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First Edition (3/26/24)
After putting up with city life for far too long, you decide to leave everything behind to live in the country with a horny cow girl
1.6k words, Greentext, M/F, Human Male on Monster Girl, Ox / Cow Girl, Male POV, Muscular Female, Slice Of Life, No Sex
[First Edition](https://desuarchive.org/trash/thread/64291061/#64356658) (3/26/24)
**Inspired by:** [>>>/trash/64352298](https://desuarchive.org/trash/thread/64291061/#64352298)
**Written for:** [>>>/trash/wheyfur](https://4chan.org/trash/wheyfur) #5
>light seeps into your blank vision
>you turn subconsciously
>trying to find comfortable darkness again
>no luck
>clenching your eyelids shuts out some of the light
>but it's too late
>the brightness has done its job
>and now you're awake
>not that there's a problem needing to get up now
>you left the curtain open deliberately the night before
>just to get up as the sun rose
>part of you still can’t help but feel betrayed
>as you open your eyes to your cozy new room
>and a gorgeous landscape outside
>taking its time to slowly wake up with you
>the sooner you get up the sooner you'll be back out there
>there's a lot of work ahead
>just like yesterday
>but it's the real honest kind
>the kind that makes you feel proud when laying down the tools at the end of a long day
>the kind that gives you satisfaction you couldn't find from a dreary desk job in the big smoke
>you throw back the covers and slide out of bed
>only for your muscles and joints to complain a little from yesterday's toil
>a reminder it's the kind of work that expects someone a little more fit than you are
>you're not complaining though
>it's what you're here for
>a little blood
>a little sweat
>all part of a rancher's daily life
>get used to it, cowboy
>the folks out here were apparently getting pretty desperate for farmhands
>by some miracle their message seemed to be getting through
>politicians would talk about it
>news stories got published about it
>even the people around you would think out aloud about it
>kind of a hard topic to ignore with all the hubbub
>with good reason too
>groceries were going up in price
>fresh produce would sell out shortly after restocking
>niche products just weren't on the shelves anymore
>and nasty artificial or low quality or laboratory grown alternatives started making up the difference
>with how soul draining your industrialized life had gotten
>you had began to wonder if this was on purpose
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>that was until you dropped by the farmers market one weekend
>all the stand owners were eagerly chattering away to intrigued customers
>some of it casual
>a lot of it still spruiking their goods of course
>where they're grown
>how they're made
>lovely stuff made by lovely people
>and those people themselves were just as eclectic as what they were selling
>this was the largest gathering of anthros, monster humanoids, hereditary monsters and enlightened ferals you'd ever seen in person
>after picking up a few things yourself
>and bantering with several folk
>you'd stopped to take a closer look at one of the many HELP WANTED signs propped up around the marquees
>POSITION: FARMHAND
>PERMANENT BASIS
>WORK WITH MACHINERY, ANIMALS, CROPS
>ON-SITE TRAINING COVERED
>GENEROUS WAGE
>COMPENSATION FOR LONG HOURS
>FOOD AND ACCOMODATION INCLUDED
>JOINT OWNERSHIP OPPORTUNITY
>LAND AND PROPERTY OFFER
>"tempted there fella?"
>you'd jumped back to compensate for your lapsed awareness
>the ad managed to spark your imagination to dream what life might be like out of the hustle and bustle
>but back in reality you were now staring up at a jacked, beaming holstaur monstergirl
>incredible horns
>elegant tail
>absolutely MASSIVE ---
>"i can tell you much more than what's on the sign"
>if you spent much longer staying idle the situation would start getting awkward
yeah um
how are you giving so much away for the job?
>"oh, dear!"
>"have you not heard how high demand is for fresh, local farm items?"
it’s this crazy?!
>"of course!"
>"we can't dig everything out of the ground quick enough!"
>"no-one seems humble enough to want to do the work"
"sure, it is hard labor but ... "
right
and what's an average day or ...
>you'd briefly stopped to remind yourself that farms have a broader scope than your current pencil pushing slog
... season look like?
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>she went back and forth with you about the work you'd do together
>what her plans are
>how there was no way she could keep it all up on her own
>and was open about the less glamorous parts
>her tone was so hopeful
>making it all sound so alluring ...
>after an informative discussion
>it was time you were going to ask the dry, accounting question
what does "generous wage" mean?
