Other Adventures of Nancy #7:  Rodeo Clown
By DeannaTroi

This is a work of fiction.  It contains adult material of a sexual nature and should not be read by anyone under the age of 18.  All characters depicted in sexual situations are 18 or older.  Nancy and all the other characters  in this story are my own creation.  There is a brief mention of Delta City which is the world created by Mr. X.  Feel free to use my characters in your own stories as long as you try and keep their characters in line with what is shown in these stories.  You can send all feedback to:

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Nancy heard the roar of a crowd as she reappeared somewhere else in the universe.  Immediately in front of her was a wooden fence made of horizontal rails.  On the other side of the fence she saw a man lying on the ground as a very angry looking bull charged at him with murder in its eyes.  Well, I'm glad this isn't my first rodeo, Nancy thought  as she vaulted over the fence.

This indeed wasn't her first rodeo, but all of her previous experience had been from the bleachers watching them and not as an active participant.  Personally, Nancy thought much of the rodeo involved the meeting of way too much testosterone, machismo and animal droppings.  Rodeos, she was sure, would have won the approval of the crowds in a Roman coliseum, the type where Christians got fed to lions. Of course, the poor lions probably got indigestion from eating some of those people, but that was another story.  The immediate point, however, was that Nancy knew there should have been a rodeo clown handy and whose job was to distract the bull in situations like this, but with none in sight it was up to her to do something.  It never really occurred to the blonde agent to not do something as acting when she saw the need was as instinctive as breathing for her.  Nancy leapt over the fallen cowboy, noting the white bone sticking out of his leg in the process, and took the literal bull by the literal horns and gave it a shove sideways.  There was a startled look in the little red eyes of the bull as it felt itself deflected from its target by another one of these puny creatures that controlled and tormented it.  Just when it saw a chance for a little payback, it had been denied and the bull felt its rage rise to new levels.

Having turned the bull from its intended victim, Nancy released the horns and swung herself onto the back of the creature.  Belatedly, she remembered that her scrounging of clothes after dealing with the pirates had not netted her any panties to go under her skirt and she had probably just flashed the entire audience.  Well, none of them would be able to say they didn't get their money's worth she decided as she dug her knees and bare feet into the flanks of the enraged bull and wrapped her arms around its neck to help steer it clear of the fallen man as she saw several other men sprinting across the ring to help him to safety.

"Steer it over here Missy," yelled a large man waving a white cowboy hat to attract her attention and pointing towards a now open gate in the ring.

Nancy felt the anger and determination of the bull begin to weaken under her as it tired and finally it seemed to accept the inevitable and allowed the blonde to steer it through the gate into a narrow chute.  The gate swung closed behind them and Nancy vaulted off the back of the animal and over the fence to where the man was waiting for her.

"That was mighty impressive Missy," said the man holding out his hand.  "You must have a lot of experience with critters like that."

Nancy considered this for a brief moment.  She had never worked on a rodeo or a ranch, but one of her missions had taken her to a world where the dominant sentient species was suspiciously similar to Earth's bovines.  The males had of course been built along the lines of bulls and hung like them.  In a very different sense than the man was thinking, she had been required to ride a number of the males to accomplish her mission.  "I've been on a few bulls in my life," Nancy agreed taking the man's hand and shaking it.

"My name is Levi Wrangler," said the man as he took a step back and put on his hat.

Nancy arched a skeptical eyebrow.  "Is that your real name?  It sounds along the same lines as having a porn star named Dick Balls or Lovey Goodhead."

"Actually, I think that last one was one of the Bond girls," replied Wrangler with a smile as he looked down at his faded jeans, "but yeah it is my real name.  My dad thought it was a hoot, but he was probably drunker than a skunk because of me being his first kid and him being more nervous than a she bear with cubs.  He really wanted to call me 506, but my mom put her foot down, saying none of her kids would be called a number."  Wrangler started to say something more, but caught sight of someone and raised his voice to shout at them.  "Hey Dee, have you found Raffy yet?  He better damn well have a good excuse, or I am going to fire his ass."

Nancy looked over her shoulder at the person Wrangler was calling to and saw a woman with shoulder length, wavy red hair and enough freckles for a golf ball walking away from the arena with a purposeful stride.  "I'm still looking Levi, so don't get your panties in a knot just yet."

	"My sister," explained Wrangler.  "I am afraid dad was expecting another boy, so he had the name Diesel already picked out and mom couldn't get him to budge on that one.  She generally just gets called Dee though."

"Hey Levi, stop chatting up the bimbo and get your useless ass over here right now!" called Dee as she had suddenly reappeared from behind a shed and was waving an arm at him in a 'come here' gesture.

"Sorry about that," said wrangler with a slight flush.  "Dee obviously caught your er little display and well she can be a mite protective.  You would think she was the older sister the way she acts sometimes and not the baby of the family."

"No problem," replied Nancy.  "I have been called a lot worse."

Wrangler gave a brief grin of thanks for her understanding, but he put out a hand to lightly touch the blonde's arm when she turned to walk away.  "Come with me if you don't have anything better to do.  I can't promise Dee will be any nicer close up, but I didn't really get a chance to thank you and I might have need of you."

Nancy shrugged and fell into step with Wrangler as they skirted around fences to reach where Dee was waiting for them with a glare for Nancy as she saw the blonde accompanying her brother.  "Despite what Dee thinks, I'm the boss of this here rodeo.  I own the stock mainly and we travel around the Midwest to small and medium sized towns.  The cowboys don't work for me, but most of them travel along with us from place to place and compete for the prize money.  Most places, some of the local lads and lassies come out to try their luck and if they are any good, they might choose to make a career out of it."
"Why the hell did you bring the bimbo with you?" demanded Dee as the pair reached her and she scowled at Nancy.

"Now Dee, retract those nasty claws of yours," replied Wrangler with what seemed to be a look of amused tolerance on his face.  "No bimbo could handle a bull like she did and as good as you are with animals, you know you couldn't have done it so well or quickly.  If she hadn't acted like she did, Angus might be seriously hurt or dead."

Dee gave Nancy one last glower and rolled her eyes. "Fine, but I at least would have had panties on."

"I don't think most of the audience minded  It was like that scene Sharon Stone did in that movie, where it was so quick that no one was quite sure if they saw, what they thought they saw" replied Wrangler with a little smirk.  "I sure didn't mind the view, but now what was so danged important that you called me over?"

