Break out the purple one
Added 2024-09-05 01:55:40 +0000 UTCShe was in a foul mood...lunch had been late, on account of those ridiculous ditzy horse girls getting spooked by something-or-other, and tearing around the field until the farmhands could calm them down and get them back in their stalls. This also meant the boys didn't have any time to chat or fool around, just dropped off her oats and hurried off to the pigs. Sometimes it felt like they enjoyed spending time with the sows more than with her...
So she was pent up and grumpy, which called for drastic measures. She ignored the pink one, the blue one, and the vibrating one, and went straight for the largest: big purple. And when she worked it around in her mouth, covering it with her thick cow slobber, and lowered herself onto it, it worked; there was no room left, not in her crevice, nor in her head, no room left for stress or the cares of the day. Her eyes rolled back in her head and she mooed with abandon, imagining the bull who could fill her like this, imagining his weight on her back, pumping in and out...
