The night stretched on; the ground was cold and hard as it is want to be. Regina struggled to sleep, knowing the plans that lay ahead were not simple. Her new companion was still mysterious, but she found she trusted her naturally despite Emma freely admitting she was an outlaw who used trickery and deception to steal from others. She was at heart a gentleman, for she let Regina sleep on the bedroll.
Emma kept watch; her back against rock, knees up. She cleaned her gun and tended to the fire, while Regina quietly watched and contemplated until her eyes grew heavy. The predawn hours were the coldest, but the sun rose sure as it always did, and the two women started their mission.
"Aspasia can't carry both of us, not that far and at that speed," Emma frowned and scuffed her boot into the dirt when Regina described where they were headed.
"The Starling can do simple math, charming," Regina rolled her eyes and placed both hands on the back of the bronze beast, enchanting the gears and levers with magic. The mechanical horse reared to life, ready to carry them forever.
Emma took a moment to regard Regina with skepticism, "If you're so powerful, witch, how come you need me?"
"You'll see," Regina replied and watched Emma jump up on the horse's back. She extended her arm and Regina flushed and smiled before taking it. Even for a woman Emma was quite strong, she boosted Regina up onto the horse and she settled in behind her. The night had been unkind and Regina's back protested the horseback position, it had been quite a spell since she'd been on a horse: live or mechanical.
Times were changing and it was rare to see a live animal ridden these days. The farmers and ranchers used them around their property, but the cost to feed a horse hay was becoming more expensive than to feed steam and coal to a machine.
It was more than a day's ride to the destination, but Regina was hell-bent on arriving within the day. With a bit of luck, the magic would hold and she trusted her partner to not veer off course. The enchantment made the horse double its pace and the dust rose up around them in a great cloud as they headed into parts unknown.
"I really don't want to go back near that hellish town. You can see it from 100 miles away you know, the blackness that surrounds it pollutes the sky," Emma revealed with disdain. Regina kept quiet, knowing the black town was eventually where they would end up. "Where are we going exactly?"
"We'll be meeting up with my business partner and then we'll be… trying our luck," Regina explained over the wind resistance. Her skirts were slipping on the polished back of Aspasia and she was forced to wrap both arms around Emma's waist. To be heard she rested her chin on her shoulder and spoke directly into her ear. A shiver ran through Emma's body and her chin twitched, which caused Regina to hum in appreciation. It appeared her words had quite the effect on the rider.
"Trying our luck?" Emma asked, clearly fed up with Regina's vagueness and games. "Tell me, alright."
"Are you familiar with The Enchantica Ranch?"
Emma's eyes widened and Regina sensed a strange panic emanating from her, "No, never heard of it," she replied all too quickly.
"Surely you have," Regina held her tighter, curious and perplexed regarding Emma's strange reaction. "It's the largest and most famous brothel this side of the Mississippi."
Emma spit into the dirt and turned the gears protruding from Aspasia's neck to try and speed up enough that conversation would be impossible. The metal polished hooves effortlessly kicked harder against the ground and a two streams of steam pumped from the horse's nostrils. Up ahead in the far distance a large vortex of coal black smoke hovered over the land. The Enchantica Ranch was located on the outskirts, just on the edge of where the black smoke touched, the settlement known as Gold's town.
"They say the ladies of Enchantica are fine as cream gravy, Em-ma," Regina taunted her as they sped onwards. The flat desert ground gave way to rockier dirt with pointed cacti and spiky brush protruding from the barren earth as they drew nearer to their destination.
"I'll bet they are," Emma retorted, her jaw set as the horse gained speed. They raced down a steep hill and through a canyon, and Regina felt the freedom and exhilaration of riding horseback that she had long forgotten. "If we're going to make the ranch by nightfall we've got to get a wiggle on."
…
The Enchantica Ranch boasted a sprawling and well-kept estate. Passersby would assume the mansion and flat surrounding pastures were owned by an Eastern aristocrat. Many did pass by none the wiser about the sins of the flesh that were committed and enjoyed behind the doors of the big house.