Dee made a 'follow me' gesture and led the way around the small shed to where a man was crouched over a second man with a first aid kit on the ground beside him.  "It looks like Raffy nipped out behind the shed for a smoke," said Dee gesturing to the second man lying on the ground in rodeo clown make-up, "and someone conked him over the head."  Raffy's hat with a large dent in it lay on the ground beside its owner as well as a suspicious looking chunk of metal.

"Damn," cursed Wrangler. "How is he doing Sam?" he asked the man with the first aid kit who was working on Raffy.

"Hell Levi," said Sam without looking around, "you know I only took one year at the vet college before joining the rodeo, so I ain't exactly an expert in treating humans.  I reckon though Raffy has a mild concussion.  It looks like his skull is intact thanks to that hat he wears, but it would be a good idea for him to get checked out at a hospital by someone who knows a lot more than I do just to be on the safe side."

"I’m fine and I don't need no damn hospital," called Raffy squinting up at Wrangler.  "Hey Levi, I didn't know you were twins."

Wrangler sighed.  "Can you drive him to the hospital Sam?" he asked.

"No problem," replied Sam as he closed up the first aid kit and carefully helped Raffy to his feet.  "I reckon my car won't rattle his brains any more than bringing an ambulance in over these country roads."

"Damn, it sure looked like Dee was twins too," muttered Raffy as Sam led him away towards the improvised parking lot.  "For that matter, it looks like you got four arms too Sam."

"This is wonderful," said Dee sarcastically as she watched Sam and Raffy walk away.  "I've been after you to get Raffy to train in a backup," and she glared at Wrangler.  "What are we going to do now?"

"I know and you were right and I was wrong," replied Wrangler with a sigh.  "That's why I asked Missy here to stick around just in case she was needed."  He looked at Nancy. "How would you like a job for a couple of days filling in for Raffy?"

Nancy shrugged.  "I didn't have any other plans, but my name is Nancy not Missy and I don't do clown make-up."

Dee started to protest, but Wrangler rode over her objections quickly.  "Besides safety, the main job of a rodeo clown is to entertain and with your um attributes, I think the crowd will be plenty entertained without the clown make-up."

"Fine, whatever," growled Dee as she turned to walk off.  "Just make sure you wear panties though."

* * *

Perfection stared down at the nervous young slave under her and squeezed her pussy tighter around his cock.  She found his fear comical, though she supposed it wasn't from his perspective as she had previously executed others who had failed to live up to her expectations in bed.  This one, she hadn't bothered to learn his name, had some promise and might last for a few weeks before she got tired of him.  His cock was certainly big enough, both in length and girth as it gave her a wonderful stuffed full feeling as she rode up and down on it.

"Play with my breasts," she commanded the man and reaching down, she placed his hands on her large, dangling tits and his instincts kicked in and he began to squeeze and knead them.  "That's it boy, I am almost there," moaned Perfection as she felt her orgasm approaching at warp speed.  He was bucking his hips up into her now while his fingers played with her nipples and with her usual perfect timing, Perfection came at the same moment she felt the man's hot seed blasting into her pussy.

It took several seconds for Perfection to come down enough from her climax to hear the persistent buzzing of the communications signal.  With a final moan of pleasure, Perfection slid off the cock and moved towards the computer console, feeling cum dripping down her inner thighs as she walked.  "I am here," she said simply into the mic, not bothering to try and hide her nakedness from the caller.

"So I see," replied the shadowy figure with a hint of asperity.  "If I can trouble you to forego your carnal pleasures and report?" the voice trailed off suggestively.

"Of course," replied Perfection without any apparent concern.  She was annoyed as alwaysthat her backers continued to hide their identity from her.  She wasn't even sure if they were human or even humanoid, despite the shadowy shapes they employed when communicating with her like this.  Her inability to learn more about them annoyed her, but didn't overly concern her and it certainly didn't frighten her.  She needed their money and resources for now, but that would not always be the case.  As far as Perfection was concerned, there was only one person qualified to rule humanity when all was said and done and she admired that person in the mirror every morning.  "My bitch of a sister seems to be moving around in both space and time, a last gift it seems from her cursed employers.  I have not yet been able to determine any pattern to her movements which makes it difficult to locate her in time to deal with her.  It is a large multiverse after all," she said with a shrug.

"We are aware of that," said the figure on her screen. "It is for that reason, that we are sending you some assistance in the hunting and elimination of the woman called Nancy."

"What type of assistance?" began Perfection, but broke off her inquiry when she saw that a new figure had appeared in her room.  It was humanoid, though certainly not human.  It stood a little over six feet in height and was absolutely black.  It was naked and its ebony black skin seemed to shine slightly under the artificial light.  Its head was devoid of hair and the eyes were totally black, the pupil invisible among the dark surface that formed the rest of its eyes.  The chest, arms and legs  of the creature were well muscled and Perfection doubted it would have any difficulty in dispatching most opponents.  This impression was further enhanced by the razor sharp claws on its hands and if it were required to administer punishment in other ways, the massive cock dangling between its legs should be able to handle that type of assault nicely she thought.

"Impressive," said Perfection, "but I hardly see how one being, no matter how impressive, is going to help me search the entire multiverse."

"Consider him to be only a sample," replied the shadowy figure on the screen.  "He is a Seeker and we have hundreds of his type, thousands or millions if required.  They will be dispatched to locations in time and space that we calculate are the most likely for your sister to appear.  Once one of them locates her, he will summon others, as many as required to help eliminate her."

Perfection took a closer look at the creature and notice the black medallion hung around its neck on a black chain.  On the circular disc were raised letters or rather numbers she realized, in black of course, that read 1674.  "Does he come with any features other than the obvious?" asked Perfection looking at the creature's semi erect cock.

"Several," asserted the figure on the screen.  "It would be tedious to explain all of them, but at least a demonstration of one should suffice to answer your question."   Before Perfection could inquire any further, the jet black creature moved over to the bed and raked one of its claws down the bare arm of her recent slave lover.  The surprised man yelped in pain at the cut and then a few seconds later he began to tremble and moan loudly in pain as he grasped his stomach.  Foam began to come out of his mouth and he writhed in agony for several minutes before giving one last loud moan and lying still.

Perfection crossed to the bed and gingerly felt for a pulse, carefully avoiding the foam that had sprayed from the man's mouth.  He was quite dead.  "Nasty," she said with approval, "but not wanting to rain on your parade or anything, he isn't exactly inconspicuous looking like that."

The Seeker gave Perfection a small smile and touched his black medallion. The creature shimmered and now standing in front of her was a normal looking human with short, blonde hair.  The claws were gone, but looking down, Perfection saw the same massive cock between its legs.  "Nice, but does it do card tricks?"  asked Perfection.

