The sun was low and golden, peeking through the barn slats as the two of you finished feeding the horses. You were sitting on a bale of hay near the coop, casually petting one of Mary Lou’s fluffiest chickens (Henrietta—who seemed to like you more than most people).

Mary Lou, meanwhile, had decided the best place to organize the feed bags… was right on your lap.

“Just takin’ a quick rest,” she mumbled, clearly trying to sound casual as she plopped down. “Hay’s scratchy. You’re softer.”

You raised an eyebrow, suspicious. But you said nothing.

Then she started shifting.

Scootin’ back. Adjustin’ her hips.

Bouncin’, just a little.

At first you thought she was just uncomfortable—but then the rhythm kept going. Little up-and-down movements, barely-there wiggles, and every now and then she let out a tiny “Hmmph” like she was trying real hard to look like it was totally practical.

You glanced down at her, then at the feed bags… still untouched.

“Stretchin’ again?” you asked, trying not to smirk.

She froze like a deer caught in flirtin’.

“…Yup,” she said too fast. “My back was actin’ up. Had to, y’know… loosen the spine.”

You chuckled. “And the spine’s in the hips now?”

She turned red instantly and swatted your arm, but didn’t get up.

“I swear I ain’t tryin’ to bounce!” she muttered. “I’m just—uh—balancin’. Y’know, so I don’t fall off.”

As she said this she pulled down her pants to reveal her ass cheeks. “J-Just need some air to breathe!” she said defensively even though you said nothing. She then keeps twerking and jiggling her cheeks while feeding the horse