[#] Welcome to this one-shot of Farm 'Good' girl... ps: It's smut.
[#] Dazrig made the image that inspired this story.
[#] This is a standalone story, so you can enjoy it without reading anything beforehand. However, it's set in the same world as my other story, Anthrostate VS Isekai Hero.
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Perched on the rooftop of her family's farmhouse, Liora Fernpaw gazes at the first light of dawn streaking across the sky.This is her favorite time of day, before the rooster's call shatters the silence.
Her bushy tail, curled with a white tip, flicked gently behind her. Light brown fur, punctuated with white markings on her chest and muzzle, ruffled in the breeze. Striking blue eyes scan the horizon, taking in the vibrant hues as the sun begins its ascent. Her floppy ears, covered in the same light brown fur, twitches at the faint rustling of leaves.
Liora's red flannel shirt, partially unbuttoned, revealed a hint of cleavage. Tight-fitting, dark blue jeans emphasized her wide hips and thighs. A black baseball cap, adorned with a white "C" logo, sat atop her head, casting a shadow over her eyes.
"Another beautiful morning on the farm," she murmured, a soft sigh escaping her lips. Her voice helds the same warmth as the rising sun.
There is a quiet contentment in her solitude, a peace that came from watching the world wake without the rumbling noise of the city.
She stretches, her muscles flexing beneath her fur. Young and strong, Liora embodies the vitality of a canine anthro. Her thoughts drift to the day ahead and the chores that await her on the farm. But for now, she savors the quiet.
"Liora!" A voice calls from below, breaking her reverie. She glances down to see her mother, an older dog anthro with graying fur, standing at the base of the ladder.
"Morning, Ma," Liora replies, her tail wagging slightly.
"You're up early again," her mother notes, a hint of concern in her voice.
"Just enjoying the view," Liora says, her eyes returning to the horizon.
Her mother nods, understanding.
"Breakfast will be ready soon. Don't stay up there too long."
"I won't," Liora promises, her ears perking up at the mention of food.
As her mother walks away, Liora turns her head back to the sunrise. The solitude makes her think about the other Anthros her age, many of whom are already paired off with human men. But Liora doesn't let it bother her. She has her mother, her farm, and these quiet mornings.
"For now, it's enough," she mutters happily.
She takes a deep breath, filling her lungs with the crisp morning air. But the peaceful sounds of nature are soon disrupted by the low rumble of an engine echoing through the quiet. Liora's ears twitch, picking up the distinct growl of a vehicle approaching.
Her gaze shifts to the long, winding dirt road that leads to her family's farm. In the distance, a billowing cloud of dust rises, something large and heavy is coming. The morning sun continues its ascent, casting a golden glow across the land, and illuminating something on the road that grabs her attention.
An old Ford pickup, from an era when things were built to last, rumbles down the path. The truck is a beast of faded blue metal and chipped paint, its body scarred with dents and scratches that tell a thousand stories. But it's not the truck that makes Liora's heart leap. It's the driver.
Her tail thumps against the rooftop, wagging in excited recognition. Her body trembles, muscles coiling with barely contained energy. A soft whine escapes her lips.
"Big bro," she whispers, her voice barely audible.
Liora scrambles down the roof, her claws scraping against the shingles. Worried her mother's shout from inside the house goes unheeded.
"Liora! Be careful!"
But caution is the last thing on Liora's mind. She hits the ground running, her bushy tail streaming behind her. The pickup rolls to a stop, and the driver's side door creaks open.
Her older brother, Elias, barely has time to set one foot on the ground before Liora pounces, tackling him with enough force to send them both crashing into the dirt.
"Whoa!" her brother yelps as he hits the ground.
Her tail wags furiously as she licks his face, her tongue lapping from chin to forehead.
"Big bro! You're back," she yips between licks, her voice filled with joy.
Elias laughs, trying to fend off her enthusiastic greeting.
"Liora, stop!" he manages between bursts of laughter.
She pauses, but her tail keeps thumping against the ground.
Liora pulls back, her ears perked forward in curiosity.
"You said you'd be gone another two weeks for school. Why'd you come back early?"
Elias grins, ruffling her fur.
"Well, little sis, I-." he begins, but a new voice cuts him off.
A deep masculine voice smooth as honey and just as sweet.
"You didn't tell me you had such a cute girlfriend waiting for you at home, Elias."
Liora freezes. Her ears flatten against her skull, and her tail goes still. Slowly, she turns her head to see a human man leaning against the pickup, a smirk playing on his lips. He's dressed in a casual button-down shirt and jeans, his dark hair tousled from the drive. His eyes, a warm brown, sparkle with amusement.
