Pretty Awry

The farm girl immediately started walking towards the pigpens, and Hilda knew keeping her safe wouldn't be easy. Despite her shambling pace, the buff farmer was quite agile as a sleepwalker. Hilda was huffing and puffing just to keep up with her, much less get ahead of her and stop her from colliding with the fence separating the pigs. The buxom beauties raced a rather mundane sprint as Hilda slowly pulled ahead of the ranch girl and fell against the fence. Right before the blond farmer was about to trip over the fence into a mud puddle, Hilda unlocked and opened the gate to the pigpen before collapsing on the ground.

The farm girl walked into the empty lot, shuffling around the muddy ground and waving her arms as if calling for someone to come over. Of course, all of the pigs were asleep, so none of them responded, but one Heffer did run her way. Hilda, stumbling and slipping on the mud, made her way to the sleepwalking beauty to figure out what she was doing. She didn't register the despoiled noble as she studied the farmstress's blank eyes and neutral smile. As she looked closer, behind the stress bags under her eyes and the layer of dust coating her skin and hair, this woman was indeed quite pretty. That much had been obvious from the start, but Hilda had been a bit distracted by the, um... commanding presence she held over her to notice.

While in the middle of gawking, Hilda was caught off guard as the farmer stepped forward, splashing her bare foot into the mud. Hilda stumbled backward and tripped over something at the height of her lower legs before falling into a cold metal bin. Her boobs were scrunched against her face, and her bare legs dangled in the air above her as the knight struggled to get unstuck from the trough she'd fallen into. The sponge she'd been so astutely carrying, now stained with bits of mud and gunk, was also pressed against her tummy, squished right in the middle of the Hilda sandwich.

As Hilda tried to excavate her rear from the half-cylinder bin, the farm girl shuffled to the barn doors and pulled a lever on the outside wall. Hilda froze as a rumbling sound came from above her, and she looked up to see a large metal slide leading into the bin she was stuck in. Realization of what it was hit her like a mountain of slop: this was a food trough. She didn't get much of a chance to process this, however, as she was then smothered by a literal mountain of slop that poured down the slide and into her already filthy body.

The farmer walked away unphased as Hilda's head popped out of the pile of pig food, and she let out a big gasp. Shaking the dizziness from her head, the knight's keen gaze turned to the farmer, who'd already walked out of the pigpen and was marching into the small grazing fields. Hilda pulled herself out of the food pile, her booty letting out a loud *POP* as she fell into the mud face-first. Wiping the muck out of her eyes, she hustled to keep pace with the sleepwalker as they both sloshed their feet in the mud.

The farmstress didn't seem to have much of a task this time around. She just stood in the middle of the field, occasionally turning her head slightly to face different parts of the field. As Hilda made it to the field herself, she doubled over, breathing heavily from exhaustion. It was beginning to dawn on her how late at night it was, and after a tiring day being on her feet, that only added to her tiredness. She envied the farm girl a bit, as she at least got to sleep through all of this.

While Hilda stood there panting, she heard footsteps in the grass coming closer, As she looked up, she felt a wad of hay get stuffed in her mouth as the farm girl started feeding her like one of the horses. Hilda spat out the straw and tried to scrape the dry taste from her tongue as the sleeping farmer grabbed another wad from one of the nearby haystacks. Not wanting to continue the charade, Hilda took a step back out of her reach, having not learned her lesson from earlier that night. While she avoided the feed being stuffed in her gob, it found itself just about everywhere else as she fell backward into a haystack and got buried in the mountain of straw.

The itchy material covered her bare skin, tickling every inch of her body and even finding its way into places it shouldn't. Hilda twitched and shifted as she tried to crawl out of the haystack, which only served to push the hay deeper into her skin and... insides. The itching was relentless, but she couldn't find any handholds to grab to pull herself out, only more hay. Eventually, her hands found open air as they popped out of the stack, still flailing wildly for something to grab. While they didn't find anything out there, all of Hilda's rocking and swimming inside the stack had done something. The straw had been stacked in a very precise way so as to stay intact even with minimal bindings. Unfortunately, Hilda's intrusion had compromised the integrity of the stack, and it was on the verge of collapsing in on itself. Indeed, any further disturbance would destroy the entire stack.

On an unrelated note, Hilda began to feel a tickle under her nose. A piece of hay had found itself precariously placed under her left nostril, and it was brushing against her sensitive upper lip. With just a few jerking motions, Hilda reared back her head and let out the biggest sneeze she'd ever released, sending her itchy prison flying in every direction. When the cloud of straw settled on the ground, Hilda was sitting, still very naked, in the middle of the grass as a layer of straw dust gathered on her skin.

As Hilda brushed the dust and boogers from her nose, she remembered the farm girl and looked around the field for her. It seemed that while she was rolling in the hay, the nude sleepwalker had made her way halfway back to the house, just past the chicken coop. Wasting no time, Hilda clambered to her feet and ran to catch up with her.

Now, Savannah, the farmer, had suffered from stress-related sleepwalking patterns before, mostly caused by her workaholic nature. So, having gone a day without doing her normal farm work, thanks to her little intruders helping her out, she had felt on edge all day. That was likely the reason why, in her latest sleepwalking escapade, she'd gone through her normal daily routine of checking and feeding all of her animals. And also why, after all of that was done, she felt her eyes flutter open, and her mouth stretch out into a big yawn. As she raised her arms to the sky to loosen her joints, she looked around at the night air in mild confusion. She was still half-asleep, but she could have sworn she wasn't in her bed. Why was she outside her front porch?

"AAAAAHHHHH!" Hearing an odd cry from behind her, Savannah groggily turned around to see a large naked woman running towards her, seemingly losing control and trying to stop her momentum from sending her hurtling into Savannah. It seemed neither woman could stop the collision as Hilda slammed into the no-longer-sleeping farmer, and they fell into a naked heap on the ground. One thing was for sure: Savannah was awake now.