![]() ![]() “Leather? You really think I got THAT kind of money?” the pig snorted. “I shudder to think what your boudoir would look like, cause right now I’m thinking leather and a mud wrestling pit” Damien shuddered playfully as he stepped inside. “Of course friend! Please, step into my boudoir” Boggis joked, giving an overdramatic bow and gesture to his door. Say, mind if I step on in first? It was a long damn drive and I, am, thirsty!” That’s the kind of gal for me” the pig declared grandly. Nah, gimme a fine buxom lady that can lift up a tractor with one hand. “Ehhh I ain’t got time for them young, pretty things. “Well wait too long and the only kind you’ll be getting are sugar babies lookin’ for a sugar daddy” the horse pointed out. I’ll settle when I’m good an’ ready, and I ain’t ready just yet” Boggis oinked. “You still look great, for a bachelor” Damien snarked, his trim, muscular body a stark contrast. Though it’s a bit more hog than high nowadays” the pig guffawed, his large belly rolling about. “Higher nuff for me to touch the sky Dame-o. ![]() “Still living high on the hog there Boggy?” the stallion chuckled as he came in to give his friend a big ol’ hug. “Well Damien Cruise, as I live and breathe” the oinker laughed, his fingers thumbed in his overalls for added effect. The front (or maybe it was the back?) door swung open, and a pig in overalls and flannel sauntered past the flywire. “Hey Boggy, you here?” he called out as he wiped a sauce stain from his shorts. A horse with pitch black hair got out, his t-shirt of some obscure band catching the light breeze as he looked about. The dust in the air was limp and lazy, barely even blowing as the car parked by the homestead. If you enjoyed the story, feel free to comment and fave, I'd really appreciate it.Ī lone ute driven down a lonely country road, turning towards a farm. It's also about a horse drinking some of his pig friend's handmade nectar that wasn't quite ready for drinking yet, and getting a little tipsy, and a lot fatter. In a sense, this is about finding a middleground between the old, and the new. For lack of a better word, this story is a result of my trying to relearn my old way of writing, as it appears I have developed some bad and lazy habits with my descriptions. ![]()
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