Made on: 11th of June 2021
Published: 18th of June 2021
Here's the drill:
George is a cow hybrid
George has titties (not large but like good enough for a small cow)
George and Dream live on a farm
Dream is a farmer
Little clarification:
i've never been on a farm, so if anything is inaccurate, please do excuse that.
George fit: (he wears this the whole story btw)
George huffed as he watched Dream pace around the barn, carrying around some of the hay bales that had been delivered.
He knew that he was probably being a little dramatic, but he didn't care.
Dream hadn't given him attention all day, focusing solely on the farm.
The day was almost fully gone as George watched Dream haul the hay bales.
He knew he could've entertained himself with the other hybrids, but he wanted Dream's attention, not someone else's.
On any other day however, he would've been completely content with watching Dream carry them in.
Seeing his strong but oddly comforting arms wrap around the hay bales, get sneaky kisses placed on his lips when Dream would accidentally get too close to him, but today he wasn't getting any of that.
His little feet tapped on the floor as he walked down on the path back to their house.
Cows weren't exactly allowed in the house, but when the cow was your boyfriend, you kinda have an advantage.
As the door for the house closed, George instantly stomped his feet on the wooden floor in anger, pouting and crossing his arms in frustration.
He had been pent up all day, waiting impatiently for Dream to pay attention. And yet, he couldn't get any attention? Outrageous.
He was so going to show Dream what it felt like to be ignored.
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George smirked to himself as he heard the trudge of Dream's boots hit the stone pavement.
He did a last minute hair ruffle, and practically threw himself on the bed, attempting to act unbothered by Dream walking in.
"Babyyyyyyyyyyyy!"
Dream cheered, clearly happy to see George. George was equally happy, but he couldn't show that now could he?
"Baby?"
Dream called out the nickname again, now with a hint of sadness in his tone.
George desperately wanted to stop being petty and just give his pouty honey some love, but he couldn't. Why? Who knows.
"Alrighty then, well I'll be going into the shower,"
Dream chirped, clearly trying to conceal the small amount of sadness he felt.
Did George enjoy seeing Dream hurt?
No, why would he. If you appreciate seeing your lover in pain, get out.
His ears twitched as he laid on his side, puffing out his cheeks in confusion.
What does he do now?
He made Dream sad, what could he even do now?
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Mere minutes felt like hours as George laid on the bed, idly scrolling through his phone as he waited.
His frown was now more prominent, he came into the whole ignoring game to try and get Dream's attention, and now he was getting less attention, if that was even possible.
"Ok, what's wrong?"
Dream's voice caused a jolt to run through George's body, the phone being dropped onto his hefty chest.
"You haven't even given me one kiss,"
Dream complained, making a little pond of anger boil of George's stomach.
You don't get a kiss because I didn't get a kiss.
He wanted to say, but he didn't.
Instead he rolled onto his side, back facing Dream.
And Dream seemed to get the memo.
"Ohhh. . . that's the game hm?"
George giggled to himself as he finally heard the understanding tone.
The whole ignoring game wasn't exactly new, it was usually done in light fun and wouldn't really have any consequences.
Just how George liked it.
"What's got you ignoring me hm?"
Dream asked, slotting his chest against George's back.
All Dream got in response was a big huff of air.
"Come onnnnnnn!"
Dream whined, purposefully putting his mouth near George's ear to rile him up.
George squirmed to try and get rid of the raspy voice near his ear, but it was for no avail.
"Alrighty then, guess it's a brat day,"
Dream huffed, lifting himself from the bed, and George worried for a split second that he was actually angry.
But with the way that Dream leaned against the headboard and pulled him into his lap, he knew that he was wrong.
"Come onnnnnnn, look at meeeeeeee!"
Dream pulled George's chin to look at him, but George adverted his eyes too quickly to be caught in Dream's gaze.
"Hello? I know I'm much better to look at than a wall,"
Dream boasted, the grip on George's chin getting the slightest bit tighter.
"Hah!"
George barked out, suddenly having his dainty hands around Dream's head, shoving it into his breasts, silencing him...
"Uhm hello, I'd like to have my sight back,"
...as silent as a Dream could be.
The words were muffled and slow, but still comprehensible.
"Nope! Not happening,"
George chirped, readjusting himself in Dream's lap so his head would be comfortable, he didn't want to actually hurt Dream.
"George, I like your tits just as much as the next person, but I'd like to breathe actual air instead of titty air."
Dream mumbled, trying to bring his head out of George's tits when he suddenly pressed further into them, now being fully engulfed in them.
"Nope! Apologize for ignoring me all day and then I'll let you breathe,"
"What?! I didn't ignore you,"
"When was the last time you gave me a kiss?"
". . . . . fine. George, I am sorry for ignoring you all day,"
"Promise that you will give me. . . 3 kisses when you're let up?"
"Yes, George. I promise to give you 3 kisses when I'm let up,"
George instantly let go of Dream's head and finally allowed him to breathe.
"Jesus, when has it been this bright,"
Dream complained, digging his palms into his eyes to protect himself.
"Now, time for the kisses!"
George cheered, rudely ripping away Dream's hand and placing his lips in front of Dream's, waiting for him to lean forward.
"Sweet baby. . ."
Dream mumbled, kissing George once.
Their lips molded together like puzzle pieces, soft but firm and the small feeling of accomplishment that bubbled in George's stomach was so similar to the feeling of finally completing a puzzle.
Sweet melted into rough as they began to get carried away.
George pulled away, breathless.
"Th-that's one kiss, now for the other two,"
George teased, twirling around some of Dream's hair.
"You'll get a lot more than three kisses,"
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