Madame Maleficent was an entrepreneur quite like Regina was, but she made her money by dealing in sex and gambling. Maleficent was a London born woman who had accompanied her fiancé overseas. He had succumbed to consumption shortly after arriving in America, and Maleficent was virtually penniless and unable to obtain the funds to travel home. Instead, she made her way westward, but work was hard to come by and no one was keen on hiring an uneducated widow. She soon found it to her advantage to use her body to make her living.
She'd ride into a burg, take a room at the inn, paint her lips scarlet, and find a way to flirt with the gamblers who were up on their luck in the saloons. At first it was disconcerting to let strange men explore her body intimately, but the wages she earned helped to ease the guilt and grimy feeling that came with being used and handled roughly. After wandering from town to town and saving her earnings, she met up with a troupe of traveling burlesque performers.
The travesty[1] outwardly promised music and ribald comedy, but everyone in attendance knew that sex was the primary attraction. The performers were immodestly underdressed and took on roles as sexual aggressors and the show gained attention through prudish outrage. Maleficent was all for pushing the boundaries and became the break out star and unofficial ring leader of the troupe. Wherever they went to perform, no matter how great the hall, they were guaranteed a sold out audience. Maleficent would sometimes 'forget' to wear her tights during her infamous 'cooch' dance that led to a few close calls for public exhibition with the law.
Eventually, she decided to retire from the traveling performances, taking her amassed fortune and a handful of the best and brightest girls to open her own business: The Enchantica Ranch.
She no longer had to fuck for her money, but preferred to watch her girls and ensure quality control, instructing them on tips and tricks to get the gentlemen and cowboys off quicker: satisfied but eager and wanting more. It insured repeat business.
In recent months, Maleficent was looking to expand her menu of services. Despite Dr. Whale's weekly examinations, venereal disease had put a few of whores out of commission for the duration. No sex translated to no money for Maleficent, so she had to find a new enterprising way to up her profits. Combined with Mr. Gold slashing wages for the factory workers and hiking up rent and living expenses, the frequent patrons of the Enchantica Ranch had to cut back on their visits.
Maleficent was a survivor and she was unwilling to suffer and lose her life of luxury. She was put in touch with an old friend from her formative years. Regina Mills and her associate Kathryn Nolan were creating new inventions in the business of getting folks off: Steam powered vibrators and state of the art masturbatory aids. Kathryn had arrived the day before, Regina was conspicuously absent. Kathryn had spent the evening showing off the wonderful devices. Mal had been hard at work educating the girls on their functions before the big bugs blew in.
There was much to do around the ranch. Hired hands were setting up the ballroom for the notorious poker tournament that the ranch funded and ran annually. Outlaws, cowboys, cheaters and winners came from as far as the Carolina's to partake in the grandest event of debauchery of the year.
The wind chime rang announcing new visitors had arrived at the Enchantica. Maleficent took a final puff from her long pipe and rose from her sitting room to greet her guest and find out what perversion they wished to indulge.
….
"You gotta take the right amount of dew, otherwise you'll be stuck between hay and grass," Emma warned as she dismounted Aspasia two miles east of the Enchantica. She helped Regina down silently, holding her around the waist and catching her as she slid off the leather saddle and into Emma's arms.
"Not quite a man, but no longer a woman…" Regina looked into her eyes and whispered her understanding.
"Right," Emma let go reluctantly and procured a small vile with a carved ivory snakehead cap that hung on a thick chain around her neck. She pulled out a droplet of thick yellow oil and placed it on her tongue. Regina shifted with nerves, worried on how she was dressed. No man would wear skirts and corsets. She needed to use magic to alter her feminine clothing.
Before her eyes Emma transformed. Her eyes remained green and pretty, but her body lengthened and her girth increased. Stubble grew rapidly on her cheeks and chin and her muscles bulged against the material of her clothing. Her once baggy leathers were now tight, definition of the muscle evident against the stretched fabric.
"Marvelous!" Regina exclaimed her eyes glittery as she drank in Emma's new form. "My turn."
