Let Helmid break the bull

Helmid seemed a fair shade more excited about the prospect of bull-riding than you and also a lot more likely to survive a bone-shattering fall and trample beneath the bull's hooves. You knew it wasn't the gentlemanly thing to do, per say, but you allowed her to take the lead on this one. There was a whole passage in your squire training about leaving the truly dangerous stuff to saintesses, after all.

"Hm hm! You won't regret it," the paladin agreed, before stretching her arms high above her head. She continued until she heard a little pop, then moved to leg stretches, throwing them out far to each side and baring down upon the upper thigh as she bent her body. "It's important to limber up."

While it was quite a treat to watch her rippling musculature and the flesh of her exposed thighs while she did all of this, thinking about it was making you less optimistic. If Helmid was really chosen by Geod and invulnerable, would she really need to do stretches before bull-riding?

Sensing your hesitation, Helmid gave a little "tut tut" and wagged one finger. "Come now! Proper stretching will always be important before rigorous physical activity. Especially given that I'm getting up in my years," she giggled, now bending her torso back and forth to work her arms and abdomen.

It seemed like the spectacle of her pre-riding exercises was actually starting to draw a larger crowd around this event than the bull itself was. A number of slack-jawed and happy men had shown up to ogle her exposed, toned-but-shapely body. You began to wonder if she was actually just flaunting it for the sake of people's attention... she did have that side to her.

"Ready!"

Helmid leaped over the meager-looking fence and landed with a thud of her furred boots against the dirt, as she stared down the increasingly impatient bull.

"H-Hold on there, ma'am! I'm supposed to bring Broadside over and let you lower yourself on!" the game master shouted, holding both hands to his head in a panic. He didn't have a contingency for someone getting gored by the bull's horns before even getting a chance to ride.

"Thank you, sir, but there is really no need. I'll-" the paladin spoke, smiling at the bull breeder for just a moment, before whipping her head to watch the charging bull. She had to get her "oh my" out midair, as she jumped into the air, grabbing the bull's horns mid-flight and wrenching her body into a gymnast's pose, with her legs pointed straight upward. The skirt fell around her hips to briefly reveal the brown, leather thong she was wearing underneath, wedged tightly between the flesh of her supple, powerful buttocks. The crowd cheered as she waited for the bull's deceleration, then hopped, spinning so that she landed with her legs parted, straddling the bull's unsaddled back.

Broadside's owner was so flabbergasted that he didn't even start timing until a good minute into the rodeo. Helmid appeared to be having the time of her life, giggling to herself as she held her fingers tightly to the bull's mangy mane and clenched its body with her thighs. Her sizable breasts flung this way and that, barely constrained by the leather band bra, as the bull struggled to throw her off. It actually seemed like the greater question was not if she'd be thrown off, but rather, if her skimpy wardrobe was going to make it through the bull ride without a malfunction...

... Two minutes passed... Then three... Then four...

"Time! That's time! Get off already!" the aggravated bull breeder shouted, raising his fists and beating them down against the splintering fence. The bull was clearly exhausted.

"Oh dear. My apologies," Helmid gasped, finding her spot to jump off the bull's back and rejoin you. Her hair was a mess, her top was barely hugging her nipples, and her skirt was partially tucked into itself now, but she appeared to be unharmed, if a little less dignified. "What fun! I've never ridden such an ill-tempered animal before. A fine specimen of a bull indeed. Broadside here must be the object of affection for every cow, surely."

"Yeah, well I hope he still is, after ya emaciated him like that," the trainer grumbled, grabbing a towel and a water bucket before hopping the fence to give the defeated bull a drink and a cleaning.

Satisfied, Helmid fixed her hair as best she could with her hands, minding the cow ears of her costume's hairband, then gave a charming smile. "What invigorating exercise! It has me feeling quite frisky for the rest of the night, my squire."

You gulped nervously, looking once again at the exhausted bull and wonder if you'd be the same way by the end of the night.