Pasture-ized by Kris P. Kreme
After a humiliating nightmare fuel ‘incident’ Harrison has told his daughter Demi not to go jogging in the neighborhood. His buddies leered and whistled and acted like idiots… and he was right there with them until they recognized her.
So Demi, seeking her daily jogs, has found a solution, the old pasture behind their house, one the city took from a creepy farmer and is turning into a public park. It’s empty, quiet, and isolated, no neighbors able to see into it. Demi can jog as much as she likes peacefully and alone.
But is there something to the rumors that old Farmer Faracreek cursed the land the city stole from him… and will Demi find her fitness passions moooo-ving in new directions?
Happy husband and father Harrison has admittedly been a bit lazy lately, with his wife visiting an old college friend for a month going through a messy divorce. The same can’t be said for their daughter Demi, eighteen and soon to be off to college, a fitness and health-conscious girl who jogs every day, or at least she did up until… the incident.
Demi is the one who calls it the incident, a nice way of referring to what became nightmare fuel for Harrison, an ordinary time with his buddies who live in the neighborhood, all hanging out in one of their driveways drinking beer. Half-drunk, talking sports, one of the guys drew their attention to the massive jugs on a cutie jogging up the street… and naturally as guys do, they’d all leered, whistled, and acted stupid… right up until that girl jogging waved and Harrison realized it was Demi.
As humiliated and horrified as he was, she took it in stride, thinking it was just guys being guys, silly nonsense… but ever since then Harrison insisted she can’t jog anywhere any of the guys might see her, and so that has frustrated the girl who needs her daily runner’s high satiated.
But on a day when Harrison is realizing he didn’t put milk on the shopping list, lounging around the house as usual, Demi has thought of an idea… the empty pasture between towering shade trees behind their house. It’s been recently renovated and had new grass put in for an upcoming park project, and the old pasture will be a perfect place where she can jog and jog, no need to worry about the fact she doesn’t have a sports bra, no need to worry about anyone seeing her, since the only home even visible from the grass of that pasture is their own.
But as good an idea as it is, there’s a story behind that old pasture, the old Faracreek Pasture as it’s called… land recently taken by the city, taken from a man named Farmer Faracreek, or as Demi likes to say Farmer Freeky Creep, because the guy was really weird, obsessing over his cows, giving the girls in Demi’s high school weird looks all the time. And apparently when the city came in and used legal measures to take his land for a public park, he had to be dragged away in cuffs, screaming and claiming to put a curse on the very land they took.
Of course all of that is nonsense, just a silly curse, as silly as… the incident, in Demi’s mind. But will it be as silly in her body as she goes for her jog on a sunny summer day?
Something about the reason she’s there, the fact she doesn’t have a sports bra, because none of them fit, and something about the bounce of her breasts in her moisture-wicking blue top… it all starts to get to Demi in the silence of that quiet pasture.
Jogging laps back and forth, crisscrossing the old pasture, Demi becomes more and more strangely obsessed with the feel, the sound, the fleshy slapping bounce, but more than that… she starts to feel pleasure greater than a runner’s high… a pleasure that she ultimately might find truly mooooo-ving her into all new passions.
It’s time for another brand new standalone tale this Readers Choice Month… and sometimes you just gotta take a peaceful jog and find your inner cow, don’t you?
Coming next… Readers are getting Trapped…
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