The sun was high in the sky over a small, quaint little farm just outside the city. Flowers were blooming, bees were buzzing and the orchard outside of a small but cozy house was bearing fruit.

"I sure do appreciate ya comin' to help me out like this, Evan!"

"Oh, it's really nothing, Miss Smiles, I'm happy to do it," answered a very slight-looking wolf in a t-shirt and jeans, better dressed for a rock concert than collecting the oranges that he was picking.

"Heh, please don't call me that." The woman he was helping was a young ringtail woman dressed in an incredibly baggy pair of pants, supended over an equally oversized plaid shirt with the sleeves rolled up. "Ya know my name's Sunni, no need for formalities." Her wide green eyes were the dominant feature of her face, freckles dotting her cheeks, which pushed up under her eyes when she smiled... a frequent occurance, as she laughed easily, often causing her twin back-length braided pigtails to jostle, their thick flat brushtips bouncing.

The teenager only shook his head and chuckled. "Sorry, Miss Smiles, I can't do that."

"You're a strange one," she noted with some amusement. "But I can't rightly complain; I mean, it ain't every day I head to the Guild Hall in th' first place." The drive into the city was a bit much, even for her very old, very rugged pickup truck, to do more than once a week. "But when I do, and I ask what somebody wants to do with me, 'help around the farm' is about the last thing I expect to hear." She snickered.

Evan only smiled. "I know. It's pretty weird, I'm sure, but... I can't help it. I've always kind of fantasized about it. I didn't even know a farm existed around here."

The ringtail looked up at a few apples up in a tree, held out her bushel basket, and hip-checked the thing, landing a few of the fruits into it with practiced care. Examining the dropped fruits, she was satisfied after a moment that there was no bruising. "Well, t'be honest, callin' this little place a 'farm' is kind of a stretch. It's more an orchard than anything, but I work at it, and it's not often I have to go to the city for any food." She ascended the tree in a nimble fashion, using her tail to wrap around the base, then branches for stability, all while carrying the basket in one arm. "Now, to the East, there's the wheat field, and that's more a farm than anything I've got goin'. Mr. Malgum 'n I got an arrangement."

"An... arrangement?" The wolf tilted his head.

Sunni shook her head, smirking. "Nothin' like that. He gives me some real good grain from time to time, and I bake him the occasional pie or two. Lord that man can put away some pie." She giggled, landing with a small bounce. "Phew, it's gettin' a bit warm out today. I hope y'don't mind me sheddin' some layers, this's far too much to wear on a day this sunny."

Evan's eyes widened like she'd asked permission to shower him with a briefcase full of cash. He tamped down his enthusiasm facially, but his wagging tail betrayed him. "Um, yeah! I mean, no. Uh, it's... fine. That's fine."

The ringtail suppressed a laugh, muttering to herself, "I didn't think so." When she peeled off the outer layers of her clothing- or the 'dirt shield,' as she was fond of calling it- it became obvious why the boy was so excitable. While she may have simply looked overweight in her working clothes, years of clean living and home cooking had made Sunni quite generously figured in a different way. Her breasts, each as big as her head, bulged out the top and the sides of a pair of much too small overalls, her big round barely-hidden nipples pushing straight ahead against the thin denim, as if to point directly at him. The pants pushed down, revealing a trim waist that was strong, like her lean arms. Her hips, in contrast to her little waist, belled out severely, forking into two thick, strong thighs that looked fit for the kind of climbing her species suggested. Even her calves curved out nicely. She walked toward Evan, her hips swaying one way, her tits tilting the other in an obscenely bouncy display of her figure. Giving him a few more moments to drink it in, she chuckled, "Well? Ya gonna just stand there? You did say you were gonna help me out."

"R-Right! Sorry!" Blushing furiously, he busied himself picking the rest of the oranges as per instruction. 

Sunni giggled softly to herself as she watched him go at it, her tail flicking this way and that. Finally, a mischievous idea caught her fancy. "Easy there, Evan, you don't wanna pick 'em if they're not just ripe." She read the confusion on his face and reassured him, "Don't worry, oranges are real hard to get just right. Tell ya what, why don'tcha hold the ladder for me, and I'll get 'em?"

