Horny Day 4
Beth and Cody come up with a plan during their relentless breeding.
This is a piece written in celebration of National Horny Day
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Cody Rey had finished another challenging day and had more time to work on his garden. The coyote steps into his house, grateful for the blast of air-conditioning hitting his topless body. He would do a lot for one of Bertha Kine’s lemonades. That woman knows how to make them the freshest and the most refreshing. Instead, he settles for a beer, wanting to relax before he hits the shower and hits the hay.
So, there are four cattle among his neighbors, and three out of the four of them he’s had some close and personal time with. The only one left, then, is Beth. Such a mysterious girl, always in her room, permanently locked up. A total Neet-case if he ever heard of it, and yet, the most elusive fruit is usually the sweetest.
He turns on the television and switches to the streaming channel, where he goes to his favorite Vtuber’s feed. Damn, she’s already done for the day. That is peculiar. She must have had something up to switch up her schedule like this.
He settles for turning toward the latest recording and keeps it up as he gulps his drink, sighing in contentment. Then, his doorbell rings.
He smirks, standing up. Could it be Bertha? Maybe Bob? Perhaps it's Billy, looking for his second ‘daddy’ for a good time.
When he opens the door, he does so with his usual calm and cool demeanor, but what he sees on the other side makes him smirk wider.
On his porch is the tall and thin Beth Kine. She’s dressed in long, baggy, messy pants and an equally unwashed hoodie, the hood drawn up over her head. The hood and her unkempt hair cover her eyes, and she places her hands firmly in her pockets.
“Sup, Cody,” she says in a grumble of a voice.
“You’re dressed warmly, all things considered,” the coyote says, a hand on the doorframe, the other primed in his jeans pocket. He tilts his head back slightly. “So, what can I do ya for?” he asks, adding a slight chuckle into that string of sentences.
Beth steps forward, right up to his face, looking him eye-to-eye. “Let me in and we can find out.”
He rolls his shoulders. “Someone’s feisty. Do your parents know you’re here?”
“I’m a grown-ass woman,” the cow says, snorting.
“Prove it,” Cody says.
“You want my motherfuckin’ ID, neighbor man, or do you want to let me in?”
He shrugs. “I'm not sure. But maybe you can show me what you got under here,” he says, motioning to her hoodie. After all, no one dresses like this unless they hide something.”
Grumbling slightly, she shifts from one hoof to the other and finally grips the hoodie's bottom. WIth a swift motion, she lifts it up high enough to show that underneath, she is naked to the waist, her perky and smallish tits entirely on display before him.
“Now, now,” the coyote growls. “What were you planning on doing with those?”
With her lip twitching, she responds, “You’re going to play with them—the rest of my body, too.”
“Oh, am I now?” he asks, folding his arms over his chest. “And just why would I do that?”
“Because I’m fuckin’ horny, that’s why.”
He quirks an eyebrow. “Well, Miss Beth, why don’t you step inside so we can discuss this further?”
She steps through, and as soon as Cody closes the door, she shuffles out of that baggy top, tossing it to the floor. Turning to face him, she stands with arms akimbo, tapping her hoof against the carpet. “You will do whatever I want, and in exchange, you get something to fuck.”
“I see,” says the coyote, stroking his chin. “This is all so sudden, you know. We never really talked before.”
She steps up, pressing her chest to his bare chest, puffing it out, staring him in the eyes. “And you’re going around fuckin’ every other family member.”
“Was it that obvious,” He says. “You seem quite eager for me to have the full house.”
“It works for me” she says, reaching between his legs, squeezing at his crotch. “And you’re already into it.”
Shifting a bit, he grunts, not moving from his spot. “Let’s just say it was something of a plan of mine. I didn’t expect you to come to me, but it was possible if you were the girl I thought you were.”
She steps back, walking through the room and stopping, her ear twitching. “And what kind of girl do you think I am, Cody?”
“So informal, Beth,” says the coyote.
“Miss Beth,” the cow responds, spinning around to face him, folding her arms over her chest. “Unless you have a problem with that.”
“Not at all, Miss Beth,” he responds, flickering his jeans button. “But I hope you don’t mind that I haven’t showered yet.”
“Me fuckin’ neither,” the cow responds. She spins around and walks into the next room. There, she sees TV and the stream that’s going on—her stream. Her heart skips a beat, and she looks over her shoulder at him, narrowing her gaze. “This is a strange hobby for a man your age.”
He walks over, the undone jeans showing off his pubic fluff but staying up. Shrugging, he says, “what can I say, I’m a unique guy, and you’re a unique lady.”
She plops herself on the couch, crossing one leg over the other. “Well, if we’re going to start this, then you can begin with your pants down and sitting in front of me,” she says, leaning so her elbow is on the arm and her cheek is in her knuckles. I need to show you who is in control here.”
He plops himself down in front of her, sitting on her knees, gripping the fly of his pants and pulling it down. “Sure thing, Miss Beth. I wouldn’t miss this chance for anything.”