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🏇🏻 Wasteland Pony Express (interactive fiction)
characters: The Listening Lady, Johnny Knives, Hero, Frances, Nuisance, Lou, Artie
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My ✨ post-apocalyptic Lesbian Cowgirl Mailman choose-your-own adventure✨ has just updated for the 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.
Venus looked her over and shook her head. “Am I dreaming?” she asked, her voice quiet.
“I don’t think so,” Lou said, but she’d been wrong before. If they were in Venus’s dream, Lou hoped that she’d wake up soon.
“I dreamed about you. All the time,” Venus said. Lou pulled her aching knees up so that Venus could sit back on the couch. “The longer it’d been, the worse they got. At first, somebody would come back from the wastes with a single little red boot, or a checked bra, or a little bitty calf bone that I just knew was yours.”
She stared up into space as she spoke, and shuddered. Lou drew the blanket up under her armpits. It felt strange to be inside, especially in such a heavily decorated space, after being away for so long. The walls loomed on either side of them and kept the air still. The curtains didn’t so much as twitch.
“Then, you started coming back, but you weren’t right. You’d show up at my door just after sunset, your hat pulled low over your eyes. And I could never get you to smile, even to talk. You would be pale and languid and gaunt, and then I’d notice that you wouldn’t come inside, and you had blood around your mouth and under your nails, or you’d have no feet, or you’d just be gone again when I turned back, and I wouldn’t know if I was dreaming or not.”
Lou looked down at her bloody-looking fingertips.
“But even in my worst dreams,” Venus said, looking over her shoulder at her, “you never once looked this bad, baby.”
I really wanted to hit two Western Genre beats in this finale: 1) throwing open the doors to a busy saloon and having everyone go hushed and 2) Doc Holliday laying in the sanitarium "now, this is funny" dying w boots OFF moment
when you drug her then make her squirt and leave her out in the wasteland to get herself home despite her illness and injury and (you already know) broken heart so you can go off to die at the hand of god, this is who you’re drugging, making squirt, leaving out in the wasteland to get herself home despite her illness and injury and (you already know) broken heart so you can go off to die at the hand of god
My ✨ post-apocalyptic Lesbian Cowgirl Mailman choose-your-own adventure✨ has just updated for the 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.
Venus looked her over and shook her head. “Am I dreaming?” she asked, her voice quiet.
“I don’t think so,” Lou said, but she’d been wrong before. If they were in Venus’s dream, Lou hoped that she’d wake up soon.
“I dreamed about you. All the time,” Venus said. Lou pulled her aching knees up so that Venus could sit back on the couch. “The longer it’d been, the worse they got. At first, somebody would come back from the wastes with a single little red boot, or a checked bra, or a little bitty calf bone that I just knew was yours.”
She stared up into space as she spoke, and shuddered. Lou drew the blanket up under her armpits. It felt strange to be inside, especially in such a heavily decorated space, after being away for so long. The walls loomed on either side of them and kept the air still. The curtains didn’t so much as twitch.
“Then, you started coming back, but you weren’t right. You’d show up at my door just after sunset, your hat pulled low over your eyes. And I could never get you to smile, even to talk. You would be pale and languid and gaunt, and then I’d notice that you wouldn’t come inside, and you had blood around your mouth and under your nails, or you’d have no feet, or you’d just be gone again when I turned back, and I wouldn’t know if I was dreaming or not.”
Lou looked down at her bloody-looking fingertips.
“But even in my worst dreams,” Venus said, looking over her shoulder at her, “you never once looked this bad, baby.”
This theme has not gotten a lot of discussion as I’ve been desperately begging people to read this over the years, but with this finale, I really wanted to remind everyone that this is story is for “first draft” children whose parents go on to have a successful second go at a new family.
Obviously, irl, this is *usually* a dad thing, but due to the nature of my work, even women can do this #feminism
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My ✨ post-apocalyptic Lesbian Cowgirl Mailman choose-your-own adventure✨ has just updated for the 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.
Venus looked her over and shook her head. “Am I dreaming?” she asked, her voice quiet.
“I don’t think so,” Lou said, but she’d been wrong before. If they were in Venus’s dream, Lou hoped that she’d wake up soon.
“I dreamed about you. All the time,” Venus said. Lou pulled her aching knees up so that Venus could sit back on the couch. “The longer it’d been, the worse they got. At first, somebody would come back from the wastes with a single little red boot, or a checked bra, or a little bitty calf bone that I just knew was yours.”
She stared up into space as she spoke, and shuddered. Lou drew the blanket up under her armpits. It felt strange to be inside, especially in such a heavily decorated space, after being away for so long. The walls loomed on either side of them and kept the air still. The curtains didn’t so much as twitch.
“Then, you started coming back, but you weren’t right. You’d show up at my door just after sunset, your hat pulled low over your eyes. And I could never get you to smile, even to talk. You would be pale and languid and gaunt, and then I’d notice that you wouldn’t come inside, and you had blood around your mouth and under your nails, or you’d have no feet, or you’d just be gone again when I turned back, and I wouldn’t know if I was dreaming or not.”
Lou looked down at her bloody-looking fingertips.
“But even in my worst dreams,” Venus said, looking over her shoulder at her, “you never once looked this bad, baby.”
This theme has not gotten a lot of discussion as I’ve been desperately begging people to read this over the years, but with this finale, I really wanted to remind everyone that this is story is for “first draft” children whose parents go on to have a successful second go at a new family.
Obviously, irl, this is *usually* a dad thing, but due to the nature of my work, even women can do this #feminism
My ✨ post-apocalyptic Lesbian Cowgirl Mailman choose-your-own adventure✨ has just updated for the 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.
Venus looked her over and shook her head. “Am I dreaming?” she asked, her voice quiet.
“I don’t think so,” Lou said, but she’d been wrong before. If they were in Venus’s dream, Lou hoped that she’d wake up soon.
“I dreamed about you. All the time,” Venus said. Lou pulled her aching knees up so that Venus could sit back on the couch. “The longer it’d been, the worse they got. At first, somebody would come back from the wastes with a single little red boot, or a checked bra, or a little bitty calf bone that I just knew was yours.”
She stared up into space as she spoke, and shuddered. Lou drew the blanket up under her armpits. It felt strange to be inside, especially in such a heavily decorated space, after being away for so long. The walls loomed on either side of them and kept the air still. The curtains didn’t so much as twitch.
“Then, you started coming back, but you weren’t right. You’d show up at my door just after sunset, your hat pulled low over your eyes. And I could never get you to smile, even to talk. You would be pale and languid and gaunt, and then I’d notice that you wouldn’t come inside, and you had blood around your mouth and under your nails, or you’d have no feet, or you’d just be gone again when I turned back, and I wouldn’t know if I was dreaming or not.”
Lou looked down at her bloody-looking fingertips.
“But even in my worst dreams,” Venus said, looking over her shoulder at her, “you never once looked this bad, baby.”