He didn't quite understand, but he wasn't about to try to tell a farm girl how to do her thing. "O-... Okay."

The ringtail climbed up and started hemming and hawing over orange selection far more than she would ever have normally done, purposefully making a production of picking produce. After a few oranges, glanced down at her friend, to find him looking away. "Hey," she said loudly enough to get his attention. "Don't look at your feet, keep your eyes on the ladder. It wobbles up here first."

Evan swallowed hard. "S-Sorry." Having no other choice, he looked upward... which wouldn't have been a problem, except that the young lady's ill-fitting overalls did as bad a job covering her rump as it did her impressive bustline. There were no bones to be made about it- Sunni had a fat ass, each big yellow butt cheek a large mound jutting out from her hips, contained just barely by the thin denim. The back of her overalls obviously wasn't meant to have to cover that much area. Whereas it would have normally at -least- made it to a normal woman's panty line, the garment flirted dangerously with thong territory, more of the girl's round back hams pushing out from under the thing than staying within it. Not to mention her cooch was just barely covered by the fabric, the bulge of her mound a thick presence. It was like staring up her skirt, minus the skirt... and his knees were weak.

Realizing he was probably unable to actually do what she asked of him, Sunni stepped down a few rungs. "Oh, look here, I missed some hangin' round the bottom. Lemme just get these real quick."

The moment didn't come quickly, and if the wolf thought it would end quickly, he was very much mistaken. This time, by no accident, the ringtail's big ass was right in his face. Thanks to her outward lean, the constraint of arm's length couldn't keep him any further than inches from the big yellow rear end. From this vantage point, he could see just how thickly the denim cut into her soft, pert flesh, how far it bulged out from under her tight parody of working clothes. But nothing could prepare him for the moment when she thrust out backward and pressed it against his face. The wolf boy's snout got buried deep between Sunni's cheeks, the faint scent of some kind of beachy, tropical body wash escaping her butt sweat, his own face cheeks pressed inward by the mighty mounds. She clenched very gently and wiggled her fat, sweet rump this way and that, taking his head with it and not getting an iota of resistance from the teenage boy. 

Finally, Sunni pulled away and descended the ladder, holding the basket of oranges. "Thanks," she said simply, smiling and sauntering toward another tree.

Flummoxed, Evan took a minute to clear his head a little and walked quickly over to her. "W-... Was all that on accident?"

Sunni snicker-giggled. This kid was absolutely adorable. "What do -you- think?" She cocked a brow and canted her hips expectantly.

"Um... Probably not?" he hazarded.

She rolled her eyes, trying not to laugh. "No. Probably not."

The wolf trembled, his pants tented painfully obviously. "S-Sorry, I'm not very good at-"

"Then let me take over!" Sunni grabbed the boy by his waist, hoisted him up over her shoulder- much to his surprise- and gave him a playful smack on the ass. She paced over to a wheelbarrow and set him down in it on his back, dragging his pants off of his beanpole frame with ease. His boxers remained, tented to one side rather impressively for somebody his age. "Tell me somethin' Evs, you ever have sex with a girl?"

He smiled awkwardly. "Well, yeah. Once. It was-"

"You ever had -anal- sex with a girl?" she pressed, laughing softly as his reaction was a speechless blush and his erection throbbing suddenly. "That answers that. Well, I hope you're ready to, 'cause that's the way I like it." She set to adjusting her outfit.

"I-I thought girls didn't like-"

"-Buttsex? Most of 'em don't. But me?" She pulled the overalls down near the bottom, removing the wedgie from her deep cheeks and bouncing her huge tits free, the backs of which he could see jiggling even from behind her. But the most striking thing was that once she spread the fabric out, her overalls had a very lovingly hemmed hole in the back of them... specifically over her asshole- he had to assume due to region, as her ass was so thick it covered that particular up quite nicely- and shaped like a stitchwork heart. "It's my favorite."

"H-Holy..." Evan's eyes went wide, but he didn't have much time to gawk. The ringtail was on him in moments, slapping her huge bosoms down onto his lap, the tent in his boxers pressing up between them. In his boyish eagerness, he couldn't help but touch, grope, grab and tug on her big rubbery nipples, feeling the heft of those massive milk tanks. She reached under the wheelbarrow and pulled out a container of what appeared to be called 'LOOB,' as big as an economy-sized shampoo bottle.

