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In this heartwarming tale, follow the journey of a young hucow as she navigates the challenges of her new life at the hucow ranch. Feeling lost and unsure after she rejects a bull for trying to access her unopened passage, she catches the attention of Farmer Anthony, a compassionate and caring soul.
As Farmer Anthony takes her under his wing, he patiently guides her through the ways of being a hucow with kindness and understanding. Together, they forge a deep bond that goes beyond mere instruction, leading our protagonist to embrace her first deep cleaning of her entire body and find her place in the ranch community.
Dive into a world where compassion and love prevail, and witness the transformative power of genuine connections. Join us on this journey of growth and BDSM style tenderness, as we explore the profound connection between Farmer Anthony and his beloved hucow protégé.
This scene contains extremely strong themes. Please be aware it features:
*Clamps
*Stretching
*Enema play
*Enema cramps
*Medical Play
*Strong BDSM elements
*Breast bondage
In other news…
So, I have an idea for a pumpkin spice fall enema story. I’m still not sure how to frame it, but it’s there.
I’ve had to get another job to help support the fam. I’m still doing okay with the books and writing, but I need a reason to leave the house and this job canvasing will be a good way for me to support politics for the coming election cycle in a positive way.
It also pays extremely well because it’s going to be hard on my body.
That’s okay. This body can take it for a short amount of time.
What will this mean for my writing? Not much.
It’s an evening gig, so I’ll still have my mornings to write and take care of the house. That’s nice. Today is my first shift and I’m a bit nervous, but feel ready.
Space Milk, Susan, and BDSM
Lately, I’ve been writing on Rager’s backstory and it’s helping a bit with his narrative. I read on tictok that I shouldn’t use ‘the chosen one” as a trope in my sci-fi, but since this is hucow sci-fi, I’m feeling pretty safe. I’m about 2k words into the fourth book now, but the ouline is finished.
Susan is in Paris and eating a bunch of pastires. She and Party are trying to infiltrate an orgy to get the scoop on the hucows that have gone missing on the Ukranian border.
Dominic and Rosie and hanging out in Vegas—-yes, still. I gotta get back to that story.
If you are still reading, thank you. I’ve had a crisis of faith lately, but I’m starting to feel some life creeping back. I appreciate all the feedback and love.