You Made me Love You: A Steampunk Furry Western

Story by mrnyarlathotep

Hey there folks. This is my first story, ever. It combines a lot of my favorite themes into one big old sexy story. It has futa and furries so if that doesn't interest you then I'm sorry I've wasted your time...but if it does then BULLY we are in business. So basically this is the first chapter and it doesn't yet have but hints at a steampunk fantasy western setting that I've been sorta planning out in my head for a long time. It involves the leads, a female rabbit who is heir to like a furry steampunk robber baron and an equine futa bandit who is like a combination of a lot of gunslinger-themes. It has a single sex scene and I'll admit that at it isn't my best it is more of a way to show the characters, their gender roles in their relationship and to establish how their future scene will unfold. It is filled with kinks so I'll tag it as best I can but if would be nice if someone could help me with that since I'm not sure what tags to use. Anyhow read and enjoy, comment about things you like or dislike and suggestion are always welcome. Please ignore any mistake they either incompetence or the weed. If anyone wants to help me edit future chapters or just wants to discus the story you can contact free of charge right here on FP. Peace and love.

***Chapter One: Never Kidnap a Rabbit

“I have to go to the bathroom.” The tan furred rabbit teen said truculently, her obviously cultured voice showing more than a little annoyance at her situation.

Kaerya ignored her pulling the brim of her wide black hat down over her eyes; the many brass bangles tinkle tonelessly, pretending to nap to both fight the ever growing boredom and further cement that she just wants to be rid of the prissy little rabbit girl. It had been hours already and still here she was; in the middle of the gods forsaken desert, out in the freezing bloody night and with a whinny spoiled princess of a robber baron’s daughter. The damned ransom had better be worth it.

But the courier was late, late by hours and Kaerya was getting fed up. The bunny girl had been easy enough to kidnap, the girl had been traveling with her railroad tycoon daddy on business to the sleepy little town of Hammit’s Hovel. Kaerya just had to wait until they stopped off at night in the town’s only hotel then simply knock out three armed men, grab the girl from her bed and dash out into the night. Simple.

Now all that was left was for her partner, a wildcat name Maraxus, to negotiate with the father and send a courier out, bringing her the money and then she could be rid of the little princess and end up a million dollars richer. She’d never need to work again.

The girl just wouldn’t shut up however, her cultured tone continued to pierce the otherwise silent, still night air. “Ma’am, hey ma’am I said I need to use the restroom.”

With a long sigh that turns into a growl as she pushes her hat back up to glare over at the girl; the bunny is bound by ropes at her wrist and ankles, Kaerya has to admit she is a pretty young thing with her soft light tan fur, big blue eyes, silky auburn hair kept up in the height of fashion and the blossoming curves of approaching womanhood beginning to show. She is dressed in her nightgown, a blue designer silk thing likely worth more than Kaerya’s whole wardrobe.

And what would little miss railroad baron’s get see? Big ol’ Kaerya Kilpatrick Mare of Ill Repute, known bandit and gun for hire. The big horse woman stands a massive seven feet, one inch tall and as strong as any male making her an intimidating figure to be sure. Her sleek chestnut fur and short, unkempt black hair gave her a look of woman who spent more time out on the range than in a beauty parlor. Her eyes were each different colors, one stormy blue-grey and the other hard hazel. Her body was unladylike in an extreme, all hard muscle and scars, her hands calloused from years of gun play and bar brawls. Really the only thing that made her remotely feminine were her massive breasts, each a huge E cup. It was all barely contained within a red-checkered button up shirt, half undone to fit her girth, torn blue jeans and leather chaps. Her gun belt hung lazily round her hips to complete the image of a hard gunfighter.

The dainty bunny looked up from her position, lying on her side on the hard dusty ground, and frowned up at the huge woman. She was terrified of the equine gunslinger, knowing full well Kaerya crush her bones without even breaking a sweat, but she’d been holding her water for hours now and if she didn’t go soon she feared she might have an accident, which would spoil her nightgown maybe even stain it and it was her favorite one.

“Please, ma’am I really need to use the restroom.” She began, trying her best to sit up but failing, her wrists were bound and she was no gymnast. She could only roll onto her back to look up making eye contact with the serve woman.

Kaerya clicked her tongue at the girl once. “Hold it.” S

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