Cowgirl Dust - Valentine's Day Special

Hello everyone,

Happy Valentine's Day.

This year, I wanted to write a fun, Valentine's Day-themed story. This tale is not centred too much about that holiday, but it happens during that day. 'Cowgirl Dust' takes place in a world where Earth is occupied by violent bull-men. Bull-men hate and torture humans. However, there is another species that loves humans, the hucows. Beautiful, huge-breasted human cows. And every year, hucows picked humans as dates for Valentine's Day.

This story is going to be a two-parter. This is the first part. 

I hope you are going to enjoy this new and weird idea I had. Thank you!   

Prologue

Today was Valentine’s Day.

In this world, there was something known as: ‘Cowgirl Dust’. A powerful, rare, and valuable substance that could be harvested from hucows‒human cow hybrids. The poor had no cowgirl dust. The rich did. As simple as that.

One evening, one of these poor ones was walking home from work. His hands in his pockets. His head looking up at the pink skin. Thinking. Dreaming. Dreaming of a better life.

I wish I had cowgirl dust. I wish I had a cow for myself. Perhaps someday. Perhaps some good day when I’m older and that I have worked for decades and decades at the factory. If only I could get a taste of it now. This would make me so happy, the young man thought to himself while walking in the street. No. He wasn’t walking. The young man was running down the street. There was a curfew tonight. He had to hurry up home before the deadline. He was running as if his life depending on it. Soon, I’ll run out of time. If they catch me like this, I won’t be able to be allowed to work for another two weeks. I have to hurry, he thought as he ran, out of breath already. Nobody was outside in the street with him. He was alone. His home was still far away. He possessed no vehicles, so his only option was to walk. He did as fast as he could, but it wasn’t enough. Someone saw him. Someone was chasing him. He’s here. The marauder. I’m doomed. What am I going to do? He thought to himself. He hadn’t seen what the one who chased looked like, only his shadow as he desperately tried making him home in time even though it was too late. He was right behind him.

“I still have time. I can make it home. I can do it,” the young man said right before accidentally slipping, falling down on the pavement in the street, down in a puddle of rain. He was down on the ground. He had to get up and quickly, otherwise, that would be the end of it. His life was on the line. He did one major mistake: He looked behind. He saw the shadow that had been following him since earlier. The marauder was a towering and cunning and fast bull-man. He had giant horns on his side and he was wearing white metallic armour. He had reached his position. He towered over the young man in distress. Watching him. Judging him. Despising him. “No. I still have time.”

“You have one minute left. Then, the curfew will begin. We are in quarantine. It’s important for everyone, especially scums like you to respect the official curfew,”  he told him. Menacing him. Bulling him. His arms were crossed together. It felt like he was just about to step on him, stomping all over him and murdering him in the process, ending his pitiful life right here, right now. He had to be careful. Bull-men like him were the law at the end of the day. He couldn’t do much against him instead of trying to escape. Maybe. Even then it was nearly futile. The curfew had to be respected. It was the law.

“I know, I know, but I still have time. I still have time, I swear,” the man on the run begged the bull-man to give him another chance. He was right. He still had one minute left before the countdown was over after all. He was right.

“How far do you like? I bet you don’t have the time to make it. It’s probably too far. Admit it. Don’t try to lie to me, you miserable human. Humans cannot be trusted,” the bull-man said to him, continued bulling him as he stood closer. He tried getting up but miserably failed again. Slipping and falling back into the puddle. The situation was helpless.

“No. It’s close. I swear. Just let me go. I’ll be home before you know it. You can trust me. I’m a good human,” the young man begged the authority, praying for him to let him go. This was the only thing he needed right now, to be let go, so he could hide or escape long enough. He could still make it to his home. Obviously not on time since there were about ten seconds left before the end of the countdown, but if he could escape, he knew he’d be able to hide in the sewer with other refugees. Other homeless people. He wasn’t one, but he could easily pass for him while the curfew is over and that he could crawl back home. That was the only thing he needed.

“You are lying to me. I can tell. Humans all lie with their stupid tongues. I will take you with me. Keep in one of our prisons until it will be the day of your trail,” the bull-man briefly explained to him before stepping even closer to him. Stepping into the puddle with him, joining him in the dirty water. “This is the end of your ‘freedom’, delinquent,” the bull-man announced to him right before stepping closer to him again and placing his hooves on both sides of his body. He was just about to pick him up from the ground and take him with him when she showed up‒nobody heard her come, but her presence was felt in the air. When she came down from the sky, she was seen on the other side of the young man, facing the marauder. The bull-man looked up. The runaway kid did as well. They both saw a hucow. A beautiful, wonderful hucow with tiny, adorable horns on the side of her face, not like the marauder right here. She had radiant yellow eyes. Medium-length, wavy green hair. She was gorgeous. Pale skin. What she was wearing could have been considered as an armour set, but it truly wasn’t. She was wearing a red bikini with a cowgirl coat over it. Her huge and thick nipples were visible through the thin fabric of the bikini top she wore.

“Let him go,” the beautiful hucow said, triumphantly.