"It's funny t' me, most girls'd probably like gettin' it in the booty." She pressed her breasts together, squeezing his erection between them, and undid the button with her nimble lips. "They just don't know how t' prepare for it, y'know? I mean, I could take ya dry with no worries at this point, but you gotta give yourself some lubrication 'n work it out a little. Like preparin' for any guests." She globbed on a great big helping of the clear stuff, dripping down his tall cock and pooling in her cleavage. "Y' got a real nice dick, Evan," she said, spreading the lubricant over it via her breasts, which rubbed over his length in alternating strokes, tilting it this way and that between her soft breast flesh. "I can't believe you've only done it once!"

"Hngh! O-Oh!" he failed in any way to formulate a response as her tits massaged his length.

"Welp! Time t' get to work!" The ringtail stood up, turned around, and grabbed the boy's hands in her own. "Hold m' hands, it feels better that way~!" 

Evan panted meekly as he saw that glorious yellow heart descend upon him, pushing between those tight, soft cheeks, pressing deeper, pushing against her pucker, and suddenly -plunging- deep into her glorious ass as the entire big fat thing just -plopped- into his lap. He gasped in surprise. 

"Ooh~!" Sunni giggled like a nymph. "Now that's a mighty strong boner if I ever felt one. Mm..." The heart was almost completely hidden as she pressed against his hips, sliding that big, fat ass around his lap in slow circles. She ground against him for what felt like minutes, making his whole body tremble from the sheer lovely feelings. "That's enough savorin' the moment, I think!"

"Huh?" He didn't get a chance to ask what she meant, because the ringtail quickly lifted her big butt almost completely off of his hardness and brought it back down with the force of an angry linebacker. Then she did it again... and again, and again! Soon, Evan's hips were getting assaulted with a fury that would've probably hurt him had it not been for the fact that he was getting pounded down on by two of the biggest, softest crash cushions imaginable. He was hypnotized even as he thrusted slightly in response: her round butt cheeks lifting into the air, then falling back down like a meteor, all to pancake against his hips in a delightfully bubbly shape, jiggling like a big fat gelatin mold. "S-Sunni! I can't-... I can't take this! I-I'm gonna-"

"You're -gonna- sit there 'n take it like a good boy!" She shot him a playfully scornful look over her shoulder, nonetheless stopping in the 'down' position for a moment. "I'm not done with you yet~" She let go of his hands, grabbed the sides of the wheelbarrow, and pushed forward. The resulting weight imbalance brought the barrow leaning forward severely, balancing on its singular wheel. "Hn! This is gonna be fun!"

"Wh-... What's going on??" Evan worried slightly, feeling the instability underneath him.

"I've always wanted to try this! Hang on~!" The ringtail began pulling her ass up again, slamming it back down onto the wolf boy in a rhythm... but this time, the wheelbarrow moved back each time she did so, recoiling with the force of the impact. Thanks in part to her grip on it and Evan's on her tiny back pockets, it returned each time, bouncing back and forth on its wheel.

Evan felt like he almost might fall out of the thing, but he was too drunk with ecstacy fucking her fat, tight ass to say a word about it. "Hnnngh! S-Sunni! I don't think-..." Orgasm found him quickly, and his swollen balls delivered, filling her up with warm jets of thick spunk, his cock twitching as she let go of the wheelbarrow and simply sat on his lap for the duration, rubbing herself. 

"Nngh, ooooh, y-yeah~" The ringtail shivered as she let a slow, quivery clench overcome her as well. The warmth of his ejaculate was just too much for her not to enjoy thoroughly.

Evan lay there, shuddering, a warm, happy glow all about his body as he stared up at the sunny sky, reveling in what a nice day it was. When Sunni finally pulled off of him, her cheerful yellow butt heart separated from his hips in a delicious sticky mess, reminding him of a lemon merangue pie.

"Here."

"Huh?" The boy looked at Sunni, who held a running garden hose.

"Break's over!" she said as if he was the silliest thing in the world. "Clean me off, we still got work to do!"

He blinked... laughed... and took the hose. "Yes, ma'am."