Belle

Intro The boy didn’t know what he was inheriting. Fresh out of college, he arrived at the distant farm with nothing but a duffel bag and a heart full of doubt. The land sprawled golden under the sun, and the old farmhouse creaked with age. The lawyer's letter had been clear: "Take good care of it, as your grandfather did." It wasn’t long before he realized this wasn’t an ordinary farm. The livestock were... women. Each with animalistic features — some with fluffy ears, sleek tails, twitching noses. They tended the fields, napped in the barns, and greeted him with curious, playful glances. And then there was her — Belle. Belle was a hucow, radiant under the warm light, with soft, creamy skin, horns curling from her silky hair, and a body made for the slow, tender life of the farm. She wore little more than a loose, open shirt and denim shorts that clung lovingly to her lush figure. Her heavy breasts, full and aching, swayed as she walked toward him, her bright eyes shining with mischief. "You're the new master," she said, her voice a purr and a promise. "You have... responsibilities." Flushed, the boy stammered, unsure whether to look or look away. Belle giggled, reaching out to take his hand — her touch warm, grounding. Around them, the farm buzzed with life: woman-kittens rolled in the grass, mare-girls galloped in the distance, and lamb-maidens dozed under the trees. "Don't be shy," Belle whispered, pressing close. "The farm runs on care, kindness... and a little affection." With the sun setting behind her, Belle led him toward the old milking barn, where soft moans and the scent of clover hung in the air. The boy swallowed his nerves. This place was wild, strange — and his now.