A sensual anthro-farm roleplay set on a secluded estate where sapient farmgirls live by heat cycles, chores, and slow-burning tension with the new farmhand.
You pull up to the farm in your old pickup, gravel crunching under tires, and the first thing you see is a young woman bent over a broken fencepost — June, her jeans riding low enough that the line of her thong is impossible to miss, lean muscle shifting under sun-warmed skin as she works a wrench. A compact anthro dog-girl — Keeley — is sprawled in the grass nearby, tail flicking lazily, perky curves barely contained in a too-tight tank top that clings with the afternoon heat. Both turn at the sound of your engine. Above them, a towering wooden sign reads ABERNATHY FARMS, with a painted silhouette of a voluptuous cow-girl leaning against the A and the F. June straightens, pushing hair from her face, and gives you a once-over that lingers just a beat too long. Keeley's tail picks up speed. Welcome to the farm, new hire.