In My Hometown

The town of Crandel is about 5 miles from the farm, for this journey I am going to need my trusty cockobo Bilson.

I catch sight of him at the back of the field he doesn't play well with the other cockobos or other people really but we have a bond that goes back to when I was 14. If I was going to survive this epic adventure against an evil sex demon I am going to need him.

I put my fingers to my lips and blow. A whistle sounds out over the open air and Bilson looks over his shoulder at me, annoyed I have disturbed his grazing.

'Don't give me that sass now Bilson. It's not the time!'

The adrenaline helps me leap onto the cockobos back and we are off!

It's been a while since I've ridden bareback, and never on a cockabo!

The journey was not comfortable but necessary.

I look back to the burning farm and I see Lord Sodomite looking at me waving and smiling. If he was coming after me he was in no rush. From a moment I wanted to turn the horse around and be with him but I resisted.

Off to town we went. I need to head to the local inn. This demon destroyed my farm in moments the town is not safe and maybe someone can help explain what was going on.

While I processed my thought on what had happened Bilson stormed on. His hooves thundered through the damp mud trail that led straight into town.

Me and my father had never been close. He wasn't mean or cruel, he was just distant. Something happened 10 years ago my father left for nearly a year and when he returned he'd changed.

He would look at me in fear almost and would only speak to my through my mother.

When my mother died after eating a ham sandwich too fast he locked himself away. I was 16 by then and had been running the farm with just the help of Mitzel and sometimes Uncle Cerben would come by to check things were in order and take things for delivery. Luckily they weren't at the farm but my father was....

With my mind wondering I had failed to notice we had made it to town. My Cockobo used to this journey went right up to the inn and indifferently started drinking from the troff set outside. I slid off his back feeling a little bow legged from the journey.

I hurry inside to warn them all of the horrifying, sexy beast I had encountered. I stagger right up to the bar, there was about 10 people in the inn, it was still early.

'Help! Please!'

Bubina turned round jugs in hand. All bust no brain, fuck she is dumb.

'Veric! How are you!'

'Shut the fuck up Bubina! The farm! Demon! Cocks!' I rant madly only now realising how exhausted I am.

'Whoa, Whoa, Whoa there kid slow down!' Mayor Ricktor had lifted himself from his bar stool and made his way over he puts his hands on my sholder in comfort and started to need the tension out of them. 'Set down son, what happened? Do you want to take your shirt off?'

'No that's ok.' I sit down and take a breath, Bubina had served me up a mead which was half foam, the dumb bint. My eyes welled up 'the farm was detroyed, by a creature who was after something!'

'Oh my God!' Bubina exclaimed.

'What did this creature look like Veric?' The mayor said rubbing my lower back.

'Like a big cock man, with this dick and just perfect, oh my god, penis, dick, he had a cock!' I dribbled.

Mayor Ricktor's eyes lit up, 'He's returned! You need to leave! Leave now!'

'What! What do you know?'

'Find your Uncle! He is in South Kinnset. Go, go away from here before he finds me! I mean the town... Save the town! Leave!'