Her cheeks flush, visible even beneath her fur. She stammers,
"I-I'm not his g-girlfriend," she stammers, trying to explain.
She lowers her gaze, suddenly aware of how her display of affection must have looked. Her body language shifts, shyness replacing the exuberant welcome.
Elias chuckles, climbing to his feet.
"Don't tease her too much, Chris. She's my little sister."
He turns to Liora, a reassuring smile on his face.
"Liora, this is Christopher Thorne. He's my roommate and helped me finish my projects so I could come home early."
He gestures to Christopher, who nods in greeting.
"Chris didn't have any plans for the summer break, so I invited him to spend it with us on the farm."
Liora listens, her eyes fixed on Christopher. She nods, understanding, but says nothing. Her cheeks flush a deeper red, and her tail wags softly, betraying her smitten expression.
Elias chuckles, looking at Liora, who's still pinning him to the ground.
"As much as I appreciate the welcome, little sis, I'd like to get up sometime today."
Liora's ears perk up, and she yips softly, realizing she's still on top of him.
"S-sorry, Big Bro," she stammers, scrambling off him.
She steps back, her tail wagging nervously as she steals another glance at Christopher.
Elias climbs to his feet, brushing dirt from his jeans. He looks between Liora and Christopher, a knowing smile playing on his lips.
"Chris, this is Liora, my little sister. She can be a bit... enthusiastic."
Christopher laughs, a warm sound that makes Liora's ears twitch.
"I can see that. Nice to meet you, Liora."
He extends a hand towards her, but Liora just stares at it, her eyes wide. She's never had a human man offer to shake her hand before. Elias nudges her gently.
"Liora," he chides softly in a whisper. "Don't be rude."
She jumps, her both paws quickly engulfing Christopher's hand.
"N-nice to meet you too, Christopher," she manages, her voice barely above a whisper.
Christopher's hand is warm and firm, and he shakes hers with a gentle squeeze.
"Please, call me Chris. All my friends do."
Liora nods, her throat suddenly dry.
"Ok… Chris," she repeats, testing the name on her tongue.
Liora casts her gaze downward, eyes shifting from Chris as her mother's voice rings out, calling for Elias to come embrace her.
The older dog stands on the porch, tail wagging, her graying fur ruffling in the breeze. Elias jogs over, wrapping his arms around her in a warm hug.
When Liora looks up again, she notices Chris hoisting several bags from the truck bed, his muscles flexing. He slings a large duffel over his shoulder, then bends to grab two more bags, his arms wrapping around them with effortless strength.
"Let me h-help you with that," Liora stammers, stepping forward. Her offer is genuine, but her voice lacks conviction.
Usually, Anthros would handle the heavy lifting for humans, but Chris doesn't seem to need any help.
He glances at her, flashing a smile that makes her heart flutter.
"Thanks, but I've got it," he says, shaking his head.
Liora watches, a mix of admiration and discomfort swirling within her.
'He's so strong and tall,' she thinks, her tail wagging softly, betraying her nervous energy. 'Calm down, Liora. He's not that handsome.'
Chris carries the bags towards the house, his stride confident. Liora's eyes widen as she takes in his appearance. Even in loose-fitting clothes, she can tell his body is well-muscled.
'Oh no he's hot!' She shouts mentally.
She remembers the warmth of his handshake, the gentle squeeze of his fingers. Her face flushes, fur growing hot. She shakes her head, trying to dispel the thoughts.
Chris pauses at the porch steps, turning to look at her.
"You coming, Liora?" he asks, a playful smirk on his lips.
She jumps, startled from her thoughts.
"Y-yes," she manages, bounding after him.
***
Inside the house, the rich aroma of freshly brewed coffee and sizzling bacon fills the air. The kitchen feels warm and inviting, sunlight streaming through the open window and casting a golden glow across the worn wooden table where the four sit together.
Liora' mother places a heaping platter of pancakes on the table, then turns to Chris, her eyes curious.
"Elias tells me you're studying engineering, Chris," she says, pouring him a cup of coffee.
Chris nods, a smile tugging at his lips.
"Yes, ma'am. I'm focusing on agricultural engineering. I hope to help farmers like you improve their operations," he says, taking the mug from her.
Elias' mother waves a dismissive hand.
"Oh, none of that 'ma'am' business. Call me Ma. Everyone does."
Chris raises an eyebrow, a playful smirk on his face.
"But isn't that a bit too informal?" he asks, leaning back in his chair.
Ma chuckles with a knowing smile, glancing at Liora as she drinks a glass of milk.
"Something tells me you'd better get used to it," she says, winking at her daughter.