>with a nod and a self assured smile she reached into her back pocket
>out comes a folded piece of paper that she handed to you
>after unfolding it you saw it was a short contract
>concise and to the point
>no fine print to catch you
>and a damn nice figure that made your eyes dilate when you read it
>"think about it champ!"
>"i've got to pack up and get back"
>"can't believe how quickly everything sold through today!"
>"so much to do ... "
>you remember looking at her
>and back to the contract
>and again back to her
>for the first time in a long while someone seemed like they saw something in you
>that you could impress somebody
>that there was a life beyond your banal routine
uh
do you have something i can write with?
>she spins around and gasps
>"wait .. !"
>"don't tell me you already ... "
>you nervously laugh and smile
>meeting her eyes directly
>she fumbled brushing a pencil sitting beside her cash tray over the table to you
>there was a moment you looked away so you could sign your name in the right place
>then another, unexpected moment where you were pulled off your feet
>"thankyouthankyouthankyouthankyouTHANKYOU~!"
>she'd broken into spinning and jumping for joy
>hugging you right against her powerful body
>and riiight into her incredible breasts!
>you'd tried to reciprocate as best you could
>from a rather restrained position
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>a moment of humility brought her, and you, back down to earth
>"haha~ .. "
>"when can you start ... ?"
>your mind had wandered back to the remnant of your old life
>the shitty rental house
>its unusable furnishings
>that asshole boss
>and excruciating office
>you couldn't bear another day of it!
if i can pick up my stuff and make some calls ...
... now!
>she postured up
>looking into the sky
>hands lightly pressing together
>bearing an angelic look of bliss from her great fortune
>then returned back to you with a warm smile
>"you can start right now by helping me pack the rest of this up into the truck"
yes ma'am!
>there's a brief hesitation from her
>followed by an ever so sly smile
>"oh don't call me something so silly"
>a little giggle escapes her involuntarily
>"call me Oxchan!"
>you shook yourself back to the present
>it was amazing that was all yesterday
>but you really needed to get started with today!
>what a shame you were never really a morning person
>with a second attempt at standing your body co-operated without the earlier objection
>now was time for the most important meal of the day
>coffee
>it was more than enough to motivate you into fresh work overalls Oxchan acquired from one of the other locals
>you stroll into the kitchen of the spacious, double-story, vintage style farmhouse
>the whole place was impressive and charming
>pure rustic beauty
>but you couldn't truly appreciate it if you were all groggy
>in the pantry you would find your salvation
>fresh, local coffee beans
>you absolutely had to try them
>taking them out you find the kettle waiting on the stove and light it up
>beside it on the countertop is a quant hand-cranked coffee grinder
>for a coffee lover like yourself you were overdue to try grinding your own beans
>take her apart
>fill her up
>and work those muscles!
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>actually you think
>where is Oxchan?
>there's no way she's still in bed
>you prick your ears a little and confirm she's certainly not dozing upstairs
>the distinct clink of a cowbell rings in from somewhere outside
>a cowbell Oxchan wore around her neck
>it seemed joke at first
>but Oxchan rationalized it
>saying the animals liked the sound as she worked with them throughout the day
>hehe alright sure
>she's kinda cute wearing it
>the ringing of the cowbell gets closer
>the kettle begins to whistle
>and your beans are ground down nice and fine
>you spot a french press style coffee pot
>gently pour the coffee grounds and hot water in together
>it smells absolutely divine
>creaking of the farmhouse's screen door at the back sounds out as you grab two mugs out of the cupboard
>"morning Anon~!"
>Oxchan's voice rings through the halls as she approaches you
hi Oxchan!
i'm in the kitchen
i made us coffee!
>"aww!"
>"what a sweetie!"
>you can't help but blush a little
>uh
>how about focus on the coffee's final step!
>push down on the top of the french press
>and pour two cups
>"hey quick question"
>she asks as you turn around
>mugs in hand
>to the most shocking sight of your life
>there Oxchan is
>giving you the most bashful guilty smile
>with her amazing tits presented in the shining morning light
>covered with the skimpiest golden bikini
>all just for you
>yeah NOW you're fully awake ... !
>your eyes visibly dart down,
>then back quickly back up
>oh how incredibly self-incriminating!
>Oxchan takes a playful step towards you
>"do you like your coffee ... "
>" ... with milk?"