"I do not play games of any type," said the Seeker, speaking for the first time.  "My sole function is to find my target and eliminate it permanently."

"Works for me," replied Perfection with a huge smile.  She looked down at the corpse of her recent lover and felt a twinge of regret over his loss due to his ability in bed, though she had not bothered to even learn his name.  Well, they said there were plenty of fish in the sea and there was even an app for that.

* * *

"Why in hell did you have to go and do that?" demanded a voice in a whisper.  It came from one of two figures hidden in the shadows of a group of trees.  "The last thing we wanted was to draw attention to our activities."

"I didn't have any choice," protested the second figure.  "He stumbled onto some of our stuff and was asking questions."

"Yeah, well then you should have made damn certain he wasn't going to tell anyone anything by taking him out permanently," snarled the first figure.

"I was just about to finish him off when I heard someone coming and I had to get out of there," snapped the second figure.  "Look, you heard him, his brain is scrambled and he probably doesn't remember anything that will hurt us.  If his memories do start coming back, then we can take care of him permanently."

"Fine," replied the first figure, "but I don't like that bimbo showing up like she did.  I asked around a bit and none of the locals know who she is."

"What?" asked the second figure.  "You think she is a fed?  I can't see them sending some big boobed bimbo without any panties to look into things at the rodeo.  I'm sure they don't even have a clue about what we are doing."

"Maybe," said the first figure grudgingly, "but I intend to keep an eye on her just in case.  If she turns out to be a problem, then we are going to have to eliminate her too."

* * * 

Nancy wished like hell she knew just what she was supposed to accomplish here at the rodeo.  The last thing her employers had managed to tell her was that the ring she wore around her neck had been imbued with an advanced AI that would take her to locations in time and space where her presence was required.  By required, they had meant she needed to do something or maybe prevent something that would lead to the extinction of the human race.  No pressure there.  The problem was that she didn't know what she was supposed to do and it made her feel like a second rate reboot of Quantum Leap and she didn't even get the help of a holographic assistant.  Perhaps she had already accomplished her mission by saving the cowboy from the bull, but she was inclined to think not, if for no other reason than she was still here.

It turned out that she had arrived at the very end of the matinee show and she had several hours until the evening show under the night lights.  Wrangler had gone off to look after some administration business and Nancy was trying to decide what to do with herself until the evening show when a large man with a paunch, a moustache and a limp walked up to her and doffed his hat.

"Hello ma'am.  Are you Nancy?"  "Levi sent me to keep you company and answer any questions you might have.  My name is Tex and I'm the rodeo announcer.  I used to be a pretty deft hand with the horses and bulls in my day, but this old leg of mine didn't heal quite right the third time I broke it."  With that, he put his hat back on and gave his right leg a slap on the thigh.

"Tex?" replied Nancy.  "Does everyone here have a stereotypical cowboy name?"

"Couldn't rightly say ma'am," replied Tex with a grin and then his voice abruptly changed from the lazy drawl he had been using.  "I can only speak for myself. I was born in Brooklyn and ran away to join the circus when I was 16 after a little legal misunderstanding.  I never did find the circus, but the rodeo had animals too and soon there was no more Elmore Wilson and just Tex Wilson."  As he gave his full name, the man's voice switched back to its original cadence.

"Pleased to meet you then Tex," said Nancy sticking out her hand.  "Is there some place around here where I can wash up a bit and get something to eat?"

"Sure is ma'am," replied Tex, milking his accent to the fullest.  "Some of the locals set up concessions on the other side of that copse of trees over there," and he pointed over Nancy's shoulder.  "The rodeo gets a percentage of their take and all the burgers we can eat.  As for washing up, things are a little primitive, but there is a water pump you can use to sluice off most of the dust.  There are some portable showers, but the cowboys have probably used all the hot water and I don't think you would fancy joining them in there anyway.  After the night show, there will be one reserved for any of the lady folk who want it and Wrangler will make sure no one does any peeping neither."

"I wouldn't think the code of the cowboys would allow for peeping," replied Nancy as they started off towards the water pump and the concessions.

"Nothing really wrong with a little looking," grinned Tex.  'It's the touching that the code kind of frowns on, at least touching without asking permission first."

"Oh, there you are," called a female voice behind them and Nancy turned to see Dee hurrying to catch up to them.  "I brought you some things you will need for tonight's show," said the redhead as she extended a pair of white cowboy boots and a pair of panties.  "I'm not in your class in the boob department, but our feet look to be about the same size so this old pair of boots of mine will fit."

Tex coloured a bit and turned his head as Nancy stepped into the panties and pulled them up under her skirt.  She held the boots in her hands and continued to walk barefoot to the water pump where she ducked her head under the water and got most of the dirt off her feet before donning the boots.  She dried off as best she could with the roll of paper towels sitting on top of a nearby post and pronounced herself ready for food.

"That would be grub ma'am," said Tex with a wink.  "Only those city slickers from places like Brooklyn call it food around here."

* * *

The food concessions were busy serving the rodeo performers as well as the public arriving early for the next show.  The man who served Nancy, Tex and Dee was a middle-aged Asian man who seemed to be staring at her thought Nancy, almost as if seeing a ghost, but she could not recall having met him before and she was good with faces and names.  She could still feel his eyes on the back of her neck as Tex led them towards one of the several dozen picnic tables laid out for diners.  There were three cowboys sitting at the table already and they greeted Tex and Dee with smiles and nods as they sat down.

"The tall galoot is Stretch," said Tex pointing to a long, lanky man, "and the other two are Buzz and Whitey."  Nancy refrained from commenting on the originality of the nick names as besides Stretch's obvious origin, Buzz had his dark hair cut military short while Whitey was the palest of blondes.  

"Pleased to meet you ma'am," said Stretch.  "Pardon me for my bad manners and not shaking hands, but these fries are a bit on the greasy side."  The other two didn't say anything, just giving her a brief nod of acknowledgement before returning to a discussion on the upcoming football season.

"No problem," replied Nancy taking a bite out of her burger.

"I have to admit," said Stretch with a sheepish look on his face, "that if I hadn't already seen you handle that bull the way you did that I wouldn't have been too thrilled with the idea of a little bitty thing like you as the rodeo clown since we all depend on him for our lives at one time or another."

"I am not planning on wearing the make-up," pointed out Nancy as she tried a fry.

"I doubt you need it ma'am to hold the audience's attention," replied Stretch.  "For Raffy, it is a definite improvement though."  This brought a laugh from everyone and then the discussion switched to the attack on Raffy and the status of the cowboy who had been injured in the bull riding.

