movin' to @thesoftstallion .ᐟ.ᐟ

🌙 gonna be remakin' Raine on a new account. can't access the email for this ac' anymore and forgot password ;3; so fresh account in next hour, i'll refollow moots!

Raine is out for his morning run; tights up, crop-top on, mane tied back into a ponytail, tail secured in a bun. Nothing like breakin' a sweat to start his day.ᐟ

“Sugah’, you make eye contact like ya beggin’ me to misbehave. Don’t expect me ta stay innocent.”

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︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐— 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝖼𝗄'𝖺 𝗄𝗋𝗂𝗌𝗉𝗒 𝗄𝗋𝖾𝗆𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝗓𝖾𝗇 𝗈𝗇 𝗂𝗍 ⊹ ࣪ ˖ ︎︎ ︎︎ 𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗌𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗅𝗒 ︎︎ᶠᶸᶜᵏᵧₒᵤ ♡

“H-Hm? Oo-oh no sugah, a-ah’m fine!” For the love of god don’t touch me or I’ll fucking cum, I swear ah’m on a damn hairline trigger, just keep up small talk, that’s it. “B-buzzin’ sound?.. T-that’s just mah’ phone darlin’..”

Raine is looking a little shaky today; cheeks flushed, legs squirmy, making some downright horrendous noises in public.. He— may or may not have five vibrating egg-toys inside him and he’s trying not to surrender to the blissful onslaught his prostate is receiving right now..

“Goddamn piggy.. what the hell is instant ramen?!” He’s frankly shocked with how @LilMissPiggu lives. First week in her apartment and he’s decided he can’t stand her pot noodle diet—he rolled up his proverbial sleeves and has been working on a farmers feast with fresh groceries.

Raine lives for that grippy cunt-tug his flared nozzle creates when he’s finished pumpin’ his batter. Just a strong buck-back with his hips then POP! All that sloppy mustang seed just slops onto the floor like viscous, heavy cream.

Raine had a feeling the city would be too much for him, but he's slowly adjusting to the sound of traffic and the bright lights at night. It also doesn't hurt that he's got someone's head on his chest to calm his nerves in bed.

Raine zipped his duffel shut, slinging it over his shoulder as he took one last look at the small room he’d called home. The farm smelled like sun-warmed hay, dust, and memories. Mr. Pig waited on the porch, handing him an envelope. “This covers everything.” Raine nodded.

Raine didn’t respond, though once he had the invitation he was off, making the short drive through the night to the Warren Lisa had made her home. When he did arrive however he knew he had to be sneaky, if only because he didn’t want to wake the other bunnies in their cliffside

He couldn’t quite get to sleep.. sigh—he whipped out his phone and sent a text to his friend.. 📲 “Hey, mind if I come over? This hay is uncomfortable and honestly I could use my dick sucked right now—”

The stallion returned to the barn, throwing himself down on the bale of hay he’d made his bed for past few months. He gazed at the ceiling, the sound of clucking hens distracting his busy mind. Maybe some sleep would settle his mind..

Raine was finished for the day, setting down the tools and handing over the shed locker keys to Mr. Pig. He told the older pig he might be moving on soon, find another farm to work on, and that he might need a new farmhand to cover for his responsibilities.

Each heavy swing of the hoe sent a dull ache through his shoulders, but Raine hardly noticed. His mind was too tangled up in.. her— her words, her voice, the way she held onto him like she was afraid he’d slip away. His lips pressed into a firm line as he struck the earth again,

Raine is grumpily tilling soil, his lats and biceps burning as he raised the hoe in his arms aloft and cratered it into the ground, exposing the nutrient rich soil. His mind preoccupied as he continued the monotonous, laborious task.

Raine, but he says he only wants to sleep with you because he loves your genetics and wants to ensure they continue.