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Added 2020-01-28 07:45:46 +0000 UTCMade this one before going to bed last night :D
It was a totally random pic and I have nothing in my mind as far as story goes. Also, the cart looks quite weird...
Anyone wanna give this cow/pony/donkey/whatever-girl and her traveling companions a caption? :)
Here're the captions from our wonderful patrons so far:
"She's no donkey, but I'm not complaining - you should see her ass!" - JoeForest
" When she was just a small, plain village girl, no one took much notice of her. Now, as Master’s pack animal, she was the “bell” of the ball! " - TheBrentwoodSociety
" She's not a cow yet, only if she is willing to get a baby inside her stunning body." - NUMB3Rs687835
" She probably should have picked her words more carefully when finally accepting his offer to travel the world with him."Let's not put the horse before the cart, shall we?" Oh well, at least the scenery was nice. " - Lineysa
Comment down below if you have a caption! I'm putting 'em with this pic when I'm posting it elsewhere ;)
*Update: Added your captions. Will post them soon ;)
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Just connect your discord account to patreon and it will take you there^^ More info here: https://support.patreon.com/hc/en-us/articles/212052266-How-do-I-receive-my-Discord-role
NimbleTail
2020-02-01 08:44:46 +0000 UTCThanks for the praise! Where is a link to your Discord?
jrp04f
2020-02-01 06:52:34 +0000 UTCHoly moly! Thats a full short story^^ Thank you, AC! I will find a way to fit it in lol. Also, just a reminder, I'd really love for you(and anyone who hasn't) to join our discussion at our discord server :)
NimbleTail
2020-01-31 00:33:32 +0000 UTCThe cartgirl -- her master had yet to fully assign her a clear-cut animal role other that of being a pack animal -- was happy to have finally arrived at the market with her owner's latest selection of choice meats for the local taverns, and chose to pass her allotted rest time leaning back against the front of the cart. "Chose", of course, was a rather generous word to use as her arms were still locked behind her and securely tied to the cart's "pulling bar", denying her the option to even kneel down on the cobbled floor much less lie down. Her mouth free from the bridle, she poked with her tongue at the slightly still-tender spot where some of her molars had been removed to allow the bit to rest upon in her mouth. After a feedbag was strapped to her face in the bridle's place, she would again poke at these areas as the mixture of boiled rice, chopped veggies, and soft oats she ate would occasionally get there. All the while, she absent-mindedly rocked her hips, passing the time with the slight thrills that coursed out from where the swaying rein gently teased her clitoral bell.
jrp04f
2020-01-31 00:23:05 +0000 UTC
