Futanari Farm Novels & Stories

Hades reached for the harness hanging from the bridge with a shaking paw. Doll did not know what the harness was used for. From what little Doll had told him about his past, the no-fur was one of the lucky, sheltered ones who were raised on a non-government farm and sold on the private market. It was probably because of his rare talent with flowers. Some rich families kept stables of no-furs with various skills and not always for sexual use.

A Journey Begins on George's Sugarcane Farm as Friends Unite for an A****n Adventure . The atmosphere at the landing strip at George's vast sugarcane farm buzzed with a sense of collective anticipation as if the very surroundings were echoing the excitement of the group assembled there. The atmosphere at George's place was one of palpable excitement. The sky, now adorned with hues of orange and pink as the sun began its descent, reflected the collective anticipation of the group gathered on the sprawling farm. The sun, a glowing orb in the sky, slowly dipped beneath the horizon, casting a warm, golden hue over the landscape.

She breathed out as she glimpsed the glow on the map. Their ears- the other occupants in the room- perked up as soon as she said it. “Juleswitch,” Maya muttered circling the location that was now glowing yellow. “Jensen!" Ellen growled. “You know there?” Sparkles implored. Ellen nodded and grimaced. “It's a large infirmary owned by the devil himself, and it's inside the woods of East Vale. It's more like a slaughterhouse and that is where he often creates his armies.”

I gave him a small smile first before I returned my gaze to the surroundings. I just enjoyed the fresh air while Sir Franco started driving the golf cart. I was really amazed at the whole view of the farm. This farm is twice the size of our school. I saw a lot of crops just like corn, pineapple, rice, potatoes, carrots, cabbage, and many more. And they also have so many banana and mango trees here. There are also nipa houses here that I think are the resting area of the workers. Everywhere I looked, I could see healthy plants and healthy trees here.

He tried for light, but his eyes were on mine now, waiting. “Yes, my mate,” I answered flatly, and watched the color shift in his face from mischief to a different gravity. “The doctor said her blood—” I paused then glanced down the hall. “She’s Lunaris,” I finished for me, the word slipping out like a curse. The kitchen seemed to lean in. Rian’s grin vanished entirely. He set the files he carried on the table as if they had weight. “Shit,” he said softly. “You know what that means if word gets out.”

My muscles contracted to hold that woman's soft and warm body firmly, and her nails slid down my arms when I turned around and walked back to bed. As I didn't feel at all interested in stopping kissing her, I sat on the bed "getting a little more on the tip so that she wouldn't hit her head on the top bunk bed", and allowed myself to kiss that woman as if we had become a young and carefree couple. I shrunk a little when I remembered what my life had been like when I was young, on that terrible farm, but when Maria's hands went to the back of my neck and squeezed lightly, I returned to the present and to the moment when that life of hunger and fear were distant.

the woman grins, looking down the table. They all have broad smiles on, and they look ridiculously happy. Sonya is scowling at the happiness. She really isn't in a good mood after the hearing. "Okay," Avery mumbles, and Roman nods with her, raising his eyebrows as they look at the table. "We've discovered that Unfortunates can have mates!" The woman grins, clapping her hands. "Excuse me?" Avery and Roman ask at the same time, glancing at each other with matching expressions of confusion.

“Too clear. Like a trap waiting to spring.” Farmland stretched as far as their enchanted eyes could see. Crops swayed softly in the wind. Chickens strutted freely, cows grazed lazily, a rooster crowed proudly from atop a wooden fence. Pigs wallowed in the mud while a pair of horses trotted playfully near a fenced boundary. Off in the distance, a still pond reflected the darkening sky, flanked by ducks and geese floating serenely. “This place looks like a postcard from Earth,” ReNew said, her voice laced with suspicion. “No Realm architecture. No energy walls. No floating crystal tech. Just… dirt and livestock. Who in the Realm keeps a functioning Earth-style farm?”

The adult livestock lowed loudly, agitated by hunger and the overwhelming spiritual energy saturating the environment. The entire farm was spiraling into accelerated overproduction. A lazy voice suddenly drifted down from above. “Well, well… look who finally showed up to her own kingdom.” I looked up sharply. Nebula lounged comfortably atop a massive hyper-matured apple tree, his sleek black tail flicking lazily while emerald eyes glittered with malicious amusement. The tree itself had mutated absurdly under the accelerated growth cycle, its branches overflowing with enormous crimson apples glowing faintly with spiritual vitality.

( A CHANCE FOR LOVE) CÉSAR The trip to Zattani farm was quick, despite the closed signs we took along the way, the travel hours were reduced enough for us to arrive in time for lunch. The little one sleeps in the backseat, sitting in the car seat that his mother took out of the car when she accepted my ride, Aurora makes an effort to ignore my presence, but taking into account that we have just crossed the fence that protects her brother-in-law's farm and still we're alive, I think I deserve some points.