Page 22 of Getting Down on the Farm: Vol. 1
"I've…oh! I've never ridden before," I gasped out, wrapping my arms around his shoulders and tucking my face into the nape of his neck to moan as he started to gallop.
"Don't worry, filly," he laughed, reaching back to pat my hair. "You're a natural."
PartTwo
HORN
Or; Three’s company, unless it’s three minotaurs, in which case it’s running a train on you in an old windmill
HORN
Ihuffed, staring resolutely ahead of myself even as the buckets in my hands splashed water against my thighs, the lukewarm water trickling down my bare legs into my work boots, turning my socks soggy. Tears pricked my already sore eyes and I squinted into the sun. The last thing I needed was more water dripping down me and I was notsad.
Definitely not.
Just…discouraged.
I sniffled and raised my chin, ignoring as the buckets thumped against my thighs again. There wasn't going to be any water left by the time I was done with my hike into the tulip fields. Maybe then I would let myself cry. Although salt water probably wasn't any good for flowers.
I ignored the burn of my arms in their sockets, the loss of feeling in my fingertips from carrying twenty pounds of water in each hand, and the trickle of tears sliding down my cheeks.
Dumb demons. Stupid centaurs. Rotten werewolves.
Moronic monsters, the lot of them.
I'd sighed and my breath rattled out as I glared through my watery vision.
Morose me.
I'd signed up for the Population Integration and Innovation Agricultural Initiative—also known as PIIAI which wasnotless of a mouthful—like a complete sap. I didn't care that the population of humans and monsters were dying out under dropping birth rates. Kids weresticky. I didn't care about the large plot of land, I liked being around other people, even if the city was smoggy.
No, I was the sorry, lonely woman who just wanted to findlove.
I should've known that if I struck out with my own species, it wasn't going to go much better with any others.
So no, my time on the farm had not been fruitful. Not unless you counted the day I'd spent picking bushels of strawberries. I'd gathered a whole wagonful of the fruit, gotten a sunburn for the ages on my back, and had been railed by slobbering werewolf on our lunch break. He'd said werewolf's couldn't resist a wriggling ass in a sundress. And then he told me he didn't think we'd make compatible mates.
Monsters weren't so different from men as it turned out.
I'd been bent over a hay bale by a rough and brawny centaur but he'd told me he wanted to keep exploring his options.
I'd been bitten by a vampire but then he'd told me I tastedstale.
I wanted to believe maybe the monsters who'd signed up with the initiative weren't here for the right reasons, except that four of the women who'd arrived the same week as me had already left blissfully happy with monstrous mates and a bowlegged stride, fucked into a delighted stupor.
I was getting fucked all right, but no sign of the blissfully happy part yet.
I wondered if the next vampire who bit me would tell me I was bitter.
I huffed as petals brushed against my calves and came to a stop, heaving the buckets down to the ground and reaching up with numb hands to wipe my cheeks. All around me I was surrounded by flowers, beautiful pink and purple tulips. The scene was idyllic, right down to the hokey little windmill at the edge of the field.
And the three very large and unexpected witnesses just yards away from me.
I stared back at the men. They had their own buckets, and each of them was holding a handful of tulips in one of their massive grips, and a pair of scissors in the other. They also had wide jaws, long snouts, dark eyes, and a pair of broad horns that curved up. One, huge and glossy black coat of fur covering his outrageously muscular chest, had a gold ring through his snout.
Minotaurs.
I cleared my throat and turned my stare away from them, my cheeks red as I tried to shake their figures out of my mind. Another of the trio had been a rich coppery brown, his coat longer, tantalizingly soft looking in my mind. The third had a dark head, black spots stretching and spilling down to pale skin, carved with muscle.
