Ride 'Em Cowgirl

Darrell kicked the dirt as he cussed under his breath. "Another week, and not one of them damn cows is pregnant." He sighed, looking up at the cloudless sky. "I wish I had a stud here that knew what the fuck to do with a cow and could--ahh, fuck me!!"

In his distracted state, Darrell had managed to step in a fresh cow pie, getting it all over one of his good boots. He'd barely turned back towards the hose when a tremendous thunderclap boomed overhead. It was so loud that his eyes blurred and he nearly lost his balance.

Saddle Up

We'd established a simple set of rules. While you were transformed, you had to perform any command from the rest of the group for one hour. It was supposed to be in good fun, but after a cooler full of beer in the middle of the woods, things get a little weird.