A few days ago ButterfliesAndCuffs issued a challenge that I'm finally getting around to posting my response to.
Ooops!
I don't feel quite as bad (🫣) though...
Probably because of the busy holiday season, though a bunch of people commented on her actual post, only one person posted an accepted challenge of their own. So at least I wasn't the only one.
Whew!
But now we can!
Ok everyone, here is the original challenge. Here is my response. Now it's your turn!
I chose this picture:
And here is the story, told as a dialogue between 2 men in a club:
A curious man enters a dark club, his first time in this place, and approaches a club regular in a cowboy hat who is holding what the man correctly assumes is a remote-control device. About 10 feet from them is a beautiful woman straddling a wildly moving machine that seems to be a bit too tall for her as her feet are off the ground by several inches. The mechanism is rapidly and sporadically moving up and down, spinning, jerking from side to side, but she expertly holds on and contines the ride. As the woman is momentarily bounced up on the mechanism the curious man notices that she is being penetrated by 2 loudly buzzing and vibrating devices attached to the saddle-shaped seat. He moves to speak to the man in the cowbot hat:
Man: "So is this one of them machines I've seen in all them movies?"
Ride Controller: "Depends on what kind of movies you been watching."
Man: "Oh you know the kind, the ones with real cowboys wearin' them big mustaches and partial chaps except in the back. They sometimes brawl and challenge and ride each other on a getup might be something like yours here."
Ride Controller: "Yep, the very same. And I know the parties you're talking about, too. My old man had one of these contraptions, and him and his buddies would get together and take turns ridin' each other on it, see who could last the longest before getting jerked off."
Man: "I aint never seen one in person before. Can you show me how the controls work?"
Ride Controller: "Simple. You get the rider all straddled and strapped on, then these controls jerk them back and forth and up and down; around and around and in and out and all over, harder and faster as the person with the controls turns it up or changes it or whatnot."
Man: "Yep that's the one from the cowboy movies all right. Sometimes the ridin' gets so loud that a cop has to show up to crash the party but instead ends up runnin' them controls hisself. But who's that there ridin' it now? She looks familiar...
Ride Controller: "Local girl, real friendly. She's in here most every day, you've probably seen her before."
Man: "Poor little lady's in for a shock then - only real cowboys is able to handle a machine like that."
Ride Controller: "Well... My old man always said 'Not even a cowboy can pause mid-piss'. Never really understood what that had to do with this type of contraption here but he would tell about how nobody caint never always control all their urges all the time. How even the hardest cowboy with the thickest leather will eventually give in and get jerked off."
Man: "Hmm.. wise man, your pa. So what is the longest any cowboy's ever been able to ride this thing before they finally came off?
Ride Controller: "17 seconds at level 13. Thats been the record in these parts and everyone's always said it cain't be broken"
Man: "Wow, pretty impressive. So what's that girl doin' mounted up on there anyways?"
Ride Controller: "Provin' 'em all wrong."
Man: "What do you mean? How long has she been on that thing?"
Ride Controller: "Just over 3 hours."
Man: "3 hours???
Ride Controller: "Yep."
Man: "And she's on level 10???"
Ride Controller: "Oh, no. Nope - she's up to level 73."
Man: "What - LEVEL 73?! How??? The pressure from holding on, the temptation to get off, what's her secret?
Ride Controller: "Dunno. She ain't spoke a word since level 28, screaming like she was possessed for a while, but ain't made a single sound since about level 36. Last thing she said that made any damn sense at all was right around level 19."
Man: "And what was that?"
Ride Controller: "I asked her if she was ready to give in and get off? After a moment her breathing slowed and she looked right at me with eyes all spaced out, smiled, and quietly said 'Dude - I'm not gonna be a cowboy!' Whatever that means."
The End
