At The Whims of a Farm Girl, or Riding Cowgirl (one on one)

[dragonrazor]

James Lindner sighed, reading the court papers for what seemed like the hundredth time that day. He'd been speeding, and was sentenced to community service by a very small town court. Not just any community service, however. He was stuck doing chores on a farm. A FARM, he thought, as he waited at the station for his ride. They'd even impounded his car, and he wouldn't get it back until the sentence was carried out. He growled in irritation, looking left and right along what seemed the only street in the town.

Just when he thought his ride was a no-show, he heard a soft southern drawl behind him. A feminine, almost seductive voice called his name. He turned slowly, and found himself face to face with a stunningly beautiful woman of a rather remarkable persuasion dressed in a yellow sundress. She introduced herself as Mora, and smiled with dancing green eyes. He cleared his throat, realizing he was staring at the cowgirl. And cowgirl she was, he noted.

She looked like a female bull, complete with horns, which was a surprise. Her long red hair, bright green eyes, and very curvy figure would have given a statue wood. He blushed, looking away, then grinned sheepishly. "I take it you're my sentence?"

http://www.katbox.net/gallery/main.php?g2_itemId=70

 

[dragonrazor]

http://www.katbox.net/gallery/main.php?g2_itemId=634 is this shot more enticing?

or this one http://www.katbox.net/gallery/main.php?g2_itemId=821

 

[Tyyrlym]

"My face is up here," she drawled. "but it's ok, keep staring. The next thing you'll be staring at though is a tile wall as some donkey dick named bubba gets ready to stretch your cornhole out farther than it's been since your frat days."

Mora looked her new farm hand over. He was decent looking, but a city boy through and through. Then again they all were. The town cops liked to pretend they didn't have a speed trap set up but they did. Going from 70 to a 35 zone with no warning though... well speed trap was the only word Mora knew for it. They liked to milk people coming through town for speeding tickets and occasionally some community service. 85 in a 35 zone like this yahoo had done was grounds for it as well.

The town judge/barber was one of her father's old friends though, and after her old man had passed the judge had taken over as her self-designated grandfather and kept an eye out for her. Unfortunately she'd made the some quip about sending the guys they nailed out to her place to get some chores done and her fate had been sealed. She was starting to think the whole thing was more trouble than it was worth.

"That's right. If you piss me off I can call up the judge, tell him you're not serving your sentence, and have you carted off to the county lock-up for a free stay. So if you want to get out of this with your asshole intact you might want to look me in the eye." There were some people Mora didn't mind looking at her body, but they were few and far between. Everyone else looked whether she liked it or not. A few though, a few she could do something about. "It's not an idle threat, I've sent guys like you to the lock-up for it." There were plenty of times and places where Mora's body would have been an asset, sadly she was never in any of them. Many girls were jealous of her, the hateful glares she got anytime she visited town confirmed that, but she wondered if any of those girls wondered what having her body meant. Back aches, no normal clothes fit, and did they ever imagine trying to do farm work with a pair of udders on their chests like hers?

"Throw your stuff in the bed and get in," Mora said. Her pickup truck was old and well worn but it worked every time. Walking around and climbing in she kicked open the passenger door.

 

[dragonrazor]

James had looked her over once. Only once, and she'd treated him like some kind of perv. He sighed, and shook his head. He didn't doubt she could accomplish what she said. After all, he was assigned to community service on her farm in a quarter-horse town. And all he'd been doing was testing his new upgrades under real world conditions. Of course, if the cops had know what they were doing, they'd have put 275 on the ticket, not 85. That was what he'd actually been going for about ten seconds before he'd hit his brakes, engine brake, and drag flaps.

Now his car was impounded, and his only hope of getting it back was a smartmouthed, sassy, sultry southern belle who could probably, from the looks, break bricks with the best. He threw his bags in the bed of her truck, and covered them with the tarp he found. Then he climbed into the open passenger door, and buckled his seat belt.

He was silent through the trip to her farm, staring out the window.

 

[Tyyrlym]

He had the good sense to sit down and shut up. More than a few of her unwilling farm hands had run their mouth for the entire half hour drive. Most likely out of some forlorn hope of getting in her panties. They didn't know her only intention towards them was to work their fingers to the bone for two weeks to get all the free labor she could.

"85 in a 35 huh? that's kinda stupid."

 

[dragonrazor]

James sighed at that, not looking away from the window. "About as stupid as putting 85 when they mean 275, or pulling someone over and arresting them when they have a license to test aftermarket mods." He sighed a second time, then closed his eyes.

"If they hurt my Lady Lune, it'll be the last thing they do in any official capacity."

 

[Tyyrlym]

Mora laughed. "You don't know much about small town cops do you? The law is what they make of it. Or did you not notice that your community service is pretty much a short term indentured servitude on a private farm?"

 

[dragonrazor]

James shrugged at that, and shot her a glance out of the corner of his eye. "At least the company won't be so bad. Though I'm more suited to mechanics than manual labor."

 

[Tyyrlym]

"Well, that's kind of a pity. Not much in the way of mechanics here. In fact, your first job is going to be setting the posts for a fence."