“You? Here? The bull-man said to her, recognizing her.

“What is happening?” the young man said, confused.

“What is this all about?” the bull-man asked her.

“This is about me saving this young man.”

“Who wants to save me now?” he turned around and finally saw her behind him. She was there. Standing tall. The first thing he saw was her pretty face. Her reassuring face. Then, the second thing he saw naturally was her big juggs. He saw them from underneath, witnessing the vastness of her chest. The heaviness of her huge udders. He could only smell them when she stood above him, surrounding him, the vast shadow of her breasts looming over him. “Hold on. Who are you?” he asked her after he was finally able to see her. As soon as she showed up, he felt less lonely. He had no idea if she was on his side, he didn’t think so, but he sure hoped she was not as bad and as mean as the marauder, as the bull-man nearly stepping on him. His hooves were still on both sides of him. Controlling him. Preventing him from escaping. The bull-man and the hucow were still facing one another. Nose to nose. Her huge breasts could almost touch the chest plate of his heavy armour.

“My name is Velma Sacagewea of the Platinum Valley Tribe,” she said to him with a large and powerful, big smile. She looked down at him. Her tits jiggled up and down as she looked down at him and smiled. Physically telling him that everything was going to be okay. Somehow. She was going to make all of it okay. That was the kind of confidence she was generating.

“Velma Sacagewea?” he said, whispering it, confused.

“Velma Sacagewea, you have no business here,” the bull-man said to her, clearly angered by her overall presence. He stood without moving. He had been stopped by her. With her being here, he no longer felt taking the runaway young man and to take him with him. The beast was frozen. Staring at the bountiful hucow, right in the eyes, he wanted to hurt her.

“Oh, well, I think I do. I’m tired of you, guys doing this to people. I can’t be at all places at all times for obvious reasons, but I won’t let you take this young man and hurt him and imprison him. Not on my watch,” Velma announced to him.

“So, it’s going to be that way?” the bull-man said to her.

“I’m afraid so,” the hucow quickly responded to him.

“I cannot wait to fuck you all night long, babe.”

“Fuck her? What are you talking about?” the young man asked, shaking, scared for this cowgirl in bikini who just showed up. He didn’t want anyone to get hurt. Especially her.

“You wished you had this opportunity, right?” she asked. Teasing him almost. Smirking. Dangerously playing.

“But I do. You decided to show up. You decided to intervene. You are here. You are mine now,” the bull-man said.

“Think again, fuck-face. I won’t let you do anything to him and I also won’t let you do anything to me. Forget about it,” the hucow was adamant about this. And without waiting a single more moment, the bull-man swung his right arm and tried punching her right in the face. The bull-man was immensely strong, but the cowgirl was a lot faster than him. She suddenly jumped backward, immediately reacting to him and his obviously powerful, but slow attack, she managed to avoid it. Meanwhile, the young runaway man was crawling down on the ground, desperately trying his best to avoid the hooves of the beast. His life was on the line. The hucow couldn’t avoid the attacks of the bull-man and protect him at the very same time which was unfortunate. The young was on his own for a little while. Frustrated because she had easily been able to avoid his attack, he launched at her again, assaulted her time and time again, she managed to avoid him, over and over again.

“I’m going to get you at some point,” he said to her.

“No, you’re not,” she said right before avoiding one more punch from him, then, she swiftly pulled one of her two big tits out of her red bikini top and pressed on it with her fingers. In no time, she produced and shot a beam of creamy, natural hucow milk and targeted his face. The milk was shot everywhere all over his face. The young man looked up and saw all the milk being shot right in the face of the angry and frustrated bull-man. Not too long after receiving all this intense amount of milk in his face, the frown he sported slowly disappeared. Replaced by a growing smile. Suddenly, everything changed. Everything became different.

“Milk. Cowgirl Dust. Cowgirl Dust,” he said repeatedly. The bull-man was losing it. Losing control on reality. He looked down. Milk dripping from his face.

“She hit him, she hit him with the Cowgirl Dust,” the young man down on the ground said while looking up. The creamy milk that was dripping from his face came close to fall down on him, but eventually ended up dripping in front of him, in the dirty puddle of water that he had been lying down on him for the past, few minutes like a bug. The milk mixed up with the dirty water. Becoming one with it. Then, sooner rather than later, the beast fell down, unconscious. He had been dealt with. He had been neutralized. He was no more for now.

“It’s time for us to go now,” she said right before turning her head to the young man in the puddle of water. Making sweet, sweet eye contact with him.

“What do you mean? Where are we going?” he asked.

“Somewhere safer,” she then pulled her other boob out of her bikini top and grabbed the both of them, pushed them against one another. Produced more milk and shot two loads at the same time. She shot her milk all over the brick wall in front of them, quickly forming a dripping, creamy puddle on the wall.

“What are you doing?”

“Making our way out,” she said before offering her hand to him and then pulling him back up on his feet. She began running, taking him with her, pulling him with her. They ran into the milky spot on the wall and vanished through it.

Overtime, the dirty puddle of water down on the ground began changing. It was being purified. It turned into milk. Into Cowgirl Dust.