Chapter 12
Rachel
As she ate the grass, Penny made little noises that were a cross between a moo and moan.
“It’s good?”
“Mmhmm.” Her answering smile spoke louder than any words could have.
She dropped her head back down and finished off the grass, her tongue darting out and licking up the taffy-like green.
It felt hot against Rachel’s palm and she couldn’t help but think about what it would be like to have Penny’s tongue, all hot and wet, licking at her pussy.
When her sweet hucow was finally finished, she rocked back onto her heels and beamed up at Rachel.
“I’ve got some plans for today,” said Rachel, “and it starts with a trip to the shop. Are you okay with that?”
Penelope’s eyes widened. “On all fours?”
“No no, that’d be going from zero to one hundred. Maybe at some point in this week, but for now I’ll help you up and we can walk down there on two feet.”
The huff of relief that Penny emitted let Rachel know that she’d had the right idea, and she went to brush her hair before leaving the suite.
Rachel didn’t have many clothes that yelled farmer—she’d never been one for plaid, being a high femme kind of queer—but she knew the shop would have what she needed. So she’d donned jeans, a cute spaghetti-strap top and slip on shoes that would have to do until she could find some cowgirl boots.
The gift shop was on the ground floor, behind the check-in desk, and as the two of them wandered in, they were stunned by what they saw.
The store was split into sections. At the back you found everything that you’d expect to see in the gift shop of a ranch: hats, boots, flannel, denim, and probably more rope than your standard western apparel shop usually stocked.
But elsewhere there were stuffies and children’s toys; and a whole glass display cabinet filled with a smorgasbord of dildos and butt plugs.
Rachel was particularly gratified to see a section given over to harnesses and strap-ons, the material of the harness varying from pink lace to plain black cotton. Whether femme or masc, cis or trans, there was a harness that’d work for you.
However, though she’d like to come back to check them out more carefully later in the week, they weren’t what she was after today.
She led Penelope round until she found shelves of collars.
Rachel knew what style she had in mind: a delicate cowbell that could be set to on or off, depending on what kind of mood they were in, and she’d like it to have an o-ring.
So that she could attach a leash to it.
But this wasn’t just about “her”. This was about Penelope’s fantasies.
Penelope, whose eyes were very wide indeed.
“See anything you like, little moo?”
Penelope nodded enthusiastically and ran up and down the aisle, scanning all the shelves and checking out all the different types of collars they had. When she finally paused, and turned to look at Rachel, she looked confused. “They have cool things, Miss Rachel.”
“They do indeed,” said Rachel. “Which is your favorite?”
“My… my favorite?”
“Yes, your favorite, Strawberry Moo.”
“But…” Penelope looked momentarily discomforted.
“Willow,” said Rachel, using their agreed safe word, and Penelope came rushing up to her.
“Are you okay, Rachel? Do you need some water? What do you need?”
“I’m fine,” she explained. “I just needed to talk to you out of dynamic for a second.”
Earnest eyes were locked on her as Rachel nodded slowly.
“I realize that I probably should have checked in with you about this before coming straight down here. I’m suggesting that we pick out a collar for you to wear during our hucow play, as part of the scene. Not as a permanent reflection of our dynamic or relationship.”
“Ohhhhhh.” Penny didn’t look as relieved as Rachel had expected. “I see, that makes sense.”
“Would you like that?”
“Yes,” she said, definitively. “I would like that very much, please.”
“Okay then, little moo, go find your collar.”
Rachel watched indulgently as Penelope hovered between two different styles, finally landing on one that perfectly fit her own intentions. White leather with pink splodges on it that weren’t quite cow print but could certainly be interpreted that way if desired. And it was obvious Penelope desired.
“Great choice, Strawberry Moo. And I think it’d go perfectly with this.” Rachel pointed out the leash that she’d been checking out whilst Penny chose her collar. It was simple, white, with a metal catch that would lock onto the o-ring of the collar perfectly. “What do you think?”
“You—you want to walk around with me on a leash?”
“Just to lead you into your milking stall,” said Rachel and was rewarded by the hitch in Penelope’s breath that betrayed her response.
“Oh yes! Yes please, Miss Rachel!”
But as they headed toward the till, Rachel noticed Penelope’s steps slowed as she walked by the glass cabinet. There was one shelf that held an array of tails. Some of them were ones that would just clip onto a waistband and some of them… some of them were attached to plugs.
Penelope’s gaze was fixed on a plug that had a long detachable tail. A tail that was unmistakably a cow tail.
“Do you like that?” asked Rachel, coming up behind Penelope and whispering in her ear. The submissive jumped a little and nodded guiltily.
“You want me to plug you whilst I milk those pretty tits of yours.”
She bit her lip and nodded again.
“Good girl, for telling me what you want.” Rachel indicated to the cashier that she wanted to have a closer look. The woman who walked over had thick glasses and an amused smile that indicated that she knew exactly what they were looking at.
“The cow-tail plug?” she asked brightly.
“Yes please,” breathed Penelope.
“And I’d like to speak to someone about getting some boots and a hat,” said Rachel. “I’m afraid that I’ve absolutely no idea what I’m doing with that.”
“Liam,” she called over to a man in the clothing section of the store.
“Yes, Becky?”
“This lady would like to look at a hat and boots. I’ll take these items over to the counter while you have a look,” she said to Rachel.
“Thank you,” Rachel said, passing over the collar and leash they’d picked out before heading back toward the clothing section.
Liam was very helpful and found a hat and boots that fit Rachel like a glove and made her feel a bit more confident about being able to step up into this role for Penelope.
And when she tipped the hat at Penelope and the other woman dissolved into giggles, Rachel realized that she might actually be doing far better at this than she knew.