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🏇🏻 Wasteland Pony Express (interactive fiction)
characters: The Listening Lady, Johnny Knives, Hero, Frances, Nuisance, Lou, Artie
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much of my work is erotic. please do not follow if you don’t want to look at & read erotic content.
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My ✨ post-apocalyptic Lesbian Cowgirl Mailman choose-your-own adventure✨ has just updated for the very, very last time! Read it here for as low as $2/month on my Patreon or here for free on ao3! Here is a guide to get you started, the summaries of each part of the story thus far, the complete collected text, and FAQ, all in one place. There is also a discord where Pony Express readers from all across god's green internet can gather, here!
✨Read the update on my patreon or ao3
✨ Excerpt below the cut.
“We’re thinking about getting married next, Big Mama,” Clay said, throwing his arm around Lou’s shoulder as they got to the table.
“I believe Lou can do better a mite better than you,” Big Mama said, which was ridiculous. Clayton was her youngest child, and she loved him like he hung the moon. “Come here, girl, give me some sugar.”
Big Mama Goodnight was a big, big woman with a prominent beauty mark, big, big hair and breasts so large she always said she couldn’t wear enhancing brassieres due to the risk it posed to her windpipe. She pulled Lou into a completely engulfing hug, stooping down to kiss her wetly on each cheek.
“Howdy, Big Mama,” Lou said. She couldn’t wrap her arms around her. She wore a heavy dusting of scented powder, and Lou had to will herself not to sneeze. “Clayton’s just after some housewarming gifts, I reckon.”
“It’s so good to see you, puss,” Big Mama said, wiping the lipstick off Lou’s cheeks with her thumbs. “It’s been a long time. You’re looking lathy– of course, you’ve always been thin as a rail, ever since you was a girl, huh?”
“Yes, ma’am,” Lou said. She sat down next to Clay. “I don’t know if Clay said, but I had a hitch in my giddyup a while there. I’m doing a bit better, though.”
“She was deathly ill, Big Mama,” Clay said, which was what Lou had told him. She hadn’t told anyone that she had died, not even him. Not even Venus. “They had her in the hospital for half a daggone year.”
“Only four months,” Lou said. “And not the hospital hospital, not for most of it. Just the sanitarium. To rest, mostly.”
Big Mama slapped her palms down on the table, her many rings and bracelets clacking. “Let me make you up a plate, honey,” she said. She did not tolerate any of Lou’s protests.
She returned with an overloaded plate for Lou, which was partially in response to finding out that Lou had been sick, but also just the way Big Mama always was.
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I am thinking of buying one of those corny, like, Firefighter or Lineman Wife shirts but instead of any of that, it’s about loving my trans masc nonbinary dyke husband
it’s me and my little butch husband’s 5th (dating) anniversary tomorrow. we just happened to be driving past the same Blue Ridge mountain overlook on our way back from Michigan.
Look at those baby kids! They had no idea!!! We’re MARRIED now!!!
our Friday the 13th wedding was good luck themed! I made us this big “what luck” banner and had tons of four leaf clovers on the place settings and invite etc!
It’s funny people are reblogging this tonight! Our friends came over and we had a whole conversation about accidentally setting my beautiful handmade banner on fire, then I took this pic of my beloved butch husband holding “The Implement”, which is a fire poker I taped a yakitori skewer to so we could roast marshmallows without burning our hands. :-)
doesn't take much when you get enough
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It's my beloved darling king of my heart butch husband's bday today & I made this paper and acrylic collage for them bc the world is hard and we don't have a lot, but what we have is so good because we have it together.
you can't tell bc you're not an ant, but these ants are butchfemme.
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We still don’t have a washing machine so my beloved butch husband has been trekking out to the damn laundromat to wash all our clothes and I haven’t had to do a damn thing!!!
We’re laughing in these pics bc I didn’t know how to work the photo booth interface and I somehow accidentally chose a 4th of July frame. I looove that last frame. It’s so How We Are, captured so early in our relationship.
We’re laughing in these pics bc I didn’t know how to work the photo booth interface and I somehow accidentally chose a 4th of July frame. I looove that last frame. It’s so How We Are, captured so early in our relationship.
after the last pony express update i was so overwhelmed that i made artie and lou in tomodachi life. i don’t know how else to convince you to read pony express by @katieaki .
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My ✨ post-apocalyptic Lesbian Cowgirl Mailman choose-your-own adventure✨ has just updated for the very, very last time! Read it here for as low as $2/month on my Patreon or here for free on ao3! Here is a guide to get you started, the summaries of each part of the story thus far, the complete collected text, and FAQ, all in one place. There is also a discord where Pony Express readers from all across god's green internet can gather, here!
✨Read the update on my patreon or ao3
✨ Excerpt below the cut.
“We’re thinking about getting married next, Big Mama,” Clay said, throwing his arm around Lou’s shoulder as they got to the table.
“I believe Lou can do better a mite better than you,” Big Mama said, which was ridiculous. Clayton was her youngest child, and she loved him like he hung the moon. “Come here, girl, give me some sugar.”
Big Mama Goodnight was a big, big woman with a prominent beauty mark, big, big hair and breasts so large she always said she couldn’t wear enhancing brassieres due to the risk it posed to her windpipe. She pulled Lou into a completely engulfing hug, stooping down to kiss her wetly on each cheek.
“Howdy, Big Mama,” Lou said. She couldn’t wrap her arms around her. She wore a heavy dusting of scented powder, and Lou had to will herself not to sneeze. “Clayton’s just after some housewarming gifts, I reckon.”
“It’s so good to see you, puss,” Big Mama said, wiping the lipstick off Lou’s cheeks with her thumbs. “It’s been a long time. You’re looking lathy– of course, you’ve always been thin as a rail, ever since you was a girl, huh?”
“Yes, ma’am,” Lou said. She sat down next to Clay. “I don’t know if Clay said, but I had a hitch in my giddyup a while there. I’m doing a bit better, though.”
“She was deathly ill, Big Mama,” Clay said, which was what Lou had told him. She hadn’t told anyone that she had died, not even him. Not even Venus. “They had her in the hospital for half a daggone year.”
“Only four months,” Lou said. “And not the hospital hospital, not for most of it. Just the sanitarium. To rest, mostly.”
Big Mama slapped her palms down on the table, her many rings and bracelets clacking. “Let me make you up a plate, honey,” she said. She did not tolerate any of Lou’s protests.
She returned with an overloaded plate for Lou, which was partially in response to finding out that Lou had been sick, but also just the way Big Mama always was.