"Puuuuuf!" Milk sprays from Liora's mouth and nose, her eyes wide in surprise.
"What the heck, Liora?" Elias complains.
She coughs, choking on her words, her face flushed with embarrassment. Her tail, once curled calmly around the chair leg, now stands on end, stiff as a brush.
"Ma!" she splutters, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.
Chris leans forward, his hand resting gently on her back. He pats her softly, his brow furrowed in concern.
"You alright, Liora?" he asks, his voice warm with genuine worry.
Liora nods, her coughs subsiding, but in her blue eyes, a turmoil of emotions rages on. She steals a glance at Chris, her ears flattening against her head.
Ma grins, her eyes crinkling at the corners as she watches the pair.
"You're a good kid, Chris," she says, nodding approvingly. "Liora could use more people like you in her life."
Liora's eyes widen, her mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water.
"Ma!" she exclaims again, her voice a high-pitched whine. She sinks lower in her seat, her flannel shirt riding up, revealing a sliver of her furred belly.
Ma's grin widens, her eyes twinkling with amusement.
"It's a pleasure having you here, Chris. Especially since you helped my Elias get home sooner," she says, patting Elias' shoulder.
Chris shrugs, a modest smile playing on his lips.
"It was nothing, really. I'm always happy to help a friend," he says, taking a sip of his coffee.
Ma's smile sharpens, her eyes narrowing in a playful challenge.
"Well, since you're so helpful, I suppose a strong, handy young man like you wouldn't mind lending a hand with a few things that need fixing around the farm?" she asks, her tail wagging gently behind her.
Chris puffs out his chest, his biceps flexing beneath his rolled-up sleeves.
"I'm strong and good with my hands, Ma," he says confidently. "Just point me in the right direction."
Ma's grin turns sly as she glances at Liora, her daughter's eyes wide with a mix of embarrassment and anticipation.
"Strong and good with his hands," she repeats in a whisper, teasing as Liora's face flushes a deeper red. "Oh, Liora, you lucky girl."
Liora squirms in her seat, her tail thumping against the chair leg, her ears laid back flat against her head.
"Ma, stop it," she pleads, her voice a whispered growl. "Please."
Elias's eyes widen, realization finally dawning on his face. He looks from Liora to Chris, then back again, the pieces clicking into place. A slow, mischievous grin spreads across his lips, his eyes sparkling with amusement. Liora sees it, her own eyes widening in horror. Her heart pounds in her chest, her blood running cold.
"Oh, I see," Elias says, leaning back in his chair, his voice dripping with playful malice.
"Elias, don't you dare," Liora warns, her voice low and growling. Her ears flatten against her head, her body tense.
Elias chuckles, a deep, rumbling sound.
"Don't what, little sister?" he teases, his eyes twinkling.
Chris raises an eyebrow, looking from Elias to Liora, a puzzled expression on his face.
"What are you guys talking about?" he asks, his voice laced with concern.
Elias opens his mouth, a mischievous glint in his eyes.
"Chris, I think my little sister-." he begins, but Ma's hand clamps firmly onto his shoulder, her grip strong a steel.
"Elias, dear," she interjects, her voice sweet as honey but her eyes sharp as daggers. "You're such a good big brother, always looking out for Liora."
Elias's smile fades, his expression shifting to a grimace as Ma's fingers dig into his shoulder.
"Uh, thanks, Ma," he says, his voice strained.
Ma's smile never wavers, her tone dripping with a sugary threat.
"I'm sure you won't mind taking over Liora's chores for the day. That way, she can accompany Chris and show him what needs fixing around the farm."
Elias's face contorts, a mix of pain and resentment.
"But Ma-." he begins to protest, but Ma's grip tightens, her smile never fading.
"Yes, my sweet baby boy," she coos, staring at him intently.
Elias sighs, his shoulders slumping in defeat.
"Fine, I'll do it," he grumbles.
Ma beams at him, her tail wagging gently behind her.
"That's my boy," she says, turning to Liora and Chris. "Now, there's plenty to be done around the farm. Liora, why don't you show Chris where the tools are, and you can get started on those repairs."
Liora's eyes widen, her mouth opening and closing in silent protest. She looks from Ma to Chris, her heart pounding in her chest.
"But, Ma-." she begins, but Ma cuts her off with a sharp look.
"No buts, Liora. Now, scoot," Ma says, shooing them away from the table.
Liora sighs, her ears flattening against her head as she pushes her chair back and stands up. Chris follows suit, his chair scraping against the wooden floor.
"Lead the way, Liora," he says, his voice gentle yet firm.
