Reward Art: Danni Ditchwater (Patreon)

Some reward from last month from https://twitter.com/weakplacenta based on Danni Ditchwater, our horny hillbilly. Just your average boy-chasin', super strong, super tall dumbass country girl.  It came out a little cartoonier than I imagined, but I've got a bad mind's eye for art and the toony touch is just what she needed for all the classic southern slobs she was based on.

Her story's over at https://www.patreon.com/posts/77533051, though would be interested in revisiting her some more. 

“And that there’s the mudhole,” she explained, gesturing proudly at the empty patch of ground about an inch deep.

“Impressive. Is that where you keep the pigs then?”

“Naw! They figured out how to get outta there long time’go. I just use it fer fun.”

I didn’t have time to ask before she clapped me on the back. She pushed with the same gesture, sending me toppling over the fence I was leaning up against. I crashed through it and went head over heels into the mud, splashed up around me and sticking to my skin and clothes. Danni gave a goofy, chesty laugh at my confused spitting and thrashing as she stepped over and sat on part of the fence.

“What was that for!?” I sputtered as I pushed myself up to a sitting position.

“Thought you’d want a dip. Hard to imagine somebody who don’t like a good mud wrassle.”

Danni once again acted faster than I could think, since she didn’t seem like the type who thought at all in the first place. She braced her feet on the fence and jumped off, tackling me back into the mud as her body came splashing down on mine. My redneck cousin’s husky giggling was unimpeded while I struggled to escape. It was entirely fruitless between the slowing mud and the ridiculous strength of my cousin tossing me around like a gorilla with a ragdoll for a few minutes.

It was tough to even tell when I was upright. Her lifting me up by the underarms was finally a good hint as she got me in a full nelson. With her height advantage and my slouching posture, it had my head stuck between her muddy tits. They jiggled around me as her dopey laugh rang out, accented with a delighted snort.

“Pretty dern fun, huh?! I ain’t got ta wrestle anybody in a whiles now! All o’ the other boys got too old fer it or got whiny whenever I broke somethin’ o’ theirs.”