Disclaimer: F Troop belongs to Warner Brothers Television. This story is
not-for-profit but I own it.

Date: 04/15/2008

Rating: NC-17

Warnings: Strong language, voyurism, female/female sex, male solo sex,
male/female sex

Categories: Het, slash, bi

Pairing: Wrangler Jane/m/f

Summary: Even though Captain Parmenter orders Wrangler Jane to straight home,
she instead goes to the sight of some mysterious disappearences to check it
out, only to have her get accidently placed inside a time vortex and wind up
in the present.

Other Notes: This AU story is a birthday gift for Melody Patterson, who was
born on April 16th, 1949.

Dedication: Happy 59th Birthday to Melody Patterson! -- ATK 2008

F Troop: America's First Time Traveler
by Andrew Troy Keller ([email protected])

It was on a warm and sunny Tuesday afternoon in the year 1865 that Captain
Wilton Parmenter and all of the officers under his command at Fort Courage,
Kansas were keeping watch from all areas of the base because someone had told
the local town sheriff that some folks from Henry De Kova to Joe Tucker had
been disappearing and were never heard from ever again which had caused his
beautiful yet tomboyish sweetheart, a blonde frontier maiden known as
'Wrangler' Jane Angelica Thrift to ride her horse over to the fort, only to
discover a totally upset Corporal Randolph Agarn jump off of a wagon that was
filled with some homemade moonshine and other goodies, kicked an empty water
bucket real hard and yelled at the top of his lungs, "GOD DAMN FUCKING SHIT!

"Whoa, Agarn! Take it easy! Just relax! As soon as this alert is all over,
we'll just go back to business as usual, okay?" that was the question that
Sergeant Morgan O'Rouke had asked Corporal Agarn after he had placed his
gentle hands on his fellow solider's arms and before Agarn had taken a deep
breath, let out his arms and said 'okay' to O'Rouke before they had gone
into the mess hall for a cup of coffee and a curious Wrangler Jane had
walked herself over to Wilton and gave him a gentle tap on his shoulder,
only to have him turn himself quickly around, place his hand on his chest
and let out a sigh of relief before he had asked, "What are you doing here,
Jane? Don't you see that we're on the alert around here?"

"Well, Wilton. I really don't see how going overboard with some silly little
alert is going to spoil our plans for a picnic lunch today," that was the
answer that Wranger Jane had given Wilton just before he had let out a small
chuckle and said, "Don't give me that, Jane. You just want the both of us to
go on that picnic lunch right now because you really want to see what had
caused those poor folks to disappear for yourself in order to figure out if
it's real or not. Well, Jane. You might as well forget it. As a matter of
fact, since I do believe that you do not wish to go on a romantic picnic
lunch alone, you might as well go right on home and let us do our work around
here, okay?"

And of course, she had taken a deep breath, got back on her horse and rode
herself out of the safety of Fort Courage but she had not gone home as Wilton
had asked her to do. Instead, she had rode her horse over to the one place
where the latest disappearence has taken place, which was where Jane had tied
the reins of her horse to a nearby tree, walked herself closer to the spot of
that latest weird mystery and started looking around the entire area for any
clue as to what was actually going on, only to have a strange vortex of light
appear behind her from out of nowhere, causing a frightened Jane to rush
herself over to a nearby cliff and start climbing up that cliff in order to
escape that vortex.

But that was before some dirt of the wall of that cliff had suddenly became
loose and caused a terrified Jane to have no other choice but to slide
herself back down and stumble herself right into the vortex just in time for
it to close itself up as soon as the vortex had opened itself right back up
and allowed her to stumble right out of it and plop herself right down on the
soft grass, Jane had sat herself up and noticed that the vortex had closed
itself back up and disappeared from her sight just before she had gotten
herself back up to her feet, started looking around the area that she has
been placed in and called, "HELLO! IS THERE ANYONE HERE? I DON'T MEAN YOU

And sure enough, that had caused -- according to Jane -- a strange looking
wagon with no horses pulling it moving straight towards her and slowing
itself down to a stop just in time for a young and handsome male stud with
dark-brown hair to open one of the doors, step out of the 'horseless wagon',
walk himself over to Jane and ask, "Hi there!I hate to burst your bubble
like this but Halloween is still on October!" that was before a young and
beautiful maiden with strawberry-blonde hair had walked herself over to the
male hunk and asked, "Say, Mike? Who's your new friend?" only to have Mike
shrug his shoulders and answer, "That's what I like to know, Julie. Hi, my
name is Michael Korman. My friends call me 'Mike'. My friends are known as
Julie Meriwether -- her father is CEO of Meriwether Industries -- and Harvey
Newmar. Now, we just want to know what your name is."