Liora nods, her tail swishing nervously behind her as she leads Chris out of the kitchen and into the warm sunshine.
***
The first thing Liora has Chris do is clean and fix the barn gutters.
Although the anthro girl is perfectly capable of handling the task herself, it's something she tends to avoid. Especially since the barn is large and the job would take a lot of time.
Fortunately for her, Chris wasn't just good with his hands, as he had boasted. He also had cordless power tools with him, allowing him to finish the job quickly.
Liora steps back, a low whistle of surprise escaping her lips as she takes in Chris's handiwork.
"Wow, that was way faster than I thought it'd be."
Chris chuckles, a warm, proud sound that fills the air.
"I'll take that as a compliment."
A grin spreads across Liora's face, her blue eyes sparkling. She already thinks Chris is handsome, but now she realizes he's also great company. As his laughter fades, Chris's expression turns serious.
"Actually, Liora, there's something I'd like to propose."
Liora freezes, her heart pounding like a kick drum. Her breath hitches, and her tail wags at a frantic pace. She struggles to rein in her thoughts, which are running wild with speculation.
"W-What do you..." Liora swallows hard, trying to hide her nervousness behind a calm facade. "What do you mean, Chris?"
Chris sighs, weariness etching lines on his forehead. He rubs the back of his neck, a gesture Liora finds endearingly human.
"I know I just got here, Liora, but there's something I'd like to do. Something that could really make a difference for you."
Liora's heart hammers faster against her ribs. She clutches the hem of her flannel shirt.
"What are you talking about?"
Chris looks her straight in the eyes, his gaze steady and sure.
"I'd like to add a rainwater collection system to the barn's gutter."
Liora's mouth drops open, shock widening her blue eyes. Of all the things he could have said, this was the last thing she expected.
"The... The gutters?"
Chris nods, a small smile playing on his lips.
"Yes, it's a simple enough system, really. We just need to redirect the water from the gutters into collection barrels. Kind of surprised you guys don't have it already."
Liora blinks, her mind racing to catch up. She hadn't known exactly what to expect, but it certainly wasn't this.
Chris pauses, his smile fading as he takes in Liora's expression. He steps closer, his voice softening.
"Hey, I get it, Liora. You don't have to accept my offer, and you also don't have to spend more time with me while I'm here."
Liora shakes her head, confusion furrowing her brow.
"Chris, what are you talking about?"
Chris sighs, running a hand through his hair.
"When I first got here, I wasn't sure what to make of your behavior. But now, your silence speaks volumes. It's clear you don't want to spend time with me."
Shock jolts through Liora, her eyes widening.
"That's not true, Chris!"
Chris holds up his hands, his tone apologetic.
"It's okay, Liora. I understand. Most anthro girls prefer smaller, less muscular guys. I'm used to being pushed to the sidelines."
Liora's mouth opens, then closes, her thoughts a whirlwind. She struggles to find the right words, her heart aching at the resignation in Chris's voice.
Liora sees the resignation in his eyes, the slump of his shoulders, and something inside her snaps. Before she even realizes what she's doing, she grabs Chris by the collar and pulls him into a fierce, breath-stealing kiss.
Their lips meet, soft and warm, a jolt of electricity coursing through her veins. Her eyes close, her heart pounding in her ears. Chris stiffens, surprise rooting him to the spot. But Liora doesn't notice, doesn't care. She's acting on instinct, on the wild emotions churning inside her.
Just as suddenly, she breaks the kiss, her eyes wide with shock. Her breath hitches, her tail curling between her legs.
"Oh, my goddess," she gasps, her voice barely a whisper. "I... I don't know what... I'm sorry, Chris. I'm so sorry."
Chris stands frozen, his eyes wide with shock. He doesn't move, doesn't speak.
Unable to form a coherent thought, much less a sentence, she does the only thing her body screams for.
She flees.
***
Elias strolls to an old watering trough, his boots crunching on the gravel path. The farm sprawls out before him, a tapestry of greens and golds under the vast blue sky. He inhales deeply, the scent of earth and hay filling his lungs.
"I missed this."
His gaze sweeps over the fields, the barn, the quiet rhythm of rural life. The tension from the city's hustle begins to fade from his shoulders. A soft nickering from the horses in the paddock. The distant cluck of chickens.
A rustling from the nearby watering trough catches his attention. With a smile on his lips, he says loudly:
"...Well, what did you do?"
A surprised cry echoes from behind the watering trough.
"Yip!"
Elias turns, his eyebrow raised. There's a whisper, too soft to hear, but he catches the tail end of
"...nothing happened."
He sighs, weariness etching lines around his eyes.
