Page 31 of Getting Down on the Farm: Vol. 1
"Well, look at this sweet little berry, perfectly ripe for plucking," a voice far too rich to be anything but dangerous purred from behind me.
I closed my eyes and sighed. Of course. One ofthem.
Sure, the monsters had signed up with the Population Integration and Innovation Agricultural Initiative for the same reasons I had. The world was dying, all species were at a genetic standstill, and birth rates were dropping. Oh, and if you found someone of a different species to spend the rest of your life with, happily or otherwise, you'd get a nice freshly terraformed plot of land to do so on. Good land, land something would actuallygrowon, didn't come cheap. Anything more than a cramped studio apartment cost a fortune now that the world was ending.
And damnit, I wanted room for abathtub. No more washing stalls that offered the bare minimum of time and water. I wanted tosoak. And if I had to do a hard day's labor to get that tub, so be it. If I had to marry a monster too…well, that part didn't bother me so much, honestly. As long as it was one of the nice ones.
The air swirled behind me, warming up just enough to let me know whoever had caught me at my worst had moved just a little too close for comfort.
"I'm stuck," I said, and then realized that was obvious. "I just need help?—"
Massive hands grasped onto the cheeks of my ass and the words died on my tongue as the grip tightened, pricks of sharp pressure clueing me into claws digging into my flesh.
The monster growled softly, hands and claws helping themselves to a generous grope around my hips, but when he yanked me backwards I thought perhaps I was about to actually get the help I needed.
Instead, we both grunted as he ground a jean-clad crotch into my ass, his generous bulge perfectly tangible through the thin cotton of my panties.
Alright. That was enough, now. "Hey! Would you mind just—oof!"
I fell forward on my elbow, ducking my head hard to avoid a face full of briars as I was shoved forward again. A snick and hiss of branches snagged into my hair, all too eager to tangle me up further.
"Stop it, asshole, I want out of the bush!" I snapped.
The crotch pressed to my ass retreated momentarily, but I just froze, not fooled a second time. And when a wet-tipped, elongated object pressed into the crotch of my panties, my eyes widened on the dirt in front of my nose. A great huff of hot air soaked through cotton and I bit my moan off. That wasn't his cock, but his?—
He groaned into my barely covered pussy and my body shuddered in answer. Snout. That was a snout nuzzling into me. Which monsters had snouts?
Which monsters had?—
I squeaked as a massive wet tongue burrowed against my panties, slicking along the edges to the crease of skin at the other side, searching for its opening.
"St-stop?" I stuttered out, but my hair was being pulled by the thorns as I leaned back into that tongue.
Valerie, your ass iswigglinginto his mouth.
And when he pulled away, my voice strangled around my whimper.
"I just wanted help out of the bush," I whispered, more to myself, since it was fairly clear my not-remotely-a-rescuer wasn't going to listen.
"Oh, that's not all you want, berry. I cansmellwhat you want," he answered, and those gigantic hands made me jump as they came down sharply against my ass, heat blazing in the aftermath.
I opened my mouth to object, but his tongue wasn't the only thing that had made my panties wet, and there was no point arguing with a monster whose senses were almost always better than a human’s. Fine. He could smell me and my response to that growl and his big, strong hands and…snout. He was still an asshole.
"Part of me might want…that,but that doesn't mean all of me does, and I'd rather you went with a unanimous vote before going any further, bud."
I do not think the pushy monster's laugh is sexy, even if it does remind me of salted caramel for no understandable reason at all, I told myself.
"Then I suppose I better get to lobbying," he said.
I ought to have been surprised by the sudden shredding of fabric down the ass of my panties, but truth be told, I'd more or less accepted my fate the moment he'd helped himself to the ass grab. A lot of monsters were pretty direct about sex, and while I hadn't met any yet that had taken it for granted, I also was aware that most of us human volunteers were…accommodating.Ihad been fairly accommodating in my days so far.
I twisted, yelping, trying to get a good look at the monster who had hold of me. PIIAI had warned us that monsters' courting rituals weren't exactly civilized, in most cases, but they were meant to take “yes” foryesand “no” forno,and if anyone did otherwise, they'd be booted off the farm. It was no use, though – the moment I started to twist, I found a massive thorn waiting to gouge my eye, and my hair and dress and skin scratched and yanked in every direction.
And of the two options—scratched to bits in berry briars, or?—
"Ohhh," I sighed out as that lovely hot tongue soothed over the heated handprints he'd left on my ass. "OHH!"
Yessssss.
