Working in mamono farm has its benefits. Japan's gentlest cow farm had a reputation for being a man's heaven. There is a catch: The cows choose the workers: they are Holstauri, and some minotaur worker girls. And I finally got elected! Imagine the joy when I fly to japan when I received the email: "Congratulations! You have been elected to be: -1 Farmh...
Welcome to the Howling Woods Farm. Here all of the farm animals are anthropomorphic, in other words, furries. The owners are wolves. Husband, wife and son. The rest of the animals are varied in sizes, the smaller ones will be like rabbits and chickens that will be about 3-4' tall, were as horses will be about 6' and everything else in between. There might be...
After the two most recent gangbangs, Jordan at the farm, and Emma at my house, a few things changed between Jordan and I. Jordan hasn't been coming home much prior to this and has reduced her hours at work because in her words, she wanted 'to fuck more'. Recently, when Jordan does come home, shes seems more distant from me and really talks up how much fun s...
The family surrounds us. There is nothing to be done. Not a wholly true statement. But how could I do what needed to be done? It could have been done so long ago and might have even been successful. We might have lived. What would we have missed? Our life together. There were 21 children, not all survived, but we held them all for a time. We would have mis...
The following story has been edited from the original in order to comply with this website's guidelines. Note that only Part 1 has been edited. Please contact the author if you have any questions. *** CHAPTER 1 *** I was eight years old when my parents died. They had come to America just before I was born, eking out a living as hired farm hands in Califo...
This is a fictional story with all characters over eighteen and all rights reserved to the author. I looked up at the gray clouds rolling off to the Northeast, taking the light rain with them. The beginnings of sunshine could be seen in the rearview mirror of my car. You would have thought the change in the weather would have bright-ened my mood, even...
Authors note: This story is unlike most of the stories I write and is my entry in the "National Nude Day Event" -- It has been passed through three pairs of hands for proof reading (Thank you LaRascasse, Jason and Rusalka) so I hope any grammatical errors people can see come from my Australian Version of the English language rather than my bad typing. I hope...
Ch. 07 Bulls breeding a hucow After a few days living in a milking stall, Margaret worried that she might have been abandoned by Mathew, her boyfriend and master. He'd sent her for hucow training which she agreed to because he was her master, and had to be obeyed. As soon as she got to the farm, she was attached to a milking machine, which meant she couldn...
He was an incredibly strong man. She watched him chop wood in the mornings while she drank her tea. The sharp shocks of contact between the axe and the wood created a rhythm that she found soothing. His arms were lean and subtly muscled, but when he chopped wood, his muscles rippled gently with every movement. She had only been here for a month, but she alr...
This segment of a previous writing is included because it ties this story and the previous story, Finding Travis, together. ... From the final chapter of "Finding Travis". Christmas Day - Bridgeport Connecticut ... During the flight north and at the hotel Katie had booked for him, Travis had lots to think about. He hated leaving but as the sentiments at l...