"Whenever you were upset, sad, or scared as a kid, you'd always hide here, Liora. Remember?"
Silence stretches, punctuated only by the distant hum of nature. Then, a grin tugs at the corners of Elias's mouth.
"Wouldn't have anything to do with Chris acting strange too, would it?"
In a flurry of motion, Liora jumps up, her ears perked and tail wagging nervously.
"It's got nothing to do with…I m-mean, there's nothing... I..."
She freezes, meeting Elias's gaze. His grin widens, victory shining in his eyes. Caught, she can't help but give in. Her shoulders slump, and she pouts,
"Fine." She admits in defeat.
Quickly Liora explains how they were working well together, until her nervousness was interpreted by Chris as dislike.
"That's when I panicked and pulled him into a kiss." says Liora, embarrassed.
Elias throws his head back, laughter bursting from him like a thunderclap. His shoulders shake and eyes water. He slaps his knee. Liora's ears flatten, her tail stiffens, and a growl rumbles in her throat.
"It's not funny, Elias! He must hate me now."
Elias struggles to rein in his laugh, wiping tears from his eyes.
"Hate you?" he says with a light chuckle. "Liora, he's probably in love with you."
She whirls around, eyes wide and jaw slack.
"In... in love? What do you mean?"
Elias grins, leaning against the trough.
"Chris isn't like most guys. He's... different."
Liora's ears prick forward, her expression softens. She listens, hanging on his every word.
Elias's voice softens, his gaze drifting towards the fields.
"Chris comes from a family where the parents were assigned to each other. His parents weren't bad people, just... indifferent. They didn't hate each other, but they sure didn't love each other either. It was a cold environment, Liora. Not the kind of place where affection could be found."
Liora's ears twitch, her brow furrows. She hugs herself, rubbing her arms as if warding off a chill. Elias sighs and keeps explaining to her.
"Chris doesn't want that. He wants to choose his own partner. He wants someone to truly care for him."
Elias pauses, a hint of sadness in his voice.
"But unfortunately, Chris never had a girlfriend, you know? The Anthros at school... they didn't see him that way. And now that the extension he got to delay his Assignment for school is coming to an end, he's probably feeling... desperate."
Liora swallows hard. The sun beats down, but she feels cold inside. Her tail tucks between her legs, her ears droop. Elias steps closer, his voice barely above a whisper.
"I'm not the most perceptive guy when it comes to these things, little sister. But I see the way he looks at you, Liora. Especially when you're not looking."
She gasps, her heart pounding. Her mind races, memories flashing. Chris, laughing in the sun. Chris, patiently explaining how to use his tools.
"But... but I messed up, Elias. I kissed him and ran. He must think I'm crazy."
A grin tugs at Elias's lips. He reaches out, ruffling her fur.
"Trust me, Liora," says Elias in a forced wise tone. "No guy hates it when the cute girl he's crushing on kisses him."
Liora's head drops, a soft whine escaping her lips.
"I don't know what to do, Elias. I've never felt like this before. It's all so... confusing."
Her paws clutch at her chest, fur ruffling under her fingers. Elias watches, his expression softening. He shrugs, hands spreading wide.
"Honestly, Liora? I don't know either."
She looks up, ears perking. Her tail lifts, the white tip twitching.
"What am I gonna do?" the anthro girl mutters, feeling hopeless.
Elias chuckles, rubbing the back of his neck.
"Well, little sister, why don't you just go with your instincts?"
"You mean like when I kissed him and ran away?" the anthro asks. "Wouldn't that just make everything worse?"
Elias places a reassuring hand on his sister's back, recalling a phrase from their childhood.
"Remember what Dad used to say?" he grins. "What's a fart gonna do if you've already crapped your pants?"
Liora's eyes widen, then crinkle at the corners as laughter bubbles up. Her tail wags, slow and steady. She takes a deep breath, filling her lungs with the scent of home, of pack. Of Chris.
"You're right," she says, her voice steady. "I've already acted like a crazy dog around him, and I'm sure doing nothing won't help at all."
Liora squares her shoulders, lifts her chin. The sun warms her fur, the breeze rustles her whiskers. She turns towards the barn, towards Chris. Her stride is long, purposeful. No more hiding, no more fear.
Elias watches her go, pride shining in his eyes. He murmurs softly,
"Well, looks like I'm gaining a brother-in-law today!"
***
Next to the barn, Christopher hunches over an old tractor, tools scattered at his feet. The gearbox lies exposed, its innards gleaming under the harsh work light. He frowns, wrenching at a stubborn bolt.
It finally gives with a squeal, but his satisfaction is short-lived. His mind wanders with a distraction that plagues him all day.
