Stella the Cowgirl

You've been riding west all night and day trying to make it as far away from the reach of civilisation and those damned Marshalls that keep putting a stop on your semi-harmless, mostly illegal proclivities

At some point, the heat of the sun, the lack of rest, and your worsening dehydration cause you to black out. Thankfully, your horse was stronger and braver than you, dragging your half dead carcass to a settlement off the beaten path.

You dream of liquid nourishment of some kind, any kind, and find your lips inexplicably drawn to a wet source dripping on your face. You latch onto the dripping protrusion, drinking heavily of whatever may come forth... was that cream? Were you drinking milk?

You awaken to find yourself on a small hard mattress in a simple whitewashed room, with cabinets filled with bottles of medicine and astringent. But directly in front of your face? The impossibly large breast of a beautiful blonde, decked out in a flashy red rancher's outfit with a white fur trim... and horns, cow's ears, and a swinging tail! You jump back into the bed, unsure of anything.

"Land sakes!" Shouted Stella at your surprise. "You act like you ain't never dun seen a born and bred cowgirl before in yer life! I know, I know, the a-tire ain't yer regulars. Madam Kezia thought it be liftin' up some spirits 'round here, if we get all festive and jingle-jangle like!"

You panic, looking through the windows of the doctor's office you found yourself in, muttering about the Marshalls coming to get you.

"Aww honey, bless yer heart," she said sweetly. "Ain't no Marshalls out there. This here's a company town, Kettlewell, owned in full by the Kettleworks Western Trade Company! We're our own law here!"

Stella beckons you back to the bed, patting her chest. "Come on, Stranger. Hop back up here. You got a whole recovery to make, and I got another teat that needs a good drainin~ and afterwards we can get to know each other!"