Chapter 22: The Fury of Vomit

The sky over Xotaville was beginning to brighten with pink and orange tones, but the stillness of the early morning still hung heavy in the damp air of the farm.

Pôia had been standing by the wooden fence for hours, her eyes fixed on the horizon, clinging to her sister Püia who refused to let her go. The little maid trembled slightly from cold and anxiety, but she wouldn’t move an inch. Her twin, with pink hair messy from the wind, kept a firm arm around her shoulders, murmuring soft words of comfort.

A few meters away, Margot was distracting herself the best way she knew how. She had her entire face buried between the wide, sweaty buttocks of the oldest cow on the farm, eagerly sucking the animal’s dilated asshole. The cow mooed softly, relaxed, while Margot shoved her tongue deep inside, sucking the light-brown, pasty shit that came out in hot, stinking spurts. The strong smell of fresh manure mixed with animal sweat filled the air around her.

— Mmmph ... so delicious ... so warm and thick... — Margot murmured between licks, her voice muffled against the flesh.

— Come on, give me more ... fill my whole mouth ... shlurp...

She pulled with her lips, sucking the diarrhea that ran from her mouth and dripped onto her breasts, leaving dark trails on her beige blouse. The cow lazily swished its tail, making access easier, and Margot moaned with pleasure, chewing the liquid shit before swallowing noisily.

Püia, annoyed by the wet sounds and muffled moans, rolled her eyes and complained out loud:

— Can’t you just pull your face out of there and pretend you care too? We’re here dying of anxiety over Putty and you’re sucking a cow’s ass like it’s breakfast!

Margot lifted her head for a second, her mouth completely smeared with pasty brown, and answered with a slimy smile:

— I am worried ... just in my own way. Relax, Püia, if she doesn’t come back soon I’ll go after her myself.

Pôia suddenly interrupted them: — Look! It’s Putty!

A naked figure appeared flying low, propelled by a powerful, noisy jet of diarrhea shooting from her ass like an improvised thruster.

Putty slowed the jet and landed lightly on the wet grass. Pôia ran to her immediately, throwing herself into a tight hug, already crying.

— I’m so glad you’re okay! I was so worried! I didn’t sleep at all ... I stayed here all night waiting for you...

Putty held her tightly, feeling the hot tears on her shoulder.

Margot, who had left the cow when she heard Püia complaining, approached while wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, still with dark traces at the corners of her lips.