Ghost Ghouls Smut

🖤Cowboy Mountain

Save a horse, Ride a cowboy! 

(Part one of hopefully three)

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You have no idea how you got into this situation; in the bed of some hot-stuff cowboy.

That's a fat fucking lie.

You have every idea how you got into this situation.

Let's rewind a bit, shall we?

*insert magical rewind noises*

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"Empty your pockets, and maybe we'll spare that pretty face of yours." Hissed the bandit, his face concealed by a piece of black cloth that only covered his nose, mouth, and jaw.

Ah yes, the western side of the hellish pits. Here; hell's native species,  ghouls run the show, and by that I mean humans are prey and the different elemental tribe are constantly fighting for territorial gain.

But, there is a single town run by the Luciferian government where all elements are forced to co-exist as in return for residence in the 'peaceful' town.

At least, that was the idea.

The town is currently just a steaming pile of dog shit that's riddled with crime, and the authorities are nonexistent.

"I wont ask again," the bandit growled, the cold metal of his gun digging mercilessly into the skin of your temple. "Empty. Your. Fucking. Pockets. Bitch."

"I-I don't have anything-" you whimpered, fingers shaking as you scrambled them through your pockets; looking for something- ANYTHING you could give the bandit so you may live another day in this shit hole of a town.

"Well then your pretty little head is gonna look great taxidermied on my wall." The bandit snarled and cocked the gun.

"Wait Wait-!" Your fingers finally catch on something cold in the bottom of your pocket; something metal. You pull it out and present it to the bandit, only to reveal it to be a paper clip. "Oh fuck." 

"Nice try; but I'm going to need more than that to shake me off your tail." The bandit rolled his eyes and pressed the gun harder into your temple. "Lights out, little bunni-" 

But just as you swore the bandit were about to pull the trigger and your life had flashed before your eyes; a gun shot rang out, and the bandits eyes rolled back as blood began to pout out from under his mask before the bandit collapsed forward gun falling from his hand and clattering to the ground beside him.

After opening an eye; you could see a clear bullet in the bandits back; one that definitely punctured a lung on the way to the heart. 

Blood began to squirt everywhere; all over the ground, and onto you, and onto the giant black Friesian horse before you.

"You okay, kid?" A huskily deep voice asked you, making you look up at the rider of the majestic horse; to see one spicy-lookin' earth ghoul cowboy. 

This cowboy was the definition of tall-dark-and-handsome; his dusty olive skin littered with scars and draped in a black-and-red plad shirt with the first three buttons undone to reveal some of the perfectly toned chest. his dark, rich deep brown hair fluffy, hanging beautifully around his eyes and making the subtle stubble on his face look almost red in the dusk sunlight. His mighty ram-like horns threaded through two holes in his stereotypical cowboy hat; at least three gold rings on each horn and on his spaided ghoul tail, matching the small sleeper earrings in his droopy goat-like ears that occasionally twitched expressively. He wore dark blue denim Jean's with some stereotypical cowboy boots that thankfully didn't have spars on the heels.

You shook yourself out of your trance, nodding to the new comer when you suddenly realized your voice wasn't working.

Cowboy-hot-stuff looked at the setting sun, then back at you. 

"It's getting late;" his dark green eyes locked with yours. "You got somewhere to stay?"

You reluctantly shook your head; a little ashamed you didn't have a refuge for the night. "My plan was to sneak in the back of some barn." You admitted quietly.

The earth ghoul shook his head. "To risky. If a farmer spots you; they won't think twice about pulling the trigger." He absentmindedly stroke his horses neck as he seemingly got lost in thought.

After a pregnant pause; mr-making-billy-the-kid-roll-in-his-grave finally spoke up. "I could offer you refuge, but only in return for some labor." 

"I'm not afraid of getting my hands dirty." You shrug. "I accept the offer."

"I'm Mountain." Sir-Brad-pit-wishes-he-could held out a hand to you; silently offering to help you up onto the horse.

"Y/n." You nod, taking the hand and using it to hoist yourself up onto the horse; setting in the saddle in front of cowboy-hot-stuff with his arms around you to hold the reins.

Mr-Ryan-Reynolds-is-jealous *cough cough* MOUNTAIN clicked his tounge, squeezing his thighs against the horse as the horse broke out into a brisk trot.

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Long after the sun had finally dipped over the horizon of hells red sky, its golden rays absent from the dusty plains of the desert, and your thighs had begun to ache from the constant rhythmic beating of the horses hooves against the cold ground as the majestic creature galloped across the barren lands of the west, the soft sent of smoke began to invade your senses, a promise of civilization.

"We're almost there.." Mountain murmured against your ear, his warm breath caressing the shell of your ear and sending shivers down your spine.

Finally; as Mountain slowed the horse to a canter and rounded a large hill, a tucked away ranch came into view.

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To be continued...

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Authors note: heheheh, SAVE A HORSE, RIDE A COWBOY!

Hope that was decent; see you next part ;)

-Nova