Page 26 of Rhubarb 2 Go

We were going to have baby stalks.

My feet faulted.Ohhh, baby cows.

How cute would a baby cow be?

“I’m going to be a daddy.”I shouted the news to the empty street.

If I hadn’t been carrying a large-ass—okay, cute ass-bull in my arms, I might have done a twirl.

Okay, maybe that thought could take a back seat until I got my mate back to the house safely.Being dizzy wasn’t an option.

My hours of pole dancing practice meant the trip to the house was not too difficult.What I didn’t like was seeing my bull still out cold when I laid him on his bed.I sat next to him and stroked his cheek.

“Baby, wake up,” I crooned.

Nothing.

“Sweety, you need to open your eyes.”

Still nothing.

I scratched at my jaw, staring at my beautiful mate.Babies.We were gonna be daddies.My knees knocked together, and I slumped to the edge of the bed.Okay fainting, yeah that could be a thing for sure.I needed to focus.We needed our own patch for the babies.That was a good place to start preparing, right?

Did bulls give birth in a patch?

I dug my hand into my pocket to pull out my phone and typed in ‘bull’s giving birth’.Noise assaulted my ears, and the screen showed a cow mooing for all its worth as legs dangled out of her ass.And I’m out.

I closed the screen, shutting out the awful mooing.That was a cow, what was it like for bulls?

Please let my ballsy-bull have rhubarb.That wasn’t painful, was it?

Crimson, is giving birth to rhubarb painful?

I waited and waited some more.Crimson, help!

What is it?What happened?Is it another lion attack?

No.Burke’s pregnant.

My oh my.How amazing, him and Tim together.New stalks for town.

She didn’t sound surprised, and I wondered if she’d already suspected.Our alpha knew everything going on in the town.

What if it’s not a stalk?Bull’s… the video to Great Rhu… I’m not sure I want that for my mate.Although I’m not fussy, rhubarb or tiny cow.Just… I don’t want my mate to suffer.

The Great Rhu will decide, and whatever it is, you’re a strong rhubarb.You’ll be there for your mate.

I nodded, looking at my unconscious mate.She was right; I was strong and determined.Thank you.Gotta go, I have a mate to wake up.

She was gone in a hurry when I might have projected exactly how I was going to do that.I stripped my mate, thinking about what he’d wanted earlier.I took a minute to rub toothpaste around his teeth and clean them.Do you know how hard it is to clean teeth when someone isn’t cooperating?Hard.

After rinsing my hands, I climbed on the bed, my hands stroking his flat belly, grinning when his cock thickened despite his brain remaining offline.I could work with that.

I stripped next to him and shifted so I could roll my stalk up his leg, lifting my tiny fuzzies to rub his skin.A noise whistled past his teeth, and he fidgeted.I grinned, knowing my fuzzies drove him wild, and rolled to his enormous balls, then wiggled in between his legs.My stalk pressed to the underside of his cock and between his sack, I twirled and imagined myself dancing.

The groan was low and needy.That’s it, my ballsy-bull, sing our song of Great Rhu love.

Oh… yeah… p-please.His hips tilted forward as his thighs closed, keeping me right where he wanted as he rode the stalk.

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