Go to Port? No, too far. Back to the barn? Ugh. Idly, I turn my gaze to the horizon, where there’s a small homestead up on the hill. Chelsea mentioned in passing that her neighbors on each side are female and that they’re not particularly friendly. Human female, though… Unmated human female. My cock throbs again and a spurt of pre-cum wets my trou. Despite the null root churning in my gut, I push off of the sled and start walking, heading determinedly towards the house on the horizon. I won’t rape a female, of course.
