" He asked.
"Na we haven't met yet, he's here in Wrath though... somewhere." She blushed.
"You wanna meet him I can tell." Yancy chuckled.
"If that blush is anything to go by, he must be a handsome fellow." Roseanne said and set the plate down. "What's he look like hun?"
Lena tucked in cutting up the meat and biscuits. "Tall, kinda pale, handsome snake like features and a black mustache. Full on cowboy." She sighed and nibbled on her food.
"Huh... sounds a lot like the scrawny spitfuck that visits us." Yancy looked to his wife. She grinned some and lifted a brow. "Very much so, this handsome snake got a horse?"
"Yeah..." she lifted a brow went back to eating.
"What's his name?" They both asked.
"Striker."
"Oh yeah, you missed that boy by a week hun." Yancy chuckled. Roseanne snickered some, "He's a handful hun." She winked.
"You know him?" She blinked.
"Yeah, rolls through here every so often. We feed him and his horse. Loves the food here he does." Yancy nodded. "Yeah, would rave about my pies were he here, cherry and apple are his favorites though." Roseanne chuckled and shook her head.
"Really? Huh." She finished her food and nursed the juice while listening.
"Mhm, he's our favorite customer to pester." Yancy grinned. "He throws it right back, boy can dish out as good as he gets. Most folks get offended by our humor." Roseanne nodded.
"So you know him fairly well? Did he say where he was going?"Lena asked.
Yancy looked at her, the way she was acting. The way she blushed talking about him. "You like him huh?"
Roseanne snickered and wagged her tail. "Swooning over skinny? Wow!"
"Well I just, he's handsome is all. And rugged.. strong and gosh..." Lena blushed and wiggled some.
"Oh and he's so kind to horse, among other things dear." Roseanne smiled some. "He was headed back toward the other side of Wrath."
"Ugh just my luck, I came from the other end. I started at The Hatchback two weeks ago." She sighed.
"Well..." Yancy looked to his wife and she nodded. "He does stop at all the shooting ranges on the way. I can lend ya our hellpony, Spitfire. If ya promise to take care of her and bring her back."
"You mean it!?" She wagged her tail.
"Yeah, ya seem like a good girl. MANNY, go get Spitfire."
"Alright Pa!"
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Spitfire was maybe a hand taller than Lena. She was a feisty little mare with a deep dark rust coat that was almost black. Her flames were the normal orange though and was all saddled up in red. She snorted some and tilted her head.
Lena looked to her and smiled. "Spitfire huh?" She walked over and the pony nudged into her. She rubbed her snout and smiled some, "She's so dang cute."
"She's a fast little pony too. Keep her feed and watered and she'll go the distance." Yancy nodded.
Lena nodded some. "Thank you for this." She said and mounted up.
"Invest in some denim little missy." Roseanne suggested. "And when ya see skinny, tell him I said he better bring you and Spitfire back here."
"Yes ma'am!" Lena nodded and took off on the little hellpony, who was a lot faster than she thought. "Yeehaw!"