Emma pinched the dropper in her now enlarged hands and gave Regina a look to confirm she was certain that she wanted to use this magic and become a man. She opened her mouth and Emma placed just a drip of the powerful magical liquid on her tongue. No sooner had she closed her mouth and gotten a small taste of the putrid potion when the effects immediately began to take hold. Her perspective changed as she looked down, her eyes were now farther from the ground.
Her dress bunched and tore at the chest and waist where she had broadened and extended. The coursing magic heightened her senses and she felt a strange sensation of ripe irritation mixed with euphoria as the male hormones surged through her transforming body. In awe, she felt the new roughness of her skin and touched the dark beard that had blossomed on her face.
She shifted on her feet, and her eyes widened as she felt a newly grown appendage pushing against undergarments between her legs.
"You make just as handsome a man as you do a lady, Regina. What shall I call you now?"
"Rex," Regina replied in wonder as though she had given it thought beforehand. The name felt right and suited her new masculine form.
"Rex in a dress," Emma whistled low and long, smiling with twinkling eyes. "How do you feel?"
"Different…when we arrive, I wish to see myself in a looking glass. I need sharp new clothes, let's get on with it," Regina tried to keep her enthusiasm at bay, but she was entranced by this wonderful magic and eager to get to get to the ranch. Even her voice was deeper and vibrant in her chest.
With concentration she used an old spell to envelope her new body in a swirl of violet smoke and change her satins and corsets into a waistcoat, shirt and new trousers. She would have to perfect the magic outfit when they arrived at the ranch, and she could take her time, but she felt much better knowing she looked the part of a man.
The last two miles took some time as the added mass from Aspasia carrying two burly men instead of two slim ladies added weight to his load. The magic that Regina had used had worn out, and the gears on the great beast were slowing and grating as they churned.
Regina still took the opportunity to feel Emma's chest and sides, transfixed by the difference in her new figure. "How long will this magic last?"
"A day or two tops," Emma turned her head and looked at Regina in puzzlement. "How long do you plan to keep us at this damned brothel?"
"A day or two… tops," Regina answered in turn. "Are you sure you've never been here before?"
Emma didn't reply, but a patch of red appeared on her cheeks and she turned around quickly as they rode up the long path to Enchantica. Dismounting the horse was a bit of a challenge due to Regina's new weight distribution. Emma effortlessly jumped down first as Regina sat back in the saddle to give her room. As she had before, she took Regina around the waist and helped her down.
"Ever the gentleman," Regina chuckled, realizing how ridiculous they looked as a pair of men riding together. The brothel seemed rather empty, but that may have had to do with its sheer size. The sun was just setting as they stepped up on the porch, tired and excited for what lay ahead.
Wind chimes rang softly and the sound carried off in the evening breeze as they entered the establishment. No one would call it a traditional business, and even though plenty of ladies of the night made Enchantica their permanent residence, no one would refer to the mansion as 'home.'
They stood in the main foyer waiting to be greeted when a curly haired blonde in a fancy dress, impossibly small waist, with sharp eyes and an edgy face appeared from behind a doorway. Regina recognized her immediately of course, she wondered if Kathryn had made it by coach after all, but she didn't want to give her identity away to Maleficent. It had been years since they'd known each other as friends, and Regina didn't know if she could trust the proprietress as it was now.
"Howdy Gentlemen," the woman smiled, and spoke in a soft southern sounding drawl, there was a strong English influence on her accent mixed with the deep tones of Louisiana. "Welcome to best whorehouse in the entire West! I see you boys are making an early journey before tomorrow's tournament."
The woman's eyes flitted over Emma, "Aww, and a familiar face. The Maverick, back again so soon! I didn't know you were partaking in tomorrow's poker game, but I'll let the girls know to add you to the roster and get your buy in."
"Poker?" Emma asked out loud, but quickly clamped her mouth shut when she caught on that Regina was looking at her knowingly.
Regina's lips parted and curled up in a smile. So Emma, rather -the Maverick- was no stranger to the brothel after all. She didn't blame her. Since taking on the form of 'Rex', Regina had been able to think about nothing but the diffused ache emanating from her groin. No wonder men acted as they did, it was hard to concentrate on important matters while carrying around an insatiable and wanting pecker in her pants all of the time.
