This choice: I sashyed over to the farthest clump of hay and snorted. • Go Back...Chapter #5I sashyed over to the farthest clump of hay and... by: Joy   Maribelle would be my first choice as Lulla can be too insecure, too needy. Who wants his woman at his heels all the time?
Maribelle, on the other hand, acts as an independent agent, responsible for her own emotional needs. But being responsible doesn’t mean detachment. And Maribelle isn’t detached per se, and she can be quite accommodating, when it suits her purpose, which shows a bit of self-interest, to me. If I go and conquer her somehow, I will always be thinking why’s she doing what she’s doing? Or whatever it is she’s doing, she ain’t doing it for me.
But Lulla can be such a pain in the rump, too, always sweet mooing or hanging her nose on my tail when I am enjoying my hay while eyeing Maribelle. I think it will have to be Lulla, though.
Yeah, it is the lazy way out, but I can be excused for that because of my ancestry. Us bulls don’t like to be distracted with trivial thoughts. Annoyance we can deal with better. Just showing the horns in a menacing sort of way always does the trick. I guess that’s what I’ll do to Lulla when she makes me see red.
Maribelle notices me eyeing her and slowly makes her way to the haystack whose mixed flavors I was enjoying. Lulla, seeing Maribelle, mooes as if she has something stuck in her belly besides the teats. I size up Maribelle and eye her warily. I am the legendary badass bull who can snort a heavy breath, daring anyone. Besides I have the no-you-can’t-touch-me attitude fortified by my glaring dark eyes. But I don’t use that stuff with my ladies. Well, only rarely.
Lulla mooes again. Maribelle throws a hoof her way, challenging her, my old feisty darling that she is. Lulla moves close to me almost touching me.
Now this is just too much. Lulla is no gorgeous, unattainable female, and she doesn’t own me. Not when Maribelle is softly mooing at me now, with teasing eyes that sends me over the moon. And the cow, excuse me the bull, jumped over the moon, right? But then, only a cow like Maribelle does that to me as I do believe in magic and luck and everything spiritual, and I could drown in Maribelle’s sexy eyes, even if it means taunting the devil himself. My blood now is pounding unlike anything I could ever recall, and I know my earlier decision about staying with Lulla has been erased with this new overpowering wish of chasing my hot angel, Maribelle.
So I give her a friendly snort and whip Lulla with my tail. Lulla sticks up her neck and howls like a perplexed wolf. Maribelle inches close to me her dark eyes never leaving me. Oh, to be watched like that by a female!
This means Maribelle hasn’t forgotten me, and she’s back at my side like a homing pigeon.
“Mind if I bunk with you, Tiger?” she mooes in a soft voice. Shall I take the bait? Of course, I will. I sigh with happiness and pick up a clump of hay and leave it in front of her. She slurps it down, her gaze hitting me at chest level. Then she surreptitiously winks. A change ripples through my body.
But another change is coming over Maribelle, too. Is this love?
No, this can’t be love, because now she looks scary. Her mere hoofs have turned into cloven hoofs. In her mouth, fangs appear. No, a cow cannot have fangs. I turn around for Lulla, but Lulla has far disappeared. Terror washes over me, while Maribelle’s hide starts forming scales, scales of a lizard. Her chest heaves and splits open, to be immediately covered with more scales, ugly muddy, greenish scales…
Suddenly I feel weak, wondering how it was possible for this change to take place. I hadn’t displeased her at all. I blow out a long breath and snort heavily, more with fear than anything else. No guy or bull should fear his woman, should he! But I do and she is no cow anymore. Her evil is focusing on me.
This must be the evil I heard the two-leggeds talking about. The evil that was spreading like wildfire. Maribelle comes charging at me, the scales on her lizard skin flapping about in the wind, and I have no power to lift a leg, let alone protect myself.
Her eyes are no longer black, but more like the dulled moon while it sets and sickly. She is chaos itself, threatening the very fabric of the world. I have no defense. Lulla has no defense. No one has any defense against the edict of evil. Not anymore.
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