Old Times?

Just a little hook up, no big deal. She found herself back in town, it had grown a bit but not so much that there was much for a night life, and what was the harm in seeing if that dating app had any hits around here? Dating was a strong word, she wasn't looking for anything serious just yet, just a night of fun, maybe two if she was impressed. Scrolling her options, there wasn't much to write home about, and she almost swiped right past him before backing up. The horns, the tuft over the eyes. She remembered. That bull kid from a few doors down. Whether they were friends or rivals depended on the day. But with few others in the neighborhood interested in in hearing about the newest wrestling champion on the tube, sometimes they had an uneasy alliance. And maybe a friendly-ish tussle here and there. After all, he was kind of a runt at the time, not really what you thought of when you pictured those beefy bovines, so the grappling had always been fairly even, maybe even in her favor when one factored in the superior agility and, in her opinion, intellect. Why not, she sent him a message.

Well, that was a few days ago and, boy. He'd grown, hadn't he? Apparently he had the same idea, just a night of fooling around, the familiar face was a bonus. But he had another idea, a quick little wrestling match for old time's sake. That cardboard belt they had made was long gone, so what did the winner get this time? Well, how about position? Of course by now he was, conservatively, twice her size. But what was she going to say, no? She'd never give him the satisfaction.

She gave it her best of course, but it was elementary. Those legs of his weren't as scrawny as they used to be and while she was trying to scoop them out from under him, she found herself plucked right up like a weed, folded up and pretzeled into a picture-perfect full nelson. He hadn't been entirely clear on the rules, and she figured the choice would be made by the winner once one had been determined. Instead, it turned out he'd already made up his mind, and seeing as how she wasn't going anywhere anyway, she was in no position to protest when she felt that rigid, masculine flesh of it poking up around her tail. Of course, what she at first assumed to simply be bad aim turned out to be yet another 'fun' surprise as she felt his muscles bunch and force her downward, as soon as the broad tip nestled itself securely against the back entrance.

What could she do, a few curse words, maybe a few of the names she used to call him were her only options in this predicament, before she ultimately just gritted her teeth and winced as the neighbor boy pushed his way into her body. As the jostling, bouncing, swearing, and grunting commenced, she had to admit, this was 'impressive' in its way, though not how she'd evnisioned it. So, would there be a round 2? She hadn't made up her mind yet. She'd first have to see how much was left of her once this little reunion was over.

A finished commission.