EXCERPT The festivals and faires were the best times. The solstice had been the big one
for the summer, and a great way to get introduced to the village. But the rest
of them were also all worth attending for the food and gaiety.
This one reminded me of country fairs I’d attended back home. People brought
their prize livestock to show and compete with, and I wasn’t much into that. I
was just there for the fun. I’d arrived late since I wanted to get my chores out
of the way first, and the first events of the day were already complete.
I wasn’t paying attention to that, being focused instead on a big ice cream
cone that I had just watched being made the old-fashioned hand-cranked way. Then
I saw her standing on the stage-and I was in love.
At first I didn’t realize she was a crossover. Her glasses and clothing fooled
me. Nobody had been willing to tell me how crossovers actually happened, and it
hadn’t really mattered until now. I did know they were usually raised as their
animal side dictated, so seeing one dressed like this was unexpected.
Despite her absolutely amazing bust, it was her eyes that first got my
attention. Large and soft brown, her glasses gave her an intelligent look that I
found immensely appealing. I didn’t think to wonder how she’d gotten them given
the low-tech status of this place.
Her face had an exotic shape like I’d never seen before, with high cheekbones,
and a very kissable pair of lips. Her dark brown hair was nicely arranged around
a pair of small horns and large velvety ears that begged to be stroked.
I tried to ignore her bust as I admired her shapely tanned legs below her
ultra-short denim cutoffs, while I wondered if she had feet-or hooves-inside
those out-of-place athletic shoes, so clearly from my world- though this was not
a surprise since most people here have some contact with both worlds. Her
strong, tufted tail seemed exactly right for her.
Although I was trying not to stare, even with the extra height of the stage her
short stature put her barely contained udders at face level. They were wrapped
in a cutoff shirt that must have once belonged to a giant. Obviously bras are
not part of this medieval age. It was too easy to see her multiple bovine
inspired teats pressing tightly against their confinement. I have to admit that
they weren’t the only thing now suddenly pressing tightly against some
confinement.
She was shown off as the undisputed winner of today’s milking contest. That
might be a turn-off to most people, but I was finding her very erotic. Now I
suddenly wished I’d paid more attention and been here for the contest itself,
which must have provided an even better view of her assets. I made a note to
self to pay more attention to these events in the future. Her pouty expression
barely concealed her satisfaction at her victory here today. She’d done it the
best, and she knew it.
I got the impression was that she was about my age-just entering her sexual
maturity-though I had heard somewhere that most crossovers tended to mature at
the faster rate of their animal side. As such, she might only be a few years
old.
I was daydreaming a bit, just thinking about what it would be like to hold her
against me and stroke those soft ears while kissing her inviting lips, when I
was pulled out of my reverie by two older women in front of me.
“Isn’t that disgusting,” the first one said in a loud voice that I believe she
intended to be overheard. “Don’t they know their place?”
“I’m sure it’s just for the show,” the second one retorted, trying to mollify
her friend.
“Don’t bet on it,” the first one shot back. “Although they keep her in the barn
where she belongs, I have it on good authority they treat her like a
daughter.”
“Shocking,” the other replied, before they both put their noses up and marched
off in self-righteous indignation.
Life on this side runs by its own rules, and that attitude just expressed is
not uncommon. But I didn’t have it in me because I hadn’t grown up here.
Besides, I was more intrigued by the comment that she had been raised as a
daughter. Some crossovers were reportedly as smart as any person, or so the kids
I knew over here had let on in great secrecy.
With the women gone I realized I was now the center of attention for those
lovely brown eyes. And my rapidly pounding heart just knew this girl was
special. There was one way to be sure. But I looked around carefully before I
tried this to be sure I was alone first.
Then I walked boldly to the edge of the stage and said, “Hi,” in my most manly
voice. “And congratulations,” I added. I then held my breath to see what would
happen.
Though she looked right at me when I spoke, for an endless frozen instant it
appeared that nothing would happen. It was the longest moment of my life.
Then she smiled at me and replied clearly, “Thank you, kind sir.”
Yes! I thought to myself, wanting to jump in the air and pound my fist, but I
didn’t. Instead, after another nervous glance around to be sure no one had
noticed, I tried to act casual. “How’s it going?” I asked
“Okay, I guess,” she replied sweetly. “But you’re the first person to talk to
me.”
“Really?”
“Yes,” she said, making a pretty moue. “Most people don’t have much to say to
someone like me.”
“Those ladies ahead of me seemed to have plenty to say.”
I regretted those words the moment they were out of my mouth. But she just
nodded at me and added, “Yes they did,” so I figured she wasn’t upset with
me.
“You’re beautiful,” I impulsively said to her.
She half turned away at that, but I could see her blushing-and smiling. And her
teats seemed to tighten under her top.
“Thank you,” she said softly, still looking away.
I wanted to say more, but just then I heard the noisy crowd of my friends
approaching. In moments they’d see me here.
“Take care,” I said quickly, turning to slip away. “I’ve enjoyed talking to
you,” I added over my shoulder.
“Me too,” she replied to my rapidly retreating back…
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Children`s Fiction
Erotica Fiction
