Nectar
I did another one-shot just cus I wanted to see what writing F/F was like. Here ya go!
The sun beat down hot upon the fields on the farm, drying the salt into small crusts upon the furrows in the ground. Her hooves dispelled small clouds of dust as she stepped inside of the barn, wiping a tsunami of sweat from her brow with a contented sigh. She was a fairly heavyset girl, a little chubby, but powerful. Her name was Anne, and she had built up years of strength underneath her soft, squishy exterior, which bubbled out around her ample hips. Her posterior was pronounced and rotund, swaying slightly behind her as she walked. Her belly poked out above her hips slightly, jiggling as she propped the large, metal rake she had been holding against the wall. Caked with rust, it slid and fell over on its side, which she took note of with a slight sigh. She was wearing nothing but a pair of denim overalls which hugged her thick form tightly, rolled up at the ankles. She unbuttoned the shoulder straps, letting the top fall open to reveal a pair of weighty, cantaloupe-sized breasts as she leaned back against a hay bale to cool off. Her cheeks were flush red from the heat, and she tilted her head back and started panting slightly before noticing a slight buzz from the back of the barn. Curious, she turned and walked towards the sound, the straw crunching softly underhoof as she dragged the dry, summer air through her lungs. She poked her head around the last stable towards the small space at the back, and was shocked to see a rather large bee woman laying on her side. Shocked, she snapped back behind the stable before shyly poking her head around again, revealing that yes, the bee was still there.
"Hello there. We are the queen of our hive, and we have come here seeking assistance. Thanks to a decrease in our natural predators, us bees produce too much honey for us to naturally consume. Usually, our honey is harvested by farmers such as yourself, but our production has been unusually high this year." The queen said, looking the bovine over with a sultry grin.
The cowgirl had finally worked up the courage to look the queen over, and was astonished with what she saw. The queen's body looked much like her own, heavyset and chubby around the belly, with alternating black and yellow stripes in her fur. Where there would ordinarily be hooves on the ends of her arms, there were instead human- like hands, with black, scaly skin. The same could be said for her neck and head, which resembled a normal cow's head, save for the black, beady eyes and shiny skin. Her breasts were sizeable, at least double-Ds, perhaps even more, and were leaking an amber substance from her perky nipples.
"Well? Could you please," The queen said, running a hand up her belly to cup one of her large breasts, biting her black lower lip as a little honey spurted out, "Help us unload?"
Anne blushed and stepped forward, the scent of the queen's honey wafting through the air and worming its way into her brain. She walked over to the queen, before kneeling down and gently flicking her tongue over the massive nipple bouncing before her. The queen gasped softly as Anne leaned forward, suddenly taking the front half of her breast into her mouth, suckling on the nipple that was now resting against her tongue. As soon as she began to suck and massage that breast in her mouth, a wave of sweet honey hit her directly in the brain, which made her stumble backwards in astonishment. 'Oh lord, it's an aphrodisiac!' She thought to herself before coming to her senses and standing upright. She clutched her head, stumbling backwards and blushing quite heavily, noting with dismay that a little bit of her own 'nectar' was flowing down her inner thigh. She slowly looked back over and collapsed to her knees, crawling back over to the queen who was now leaning back, with her legs spread wide, ready and waiting for the bovine's long, thick tongue. She moaned softly before plunging her snout into the queen's crotch. She dragged her tongue across the queen's folds and moaned as the queen used one hand to pull her labia open, and the other to gently caress Anne's head, running her fingers through her hair with a soft grunt every now and then. Anne worked her tongue all over the queen's sweet, intoxicating pussy, moaning as the same nectar somehow dripped from the queen's wet folds. Anne braced her arms against the Queen's thick thighs as she felt her legs twitch and her breathing accelerate, which prompted her to let her eyes flutter closed and a bright blush to spread its way across her cheeks. She slid a hand down to massage at her own breast, moaning louder as some of her warm milk dribbled down her hand. She looked up at the queen, and was met with only a view of her belly as the queen leaned back and began grinding her hips up and down against the bovine's snout.
"W-We are most pleased with y-your..." The queen began a thought, but abruptly ended it with a loud moan and several convulsions, grasping Anne's head and grinding it against her pussy as she came, a veritable torrent of hot honey splashing into Anne's mouth. The nectar proved too strong and too overwhelming for her, and Anne passed out against the Queen's thigh. She let out a soft giggle, petting Anne's face gently.
"We think that we will have a lot of pleasurable experiences together." She said, eyeing the ample rump that Anne had left sticking up in the air.