This choice: (Smirks) "Not just yet..." • Go Back... Lily's cheerful grin suddenly melts into a smirk. "Not just yet, Boss," she purrs as she takes a step towards you. Her hoof shakes the ground, and you instinctively flinch back and begin to retreat, knees knocking. Lily's smirk widens as she continues, "I'll help you check out the farm, don't you worry...but first, you and me have to settle accounts."
You gulp. This can't be good. "W-what do you mean, Lily?" You ask, trying to keep the shiver out of your voice.
Lily snorts. "Remember last week, when those kiddies came over for a field trip?"
You blink at the memory: the previous week, a bus-full of kids from the local elementary school had, indeed, come over for a field trip. As you remember it, it was an all-around success: the kids had a blast, you got a bonus in your allowance for acting as their tour guide/chaperon, and your parents had even scored a sweet deal to teach the school's new botany class after the summer break. "I don't understand, Lily!" You yelp, still backing away as the gargantuan Jersey cow slowly advances. "Nothing went wrong...what are you mad about?"
Lily sighs. "Oh, everything went right...'cept one of the kiddies had the bright idea to go an' sit on my back while I was takin a nap! Yanked me out of a real nice dream, and hurt my back somethin' fierce. Girl must have plopped onto a pulled muscle or somethin'. Either way, you didn't try to stop her, Boss!" She leans in close to you, almost touching her truck-sized nose to your chest.
You put up your hands, stumbling backwards. "Lily...I'd forgotten about your pulled muscle..I thought it had already healed up! And you didn't look like you were hurting or anything, so I never suspected anything was wrong!" You take a few more steps back...
And soon find that you can't move your feet. "What...?" You look down, and discover that you've wandered onto a stray sheet of fly paper, the sticky pad looking the size of a tennis court at your scale. You make experimental jerks with your legs, but you can't even lift your feet.
Lily giggles like a naughty kid, and when you look up her smirk makes it obvious...she lead you onto the fly paper! What was that cow going to do? "Oh, I can understand your reasons, Boss," Lily says casually, still in your face. Without warning she purses her lips and blows a quick puff of air at you. The sudden gust is enough to topple you onto your back, stuck firmly to the adhesive fly paper. You try to struggle, but to no avail--the most you manage is ripping your shirt down the seams on the sides. Lily cracks another giggle, the she smirks wider than even before. "Like I said, I can understand you reasons...but that li'l girl still gave me a sore back when she sat on me, even though she didn't mean it."
To your horror, Lily starts turning around, presenting her gargantuan bovine rear to you. She looks back at you and winks. "Still, just to make things even...I'll show you just how unpleasant bein' sat on can be." She starts to slowly lower her rump, its shadow quickly covering you. You frantically renew your struggles against the fly paper.
"P-Please Lily!" You call out. "I'm sorry, alright?!? I didn't know about that...for God's sakes, you're going to crush me to death!!" You all but shout, going wide-eyed as her plump tan rear continues its descent.
Lilly sighs. She speaks in comforting tones, her previous mischief gone from her voice. But her rump continues its descent regardless. "Take it easy, Boss. I promise I won't squish ya or break anything...you'll be pinned, and it sure as hell won't be pleasant, but you'll still be alive and kickin' when I get off of ya. That's the Gospel truth."
Despite Lily's reassurances, you aren't going to just take your chances with a city-sized cow not crushing you into an unrecognizable paste. With frantic speed, you continue your struggles against the fly paper's sticky surface...
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