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He nestled right into my chest, rubbing his cheek against me. He was quiet for a moment, but I could hear his thoughts because his mind was never quiet. I waited him out as he processed them to ask his next questions.

“So you said your home? Do you have a house in your old town? You won’t want to go back there, will you?”

“Actually, I own a farm, with lots of land, which has a big house on it. It was my family's before they died.”

“Oh, I’m sorry.”

I rubbed my chin against his hair, running a soothing hand up the silky skin of his back. “It’s fine, it was a long time ago. Mom died first and then Dad. He kind of pined away for her. I found a new family with Apollo, Leonidis, Burke, Randy, Drew, and Gordon.”

He sighed and snuggled closer. “Would you go back?”

The uncertainty was there, so I kissed his head. “Nope, you said you can’t be anywhere but here. Why would I leave you? You’re my stalk.”

His head came up so fast he nearly knocked my teeth out as it connected with my mouth. “Ouch,” I complained, tasting blood as I swallowed.

“I was always told I was hardheaded, I suppose they’re right.” He tugged my head down and kissed me gently. “How can I make it up to you?”

My cock perked up as he wiggled his butt against my groin. “Well…” I projected an image of his cock in my mouth and got a groan before he slid off me. Then, much to my amusement, he put his hands on my shoulders, placed one foot on my thigh and heaved himself up, wobbling on me as he towered over me, placing his other foot on my other thigh.

His cock bobbed in front of my face as I glanced up at the giggling stalk. “Your wish is my command, oh rhubarb king.”

I came forward and sucked his cock to the back of my throat, swallowing to clasp the head tight. He groaned, wobbled, and clutched tightly to my shoulders. “That’s it, hit my rhubarb one more time.”

He was too funny, and my laughter vibrated up the length of his shaft and custard cum hit the back of my throat a second later. He shuddered, his legs trembling while his hips jerked.

“Fastest rhubarb in the west,” he decreed breathlessly as his cock slipped out of my mouth and he landed in a heap of arms and legs splayed over my lap as I caught him before he tumbled to the floor.

“You might be the fastest,” I said, licking my lips. “But you sure are the tastiest.”

He beamed at me. “You sure do say the nicest things to a stalk.”

Chapter Sixteen

Tim

In my rhubarb form, I sat propped up on Crimson’s counter, catching up with the town gossip. I’d left Maximus to deal with his raging bull while I went on the hunt for Ricky, but Crimson had waved me in for a chat.

I feel kinda guilty for the way I switched from being your stalk to a part of Maximus’s pride without passing go.

She waved her hand dismissively. “My stalk has grown up. I’m used to it. You don’t know how many stalks I’ve seen mate, and leave my bunch. It’s a rite of passage, Twirlie. I’m used to it by now. But it’s time you introduced Maximus to your mom. She’s going to be upset she missed all the excitement.”

I looked at her glistening eyes and the way she couldn’t meet my gaze, realizing she wasn’t anywhere near as laid back as she was trying to make out.

I wriggled over to her and nuzzled her hand. I’m not going anywhere. The pride is just bedding down to join us. It’s the first time they’ve found somewhere that accepts them for who they are.

Crimson gave a non-committal hum. I waved my fuzzy hairs at her because I knew that hum and I didn’t like it. I shifted because if we were going to have a hard conversation; I wanted it face-to-face. My clothes were under the counter, and I dressed quickly, pulling the t-shirt over my head.

But just as I was ready to question her stalk-to-stalk, the door of the store opened and Ricky came in, leading Bart, who shuffled behind him. Ricky looked worriedly at Bart, who was stringy but always smiling, and looked sort of out of it.

“What’s wrong?” I said to Ricky.

“I found him wandering down the road, mumbling to himself. He kept talking about the pan. I thought Crimson could help.”

“What’s wrong, Bart?” Crimson asked.

Concerned, I rushed over to him, taking his hands in mine. “Are you alright? Are you hurt?”

He blinked, as if he hadn’t expected me to be there, and I realized I was stabbing my size sevens over my former alpha.