"Angus is a good friend of mine, so I am doubly grateful for what you did," said Stretch.  Buzz and Whitey weren't as effusive, noticed Nancy, but maybe they weren't as good friends with Angus.

After they had finished eating, Nancy started to follow the men back towards the arena to get ready for the night show, but saw the Asian man from the food stand lounging outside it and he caught her eye and gestured with his head towards a clump of trees as if he wanted to talk to her.  "I will catch up to you," said Nancy to Tex and Dee and after they had departed, the blonde sidled towards the trees where a few minutes later the waiter joined her, neither realizing they had chosen the same group of trees that the two unknown figures had used when discussing the attack on Raffy and their plans.  "You wanted to talk to me?" asked Nancy.

The man didn't say anything at first, but looked at the red dragon pin on Nancy's collar for a few seconds before lifting his own shirt collar to reveal an identical pin hidden under it.  "My name is Paul Wong," he said finally breaking the silence.  "I know who you appear to be as impossible as that may be.  With your permission, I would like to try and confirm your identity."

Nancy gave a small start at the sight of the pin on the man's shirt and his name, but was pretty sure what the method of identification would be.  "Go ahead," she said with a slight smile.

Paul reached out tentatively and groped one of Nancy's breasts in each hand and manipulated them gently for several seconds before dropping his hands to his sides.  "You are Detective Boobs, as impossible as that may be."

Nancy had no idea how it worked, but the members of Red Dragon Clan seemed to think they could reliably identify her from groping her tits.  One of these days, she was going to have to break down and ask for more details on the precise method of mammary identification, but at the moment she was more interested in what Paul had already said twice.  "Why is it not possible for me to be Detective Boobs?" she asked with an arched eyebrow.

"Because you are dead," replied Paul with a frown.  "About three months ago, there was a nutcase in San Francisco who somehow got hold of a nuclear bomb and threatened to detonate it unless the city purified itself of undesirable elements, which for him meant anyone who wasn't white and heterosexual.  You somehow managed to take him out, but the bomb was already armed and couldn't be disabled in time.  You got the bomb onto a helicopter somehow and took it far enough out to sea that no one else was killed."

Nancy paused to take in this information.  She was always moving around in time and space, so the events that Paul described might well be still in her personal future timeline, or maybe it had been one of her predecessors who had been killed.  "I honestly can't explain the discrepancy between what you know and my still being alive here and now," replied Nancy.  You have confirmed, however, that I am who you thought I was and you must also know that I take my membership in Red Dragon Clan very seriously."

Paul Wong nodded.  "I have no doubt as to your identity as impossible as it seems to me and because of who you are, I have to consult you on an important matter."

"Go ahead," encouraged Nancy, hoping that Paull would supply a clue as to what she needed to accomplish here.

"High Ridge, which is the nearest town to here is where I have a restaurant," replied Paul.  "We call it a city, but it is quite small compared to places like Delta City or New York with only a population of about forty thousand.  We have had a large spike in overdose deaths from Fentanyl and these seem to come in waves that coincide with the arrival of the rodeo.  I think that someone travelling with the rodeo is bringing the crap in.  I went to the local police with my suspicions, but was blown off.  I don't know if they just didn't take a Chinese cook seriously, or if they are being paid off."

"I see," said Nancy.  "I just arrived a few hours ago and joined the rodeo, so I haven't had any reason to be suspicious, though this might tie in with the attack on the regular clown.  Ok, I will keep my eyes open and see if I can discover anything"

Paul nodded and reached in his pocket to pull out a cell phone that he handed to her.  "This is a burner phone that you can use to reach me if needed.  I am the only number in the contact list."  Nancy took the phone and then checking the time hurried back to the rodeo as the night show was due to start in less than half an hour.

* * *

The job of the rodeo clown was more than just providing safety to the performers, but also he, or in this case she, also served to entertain the audience during lulls.  Nancy and Tex had discussed what she could do while they had eaten as the announcer was also an important part of the entertainment.  With not much time to devise anything too sophisticated, they had gone for the obvious and the simple.  That meant undoing a few buttons on Nancy's blouse to display more than enough cleavage to keep watchers entertained and some slapstick type routines playing on the dumb blonde stereotype.  In one routine, Nancy would attempt to lasso Tex and end up roping everything from a fence post to a rusty manure shovel.  In the finale to the act, she would "accidently" drop her rope over some lucky audience member and pulling him gently out of the stands would reward him with a quick kiss to much cheering and whistling from the stands.

"Strange, but that never went over very well for Raffy," laughed Tex over the PA system as the lucky and blushing young man returned to his seat in the bleachers where his girlfriend was giving him a dirty look.

Most of the rodeo performers were male, but there were several women including Dee whose specialities were trick riding and trick shooting.  She performed a number of acrobatic feats on horseback including standing straight upright in her saddle while the horse galloped through an obstacle course comprised of metal barrels while scoring bullseyes with her six shooter.  Dee had also apparently overcome her initial antagonism towards Nancy and was chatting amiably with the blonde by the end of the show.  Nancy hoped the change was genuine, but harboured some distrust over its suddenness.  Dee had seemingly been trying to learn about Nancy's background through a barrage of innocent questions and after the information she had gotten from Paul Wong, Nancy was starting to wonder if Dee's curiosity might have more sinister origins.

Other than providing comedy and a little T & A to the show, Nancy had to scramble into action only twice when one of the cowboys was in danger and neither incident was as serious as the one that had brought her into the arena in the first place.  She had to shoo off another bull, but this one had shown only a half hearted interest in trampling or goring the downed man, while the second intervention came when one of the bucking broncs proved hard to corral after tossing its rider and Nancy had been forced to capture it with her lasso.  This caused a few of the brighter patrons to realize her previously demonstrated incompetence with a lasso was faked and drew a large cheer from the crowd.

When the show was over, Dee grabbed Nancy by the arm and hurried her away from the arena.  "Come on," she said.  "The boys got first crack at the shower and hot water this afternoon, but tonight it is our turn to go first."  The red haired woman led Nancy to a rather primitive arrangement hidden behind some of the trailers used by the cowboys.  A couple of metal sheets had been set up to shield a fiberglass shower stall with the water coming from a large tank on a nearby trailer using propane to heat it.  It wasn't the bucket on a pole arrangement you sometimes see depicted in Western movies, but it was hardly luxurious.  Hidden by the metal sheets, Dee quickly stripped off her clothes and hung them on one of the hooks screwed into the inside of the metal and dashed into the shower.  Nancy shrugged and followed suit.  It had been a hot and dusty day on the rodeo grounds and getting clean took priority over any sense of modesty she might feel.

