| " | \n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\tSunset plunged the sky into a bright mix of orange and yellow, casting shadows across the vast plain of grass, fence, tree and house. Whisper’s eyes adjusted to the dimming light as she gazed into the distance, a bit of straw twisting in her sharp teeth. The young, dark-skinned bat wore a red plaid top unbuttoned down the center, revealing a dark freckle on the side of her left breast and drooping the loose clothing over her large chest as it hung against her body, clinging to it with a layer of sweat with her long shorts and dark brown work boots. She ran a bare hand through the thick black fur covering her right eye and tapped the blue gem fixed into her fur, wiping away a layer of dirt. Finally, the sun lowered until shadows overtook the plain and she sighed in relief. \t“You chose to do this to yourself” she hissed, grabbing the two buckets of water beside her and lifting them rather easily, though they still strained her tired arms. She had always heard of farms and farmers, farm animals and the hard life that those who raised them lived. It was like a dream come true when she was offered a chance to serve as a hand on the farm itself, a break from hunting for glinting treasures in the dark and musty caverns and tunnels she was used to. This, however, was worse than she had though. The heat was intense enough that she could swear she gained even more sunspots across her flesh, and the freckles sprawled across her face in front of her eyes almost disappeared in the tanning heat. This marked her fourth day on this home, and the third night she would sleep on the second floor of a smelly, noisy barn that housed the horses the sheep of the McGrin household bred. \tShe was done. She dropped the two buckets with a thud behind the elder sheep, Benard McGrin, a tall lanky sheep whose wool was sparse and spread out, tangling in on itself and matted. He turned around to face her and put hands on hips at the sight of the sweat-covered bat. No matter how tall he stood, the 3’8” sheep was dwarfed by the tall 5’2” pteropus, casting a shadow over him with the sun to her back. “Can’t handle the heat youngster?” He scoffed, though his eyes scanned Whisper’s body up and down, twitching to her large chest and expansive hips. She couldn’t help but grin as she stood up and watched his gaze. “I’m beginning to think you just want to see my naked!” she laughed, causing the old man’s face to redden. “Please- “the words were cut off, well expected and taken advantage of. “Please? Alright” she said, grabbing her shirt and pulling it open, the full view of her weighted bosom, shining in the glare of the sunset, made the old codger sputter and cough as she giggled happily. \t“You little devil!” he growled, though his hand twitched as if it were about to lift and grab her. Whisper seemed to have that effect on people, not that she minded. “Just go to bed before I slap you with more work!” \tShe continued to grin, her face shading slightly pink, but closed her shirt and turned around. “Alright gramps, have a good night!” she said, waving a hand back at him from behind on her way to the barn while the old sheep poured both buckets into a large pot. She didn’t see what happened after, already stepping into the barn and stretching wide, feeling every muscle tense with pain. \tA hard scent, like fish and hay, suddenly assaulted her senses. She looked across the stalls and found two horses standing side by side in separate stalls. As she approached the smell grew more intense and glancing into the stalls she could tell which one it was. The appaloosa had been out earlier, but in the family’s haste to finish their chores and go to bed he must not have been bathed as was the norm. “Great” she said to herself in a whisper, “Now I have to deal with that..” she stopped talking and gazed up at the equine, gulping as a sudden new desire spilled over the edge of reason. She knew that smell, and now that she took a second to inhale it she found that wasn’t unbearable for the same reason she thought before. \tUnlocking the stall, she stepped in and grabbed her shirt, sliding it off her body as she approached. The appaloosa let out a knowing huff of air and lifted his head to draw his tongue across the salty flesh of her left breast, barely able to cover the width of her bosom. He seemed to find this satisfactory, as he lowered his head to begin sliding the wet muscle up and down her breast, every once and a while slobbering his lips on her nipple and tugging it. She cupped the bottom of his head as he sucked and bit her puffy nub, making her gasp and lean forward into it while the smells in the air changed into a rusty musk that she recognized -and more than loved. \tAs much as she enjoyed the teasing of his tongue and lips, she had her priorities, and pulled away with saliva dripping down her tit. Swift for a bat her size, she slid down and behind the horse, ignoring his sheath to half-stand behind him and gaze into the two black orbs hanging low between is thighs. “Hot damn!” she gasped, the smell was far greater there, and she immediately took to pushing her mobian muzzle into the damp flesh of his balls to rub and scrub it across her face, leaving sweat to smear skin and stain fur while she inhaled his intoxicatingly bestial scent. He let out a disgruntled puff of air and stepped back, pushing his sack against her face and making her giggle. “Easy now” she said, her hand now cupping the moist flesh and rubbing it until the skin folded between her fingers while she lifted them to her face once more, opening wide and sucking in the sweaty, unwashed ball skin so her tongue could lather it in saliva. Her gold-colored bottom lip smeared makeup over his sack, kissing and sucking on it to her heart’s content as he bucked and stamped his hoof. Soon, he stepped back once more, then again, forcing her to lean back farther until she was holding his powerful thighs to keep balance. “Woah woah! Don’t get too eager!” she said between heated breathes. But he didn’t seem to care, taking another step back he suddenly lowered his hind quarters and pinned her beneath him, face buried as deep into his equine purse as it could with him grinding his hips into her face. Her hands twitched beneath him and her body convulsed, the smell had become too much for the horny bat and had taken her by surprise! Her desire spilled out of her in a spray of clear liquid between her thighs, wetting her panties and soaking through the fabric of her shorts. \tNow, after smelling the sex and arousal of the strange female, did he begin to grow… (To be Continued) \n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t | \n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t