<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><channel><title>F2hucow on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/f2hucow/</link><description>Recent content in F2hucow on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Mon, 27 Feb 2023 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/tags/f2hucow/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Bovine Dreams</title><link>/stories/2023/02/27/bovine-dreams/</link><pubDate>Mon, 27 Feb 2023 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2023/02/27/bovine-dreams/</guid><description>&lt;h4 id="chapter-1-waking-up"&gt;Chapter 1.) Waking Up&lt;/h4&gt;
&lt;p&gt;E-14 woke up with a pounding headache, a demanding horny pulsing in her loins, and her entire body aching. Everything felt kind of weird and hazy, and she didn’t want to open her eyes just yet. Slowly stretching, she noticed a crackling sound and felt straw pinching against her belly and breast. But then she also noticed she couldn’t feel her arms nor remember… anything. Where was she? Who was she? She kind of felt like her name was “E-14”, but that wasn’t a real name, or was it? She tried to remember, but it was hard to concentrate.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>