"Damn, those things are big," commented Dee as she gazed pointedly at Nancy's breasts for a few seconds before turning on the water and ducking her head under it.

Nancy joined the other woman in wetting her hair and then took the offered shampoo bottle from Dee.  Nancy couldn't help but notice the lean, muscular body of the other woman and the little green cactus tattoo on her left butt cheek.  Dee was hardly flat chested with a set of nice round C cup breasts, but she was clearly not an Aphrodite.  There had been no time for Nancy to do any research on the nature of this reality including what year it was though from her limited view of the technology such as the cell phone Paul had given her, it appeared to be early 21st century.  It was difficult to tell much more though, including whether this reality had any Aphrodite women at all.  Some realities did and some didn't.  Her employers said it was one of the universal constants like gravity that was set during the first picoseconds of the big bang, but she wasn't sure if she believed that.

When they had finished rinsing their hair, Dee turned off the water and seemed to be examining one wall of the shower cubicle as if expecting something.  Nancy looked down and saw a pair of round holes near waist level and recalled Tex's words about there being no harm in peeking.  Those hoes, however, with their size, shape and location above the ground suggested something more than peeking, so the blonde agent was not surprised when a cock was suddenly thrust through one of them.  It stood there, proud and erect, with a drop of clear precum forming at the tip.

"What the hell?" Nancy asked Dee, putting more surprise into her voice than she felt.

"It's just a bit of anonymous and harmless fun," replied Dee with a grin.  "I don't even know whose dicks they are, but some of the guys know when I shut off the water for the first time, it's their signal for a little fun.  You don't have to join in if you don't want to," she added as she got down on her knees and wrapped her lips around the offered member.

Nancy rolled her eyes and looked up through the open roof of the shower stall to the bright stars in the dark sky.  If she knew anything about men, then it was they damn well knew there were two women and two mouths in here and if another cock didn't pop through the other hole in the next ten seconds then she was the fabled Queen of Sheba.  Nancy started to count to ten and had only reached four when a second and larger cock poked through the second hole.  I guess, I am not royalty thought Nancy as she slipped to her knees beside Dee and opened her mouth.  She supposed she could get on her high horse and refuse to participate, but this looked like one of those little bonding rituals that often accompanied tight knit groups like those in the rodeo.  Lending a hand or rather a mouth would mark her as one of them and give her easier access to people and the information she needed to accomplish her mission.

Having made up her mind about her best course of action, Nancy let all her other thoughts drift to the back of her mind as she concentrated on giving the best blowjob she could.  The blonde clamped her lips tightly around the shaft and brought her tongue into play, licking the underside as she moved her mouth further down the cock.  Idlily, Nancy wondered whose cock she was sucking.  She was tempted to vote for Stretch from the size of the cock, but she had more than enough experience with this type of thing to know that sometimes the biggest cocks lurked in small unassuming men while you might need a microscope to see the dicks of some large men.

The whole situation was a bit surreal thought Nancy as she knelt there bobbing her mouth up and down on the anonymous cock.  The crowds were long gone and the area deserted except for the rodeo folk.  The only other sound besides the lewd noise of two mouths sucking cocks and the resultant moans of pleasure from the men on the other side of the thin wall was the hooting of an owl as it flew overhead.  Nancy heard the flapping of its wings and then what sounded suspiciously like what you might hear if a large bird crashed into a tree.  Maybe it had gotten a real eyeful looking down into the shower stall and the two naked woman slurping on the cocks in front of them and gotten distracted.

Dee hadn't declared it to be a race, but from the effort she was putting into her cock, the redhead was trying to win one.  It was a close finish, but Nancy heard Dee gulping and swallowing cum a full two seconds before her own mouth was filled with warm goo.  The two cocks were quickly withdrawn once they had stopped pumping their loads into the mouths of the two women and Nancy had to suppress a giggle as she imagined other impatient men lined up and literally pulling the first two men out of the way so they could have a go.  Nancy found she was right once more as the first pair of cocks had barely cleared the holes when two more were thrust through.  Nancy's second cock was black and that kind of spoiled the anonymity of the game as she could recall only one African-American in the rodeo crew.  Charlie had won the bronc riding contest that night, so Nancy supposed he was due a little extra celebrating and quickly went to work on his impressively sized member with all the gusto she could summon.

It turned out that there were half a dozen cocks for each of them and Nancy figured that Dee was probably glad of the help since a full dozen probably would have left the red haired cowgirl with a mighty sore jaw, especially considering the size of some of those cocks.  When the last loads had been shot, Dee turned the water back on and the two women quickly rinsed off and slipped out of the shower.  Towels and clean clothes had mysteriously replaced their dirty  clothes on the hooks.  The cell phone in her old skirt had even been transferred to the clean one.  Nancy figured the code of the cowboys frowned on theft.

"Thanks for being a good sport about that," said Dee with a smile as they stepped out of the concealing metal enclosure.

"No problem," replied Nancy as she saw the group of cowboys walking innocently towards the shower and their turn to clean up.  "Er, it's not any of my business, but how do you know one of those dicks wasn't your brother's?"

"Oh, I know one was," giggled Dee.  "I saw that first one you gobbled down.  That was his without a doubt.  He is the owner after all, so it gives him soome privileges such as being the first to try out a new mouth."

Nancy rolled her eyes. "I am not even going to think about how you might have recognized your brother's cock."

"That's probably for the best," snickered Dee.  "Between the rodeo and that little workout though, I am damn thirsty.  Once the boys have washed up, we will all be heading into town to one of the bars and you are welcome to ride with."

"I wouldn't dream of missing it," replied Nancy.

* * *

The Seeker materialized on the side of a road close to a turnoff into a gas station.  It was still naked, though it was in human form.  It examined the sign next to it which read "High Ridge 20 miles".  Below this another sign had been in all probability illegally tacked to it that read "Cheap Gas.  Get a free hotdog with every fill-up.".  The Seeker walked down the short section of gravel and stepped into the lights that illuminated the gas pumps.  A bored and tired looking man in a rumpled suit was pumping gas into his Toyota while puffing on a cigarette despite the "No Smoking" sign affixed crookedly to the pump.  He had watched that episode of myth busters and knew nothing could happen to him.  As far as starting a fire, he was correct.

"Give me your clothes and your car," said the Seeker walking up to him.