"Liora," he whispers thoughtfully.
Her name echoes in his head, a constant hum he can't silence. In his mind he sees her eyes, blue as a summer sky, wide and startled. Feels her lips, soft and warm, pressed against his. Then, nothing but cool air and the sound of her hurried steps, retreating.
He sighs, rubbing a hand over his face. The wrench clatters to the floor, forgotten.
'What was that kiss? A joke? A dare? Pity?' he thinks, groaning as he leans against the tractor. Its cold metal did little to soothe his burning skin.
"Maybe I should just..." He murmurs, voice barely audible. The words taste bitter, but he forces them out. "Maybe I should just accept the Assignment, it's inevitable at this stage."
The thought sits heavy in his gut, a stone he can't digest. He's seen Assigned couples, their blank stares, empty smiles, pragmatic emotionless lives. They're not happy, not unhappy. Just... existing. He doesn't want that. He wants... more.
'But what if that's all I can get?' Chris wonders silently. 'What if that's all I'm worth??'
Christopher pushes away from the tractor, heat and frustration boiling over inside him.
"Damn this heat," he mutters, wiping sweat from his brow. His shirt clings, damp and irritating.
Behind him, rapid footsteps approach, unheard. Liora, her heart pounding, closes in. She'd seen him from afar, laser focused on Chris wet shirt clinging to his glistening body.
Still unaware of Liora's approach, Chris grabs the hem of his shirt and pulls it over his head. A light breeze offers welcome relief as he uses the shirt to wipe the sweat from his toned six-pack.
Liora's eyes widen at the scene before her. Her pulse quickens, instincts taking over as she drops to all fours and sprints even faster toward Chris.
Instinctively, Chris turns, finally spotting the anthro in a blur of speed.
"Liora?" he asks, confused.
But it is already too late. Liora is already airborne, launching herself toward him. They collide, tumbling together. Chris grunts as he hits the ground hard. She ends up on top, panting, eyes wild.
Chris tries to question her.
"What are you-?"
But Liora pays no mind. She's busy, nose pressed against his chest, inhaling deep. She whines, a sound so full of longing it makes his heart ache. Her hands, strong and sure, grip his shoulders, fingers digging in, testing his muscle, his strength.
She moves up, face buried in his neck, breath hot on his skin. Her whines grow louder, happier. He can feel her warmth, her need, through every inch of her body. She takes a deep breath in and lets out a loud and happy whine.
"Wuh-wuhhh!"
Chris squirms, not from discomfort, but from something else stirring inside him. Something hot and unfamiliar. He opens his mouth to question Liora, but she seizes the moment, pressing her lips to his.
The kiss from before was instinctual, driven by impulse. This one is wild, deep, passionate. Her tongue invades his mouth, hot and insistent. It's a claim, a conquest. She wants to taste every part of him, to know him, to possess him.
His body responds before his mind can catch up. Heat flares in his chest and gut, spreading outward like wildfire. His hands, tentative at first, find her hips, pulling her closer until their bodies are flush. She moans happily into his mouth, a primal sound that sends shivers down his spine.
She breaks away, just enough to whisper against his lips.
"Chris."
His name, a breathy plea. Her eyes glazed and hungry.
"You ran away before I could say anything," he murmurs, his hands cupping her face. Her fur is soft and warm. He brushes her cheek with his thumb. "Why?"
"I was scared," she admits, nuzzling into his touch. Her tongue lolls out, sweeping across his palm, sending a jolt straight to his groin. "I was sure you'd hate me after I kissed you out of nowhere."
"Hate that beautiful anthro girl like you kissed me?" Chris says, looking deep into her blue eyes. "Never," he adds with a smile.
Liora's body trembles, every muscle taut beneath her fur. She stares down at Chris, eyes wide and unblinking. The playful puppy from before is gone, replaced by something feral, hungry. Her tongue lolls out, panting, as she grinds against him.
"Oh, Chris," she growls with a grin. "I can't be held responsible for what happens next."
***
Elias kicks a stone, scuffing his worn boots. His grumbles echo through the quiet farmyard, a mix of resignation and amusement.
"I knew I'd be put to work." Elias complains, feeling his muscles ache. "I just expected to get a day or two to relax first."
He halts mid-stride, mid-rant. His eyes widen, taking in the sight before him.
There's Liora, on all fours, teeth gripping Chris's pants, tugging him toward the barn. The anthro's tail wags furiously, a white flag of surrender to her instincts.
Chris, for his part, looks stunned. He is shirtless on the floor, being dragged along by Liora's insistent tugs.
