They seemed to stare at each other for a while, sizing each other up. A homesick tumbleweed that happened to be visiting town on vacation took the opportunity to blow across their line of sight to add the right atmosphere.
"Well now, pilgrim. Y'got mighty good aim, there... Looks like it's jess you an' li'l ol' me. Ain't sore about what you done to Tammy... Girl needed to be put down a few pegs anyway, an' I spose this makes me leader of the Cowgirls, now... But, I can't letcha get away with disrespectin' my new turf. So on the count of three... We draw!" She slapped her meaty girldick for emphasis.
PROFILE
Millie "The Mare" AKA Millie the Firehose Filly
Age: 24
Sex: Hermaphrodite
Ht: 5'11"
Wgt: 172 lbs (170 if you don't count her cock)
Foot Stink:3/10
Armpit Stink:4/10
Flatulence Stink:5/10
Belch/breath Stink:5/10
SPECIAL! Piss/Cock Stink: 11/10
Occupation: Second-In-Command of the Cowgirls. Won the Pissing Contest Gold in the Ughlympics.
"One... Two.... THREE!"
It all happened in an instant. Bella knew that Millie was going to be quick on the draw... So she decided on a bit of an unorthodox tactic to unbalance her. On the count of three, her hands didn't go to her hips to steady her aim... Instead, they went to her shirt, raising it up and showing off her meaty, greasy tits.
The plan worked. Millie's filthy porcelain-polisher instantly went ramrod straight... And she fired off a forceful stream of piss into her own face, delivering a urinary haymaker that knocked her on her back with a thud. She continued to piss all over herself, gargling and flailing. Cackling, Bella walked over full of pride.
"Somebody's POISONED the waterhole! Har har!"
"No fair! Ya cheated, y'varmighwarrrghll!"
Millie's own stream of piss was joined by Bella's, as the horse herm practically drowned in a torrent of bladderjuice. "Aw, quiet. Don't be a sore loser... Here, I'll give you a little going away present."
Squatting over the prone pony, she loosed a noxious cloud of gas right into her face, examining the mammoth meat mallet. Grinning, she stroked it with agonizing slowness, momentarily distracted from her quest to truly humiliate her fallen opponent... Sniffy would understand. Probably. Gathering up a gooey gobbet of glans gunk in her palm, she threw it into Millie's face, then let her orgasm as she stepped out of the way... Leaving the horse to blow her load all over herself, thoroughly drenched in her own juices.
"You're good... But I'm better!" The comatose she-colt was down for the count. Bella reaped the spoils of war.
You got: Golden Showers Medal!
You can now charge up your Piss Pump to deal even more DEVASTATING drainage!
"Niiiiice."
Only one thing to do now. Head off to the Bridge.
"W-Wait... Ghluph..."
It seemed even a mouthful of her own gluey grime wasn't enough to keep Millie's mouth shut. "I ain't sour... Ghlgh... Y'beat me fair and square. This is th'end of the Cowgirls... But, yer goin' to Butt Blitzkrieg territory, right? There's... Glmph... A shortcut. In th'bar's bathroom. Piss right on the heart with the arrow through it between the urinals... It'll open up a secret passage." She continued to swallow her own piss and jizz, even as she produced a steady stream of it. Coughing, she looked up at Bella with a look that she couldn't quite gauge. "Might as well... Take everyone down with me...!" With that, she passed out for certain, the only sign of life her shallow breathing and the constant stroking of her cock.
"Well... That was fuckin' weird." A shortcut, huh? That could be useful... If it wasn't a trap.
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