Color - The OX Year

Fran was sitting comfortably reading her favorite book, an ice-cold drink in her lower arms, a bag of popcorn in her upper. A peaceful afternoon, at least until Ember, her roommate, stormed into the room in her massive hooves. It’s hard not to notice a six foot tall muscular bull girl clad in a black micro bikini. She stood in front of Fran, as if waiting for her to say something. Fran quirked an eyebrow.

“Don’t you think that’s a little revealing? It’s snowing outside!”

“Not the point! It’s the lunar New Year and this year it’s the Year of the Ox, and all I see everywhere is cowgirls.” Ember turned around pivoting on her hooves, her gigantic phallus threatening to slip out of her bikini. “I’m tired of cowgirls taking all the attention away from us Oxen.”

“Wait… but you aren’t an ox either. I mean… look at you.” Fran said with a giggle.

“Well then… I’ll just have to become one!” Fran tried to hold in her laughter as Ember took out her phone to look up the difference between a bull and an ox. Fran gave a smirk as Ember’s face became pale as she mumbled to herself “…castrated after pubery…”

“So? Ready to become an ox?” Fran said with snark.

“Eeeeeeeh, you know what? I think I’ll just keep being a bull. And cowgirls aren’t all that bad. They look hot in their bikinis. All us bovines can share the Year of the Ox.” Ember said rubbing the back of her head and blushing embarrassed.

“That’s probably for the best. Besides I think the cowgirls would like you better as a bull than an ox. I actually know a cute one who comes around my work. You’d make a good couple.”

“Oh, well it’d be nice to have a date. Another good reason to stay a bull.” She swayed her hips, her phallus swinging back and forth. The two girls couldn’t contain their laugher at the absurd situation.