"Fuck off," said the man who took a few seconds for his red rimmed eyes to notice the person who had spoken was naked.  Violating the sacred rules of the locker room and the urinal, the man's eyes went down to the speaker's groin and then those eyes widened in shock.  The schlong that hung there would have made a horse look embarrassed.  Wrenching his gaze away from that massive member, the man looked up into the eyes of the Seeker and fancied he saw death reflected in them.  He was right.  The Seeker extended one claw and sliced open the man's cheek.  The man collapsed to the ground immediately in agony.  The Seeker waited until he died then stripped off the man's clothes, disconnected the nozzle from the now full gas tank,  and got into the car.  Its former owner had thoughtfully already paid for the gas with his credit card, so complications were avoided as the Seeker took a moment to study the primitive controls before putting the car in gear and heading for High Ridge.

* * *

Nancy, Dee and the others piled into several cars and drove the few miles into High Ridge and the Striped Chicken bar.  The bar was like a thousand others that Nancy had been in over the years.  Too loud canned music spilled out of cheap speakers that made it difficult if not impossible to hold a conversation.  There was a bar against one wall, several dozen tables spread out over the rest of the large room with the center clear for dancing.  Perhaps the only thing that had changed much in the last fifty years was the lack of cigarette smoke and the men and women who nipped outside now and then for their required nicotine fix.

Nancy sat with Dee, Levi and Tom at one of the tables nursing her first beer while the others were several rounds ahead of her.  It seemed to be some side effect of her variation of the Aphrodite gene that not only made alcohol next to totally non effective on her, but also made it taste like something that made horse piss taste good.  Some of the other rodeo folk were dancing or trying to chat up some of the local ladies much to the scowls of the local men, but Nancy saw Buzz and Whitey sitting at another table in what seemed to be a slightly heated conversation with one of the locals.  Nancy knew you couldn't always judge a book by its cover, but this man's cover was making her spidey sense tingle.  Something about the man's demeanor, perhaps his eyes or something more subconscious seemed to scream "rat" to Nancy.  As discreetly as she could, she took out the cell phone Paul Wong had given her and managed to take a picture of the man then send it to Paul with a text message, asking if he recognized the man.  Thankfully, pretty much everyone else in the bar was constantly pulling out their phones to take pictures or send texts, so no one took any notice of her actions or thought them strange.

Paul's reply came back a few minutes later.

"I've seen him around town, but that's about it.  If you can get me a name, I have sources who can run a background check on him."

It would be nice right about now to be Jean Grey and pluck his name out of his mind, thought Nancy, but it looks like I will have to find another way.  She noticed the man getting up from the table and pull a brunette who had been standing looking unhappy at the bar onto the dance floor.  There had been no sign of money or drugs changing hands, probably because of a dispute over price which would account for the heat in their conversation.  The man had looked happier before he stood up, so perhaps they had finally reached an understanding.  Tomorrow was the last day for the rodeo in High Ridge, so if she was right about the nature of their business, an exchange of money and merchandise would have to come down before the rodeo pulled out.

Nancy got up and headed for the ladies room, taking a direct course across the dance floor where she just happened to stumble after being bumped into by a pair of dancers and she rebounded off the man she had been watching.  She then continued to the bathroom and once she was safely concealed in one of the stalls, she examined the contents of the wallet she had picked from the man's pocket.  The driver's license said he was one Phillip Retter, age 36 and for once someone looked better in his license picture than he did in person.  Nancy quickly texted the information to Paul and on her way back to the table, dropped the wallet on the floor next to Retter and a few seconds later she heard him first curse as he stepped on something and then exclaim in surprise at seeing it was his wallet and how lucky he had been considering the thieving nature of people in this town.

* * *

Nancy served as the designated driver for their return trip to the rodeo grounds around one in the morning as none of the others were in any shape to drive and she wondered what kind of condition they would be in to do anything more energetic the next afternoon other than lie quietly in a dark room.  Dee and Levi had a trailer that they shared and while they offered Nancy a pull down guest bunk, she had declined and just borrowed a sleeping bag.  It was a warm night and it would hardly be the first time she had slept out doors.  For that matter, the sleeping bag was an unaccustomed luxury when it came to sleeping under the stars.  The blonde had found a secluded spot well away from the group of trailers and was just about to drift off to sleep when company arrived.

"Mind if I join you?" asked Dee and the redhead didn't wait for an answer before slipping into the sleeping bag with Nancy.

"I really wasn't expecting this," said Nancy as she felt Dee cuddle up against her.  The other woman was wearing only her bra and panties while Nancy had only panties on which left a lot of bare skin touching.

"Me neither," giggled Dee.  "I don't think I would have had the courage to do it if I wasn't drunk."  As she spoke, the cowgirl began to run her fingers lightly over Nancy's breasts.

"If the only reason you are doing this is because of the booze, then it is probably not a good idea," replied Nancy as she captured Dee's roaming hands with her own and held them still.  "You also never bothered to ask my permission before getting what I think you rodeo types would call frisky."

"Oh come on Nancy," pouted Dee.  "I've always been a little curious what it would be like with another woman and you are just perfect for me to experiment with."

"That makes me sound like some kind of lab rat," observed Nancy as she felt Dee's leg continue to rub against her own.  "I might not be into other women for all you know or interested in sex at all."

"Oh stop playing hard to get," pouted Dee.  "I followed you into the woods after supper since I needed to find a bush for some privacy and saw you letting that slant eyed ch ...,"

"Please don't finish that sentence," interrupted Nancy.  "Using racial slurs is about the worst thing you can do to try and get into my panties."  In fact, it would be best if you went back to your trailer now.  I like you Dee, so I will assume that was the booze talking and not the real you."

Dee pulled her hands free and propped herself up on one elbow to glare down angrily at Nancy for a few seconds before getting up and stalking back towards her trailer.  She paused a few steps from the sleeping bag and turned back to glower at the blonde one more time.  "I heard Raffy will be fine, so we won't be needing you after tomorrow's show Ms. Too Good For Me!"

"What are you looking at.?" growled Nancy at the stars overhead a minute later after all sounds of Dee had disappeared.  She then closed her eyes to shut them out and was soon fast asleep.

