The next month passed quickly and it was 2 weeks before the end of school when it happened. My classes had finished for the day and arriving at work, no one was around. Bud was not to be seen and the house was empty. Usually Bud or Edith would give oral instructions or leave a note. The car was gone from the drive. This was out of character, but someone woul...
Author's note: WARNING: There is the tiniest touch of reluctance/non-consent and scat in this chapter. Oddly, I don't like either much, but they were necessary for the evolution of the plot. As absurd as the concepts of hucows and ponygirls are, I tried to take them quite seriously, to delve in the psychology of a hucow or a ponygirl and her owner, in sear...
You woke up to your alarm. It was farm day. You looked at the clock, it's bold red numbers read 5:30 am. This was early for you. Rolling out of bed you thought to yourself how much you missed sleeping in as a concept. Unfortunately for you your breasts would always stir you up by about 7:30. Snooze any later and you had to deal with the painful consequences...
Poking around the internet the other day I saw a picture of a naked woman standing a barn with a fully clothed woman standing behind her holding her arm lightly. A fully clothed man was standing in front of the naked woman lightly fondling her engorged nipple. She had a metal collar as well as bands around her wrists. Her large breasts were hanging down her...
Author's note: Finally Gumdrop's story approaches its end... This is the last submission before the finale in chapters 20 and 21. As absurd as the concepts of hucows and ponygirls are, I tried to take them quite seriously, to delve in the psychology of a hucow or a ponygirl and her owner, in search of what these admittedly strange fetishes mean, at least t...
"You have arrived at your destination," your phone chimes from the passenger seat of your car, letting you know that your long road trip is finally over. Just to be sure, you grab the paperwork that you'd stashed in the glove compartment and compare the address on it to the number painted on the side of the rusty mailbox next to your car. "36...
An expensive sports car turns up the gravel drive before one of the largest, most modern farms in the state. Green lawns and white fences line the long driveway in front. In distant fields beyond tidy red barns can be seen small forms grazing a bucolic hillside. On the grassy front lawn at the main building, several tall, well-muscled young men toss a footb...
Author's note: As absurd as the concept of a hucow is, I tried to take it quite seriously, to delve in the psychology of a hucow and her owner, in search of what this admittedly strange fetish means, at least to me. Therefore, beside the tropes of the genre (kinky sex, humiliation and de-humanization), you will find the musings of a young girl who chooses t...
Old Black Willy's Black Bull Semen My name is Willy Green but everyone who knows me calls me Old Willy. That's because I'm 62 and I've had wrinkled looking skin since my early days. If you ever asked about me my friends would always say I was a hard working black man that loves pussy. I don't care what color size or shape a woman is, if she's willing to spr...
This was a request where I was asked to come up with a globalized fetish of cow girls. Thoroughly enjoyed writing it - hope you enjoy readers! xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx The Goddess looked down on the Earth and she wept. Across the world, as they had for millennia, mankind continued to abuse mother Earth. They defiled her with their machines...