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Good evening!! Can I request number 6 with hunter risotto and his hucow s/o? Preferably a fem so but really I’m fine with whatever!!
Yup! Here it is! I always wondered how a sadist like Risotto would ever deal with a darling with stockholm. Sure, shes devoted- more or less- but is that really what a terrifying man like him wants? And even if she makes slip ups, whats more important: Blind fear, or utter obedience? Risottos little cow has a contradictory life to lead for master....
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You never lost hope that's for sure. Hope wouldn’t be the right word... But whatever it was, you were like a bitch with a bone: did not let go. You knew your master would come back for you- Risotto always came back. One thing you should believe is that you should trust your master. He knows what's best for you, he knows how to teach you, train you, and you should always trust him to know what he’s doing. And that includes coming home to you. Sometimes, you’d worry about him. You knew you shouldn’t, but you couldn’t help it! You’d pace around your stall, pick at your hooves, fiddle with your nose ring, bite the hell out of your lip as you pondered all the things that could have happened to him... What if he got in an accident? What if he was stuck somewhere under flaming debris and couldn’t leave? What if he was being hurt by some vicious monster?! But as frightening as all these thoughts that whizzed by in your head were, you quickly found yourself calm. Your master would never be in trouble. Nothing scary could happen to him! Because he had already taught you: never be afraid of anything more than him. And that includes anything that could happen to him- Risotto would come out on top!
The sound of his truck pulling into the gravel driveway made you stand-up. You were right! Or rather, Master was right! He did come back! You paced around your stall again, this time with excitement rather than anxiety. You could hear his worn boots stomp around the gravel, his steps slow. He was probably doing some lifting. Once he was done he’d come visit you! You waited patiently, occasionally sticking your head out of the stall to catch of glimpse of your handsome masters sculpted shoulders (though his work-shirt), and envy the marks of sweat you could just barely spot. You missed him, and couldn’t wait to wrap your arms around master! It seemed like he was taking forever...
“Master!” you cheer, running towards the hunter to bury yourself in his thick scent. You collide with his chest, but he doesn’t take a step back, his muscular build barely budging. That’s your master for you! He’s just so strong! Especially when his strong hands grab your cheeks and rip you away from his chest. Risottos fingers dig into your skin, forcing your lips into a slight pout, as he checks you over. His pitch-black eyes and red irises scrutinise your features, lightly sticking up your nose and thumb grazing over your irritated piercing... You suddenly remember this pit of dread you feel with him. You got used to it at times. But you never liked having Risottos pale, ghoul like features stare coldly at you when you’re powerless to stop him. Of course you have powerful hooves, and had horns once... But you don’t anymore. And no matter how you refused Risotto, you had no chance of winning- and absolutely no right to. He was your master, as cruel as he was sometimes. A hunter. A man of standard... Have you done something wrong? You don’t know what it is, but you’ll fix it right away! You don’t want to get punished again...
“Were you a good girl?” He asked. You wanted to please your master, and you stayed right in the stall, and waited patiently for him- even when you got worried about him, or fearful, you never wavered! So: “Yes!”. Risotto-... Master disagreed, shaking his head as he released his rough squeeze on your cheeks, his other hand rooting itself in your hair to make you look at him. “That’s not true, you lying cow. You’ve bit a hole though your lip, and you’ve messed up your piercing from fiddling the skin around it red and raw- there’s even a blister forming... Were you anxious again?” he asked, but you had a feeling he already knew the answer. He was just wondering if his stupid cow knew the correct one. “Yes... I’m sorry master...” you whine. You can hear your master chide you: “I had a present lined up for my good girl, for finally learning all her lessons.” your ears twitch at the prospect of a reward- pleasing your master so hard you were worthy of something! His stern expression extinguishes your joy. “But it seems I was wrong. You’ve forgotten the most important lesson, even after you’ve had it a thousand times. That’s too bad... because naughty girls don’t get gifts. They take what they’ve given, and they take it with grace.” Master undoes his belt, black and red staring at you as you assume your submissive position.
This is where you’d get punished. Where Risotto would tie you up and chain you to a rafter and remind you to never be afraid of anything more than him. Submitting to your master, you spread yourself into a defenceless position, arms apart so you don't try to protect anything vital during your beating. But it doesn’t come. There is no beating you senseless, no crackling of a cattle prod, no understandably deserved punishment. Instead, you feel his belt slip around your neck, thick leather fitting flush with your jawline and collarbone, but rather loose (for a punishment, anyway) around the circumference of your neck. Risottos memorable metal R buckle is surrounded by two leather bands as he tucks the belt into a loose make-shift collar. His tugs on the ‘lead’ of the belt usher you to follow him. And though you curse yourself for your eagerness, you do. Though you’re confused as to why the hunter is guiding you outside your stall and into the house, reserved only for true humans. And why he sits you down on the floor while he gets takes out your nose piercing and rubs nasty smelling medicinal cream in the hole and over the blister. But you don’t flinch away from the surprisingly gentle care. And when he holds his palm out with a blank expression, you don’t refuse to lie your chin down and let his rough, pallid hands hold and caress you. Even though its new, you don’t try and move away. Because he was reminding you the most important lesson: trust your master, no matter what.