"I'm known as 'Wrangler' Jane Angelica Thrift and I have this feeling that
I'm not in the year 1865," that was the answer that a confused Jane had gave
to the three friends before Mike's best friend, Harvey had cleared his thorat
and said, "As a matter of fact, Jane. You're right on the money. You see, you
are now in the outskirts of Berrywood, Kansas in the year 2008... which
happens to be 143 years later," which had caused a totally shocked Jane to
drop herself down to her knees, place her hands over her face and start
crying her eyes out before an understanding Mike had lifted poor Jane back
up to her feet and said, "Look, Jane. I'm sorry that we have no way of
returning you to 1865 but if you're willing to do so, you're more than
welcome to stay at this house on the corner of Farr Street and Berle Avenue.
The three of us are living in there and we really don't mind having a guest
or two stay with us for a while, okay?"

And after she had given that whole idea some thought and decided to accept
Mike's kind and generous offer, Jane's three newfound friends had placed her
inside their pick-up truck with them and head straight back to their personal
place of residence, where a suddenly awestruck Jane had gazed her eyes upon
how terrific the whole place has been decorated, Harvey had looked at his
watch and said, "Ah, shit! Look, you guys. I've got to get my ass over to the
mall or my supervisor will totally chew my ass off. I'll see you guys later,
okay?" and after he had left the house, a small smiling Julie had placed her
gentle hand on Jane's shoulder and asked, "Say, Jane? How about you and I go
upstairs and take a nice warm shower together?"

Then, after she had shrugged her shoulders and said 'okay' to that idea, both
Jane and Julie had gone up the stairs and into the bathroom, where Julie had
turned on the water and both she and Jane had stripped off all of their
clothes, stepped into the shower and started rubbing soap all over their
bare-ass naked bodies, only to have the two time-crossed babes look at each
other's wonderfully built nude bodies and kiss each other ever so
passionately on the lips before Julie had started licking all over Jane's
nude body -- all the way down to her hot, wet pussy and carressing her firm
breasts just in time for a curious Mike to step into the bathroom to see if
Jane was in need of some clean towels or something like that.

But as soon as he had discovered what Jane and Julie were doing with each
other, a sexually curious Mike had taken all of his clothes off and began
stroking his stiff cock just before he had stepped inside the same shower
and placed his stone hard dick inside Julie's asshole and his hands on
Jane's bare shoulders, causing the time lost blonde beauty to place her
hands on Julie's bare shoulders and say, "Aaaahhhh, yeeeessss! That's it!
Do it, Julie! Touch me! Touch me there! Suck my wet pussy dry while Mike
fucks you in the ass! Aaaahhhh!"

And after they had laid their nude bodies down on the floor of the shower,
Mike had taken his stiff cock out of Julie's backside and allowed Jane to
start sucking on it and Julie had started pumping two of her fingers in and
out of Jane's hot, moist snatch and sucking on her stiff mounds, causing the
time lost blonde babe to suddenly realize that even though she was no longer
able to reunite with her beloved Wilton back in 1865, she was still able to
enjoy each and every minute of the experience of pure and untamed sexual
pleasure before the three newfound bi-sexual lovers had finished taking their
shower together, moved themselves out of the bathroom and into Mike's bedroom
and placed their nude bodies on the bed.

And then, after Mike had placed his stone hard dick inside Julie's pussy and
began licking on Jane's snatch, the blonde babe from the Old West had placed
her hands on the strawberry-blonde beauty's silky-smooth naked thighs and
began sucking on her tits, causing a sexually-energized Julie to place her
hands on Jane's bare shoulders and yell at the top of her lungs, "AAAAHHHH,
had started moving themselves harder and faster and their lovemaking has
finally made its way back to its own era of time, Jane, Julie and Mike had
all came and collapsed due to exhaustion and fell asleep with their naked
arms in a lover's embrace.

Just then, on the following evening, Mike, Julie and Harvey had just welcomed
a new roommate whose name happens to be Jane Thrift into their home with open
arms and allowed her to sit and watch their rented movie with them just in
time for a curious Harvey to sit back, look at Jane with a samll smile on his
face and ask, "So, Jane? How does it feel for you to become America's first
time traveler?" before she had rolled her eyes, looked at Harvey with a small
smile on her own lips and answered, "Gee, Harvey. I really don't know. Why
don't you go toss yourself inside a vortex out there and you tell me?"
causing everyone in the room -- except for a confused Harvey -- to start
laughing their heads off.



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