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It’s a grim cold windy night, wow sounds like her next song, her next song for that dunce.
The wind helped cool the grueling heat that had erupted for the past two weeks.
The grim grey sky helped keep the night alight, the evening drawing near but no need for the country light to shine just yet.
It’s gave the whole rodeo a purring pause, the night life fun was eager to spur at any moment.
Catra was hauling away the last burly bull back into its stall, it hrrmpd along thinking its showboating would get it extra feed for the night.
“Get yur bucking ass amovin you twerp, you ain't gettin nothin if ya don't get yur ass in yur crib.”
Finally locking the beast away, Catra had a moment to catch her breath and take in the night’s scenery, a steady hum filled the air.
Its gonna rain soon, damn that meant wet ass animal stank and swamp ass, hot ass humidity would soon follow those harsh rains.
But it also allowed indoor activities a plenty to spend with Adora, no doubt she'd want to plan out the next set of grueling chores needed to be done at the stable.
Hopefully she could convince her to chillax for a bit and just take it easy for a while.
They both had one more big rodeo show to perform on the next coming weeks, as Fall would soon turn to Winter.
Both seasons were her favorite, the bitter cold allowed her to snuggle up to Adora multiple times, without having to die from the heat exhaustion due to the close body contact.
All very dramatic, but hey when yur girlfriend is that smoking hot, ya gotta entertain her, she loves her being this way.
Both practicing indulging in each other’s personal selfish needs, wanting more and more, taking anything the other would offer.
Ok, step back, sheesh dramatic ass.
The barn had a major studio set off to the left, made for parties and extravaganzas that were held a plenty on this countryside.
Tonight's celebration was for Adora winning another extravagant horse trick showcase, a growing title list that both girls were proud of.
Catra had her own tale of award-winning performances for her bull riding skills, thanks to her skill at taming wild raging beasts.
Catra held a strong sturdy grip and Adora had a soft touching grasp, both beholden tighter, nothing would break them apart.
Competition season now came to a standstill, everyone able to take a break and cruise on into the winter season.
Finally with the door latched shut, the beast was put away and Catra could finally enjoy her evening.
She strode outta the "Bull Balls" barn, a funny nickname, you get it if you get it.
Anyways strolling along she inspected her outfit in one of the many mirrors they had around for showboating, she wore high strung dark brown cowboy boots with silver spurs and little tassels on the back, her tight dark navy denim jeans which had a few cuts across the thighs here and there, flannel with a mish mash of purple and red color accents, and her own signature designed deep dark marron cowboy hat it held a velvety texture brim and had silk lining on the inside.
All incredibly goth chic, but hey she's gotta showboat and flaunt her style if she wants to outperform the other loser ass contestants, she was gonna face off in the winter competition.
Always gotta show up any posers, her and Adora both love the energy of competing against each other and other rodeo runts, the thrill baby.
Ugh, get a grip, so dramatic.
Anyways walking up the outdoor bar that was apart the parlor, its able the host either indoor or outdoor events, she waited for her horse girl obsessed other half.
Spinerlla was the parlors bar tender, she could "spin" a mean horse cocktail, yes every joke and innuendo intended, blame her partner Netossa for those, hah a classic.
"Yo Spins, how are you feeling, prepared for tonight's bonanza?"
“Oh hey, yeah got all drinks and kegs prepped and stocked, food catering is here and setting up inside across the back.”
Catra looked back to see who was working tonight’s gig.
Bow was working on the stage setup, with Entrapta helping with the music system and deck speakers, and Perfuma the last of the trio coordinating the decorations for the event.
Catra looked across and saw that Scorpia had been roped in and was assisting Perfuma with all the heavy lifting tasks that needed to be done, wow another showboater.
Catra saw the blush on Perfuma's face as she stared at Scorpia's muscle bulge at her lifting a piece of equipment, wow so many cliches here.
Oh, who is she shittin, she’s dating a fuckin horse girl for fucks sake.
"Cool, hit me with a dirty blonde, and have you seen my sexy blonde?"
"Sure hun, and no me thinks she still tending to Swifty, you know one drama queen to another, making sure he's ready for the show coming up."
Catra snickers, "Yeah yeah, thank you."
Leaning on the counter, she gazed out towards the arena, tonight was gonna be fun.
With a clink, "Here ya go hun."
"Thanks."
Taking a sip, she turned back towards the stage, a mini light show was being held, “testing the systems,” Catra heard Entrapta yell out.
Then she felt floorboards beneath her feet rumble as heavy footsteps beat against the floor, followed by clinking tinks.
"Well, howdy there pretty miss, what’s a beauty like you here doin all by yur lonesome".
With a blush masked with an eye roll, “Wow, really handsome, thinkin you can sweet talk me with those words."
Smirking, not phased at all, Adora strolled on up and settled right next to Catra bumping her hip.
“Wow, come all the way over here to bowl me over, and I thought I was the rowdy one!"
“Oh stop, you fussy thing you", Adora lulled out.
Catra looped a finger into Adora's belt loop and tugged her between her legs to snuggle up.
Now facing each other, “Well lookee here, look who I roped in."
“Like, wow, really? Yur insufferable,” She spoke lovingly.
She cackled and snuggled into her collar, inhaling her scent, sweat and hay, an earthy scent that smelled great coming from Adora.
Catra hums into a pur, slowly starting to unwind for a bit, relaxed in a loving embrace.