Elias blinks, mouth agape. Whatever he'd expected to find, this wasn't it. He clears his throat, loud in the quiet.
"Ahem."
Liora freezes, ears perking up. She turns, slow, eyes wide with a mix of embarrassment and defiance. Her muzzle is still wrapped around Chris's pants, unwilling to relinquish her prize.
Chris looks up, finally noticing Elias. His flush deepens, spreading to the tips of his ears. He opens his mouth, closes it, opens it again. No words come out.
Elias raises a hand, blocking them both to offer an excuse as he backpedals, shaking his head.
"Nope. Didn't see a thing."
Over his shoulder, he calls out, voice laced with laughter.
"I'll just... go fix that fence. On the other side of the farm. All day."
With that, he's gone, leaving Liora and Chris alone in the barn.
Liora watches her brother go, growling low in her throat. Her grip on Chris's pants tightens, possessive, territorial. She looks up at him, blue eyes burning.
"Mine."
***
Liora tugs Chris over the barn threshold, her claws clicking against the worn wood floor. She drags him to an old mattress tucked in the corner, covered in a thick quilt.
"Liora, your brother saw us, what-." Chris begins, but she cuts him off with a growl.
She releases his pants, only to grasp his shoulders, pushing him onto the mattress. He lands with a soft thud, looking up at her with those warm, bewildered eyes. She towers over him, breaths coming in quick pants.
Liora grips the edges of her flannel shirt, muscles tensing. With a swift, powerful motion, she tears it open, buttons scattering like frightened chickens.
SNAPP!
Her breath hitches, chest heaving beneath the tattered remnants of her shirt.
Chris's eyes roam hungrily over her inviting, full breasts, his throat tightening as he swallows hard, fighting the surge of desire rising inside him. Excitement flickers in his eyes, but he props himself up on his elbows, brows furrowing.
"Liora," he begins, his voice hoarse. "Are you sure you want… this? With me of all people?"
She pauses, tilting her head as her ears perk up. A soft whine slips from her muzzle, curiosity piqued.
Chris sits up, running a hand through his hair.
"I mean, a pretty anthro like you could have any guy you want. I'm just... I'm not special, not like you."
Liora rests a paw on his shoulder, claws gently grazing his skin. A soft coo rumbles in her throat as she leans down, her warm breath washing over him.
"Chris..." she murmurs, voice a low growl. "We're gonna make so many beautiful pups together."
"What?" he mutters, being pushed down onto the mattress.
Liora's paws move to Chris's jeans, making quick work of the zipper and button.
RIIIIIIIIP!
The fabric gives way with a sharp tear, his cock springing free, already stiff and eager.
Chris's protest dies in his throat as Liora wraps a firm paw around his shaft. A jolt of pleasure courses through him, eyes widening. His hips buck, a gasp escaping his lips.
A low growl rumbles in her chest, her paw beginning to stroke.
"So warm…" she purrs in delight. "So hard… and the smell." She takes a long sniff, her eyes rolling back with pleasure as her body quakes. "I bet it tastes even better."
Liora's tongue lolls out, saliva dripping from her muzzle as she eyes Chris's cock. She dives down, taking him into her mouth, sucking eagerly. Her head bobs, taking him deep into her throat, lacking finesse but making up for it with raw enthusiasm and hunger.
"Oh fuck!" Chris yells, grabbing the anthro's head with both hands.
His hips jerk, a strangled cry tearing from his lips as her tongue laps at his shaft. Her whines vibrate around him, sending jolts of pleasure coursing through his body.
"Liora... ooh... that's..." he trails off, body tensing as her teeth gently graze his skin.
She looks up at him, eyes wide and wild, drool spilling from her muzzle as she pants releasing his dick.
"Chris," she growls, voice hoarse with need. "Mate... want mate."
Liora's words send a shiver down Chris's spine, any lingering doubts evaporating. He reaches down, cupping her muzzle.
"Good girl," he murmurs, voice thick with desire.
Liora's ears perk up, a soft whine escaping her. She rears up, paws tearing at her jeans, shredding the denim with ease. Chris watches, eyes wide, as she exposes her slick, ready cunt.
She straddles him, her massive thighs trembling with anticipation. Chris's cock twitches, aching with need. He reaches for her, hands grasping her wide hips, fingers digging into her thick fur.
Liora throws her head back, a triumphant howl ripping from her throat as she impales herself on his shaft.
SLAAAP!
Taking him deep, her body clenching around him, slick and hot and perfect. His hips arch up, meeting her thrust, a groan wrenched from his lips.
"Holy fuck, Liora!" he gasps, hands sliding up to her breasts, squeezing and kneading.