* * *

The rodeo the following afternoon went surprisingly well from Nancy's point of view.  Apparently, the hard drinking and partying was an ingrained part of the whole rodeo that was largely dealt with via aspirin and some rather weird hangover cures.  Among the rodeo performers these seemed to range from drinking pickle juice, tomato juice, ginger tea and other less appealing things to be eaten and drank.  Dee didn't return to her initial overt hostility towards Nancy, but for the most part seemed to be trying to avoid her though whether it was out of embarrassment or anger it was hard to tell.  Nancy felt a little sad over this as Dee reminded her in many ways of Cindy Kelly, her friend and lover back in Delta City, who had also made a somewhat initial awkward proposition based on the mistaken belief that Nancy would sleep with anyone on a whim.  She didn't think Dee was any kind of white supremacist, but there did seem to be a casual racism among the rodeo performers that manifested itself more in the form of bad jokes and stereotypes than something like burning crosses, but it was somewhat disconcerting to someone who was used to a much more diverse universe.  Charlie, who had won the bronc busting contest the day before seemed to be treated well enough by the  other cowboys, but sometimes it was hard to pick up on the little slights unless you actually lived in that person's shoes.

Just before the show started, Nancy received a text from Paul.

"According to my sources, Phillip Retter is just his latest alias.  He moves around a lot and just showed up in High Ridge a few years ago, possibly laying low to avoid both the law and some competitors he ran afoul of in the big city.  A dangerous man whose nickname is Rattlesnake since he is handy with a knife and likes to strike quick and without much warning."

Nancy spotted Retter in the stands during the rodeo and since he didn't exactly strike her as the type to be interested in such a thing, decided he was probably there to conclude his deal with Buzz and Whitey before the rodeo packed up and pulled out.  So it was, that she was starting to follow him towards the now familiar copse of trees sometime after the show ended when she came around the corner of a now empty stable to come face to face with an unfamiliar looking blonde man.

"I have come for you," said Seeker 1674.

Nancy eyed the man cautiously.  There was something not quite right about him.  His features were too regular, too perfect as if he were some kind of idealized painting of a man or was wearing a mask of some sort.  "I think that is a line from the original Trek," replied Nancy as she continued to look the man over, "but I suppose you can consider it part of Fair Use under the copyright laws.  Care to tell me what this is all about?"

"Your sister sends you her regards and says it is time for you to die," replied the man with a shrug.  

"Oh isn't that sweet," cooed Nancy.  "If you survive to see my dear sister, please tell her I would prefer chocolates the next time.  I am rather partial to the Russell Stover creams."

The man didn't reply verbally, but abruptly his body shimmered to be replaced by his near featureless jet black form and he charged towards Nancy with a speed that took even the experienced agent off guard.  He crashed into her and they both smashed through the rotting wood of the stable wall.  They landed with the creature on top of Nancy, but she brought her legs up quickly and flipped him over her head halfway across the stable to land in a small pile of dirty hay.  The Seeker flipped back onto his feet almost instantly and charged Nancy once more just as she was getting to her feet.  She didn't have time to brace herself and went flying back into one of the posts that helped hold up the ceiling, giving her head a hard crack.  The stable spun around her for a moment allowing the Seeker to close on her and she saw his clawed hand slashing towards her.  Nancy tried to dodge, but wasn't quite quick enough and she felt a burning pain down her left arm as she spun away and tried to put the post between her and her attacker.

Nancy expected the creature to try and press its advantage, but instead it stood there smirking at her.  She didn't understand why since while the arm wound was bleeding profusely, it was hardly fatal, but then a savage pain coursed through her body and forced her to reach out a hand to the post to support herself.

"Yes, it is a fast acting and quite lethal poison," said the Seeker as it now casually walked around the post, grabbed Nancy and flung her onto the dirty floor.  "You will be dead shortly, but I shall still enjoy myself with your body both before and after your demise."  Nancy didn't have the breath or energy to respond as the pain intensified, spreading out from her arm to all parts of her body.  Dimly, she was aware of the creature stripping off its clothes and then bending over her to rip open her blouse and expose her breasts.

"We were told you were a dangerous foe," sneered the Seeker as it grabbed one of Nancy's tits in each hand and gave them a painful squeeze which she barely felt over the pain from the poison.  "Yet you were hardly a challenge at all and fell so easily to the first of us to face you."

"I will try and do better in the future," managed Nancy through gritted teeth.

"There will be no future for you," declared the Seeker, "and with your death, there will be no future for humanity.  Our masters have won."  While it spoke, the Seeker ripped away Nancy's skirt and panties then gripping one of her legs in each hand, it positioned itself with its huge cock at the entrance to her pussy.  "You should feel privileged human whore since the last thing you will feel in your life is my member filling your worthless body."  With that, the Seeker thrust forward driving its full length into the blonde in one savage thrust.

The joke is on him thought Nancy dully, I can barely feel him fucking me with my guts on fire from the poison.  The Seeker pulled his cock back so only the head was inside her and paused savouring the situation for a moment before thrusting forward again.  It repeated this half a dozen more times before beginning to go faster as it saw the life draining away from its victim and wanted the satisfaction of cumming inside her at least once before she died. It almost seemed a shame to waste such a delightful cock sheath when it could have been taken as a slave for future use, but its orders had been very clear on that matter.  With a loud moan of pleasure, the Seeker began to unload its cum into the human whore in huge sticky blasts that soon overflowed her cunt.

The Seeker held its cock inside the blonde for another minute or so after cumming and then pulled out and looked down at the human.  It was not clear if she was still alive, but his cock was still hard, so he flipped her over and pulled her ass cheeks apart to get access to her rear entrance.  With a grunt, he shoved his member deep inside this new hole and began to fuck the woman once more.  When he came for the second time, he was sure the woman was dead from the rigidity of her body.  Once more, he pulled his cock from her depths and considered his options.  He decided not to let those marvelous breasts go to waste and setting the woman on her back positioned his cock between those huge boobs.  He grabbed one in each hand to wrap them tight around his cock and began his third assault on her body.  He was nearing his third climax and was looking forward to painting the dead body with his sperm when her eyes suddenly flashed open.  The Seeker froze, too surprised to do anything but stare down into those blue depths in shock.  It had played this type of game hundreds of times in the past and no one had ever recovered from his poison.

"Surprise you mother fucking bastard," snarled Nancy as she smashed a fist into each side of the Seeker's head.  It stumbled back off her, but before it could straighten up, Nancy smashed a booted foot into its nuts.  The Seeker howled in pain, its hands going instinctively to its groin, leaving itself open to other attacks.  Nancy didn't waste any time trying to be fancy, but just smashed the palm of her hand up into the nose of the creature with all her strength, driving the bone back into its brain.  The Seeker was dead before its body hit the ground.

