She Thinks Your Tractor's Sexy

Outside of the pack a day after Jupiter's little party, Ashmedai awoke, head pounding and world swirling. The night before was a wish-wash of blurred moments and half-remembered fuckery. He groaned to himself and went to roll over when he instead was met with a facefull of plush, peachy fur. He pulled back a little instinctively, then, realizing it must have been a lover from the night previous, snuggled in closer, "Tell me whatever we did was worth this hangover," he mumbled groggily into her fur.

Then her scent hit him and his memories came back. She was the kissy girl from the party. Ash had talked a big game and led her off for some less-than-innocent fun when he found out that the amount he consumed far surpassed his libido and not only could he not get himself ready for said big game, but he spend a good portion of the evening (morning?) throwing up.

So wait... Ashmedai pulled back, looking around. They were... near The Range? Oh. OH. Ashmedai pulled himself to his feet, feeling a dry heave catch in his abdomen, but swallowing it down. He promised to make it up to her. For leading her away from the party. He acted like that was the plan all along; She was so impressed with Ash and Jupiter that he decided he ought to let her experience the head of their lineage- Valentine. "Oh fuck, I- uh- promised to take you to the ORIGINAL stud, didn't I?" He knew the answer before she had any time to respond.

Now where was that old fart? Probably by his tractor. Ashmedai crossed into the path, motioning for the girl to follow. "Don't worry, it was Tyrian's first party, he's not gonna be in any state to track you down and I'll talk to him before he gets the chance to think about it." Ashmedai walked with her- what WAS her name- to the tractor and then called out, "Dad? Valentine? It's Ash- I brought you a surprise."