"Yes, yes, yes, yes." Mutters Liora with closed eyes.
Her paws press against his chest, claws pricking his skin, marking him. She begins to move, body rising and falling, taking him deeper with each thrust. Her whimpers fill the air.
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!
Chris's hands roam her body, exploring her curves, her muscles, her soft, thick fur. Her pace quickens, body slamming against his, the sound of flesh meeting flesh echoing through the barn as Liora yell begging for Chris seed.
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!
"Breed me! Breed me! Breed me! Breed me! Breed me!"
Chris's grip tightens, fingers digging into Liora's hips. His body tenses, breath hitching as he meets her thrusts with his own, matching her need.
"Thats what you want?" he grunts, voice strained. "To have my kids? To have a family with me?"
LIora's body instinctively responds to the questions, her cunt clamping him harder, doubling its efforts to milk his dick. She is sent into a frenzy, body moving faster, harder.
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!
Chris's hips buck, his cock driving deep inside her. A guttural groan rips from his throat as he comes, his seed spilling into her, hot and thick.
Liora throws her head back, a triumphant howl tearing from her muzzle, her body clenching around him, milking him for all he's worth.
"AWOOOOOOOO!"
Their bodies shudder, slick with sweat and cum, shaking with release.
Then, as if someone flipped a switch, Liora's body goes limp. She collapses onto Chris, her full weight pressing him into the mattress. His cock, still buried inside her, twitches with the aftershocks of his orgasm.
Chris grunts, arms wrapping around her, holding her close. His heart hammers against her chest, his breath coming in quick pants.
Liora nuzzles against him, a soft whine escaping her as she licks his neck, tasting the salt of his sweat. Her body trembles, pussy still clenching around his cock, eager for more.
"That was," Chris murmurs, voice hoarse. "Whoa…"
"Yeah…" Liora chirps, nuzzling into his chest.
His hands stroke her back, fingers tangling in her thick fur. She rumbles in contentment, a soft purr vibrating through her.
After a few moments, Liora props herself up, her blue eyes meeting his. A soft growl rumbles in her chest, a sound of pure, primal satisfaction.
"Mine," she declares, voice firm.
Chris chuckles, a hand cupping her muzzle.
"Yours," he agrees, thumb brushing her cheek.
Liora's ears perk up, her tail wagging at his words. She leans down, nipping at his neck, a playful growl rumbling in her chest. Chris laughs, a sound of pure joy, his arms tightening around her.
"Eager, aren't you?" he teases, his hips shifting, cock stirring inside her.
Liora's eyes widen, a soft whine escaping her.
"More," she demands, body already moving, ready for another round.
***
As the sun dips below the horizon, Chris and Liora lie entwined, their bodies slick with sweat and their breaths slowly returning to normal. The barn is thick with their combined heat.
Chris's fingers trace lazy patterns in Liora's thick fur, her body pressed against his, her head resting on his chest. They bask in the warmth of their affection.
Suddenly, the barn door creaks open, the dim light of the setting sun spilling in, casting long shadows that dance across the hay-strewn floor.
SQUEEEAK!
Liora's head snaps up, eyes wide with surprise.
"Ma!" she exclaims, voice laced with shock and embarrassment.
Liora's mother steps into the barn, a wicker picnic basket hanging from one arm. Her eyes take in the scene before her, but her expression remains calm and understanding.
"It's alright, honey," she says, her voice soothing. "You don't need to get up."
Liora lifts her head, ears perking up, a soft whine escaping her. She looks from her mother to Chris, her blue eyes wide with uncertainty.
"I got worried when you two missed lunch," the old dog anthro says, stepping further into the barn. "So I brought a picnic basket, packed to the brim."
She puts down the basket next to the mattress, a warm smile on her face.
"Thanks, Ma." Says Chris with a shy smile.
With a knowing smile the mother turns to the human.
"I told you you'd better get used to calling me that," the anthro barks happily as she leaves the barn.
As the old anthro disappears from view, Liora turns to Chris, her blue eyes searching his.
"How did she know?" she asks, a soft laugh bubbling up from her throat.
Chris chuckles, a warm sound that rumbles through his chest.
"You were pretty loud, Liora."
She shrugs, a small smile playing on her lips.
"Doesn't matter. We have no neighbors out here."
She snuggles closer to him, her body warm and pliant against his side. The barn is quiet, save for the soft rustling of hay and the distant hum of cicadas. Chris wraps an arm around her, his hand resting on the curve of her hip.
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[#] You've probably noticed this story is nothing like Anthrostate VS Isekai Hero, it just shares the same setting. Still, I might end up reusing some of these characters down the line.
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