Page 35 of Shared on the Ranch

“You’ve got to loosen up,” Lora told her, tugging on her wrist until she uncrossed her arms. “See? Isn’t that better?”

“If you say so,” Veronica retorted, but there was a grin tugging at the corners of her mouth.

“So,anyway,” Betsy drawled. “Does that answer your question?”

It took Chyanne a minute to remember what her question had been. “Um, kinda, I think.” Then she resumed walking, just to give her feet something to do. She always found it helpful to burn calories when she was deep in thought. “What if… I mean… do any of you have…twodaddies?”

The other girls had been walking with her but now they all collectively came to a stop. Veronica bumped into Ashley, who didn’t even seem to notice.

“Two?” Betsy shrieked, eyes wide.

Chyanne’s teeth dug into her lower lip. “Yeah. Is that weird?”

“Um… it’s definitely unusual,” Lora answered.

Chyanne nodded. That’s what she’d thought.

“So you’re saying… you have two men?”

She hesitated for a second before nodding in answer to Ashley’s question.

“And they’re both daddies?” Ashley’s brow furrowed. “You don’t exactly seem like a Little. No offense! I just mean… you’re little, but you don’t seemlittle.”

“She doesn’t seem likeme, you mean.” Betsy crossed her arms and stuck her nose in the air while Lora wrapped her arms around her.

“Great,” Veronica drawled in Ashley’s direction. “Now look what you’ve done.”

“That’s not what she means, sweets,” Lora consoled, petting her hair. “And not all Littles look the same,” she pointed out.

“I know Goli—I mean, Chandler is a daddy.” Chyanne blushed at her slip of the tongue but kept talking. “But Aaron is… different.”

Veronica’s brows shot up. “MasterAaron?”

Chyanne didn’t know what this girl’s problem was, but she didn’t feel like talking to her, especially about something so vulnerable.

“Ooh, he’s handsome!” Betsy put in.

“Shh!” Ashley giggled. “You don’t want your daddy to hear you say that!”

“Heishandsome, but he’s scary, too,” Betsy rejoined.

Chyanne nodded. He was both of those, in equal measure. And yet, the scariness was part of the sexiness he possessed. Her pussy pulsed just thinking about it. “I don’t think I’m a Little,” she said slowly. “Not that there’s anything wrong with being one, of course.”

Betsy beamed and Lora hugged the girl from behind.

“But… I don’t know. I’m just getting to know them.”

“Do you like one better than the other?” Ashley inquired, her eyes gleaming with curiosity.

“I—”

But right at that moment, she heard footsteps. Big, heavy footsteps. She turned her head and saw a tall white cowboy hat.

“Well, well. You’re not where I left you, now are you, little girl?”

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Chandler

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