Horny Day 1
Beth Kine tries to figure things out while she makes herself cum.
This is a story I wrote in celebration of National Horny Day.
Nobody quite understands what it’s like to be Beth Kine. Nobody in the ‘real world.’ Her parents are from another time—where the 80’s were new. Now, all those stagnant popular culture icons keep getting milked.
Billy doesn’t understand things either. Cute guys like him could get whatever they wanted with no problem. All he needs to do is flash those eyelashes and act like a slut.
But least of all, Beth doesn’t understand what it’s like to be her. What the hell is she, exactly?
The counselors back in high school said that was normal for a teen. But that was years ago, and she still doesn’t quite get it even even after she graduated and moved on.
The most stressful part is that she gets her family… and that new neighbor who has shown up. The hot coyote is older than her—younger than her parents—yet he spends much time with them and her brother.
She knows this because her window is right there. Her room is beside her brother’s, and she sometimes glances outside to check out the guy.
And there he is—Cody Rey, coyote, man of mystery, and in a somewhat hidden relation with three out of four members of the Kine family. And a guy who likes to do his yard work shirtless, showing off the muscles of his back as he toils, and those powerful pecs when he stands up and wipes his brow.
Her phone buzzes. The naked cow girl hoofs it past her mirror. She stops and looks at herself, messing with her messy blue hair that covers one eye. She looks back and forth over her tits and her butt, and she lifts up her arm and gives it a quick sniff, and a wince.
But she shrugs. How she looks or seems or smells does not matter. She straps a belt around her bare waist, bracelets over her wrists, and anklets on her ankles. Lights blare up on the accessories and she plops in her elite gamer chair. Finally, the AR glasses come on, and she’s finally in, lounging on the seat, legs spread, arms on the arms of the chair, staring almost monotonously through her spectacles to the world of her stream comes to life. As the mods greet their queen, she sits up, taking on a more regal posture. Through her haze of ennui, she puts on a smile.
On her monitor, a much cuter, much more bubbly cow appears. She smiles and waves, moving with the gestures that the real-life cow on the other side does. The voice that comes through is super peppy and higher-pitched than the sullen moos she gives while sitting in her room.
The best part of streaming is that no one can see her, know that she’s naked, or understand that she squirms in her seat as she lavishes praise over her chat and plays games. None of them, not even her biggest moderators or biggest donors, know the degenerate truth about this delightful VTuber.
Hours later, and she’s done with her stream. Sitting there, naked and playing works up a sweat in this crappily ventilated room. Now that she’s done, she opens up her social media, scrolling through things tagged with her name. There she was, her avatar, gang-banged by a bunch of wolves. It’s always wolves, for some reason.
She lifts her leg, slamming her hoof to the table. “Canids…” she murmurs to herself, running her hands up and down her thigh, one half-lidded eye staring at the image. It’s immaculately rendered, but she could tell the master behind it is also a total degenerate. You can just tell the difference between someone who has mastered the craft for the sake of it, and those who have gotten good to make others squirt for them.
She rubs her thigh, up further and further, one hand resting on her mouse, and the other going down between her legs.
“Mmph…” she grunts, scrolling further down. There’s only one image that can do for a girl like her. The next thing she sees is an animation. Someone ‘leaked’ an early model of hers to the fine folks animating using Root Filmmaker. A specific horny cow, actually did the leaking. She wasn’t thinking. It may not look like her avatar now, but she knows that it’s really her and she knows those cocks spit-roasting her want the real her so bad.
She immediately starts blasting her cooch, rubbing her hoof against the table, the edge of which is already quite worn-out from multiple sessions. She grits her teeth, her eye watching the screen, taking in every little jiggle and gasp.
It seems they got a really good ‘soundalike’ to do the voice. Fuck no it wasn’t AI. Some whore on Sixer offered her services and she did a really-really good job sounding exactly like Beth. Just another bored cow who got horny at the idea of doing the voice.
Yeah, that was a fun gig, pretended to have twenty different cocks shoved into her mouth at various times. It takes a lot of practice and involves the use of a lot of toys.
Grunting, she slips her foot down, slamming it on the floor, and then slips off her seat. There, on her knees, she finds her box of wonders, opens it up, and looks over the various toys she could use.
Oh, the decisions she could make—but would it be worth it?
She thinks about the neighbor and his strange obsession with the rest of her family.
Or perhaps, it’s not so strange, after all…?