"My name is Maleficent and I'll be your guide in picking out a lady that will delight and satisfy all of your appetites," she looked Emma up and down with kindness. "No matter how strange…we don't judge," she finished pointedly, her voice lowering at the end of the statement.
"Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Rex, and you apparently already know my…colleague, the Maverick…" Regina introduced herself and gestured to an embarrassed looking Emma, who immediately cast her gaze downwards and gave an awkward wave in acknowledgement. "We are here for the poker tournament tomorrow, and a bit of fun…"
"I do believe that can be arranged," Maleficent straightened her spine and placed one hand on her hip, and two fingers between her lips, whistling before she called out, "Girls we got customers, quit your dilly dallying and come down here."
There was the sound of high pitched female voices and the shuffling of feet against the wooden floor of the establishment as seven women appeared from the stairway and from behind closed doors. They soon presented themselves in a line up.
"Girls, I warned you it was going to get busy around here, and these early birds are the first of our guests. They are looking to have a grand evening and I trust you're all prepared to give them the biggest bang for their buck," Maleficent paced back in forth in front of her gallery of whores, showing them off with pride.
"Just holler when you see one…or two…that catch your eye, boys," Maleficent called over in aside.
"My girls are the best, have I mentioned that? Enchantica boasts a large menu of services, and some girls have specialties and acts that are rare and highly coveted in these parts. Take for instance this shy little flower, here."
A round faced girl, with rosy cheeks and soft looking skin, took a step forward and slowly raised her hem to show off white stockings and garters fastened tightly to her shapely thighs while Maleficent continued with her pitch.
"To look at her you'd think she was pure as the driven snow, but when she gets a-goin' there ain't no stopping her. She fuckslike her life depends on it. A perfect little whore..,if you've got the stamina to keep up…"
The introductions continued: a long haired woman who went by the name Godiva, a spunky red head with hair so big and flaming red that from a distance you'd think she was on fire, and there was a girl who specialized in foot massage and loved to have her toes sucked if that happened to be your fetish.
Other girls loved to be spanked and pinched as they were fucked, and the Madam insisted that the pain only heightened their pleasure. They had a woman who would have sex with her dog if you paid extra, and a whole assortment of oddities.
Regina and Emma listened to the pitch out of courtesy, but it was evident Emma wasn't looking to act on satisfying her base needs in front of her travel mate, and Regina wasn't interested in any of the whores at hand. She turned her focus back to the proprietress who was still speaking about her fine young whore who liked to be fucked in her sleep.
"All of the whores are just astounding, but my companion and I aren't fit for hogs after the day we've had. Do you have a room we could take tonight? Perhaps get a bath, a hot meal and a hard drink first?"
Emma followed dutifully, shaking her head as a few of the whores tried to take her hands and brush against her manhood in flirtation. "You're all just so pretty, it ain't right choosing," she said to flatter and brush the pouting girls off.
Maleficent stood in the doorway of one of the inn rooms on the upper level, while Regina eagerly entered and raced to the mirror. Emma watched intently and then averted her gaze and held her hat against her stomach and studied the floor.
"We have some very new and thrilling services that I'd like to show you two once you're settled and groomed up. Come out to the bar and have a drink, cool your heels, you gents must be getting on after a long sore day of travel. Ta ta."
[1] A word for a raunchy musical
Rating: Mature Archive Warning: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: F/F M/M Fandom: Once Upon a Time (TV) Relationship: Evil Queen | Regina Mills/Emma Swan Characters: Emma Swan Evil Queen | Regina Mills Rumplestiltskin | Mr. Gold Maleficent (Once Upon a Time) Abigail | Kathryn Nolan Belle (Once Upon a Time) Snow White | Mary Margaret Blanchard Additional Tags: Old West steam punk genderbender Swan Queen - Freeform Drama Action poker tournament Brothels whores steam powered sex toys Language: English Collections: SQBB IV: Four Letter Words Stats: Published: 2016-02-07 Completed: 2016-02-07 Words: 17300 Chapters: 6/6 Comments: 5 Kudos: 46 Bookmarks: 5 Hits: 684