Priests of the Wild West Part 2 (Patreon)

That time had come again, so tension was high in the western town of Duellat. Two opponents stood opposite of each other, both ready to draw their firearm while anxiously waiting for the specific signal.

And to be frank, Franky also really didn’t want to have to duel anyone, let alone try to shoot someone with a gun. He kind of regretted giving his goddess Nagisa the idea for the priests to visit a western town, since he really didn't expect the situation to devolve into an all out duel competition, but here he was.

“Attention Duelists! The third round of Nagisa’s Western Cup of Fate™ is about to begin. To the duellists Franky and Carson: Please take your positions ten meters apart from each other and ready your weapons.”

Both of them drew their weapon, yet that didn’t reassure either of them.

“Because Franky has already won the allegiance of one other contestant and has been partly transformed, he may use his servant in this duel to even the playing field. Any last questions?”

“Uhm… yeah?” Carson said, scratching the back of his head. “I mean… I see the Harpy servant, but… uhm… Franky doesn’t exactly look partially transformed. I also have not had the opportunity to watch round one yet. Can someone tell me what happened there?”

“Ahaha…” The sand-winged harpy fluttered down from a nearby room, landing on the ground next to Franky. Though Franky looked more ashamed than anything.

“I don’t want to talk about round one right now…” Frank muttered.

“Huh? What happened?!?” Carson pressed further.

“No more questions? Then… begin!”

“Huh?” “Hu?” “Wha-…?” All three of them totally panicked when the goddess suddenly gave the signal, making the two human contestants fumble to get their weapons pointed at each other again.

Peng! Peng!

The results of this shootout were much more decisive, because two people immediately crumbled to the ground. Carson had to hold his chest tightly as the bullet had seemingly hit dead center on his chest, but also… the harpy fell to her knees, as she had apparently blocked the other bullet with both of her wings to deflect it from Franky.

“Ugh… that's a rough start for me…” Carson complained, but made sure not to make the same mistake as the people before him, so he tried to keep his eyes locked onto his opponent. However, the pressure on his chest was still steadily increasing, so much so that even his shirt couldn’t withstand it for very long.

“Roze! Roze! Are you okay?” Franky cried out, though the Harpy did seem like she was out of commission for a little while. So while the weight on Carson’s chest appeared to increase exponentially, he still tried to silently aim with his gun again in order to get a shot at revenge… A revenge shot, so-to-speak.

Peng! Peng!

“Ah!”

“Hnnah!”

At least one of Carson’s shots had found its target, though he wasn’t quite sure if it had struck the guy’s leg or had landed higher up. Almost at the same time, Carson’s breasts erupted in a final glorious burst, completely ripping apart that little shirt he had been wearing.

On the other hand, Franky had realized that he had made a mistake and was now paying for it. After a loud gun noise and a sharp pain in his hips, he knew that he was about to change as well for the first time.

And what a change it was, as Franky felt alien in his own skin when all of his body hair appeared to vaporize under the harsh sunlight, yet this somehow even boosted his skin's softness by a considerable amount. His thighs were definitely gaining in volume too, but he had no time to pay attention to that.

After all, he was in the middle of a duel and needed to win to keep his manhood.

“Master! I’ll go in - cover me!” Roze the harpy suddenly announced, jumping off the ground and fluttering into the sky. If she hadn’t miscalculated how numb her wings still were after her defensive maneuver, her flight would’ve looked… a little more graceful.

Regardless, it looked like Carson took the bait by finally averting his gaze from Franky to focus on the weirdly flying harpy, before taking a shot at her instead of him, which Carson immediately took advantage of.

Peng! Peng!

Peng!

Roze, having been hit twice more, tumbled out of the sky and landed on the floor with swirling eyes, clearly in no condition to fight anymore. However, her maneuver had at least given Franky a clean shot, albeit one that he sadly more or less butchered. He hit Carson’s leg and blasted his pants away, but other than maybe changing his legs into becoming smooth and hairless, that shot had little effect.

“So it’s a one on one now,” Carson muttered, making Franky ask himself if his opponent had even noticed that half of his clothes were already missing.

“Looks like it. May the better Duelist win,” Franky replied out of courtesy. Although, since Carson was holding out so well against Roze and him, then it gave him the feeling that he could be outmatched here.

“Well… Better stop me quickly!” Carson suddenly shouted and dashed towards Franky, at a pace that showed that he was giving it his all, instigating Franky to panic for a second as he hastily tried to ready and aim his gun at the running opponent, yet…

“Too slow!”

Peng! Peng!

“Agnh…” Franky could only hold his chest once the pain and pleasure spread from his core, not even paying attention to his opponent anymore. Which, in hindsight, wasn’t a great idea as…

Thunk!

Without further ado, Carson had tackled Franky to the ground and sat himself on top of Franky, while that guy was still lost in the feeling of breast sprouting from his chest for the first time in his life, thanks to the shot he had received before.

“I think this is over,” Carson said, aiming directly for Frankie’s head, before…

Peng!

…shooting him at point blank range. This once again shook Franky to the core, though the much more interesting feeling was when, as a result of that shot, his hair expanded so fast that it looked like the blast's shockwave made it flutter in the wind, which even mesmerized Carson for a moment.

And who could blame him? After all, he now got to enjoy a front row seat of a guy turning into a cute girl right before his eyes. …and directly under his butt too, since he was still sitting on top of his opponent…

“Yeah… I should end this…” he said, scooted back a little bit, aimed for the sacred gun of the incapacitated Franky and…

Peng!

…turned it into a holster with just one precise shot.

“Congratulations, Carson! You have won this duel and with that ownership over Stella. Good luck on your next round!”

"Huh? Wait, what?!?" Roze suddenly perked up from the ground, looking to the right and left in confusion, before her eyes fell upon the half naked Carson, riding on top of the panting girl Roze had called her master until just a few moments ago. “...should I ask what you are doing, new master…?”

“...I don’t want to talk about it, okay?” was all Carson could reply. Although, that still left him to wonder… what the hell had happened in the first round.

— the first round —

“...and begin!” the announcer declared, causing both Duelists to aim their weapons. However, before any shots could be fired, Robert laughed, lowered his gun against the palm of his other hand and said confidently: “Haha~ Let’s not be so serious about this. Here, I have a lot more experience with this sort of thing, so I don’t mind giving you the first sho-…”

“Peng!”

“Auh… What the-…?” Robert panicked, having accidentally touched the trigger of his weapon and shot himself in the hand, resulting in both arms to rapidly expand with feathers. As a result, he began struggling more and more to hold his weapon until-…

“Wha-…”

“Peng!”

“Ack… my legs…!” When the gun had dropped to the floor and went off, it had naturally hit Robert’s leg, which then shrank and contorted into that of a bird's leg. However, hopping around on one oddly shaped leg was definitely a bad idea, as he then stepped on the gun once again, leading to it aiming at his crotch and-…

“Peng!”

“Congratulations Franky! You have won this duel and, with that, ownership over Roze…”

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The time has come, the sun stands high and it is round three of the amazing Priest wild west shootout tournament! And this time, it may end with a giant-… Wait… What happened in round one, anyways?