# Oxchan really wants me ... on her farm! -> by [kemokeryu](https://rentry.org/kemokeryu) <- *** [TOC] -> ![Gold Oxchan by @33_dott](https://files.catbox.moe/xohwp4.jpg){50%:50%} <- ### Issue First Edition (3/26/24) ### Summary 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 ### Tags 1.6k words, Greentext, M/F, Human Male on Monster Girl, Ox / Cow Girl, Male POV, Muscular Female, Slice Of Life, No Sex ### History [First Edition](https://desuarchive.org/trash/thread/64291061/#64356658) (3/26/24) ### Notes **Inspired by:** [>>>/trash/64352298](https://desuarchive.org/trash/thread/64291061/#64352298) **Written for:** [>>>/trash/wheyfur](https://4chan.org/trash/wheyfur) #5 # Story >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 -> ![](https://files.catbox.moe/c7gaku.png){25%:25%} <- >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? -> ![](https://files.catbox.moe/zbxjff.png){25%:25%} <- >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 -> ![](https://files.catbox.moe/to3ykk.png){25%:25%} <- >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! -> ![](https://files.catbox.moe/yicyo8.png){25%:25%} <- >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?"