 

[dragonrazor]

James sighed, and looked at his watch. "Great. Old Man Linda in female form. He never even used that fence, come to think of it." James shook his head at that thought.

 

[Tyyrlym]

"Can you handle it city boy?" she asked. It was a dirt simple task. Dig a hole, insert post, pour in a bag of quik-crete, water it and move on. She figured that even someone without a clue could do it without screwing it up. The fence didn't have to hold in rampaging bulls, just keep some docile goats from running wild.

 

[dragonrazor]

James raised an eyebrow at that, turning his entire gaze to her. "Old Man Linda used to have me do it the hard way when I was growing up around here. Didn't think I'd ever be back, let alone doing community service. Though I suppose it's what I get for hauling tail out of here."

 

[Tyyrlym]

"Good, I'd hate to break you on the first day." Mora focused on her driving, letting the country side slide by. Finally she arrived at her farm. A small farm, it was all she could manage on her own. It was a bit of a boutique farm, aside from a small collection of farm animals and a simple garden it consided of acre upon acre of olive trees. Her oil sold for nearly a hundred dollars a litre.

Her unoffical grandfather looked after her when it came to the criminals he sent out. Non-violent, and non-theif guys like James. The kind she could be reasonibly comfortable with working on her place. Of course she still kept quite a few guns around the place and was proficent with all of them.

 

[dragonrazor]

When they pulled up to a very familiar looking farm, James blinked in surprise. As Mora pulled up to the house, he turned to look at her in shock. "When you say Mora, you don't mean Mora Linda, do you?"

Even as he asked, he already knew the answer.

 

[Tyyrlym]

"...yes?" She said, looking at him quizzically.

 

[dragonrazor]

James stared at her in shock and awe. The tall, busty redheaded goddess was the gangly girl he remembered having to do community service because of as a teenager. Memories of two full summers of backbreaking labor, during which he'd fixed the Old Man's clunker of a tractor, came back. He staggered back slightly, and closed his eyes. 'Great. Now that's Karma for you."

 

[Tyyrlym]

Shaking her head Mora tried to ignore his rambling but her curiosity was piqued. Pulling up in front of the farm house she put it in park. "What are you rambling about?" she asked.

 

[dragonrazor]

OOC: thinkI'mgoing togo to bed soon

IC: James sighed, opening his eyes slowly. He turned to look at her again, unsure where to begin. "The last time I saw you, you had no tits, and you got me in trouble for that prank you pulled on my uncle."

 

[Tyyrlym]

A combination of shock and rage raced across her face. She couldn't believe this man was James from all those years ago and rage at the insult to her body. She might bitch about her breasts but she'd still never trade them in for anything. "You!"

 

[dragonrazor]

James winced, and sighed again. Then he pulled out his phone, and started to grab his bags out of the truck. "Yeah, Me. I left because I got tired of this place. Had no reason to stay. Of course, if I knew you'd turn out like that, I might have stayed around longer." He started dialing a number, planning on using his connections to get himself and his car out of impound so he could get out of her hair. It was quite clear to him now that she'd rather he not be there, and he didn't want to impose on her any more than necessary.

 

[Tyyrlym]

"Tired of this place? Nice excuse," she huffed. "What are you going to do? Run away again because you can't take it?" Mora stomped out of her truck, slamming the door behind her.

 

[dragonrazor]

James stopped before pressing the last button. He stared at her, confused for a moment. He looked at the gorgeous redhead that stood where a gangly, scrawny waif of a girl had stood last time he'd seen her. Then he shook his head. "Do I have a reason to stay? Do you have a reason for me to stay?"

 

[Tyyrlym]

Mora huffed as her own stupid feelings betrayed her. Back when she'd had 'no tits', which as unbelievable as it sounds there had been a time when she didn't need a bra, she'd had far different ways of attracting boys attentions. James had been cute back then and he was even more handsome now. The idea of him running off, again, gnawed at her. But it had been a long time since she'd bothered with a man's attention and her ingrained reflexes at brushing them off warred with her feminine urges.

Her arms crossed under her heavy breasts, unconciously pushing them up and together slightly. Her hips cocked to one side, showing off the swell of her hip and her tail wrapped around it. Subtly presenting herself whether she meant to or not.

"Aside from your ass and a date with a man giant named bubba not much I guess."

 

[dragonrazor]

James frowned at her, and then rolled his eyes. He finished dialing the number, and waited. And waited and waited. After ten minutes of no response at all, he hung up. Then he sighed, and turned to look at her. "Well, congratulations. You're stuck with me. I can't even get ahold of the judge. If you'd prefer, I'll do my best to stay out of your way."

He shouldered his bags, unsure what he'd do now.

 

[Tyyrlym]

"Fine," Mora said in a huff. "Follow me." Mora turned towards the farm house and kicked herself. She led him inside the simply adorned place and up the stairs towards a guest room. 'Why in the world am I not putting him in the barn like the rest?' she asked herself. "You can stay here," she said, pointing in one of the guest rooms. "Put your stuff down and get settled then meet me downstairs.