With a groan, Nancy staggered to her feet and gave the creature a weak kick just for the hell of it.  Her healing factor had just barely been able to deal with the poison, though she wasn't sure if she hadn't technically died for a few seconds there or had simply blacked out.  She vaguely remembered the thing hammering her ass and then the next thing she knew, she woke up to find it titty fucking her.  Feeling as weak as a newborn kitten, Nancy managed to get dressed, being forced to borrow the shirt of the dead creature since her own had been shredded.  She made it to the hole in the wall and was about to step through when she saw Buzz and Whitey approaching and flattened herself against the wall.  Either they didn't notice the new hole in the wall, or were simply too intent on their mission to care as they continued on past the stable towards the trees where Retter had disappeared in what now seemed like hours ago to Nancy, but in reality had probably only been ten or fifteen minutes.

Nancy waited for the two men to go past and then as silently as she could, she slipped out the hole and followed them.  She really felt more like just finding a nice quiet place to lie down and recuperate, but this looked like it would be her only chance to put this little drug ring out of business. It didn't seem terribly important when compared to the fate of humanity, but her instincts told her this was why she had been brought here.  Fentanyl overdoses had killed many people during the early 21st century and perhaps one of the deaths she might prevent would turn out to be someone important or maybe it would be their child or grandchild.  She might never find out exactly who it was, but she felt it was clearly her job to prevent that death if she could.

Once in the trees, Nancy stopped to listen carefully and soon heard the muted sound of voices not far from her.  She crept forward as quietly as she could manage and from behind a tree, she peered at the three men.  Buzz had been carrying a small backpack that she hadn't noticed until now and he was pulling a plastic bag from it to hand to Retter while Whitey was counting the bundle of money the local had just given him.  Nancy pulled out her phone and snapped a few pictures for evidence and was about to close in and take the trio down when a new flash of pain seared through her body.  She really should have listened to her body and taken the time to let her healing factor fully deal with the poison before exerting herself she thought as she doubled over in pain.  As hard as she tried, Nancy couldn't totally suppress the moan of pain that escaped her lips and in a few seconds, the three men were standing over her.  Retter had a knife in his hands and Nancy couldn't help but recall the warning Paul had given her about how dangerous he was.

"I told you that I thought the bitch was some kind of plant," snarled Buzz as he looked down at Nancy.

"Yeah, but what the hell is the matter with her?" asked Whitey.

"Who cares?" put in Retter and then he caught sight of the still oozing wound on Nancy's arm.  "It looks like she ran into something, maybe a cougar that took a chunk out of her.  Too bad it didn't finish her, but I will take care of that now."

"Drop that knife and stand away from her!" called a new voice and Nancy looked up through pain filled eyes to see Levi, Stretch, Dee, Paul and several other of the cowboys standing there.

"Hey Levi, am I glad to see you," began Whitey.  "We caught this varmint skulking around and we were going to grab him and turn him over to the cops when the lady showed up."

"Give it a rest Whitey," broke in Dee angrily.  "We know what is going on here.  This fellah," and she gestured at Paul Wong,  "came looking for Nancy and told me she was tracking you because she thought you were using the rodeo to deal drugs all around the circuit.  Even if I didn't want to believe him, we all heard enough of what you three said to know you are spouting pure bullshit now."

"Not to mention what we are going to find in that backpack I imagine," added Levi.

"Well you stupid hicks can go fuck yourselves," snarled Retter as he moved to press his knife to Nancy's throat.  "Come any closer and I will slit the whore's throat."  He had just started to bend down with the knife extended when there was a loud bang and he gave a scream of pain and grabbed his hand.

"You should have paid more attention to the show," snapped Dee who was holding her gun in one hand after drawing and firing so fast that Retter had never seen her move.  Whitey and Buzz looked from Retter to Dee and turned to run only to find Levi and Stretch blocking their way.  They took one look at the angry expression on the other's faces and gave in without a fight.

* * *

"I thought that pair was up to something," admitted Levi a few hours later when the police had come to collect the trio.  "I saw them sneaking away a few times, but didn't know what for.  I sort of figured they were just out meeting some local girls for a little fun time is all.  If I had known they were using my rodeo to deal drugs, I would have canned their asses long before this"

"Hell, I thought drugs were just a big city problem," said Tom.  "I figured maybe a little weed, but I thought folk around here pretty much stuck to booze for a good time."

Nancy was tempted to point out the "just booze" was the source of a lot of problems for many people from car accidents to domestic abuse, but doubted she would find a receptive audience and decided to just let it pass this time.  Hell, maybe it was her own negative reaction to alcohol that made her think the way she did and she knew she was in a definite minority.  She had managed to stay out of things with the police, giving all the credit to Levi, Dee and the others.  The pictures she had taken were on Paul's phone and it had been easy to let the cops think he had taken them.  Buzz, Whitey and Retter didn't seem anxious to admit being foiled by a woman and probably wouldn't say anything if and when they went to trial.  Knowing someone like Retter, he was likely to just take up where he had left off if he did go to jail and got out, but maybe a few lives would be saved in the meantime.  Some inner instinct told Nancy that this was enough to accomplish her mission.

"Are you sure you won't change your mind and come with us?" asked Levi. "Raffy is back on his feet, but we could always use someone with your talent and I don't just mean your chest this time either."

Nancy was tempted to ask him if some of the talent he would miss was her oral ability, but again decided to let that sleeping dog lay.  "Thanks, but I was always planning to just spend a few days with you and then move on.  I have another job in mind, but I appreciate the offer.  If I ever make it back this way again, I will look you up."  Levi nodded, shook her hand and turned to head for his truck and join the others as they prepared to pull out, but Dee lingered behind.

"I guess we will never know if it was the alcohol talking the other night," she said a bit shyly.  "You did give me a few things to think about though."

Nancy smiled, leaned in and gave Dee a quick kiss on the lips and then the redhead hurried away to join her brother while blushing furiously.

When the rodeo vehicles had all disappeared into the distance, Nancy walked over to the stable and peered inside.  The creature's body had rapidly decomposed and there wasn't much of it left.  If anyone did stumble on it now, they would probably think it was just some wild animal that had died here.  Turning around, she saw a dimensional portal opening and stepped through it.

Nancy found herself in a dimly lit room that reeked of the smell of sweat, blood and fear.  There were several other people around her, looking way too frightened to have noticed someone appear out of thin air.  The walls of the room or rather the cell she corrected herself upon seeing the bars that formed one wall were concrete with water dripping down them in several places to form puddles on the dirt floor.  Suddenly the bars were pulled aside and half a dozen purple skinned aliens came in brandishing whips.

"Ok humans, it is time for you to entertain us in the arena," said one of them as he flicked his whip at a frightened woman to get her moving.  The Emperor is in attendance today, so try and die well for him."  As she started to move with the others, Nancy could hear the roar of thousands of spectators rising in cheers.


The End