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- >What in sam hill did you drink? Down here boozing in these backwoods southern taverns.
- >Where was your dignity?
- >Two pints down the hatch of some home-brewed ale.
- >Stallions cross the bar hooting and hollerin across the way.
- >Bunch of rednecks..
- >You guessed every society had these sorts of red-blooded patriotic simpletons.
- >You rubbed your chin..
- >Scruff, dirty filthy scruff with the stickiness of.. God knows what..
- >How long would you let yourself go like this?
- >The bell rings behind you.
- >Someone entered, big deal.
- >You didn't bother to turn around.
- >Some few moments pass and a lovely red lass with an orange cream mane pulls up on the barstool next to you.
- >Even in this crowd she stood out.
- >Collared necktie and an Amish looking hat.
- >Farm ponies, that's all this crowd was, farm ponies..
- >"Greetins, figure you're newcomer in town aren't ya?"
- "Do I really stand out that much?"
- >"We don't get many outsiders comin in very often."
- >Figures, you were sure this is about as country boondocks as it gets without actually being in the wilderness.
- "Its a.. Very quaint.."
- >"Round these parts we're mostly more traditional."
- >Traditional, code for stubborn and ignorant, clinging to some remnants of the past.
- "I can tell."
- >"Did you come to get away from the bustle and hubbub of the city?"
- "S-something.. Like that."
- >She scoots up closer to you. Her orange eyes hungrily gazing.
- >"Even though we're not always blessed with all the modern conveniences, I reckon there's still plenty of ways to have a good time."
- >She winks.
- "Oh, I see.."
- >Thirsty as fuck.
- >"Whaddya say we take things back to my place? I'll show you how we do things down here."
- "L-look, can't we like.. Take this to the bathroom for a quickie?"
- >She say's coyly.
- >"Mmmm.. My place or no deal."
- >Horseshit..
- >You rubbed your forehead.
- "Alright fine."
- >"Don't worry, I'll make sure you have a good time."
- >Bleh, good time, good time, with any luck she'll take you to the barn and let you nail her on a hay bale.
- "Oh, heh, sounds good, uh.."
- >You stood up slowly.
- >Everything felt dizzy and distorted
- "W-woah.."
- >You felt yourself nearly fall forward completely but the red mare caught you.
- "*hic* Let's get this.. Over with.."
- >"Easy does it. Reckon you've had one too many."
- >You slogged forward as you leaned up on her as she led you out of the tavern.
- >The icy air of the night hit you hard.
- "Brrr.. It's cold as shit out here."
- >"Stick close to me city slicker, I'll keep you warm."
- >Yeah lay it on thick, you already know you're getting laid dammit.
- "What's your name farm mare?"
- >"Harvestella, and you?"
- "Anon.."
- >Harvestella, you just took the word "Harvest" and added "stella" to it.. Bitch has farming ingrained in her bloodstream.
- "You mind if I call you Stella?"
- >"Ok pardner."
- "Yeah.. So, tell me about yourself Stella. What do you do to pass the days?"
- >"I grow pumpkins to harvest and sell in town. I also make pumpkin pies, pumpkin cookies, pumpkin cakes, pumpkin juice-"
- "Ok ok I get it, you like pumpkins."
- >"I don't just like them. Pumpkins are my life."
- >This dame needs a better hobby.
- "Yeeaaah, gee, that uh.. Sounds real.. Swell."
- >"Its a quiet life. Living off the land. But I never want for anything more. I make own way in the world. I care for the Pumpkins, and the Pumpkins care for me."
- >Marry a pumpkin you delusional broad.
- "So you live on a farm or something eh?"
- >"Yep, big farm. Family's owned the land for generations."
- >You wonder if they ever 'owned' anything else. Equestria isn't that sort of place is it?
- >You both arrived on her property as you passed a massive pumpkin field on your way to the house.
- >House was made of wood.
- >You both got inside.
- >Wasn't much warmer.
- >She led you over to a couch and you sat down.
- >"Let me get you some blankets and something to eat ok?"
- "Lemmie guess, dinner is something pumpkin related isn't it?"
- She dug her hoof at the ground a little.
- >"Sorry, it's all I have."
- "It's alright, I'm just tired, its been a long night."
- >There was a bit of an awkward silence for a moment.
- >"I'll uh.. Be right back."
- >It was a few minutes alone in the quiet house.
- >Much of the living room furnishings and knick knacks looked either handmade or extremely old.
- >She came back with a quilt and a bowl on her back.
- >You grabbed the bowl setting it on the table and grabbed the quilt pulling it over you lazily.
- >The scent of pumpkins from the bowl was delightful.
- >You looked over.
- >Yellowish orange pumpkin puree was inside.
- >"It's pumpkin soup."
- "I can see that."
- >You took a bite.
- >Sweet and creamy.
- "Mmm, this is pretty nice."
- >"Family recipe."
- >Shes smiling kindly at you.
- >Inviting you in and feeding you. She's really nice. Hard to remember such earnest hospitality being paid toward you.
- >You sink your head sighing.
- "Thanks."
- >"No problem."
- >You chow down on the rest of the soup.
- >Your eyes nearly roll up in your head at the pleased sensation of being satisfied with a home-cooked meal.
- >You feel the tired sting of the day crash down on you like an ocean.
- >There's no way you can fuck her tonight..
- "Hey uh, Stella, can we, pick up where we left off tomorrow?"
- >"You mean about showing you a good time?"
- "Yeah sure.."
- >Good time.. Why can't she just come out and say intercourse or sex?
- >"We can do that tomorrow, I'll let you rest here on the couch for now.."
- >"Ok, goodnight Stella."
- "Night Anon."
- >She walked off up a flight of stairs leaving you to rest on the couch for the night.
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