You made my heart Holt!

Chapter Six - Livin' Wild🐎

The next day after very little sleep, I awoke to find a sleeping Georgia still clutching the empty can of whipped cream, half of which remained on my yamage, the rest was seeping from her gums. I attempted to make a stealthy retreat to Georgia's bathroom - but there was one problem, the door wouldn't budge! As I aggressively jiggled the handle, my hand suddenly became ensnared by that all too familiar lasso.

"Sorry if I startled you, cowgirl. I thought you were an intruder."

She instinctively went to put her lasso back into her special crevice but alas(so), it dropped straight through her cleavage and onto the ground with a thump.

"Darn it. Forgot I was just wearin' my birthday suit, partner. Why are you trying to get in there babe?"

"Isn't this the door to the bathroom? I need a shower after all that whipped cream." I said with a chuckle.

"BATHROOM?? You won't find an indoor bathroom around here babe, I'm livin' wild. You should know that after last night...' She said with a wink.

"Then... how do you shower? You're always as fresh as a daisy!"

The blonde smirked. "I guess you'll just have to follow me and find out, babe. Let me just get dressed."

And with that, her fist jut out to hit a big red button on the wall that I hadn't noticed previously. The wall slowly lowered to reveal several taxidermic gammons, each wearing a stylish cowgirl hat at a jaunty angle.

"Hey ladies! Mind if I borrow one of your lids?" She simpered, plucking a leopard skin tam o'shanter from the gammon that was closest to her. She then headed towards the door.

"Wait!" I called. "Aren't you forgetting something?" I said pointedly, flickering my eyes across her naked bod: gams and yams aflappin'.

"You don't need clothing where we're goin' babe. Luckily, you're perfectly dressed for the occasion." She growled, picking her lasso from the ground and began leading me to the ground floor.

...

I tightly clutched to Georgia's hams as Sugar Plum galloped across the fields, sending the sleeping gammons a flutter behind.
"Wow, you've got a lot of gammons George." I said in awe.
"You ain't seen nothing yet, babe! I'm about to show you where they roost!" She cracked her lasso against Sugar Plum's side. "Yeeeeeee haaaaw!" She whooped as the stallion sped up.

As we made our way up the hill, a glistening blue lake came into sight, but what caught my attention was the cluster of rustling trees towering over the waters.
"What kind of fruit is that?" I asked, pointing to the brown low hangers that were ripening above. I plucked one from a branch, and took a bite.

Suddenly, it began to chirp: "I don't need your sympathy, there's nothing you can say or do to me... and I don't want a miracle."

Georgia hollered, "WOAH THERE!" She leapt from the saddle, snatching the sweet fruit from my paws. "What's wrong with you? You just took a nibble of one of my female youngens!"

She hunched over the wounded creature that by now, had reached the second verse of Cher's 1998 hit, Strong Enough. Except... she wasn't strong enough. My teeth had sunk into her vitals. But then, a single salty tear trickled down Georgia's cheek before dripping down onto the gammon's wound. Immediately, it was healed. Georgia raised her muscular arms to the heavens and the gammon hopped back onto the branch as if my teeth had never been embedded within its flesh.

"I'm so sorry, Georgia." I said to the mother of all gammons.
She stood, thighs rippling with rage. "Now, I consider myself a patient woman, but if you mess with my stock again, you'll be out on your yams before you can say the words 'sorry I killed your gams Georgia!'"

I was frozen in shock. In all the three days I'd known her, I'd never seen my lover so filled with white hot rage. She took a minute to compose herself, as the gammons around her started harmonising: we all sleep alone (1998 disco version). Once they had passed the final chorus, Georgia turned to me as if nothing had happened.
"Okay babe, time to supple up those yams of yours in my glistening gammon lake."

All was forgiven.

She took my hand and led me deep into the waters: up to my gams, then up to my yams, soon the water would be right up to my hams AND my hocks! Georgia felt around in the water until she found a nice hard yam. Skilfully, she nibbled it into the shape of a heart, then began to use it as a loofah on my whipped cream covered crusted back.
"That's it, babe, nice and slow now." She pecked a path up to my ear. "Stay right there babe. I can hold my breath for hours." With that, she disappeared into the depths without a trace. I looked around frantically.
"George?!"
Then I felt a strange tickling sensation around my nethers. Georgia had begun tearing into my yams beneath the surface. I had never felt such ecstasy. Her fam of gams looked on at us wide-eyed, stunned by the beautiful miracle of a yam slapping lady and her lass. As I began to howl, they harmonised along with my cries. Once Georgia had released our heart shaped yam from her jaws clutches, it had bobbed up and nestled itself quite comfortably betwixt my merry cheeks. It all become too much, and I began to clench hard, so hard that sweet potato chunks flew into the air, showering the lake and the surrounding gammons with Georgia's succulent juices.