Assante BPD:
The sunlight clittered in the crystal waters around you and reflected off your naked melanoma as you took a dip in the poo. It was summer and you were just trying to relax and forget about all the drama in your life so you were just chilling at the country club.
"Hey Assante!" yelled Khaetlinn. "Come come y'all tennis!"
You stepped out of the pool, dried yourself off with a silk towel and slipped a white tennis skirt and shirt over yourself. Your erect black nipples poked through the white shirt very obviously.
"I'm serving!" you yelled, jumping up so your bobs bounced a lot.
"Yes you are!" yelled Khaetlinn.
As you gripped your tennis ratchet you were reminded of the feeling of Zæn's big racket inside of you. No matter how hard you tried, you just couldn't shake the though of him. You would never admit it, but you really mist him. But you just new you couldn't be with him and have you're piece.
"Come on gorl! Let's play!" screamed Khaetlinn.
You threw the Tiffany tennis ball up in the air to serve when suddenly an announcement from the pilot came on the loudspeaker.
"A missile has hit us and we are going to have a crash landing!" the pilot announced.
Oh no! Who shot you with a missile! Khaetlinn's beloved private jet was going to crash!
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*CRASH* (Khaetlinn's private jet crashes)
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The next thing you know you are waking up in a pile of fiery rubble somewhere in an enchanted forest somewhere
"Khaetlinn!? KHAETLINN!?" you scream running around looking for Khaetlinn. As you are running around you end up tripping on a dead body, knocking off a dead leg in the process, and you realizing it is Payten's dead body.
"NOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!" scream you in horror.
You rapped your arms around Khaetlinn's limp and lifeless body and hugged her thighly. Tears swamp down your face as you cried about the loss of a deer friend's death. Why you? Why must everyone in your life die?
"Assante!" suddenly you heard a voice scream. You turned around and it was Khaetlinn!
"Yoohoo!" you screamed dropped the dead body and ran over to huge her.
"We need to find a way out of her," said Khaetlinn.
You and Khaetlinn started to walk through the enchanted forest together, with no idea where it would lead. You turned to the nearest mirror to check yourself out. You were wearing the burnt and tattered remnants of your most precious Mossimo dress. Although you were sad the dress was destroyed, it revealed more skin and looked sexy and rugged with all the missing, tattered fabric. You mid drift was exposed, as was one of your watermelons and your right lady lip. You pursed your lips and curtsied to yourself in the mirror and checked yourself out. You were hot ass bread. No man really deserved you. Especially not Zæn.
"Hey, Assante, look!" said Khaetlinn, pointing to some colorful mushrooms growing beneath a tree. "They say that if you eat mushrooms from the enchanted forest you realize things.."
You and Khaetlinn ate a few of the rainbow pride mushrooms each and continued walking through the forest. You walked miles through over hills and through valleys, passing elves and fairies and which is along the way. You even saw a unicorn, which was epic!
Eventually you two came across a lonely dirt road with absolutely nobody and nothing on it, except for a covered wagon that was going by. The wagon stopped when they saw you two.
Your clit literally dropped when you saw whose wagon it was!
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POC: IGGY
You sat at you'er virginity backstage at Coachella with fellow trap queen Bhad Bhabie. You two where about to have your first ever performance together, what was expected to be the most iconic and groundbreaking performance in all of Cowchella history, but you where sick to your stomach because Khaetlinn and Assante weren't there and hadn't been answering your calls!
"Man iss tima go onstae," said Bhad Bhabie.
You ignored her and staired at yourself in the mirror. You were pretty, why weren't your friends their to support you? You were wearing a rows gold wire fishnet leotard, see through vag high converse, and a diy boob trainer made of charging cords as a politics statement.. The wiring hurt a bit against your coin purse but it looked good and that's what its about at Cowchella. Your hair was almost as thick and kinky as you and your melanin was on fleek to say the least.
You started to ball. And Bhad Bhabie sprinted over t comfort you. She picked you up and rocked you back and forth.
"Nah Iggy, where gon sleigh out their," she said, and the words really were true if you think about it and made you feel better.
You stood op and stood face to face with Boss Baby.
"It's sleigh time!" you said, and you two strutted foot after foot together onstage together.
The crowd roared, and it truly was slay time. Cowchella 2018 officially began.
"Anybody wanna buy a heart?" you started to sang.
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BBW: Assante
"Need a ride to Cowchella?" asked Him from Him's wagon, and your clit skipped a beat.
No, not Him. Him as in Dylan. Your ex from way back when. But literally, when? You don't remember. Your life has been a roll or coaster, that's fir sure.
"I been lookin for a driver who was qualified," you said, curtsying. As you curtsied, your lady lids parted a little and the air intermediately became fragrant with your feminine smells. You could tell Dylan noticed, because he started to sweet a little with memories of your walls triggered by that all too familiar smell.
You and Khaetlinn stepped inside the cabbage and you were off to Cowchella.
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You stood alone in a boudoir aboard Dylan's covered wagon checking yourself out in at yourself in the mirror. You dropped your tattered dress and saw your completely naked body. You were literally the shape of an our glass, your hours in the jim were paying off.
You spritzed yourself 10 times with Dylan's colon. You breathed in the masculine air in deeply and it was all coming back to you... the weigh he touched you, the whey he treated you write.
You threw on just an oversized tea shirt on and made sure to pull it down over your busy. You thought your hair up into a messy bun and put on your reading glasses. You turned around to head back to hang with Khaetlinn and Dylan when suddenly Dylan was standing face to face with you in the boudoir. He was wearing pajamas and ugh slippers.
"Dylan!" you gaped. "I didn't see you there!"
You pulled the shirt down over your pussy.
"We need to talk," said Dylan as he grabbed your lips and pulled your face closer to his. "We need to talk about us."
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AUTHOR NOTE:
Hey sisters! Like the new chapter? More Cowchella content to come soon, but for now enjoy a BONUS chapter.... M'hunty's first ever chapter that is fully a secs seen! xx
