POV: Khaetlinn
(setting: on Khaetlinn's private jet on the way to Cowchella)
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You sat staring at yourself in your new snakeskin vanity (your old one broke). You were also simultaneously riding a thick hard sausage.
You were on the way to Cowchella, where Iggy, 1975 and McKenzie would be performing. They perform every year, but this time the concert is in memory of Patsy. You and Assante always sleighed everyone at Cowchella together, but Assante was dead now so you couldn't do that this year.
You faked a few moans to get your man to cum faster. It worked, and he filled your like a creamy vanilla custard donut.
You stood up and turned around and gave him a long kiss.
Him being Zæn.
"I'm so glad Vasante's out of the way now," Zæn said. "Without that burden, we can now be together. Who need black girls any ways?"
"haha," you said. "That's so true."
There was silence for a second.
"So...," Zæn said. "There's sort of this new position I've never tried that I want to try. I think it could like maybe be our special thing....just for us"
You thought it was so sweat that Zæn wanted to have a special position just for you.
"It's called the butter churner," he said.
Before you new it, you were laying upside down with your ass in the air and Zæn was sitting on top of you, churning your butter like you were a pilgrim on the Oregon Trail.
"Oh!! Zæn.... this feels SO good," you moaned.
All of a sudden the door to your sweet opened up and in walked Iggy walked in.
"Khaetlinn you'll never guess who I just got us backstage passes t----oh my gosh!" squealed Iggy, before running out.
You quickly spat Zæn out and ran after your friend Iggy.
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Iggy pbj:
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A cold sweat ran over your body as you ran to the bathroom. Once you maid it through the door you projectile vommed all over the toilet. It was morning sickness.
You stood up and tightened your stomach trainer in the mirror. You were wearing a zebra print floral body con dress, so your stomach trainor needed to be really tight for nobody to notice your pregnant belly.
Frequently a nock came on the bathroom door.
"Iggy...it's me," it was Khaetlinn. "I can explain everything."
You unlocked the door and let her in.
Khaetlinn put her hand reassuringly on your boob.
"Iggy...Zæn had to move on. And so did I. Assante's been dead for 3 days now. We can't just go our hole lives pretending he's still hear!"
"I...I guess," you said, pretending you didn't already know Khaetlinn and Zæn were already a thing--why else would you have to hide the pregnancy if you didn't know? Zæn has told you everything since you guys started hooking up yesterday. You were Zæn's mistress--the sidechick if you will--and you knew it, but you would NEVER let Khaetlinn find out. Your guys' friendship meant too much to you.
"Guess what he got me for our two day anniversary!..." said Khaetlinn, holding up and showing off her dazzling new topaz in gage mint ring. You wondered how Zæn could afford such a gorgeous gem!
"I can't guess! Tell me!" you replied.
"Ha ha! Iggy you'er my best friend."
The pilot then went on the loudspeaker to announce the plain's descent into Cowchella, Colorado.
"I'm gonna go get dressed but I'll see u on the ground x," said Khaetlinn, waving as she walked back to her sweet.
When the coast was clear you let out a huge breathe, and your huge pregnant stomach freed itself. You didn't know how much longer you could keep up this act. A single tear fell from your eye.
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POOP: Khaetlinn.
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You stood staring at yourself in your bathroom mirror. You were wearing an indian raven feather boob trainer and a tribal aztec print G string. Your boots were puss high buffalo fir boots--totally aesthetic and totally indian. You also wore your favorite indian head dress and dream catcher hoop earrings--your two essentials that you wore every year to Cowchella. You dabbed a little patchouli oil on your prairie dog and you were ready.
You snapped a pic and shared it to your Google+ page.
You turned around and let out a loud gasp when you saw Zæn standing just inches from your face. How long had he been standing right there?
"Pappy's right hungry," he said, licking his lips. "Pappy wants to eat. Pappy needs his protein"
"Okay!" you said, lowering yourself slowly down to the floor and lifting your knees above your shoulders. "I cooked up some nice warm roast beef for you mmmmmm num num num come eat."
Zæn got down on his hands and knees and began to vigorously eat your prairie dog like a hungry coyote.
But as Zæn ate away, your eyes wandered over to the fireplace. The fireplace where your husband Zakk met his fiery fate. The fireplace where the man that had loved your unconditionally and gived you everything you have, burned to death at the hands of you're new feeonsay.
Frequently a fiery flaming ghost came out of the fireplace and approached you. It was Zakk.
You screamed, but Zæn didn't notice. . . the ghost must be there for you only. You read about this sort of thing once in one of Iggy's books.
"Khaaaaaaaaetlinnnn," moaned the ghost of Zakk. "KhAAAAAAAeEEEEEETlinnn..."
"Yeah?" you replied.
"Khaaaaaeeettlinn... He is not true to you."
You put your hands over your mouth and gasped. In what world would Zæn not be true to someone?! You felt as if the world had just been pulled out from underneath your feet.
"Khaaaaaaeeeeetlinn.... someone close to you is with child..HIS child!"
You screamed, and the fiery ghost was sucked back into the fireplace. Please let this not be true!, you thought. But you new that ghosts never lie.
"Babes, what are you screaming at?" asked Zæn.
"Nothing," you replied coldly.
As the plane landed on the tarmac, you knew this was about to be one of the most interesting Cowchella's yet.
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AUTHOR NOTE:
Heeeeyyy :P . So hope you liked this chapter, and hope you guys will like Chapter 14 and the SPECIAL SUPRISE that comes with chapter 14... that's right... Cowchella weekend is gonna be on flick!
