While all the other harvesters had gone to bed a long time ago, Alena had kept at reaping the wheat with her scythe and tying it into bundles with twine well into the night. The full moon bathed her in white light, so she could see her way around easily. Why was a fox, a noble animal, doing lowly farm work? Every bit of wheat she slashed would go to pay back the debt she owed for killing Farmer Bulls' chickens. Also, clearing the field would make the mice scatter, allowing her to chase them. She hadn't found any mice all day, and she was hungry. She was pretty much uncomfortable in every way: hungry, thirsty, tired, and sore from head to toe. She had a sunburn on her back. The poor little girl had the soft, milky skin of a fair princess, she was clearly too high-born for this kind of labor. Her feet and legs had mud caked dry on them that she feared would never wash off. Her claws, once pristine and gleaming, were now dirty and chipped.
Unable to bear her aching feet and back anymore, she dropped her scythe. She dropped herself to her knees and panted for her breath. Her shirt was soaked with sweat. She felt almost ready to collapse. When she heard noises behind her, a faint sound of footsteps approaching her, she thought Oh, great. Now I've finally gone crazy. Serves me right for getting caught. She never apologized for stealing though. When I take something and get away with it, it gives me a thrill like I never thought was possible... When she heard a faint hissing sound she got to her feet and whipped around. Behind her was a tall oak tree on the edge of the field. Behind the tree was a man with dark, scaly skin and glowing, yellow eyes. "A snake!" she gasped, falling backwards onto her round rear end in surprise.
The snake boy stepped out from behind the tree.
"You are quite beautiful in the moonlight, Miss." he said in a deep, precise voice.
"You've been... ew, don't tell me you've been watching me!" she cried, blushing.
"Why is it such a crime to gaze on the most beautiful flesh, my dear?" he slid smoothly over to her and helped her get to her feet by extending a hand in a gentlemanly gesture. His eyes gleamed as he was clearly ogling her impressive breasts. He leaned in, kissing her cheek and rubbing her ass.
"oh... oh... who are you?" she whispered.
"Someone who wants to give this girl here a little pleasure." he said. And he reached down her pants and began touching clit and massaging her labia, while kissing her and with the other hand stroking her long, red hair.
