DNA Valkyrie - Volume 3 - Chapter 6: Trouble At The Farm

Volume 3 - Chapter 6: Trouble At The Farm

Over the weekend, Cynthia was spending some tranquil time, a little bit of time off before getting back to work with Simon’s case on Monday. The tired private investigator was currently in one of the interior hot springs of the mansion. The large room was filled with thick steam. We could barely see in here. She was alone. She sought privacy as she washed herself using a big, pink sponge.

First, she started massaging and cleaning her body, diving the sponge in the hot water before getting it all over her skin. Cynthia hadn’t had the opportunity to take a real bath for a bunch of weeks. During her business trip to Daisy-Road, she could only take showers. When it was warm enough outside, she occasionally went swimming at the beach, but, of course, it didn’t do much to wash her body.

Ever since the Néné’s case wrapped up and that Cynthia was made allowed to live in the mansion, she had taken real pleasure and habit in taking baths in the hot springs. Before all this, she didn’t even have a shower in her old, shitty apartment. She was lucky when she could use the showers in Joss’s club. She was now on the other end of the spectrum compared to what she had before. She was living luxuriously.

Entirely naked, she softy rubbed the pink sponge all over her often jiggling breasts that floated just above the warm, steaming water. She felt so good and comfortable in here that she blushed and closed her eyes, deeply relaxing. When her entire body had been properly scrubbed with the sponge, she calmly swam to the edge of the hot springs to grab a bottle of liquid soap she brought with her. The bottle was sitting on one of the many artificial rocks that were displayed all over the room. Right next to the bottle, there was Cynthia’s cellphone, sitting there. She shook the bottle, opened it, and then proceeded to shoot a great deal of that creamy white-looking liquid soap all over her body, starting with her MMM cup titties.

Sploosh! Sploosh! The splashes of liquid soap accidentally looked like the shape of a few horses on her chest. She placed the bottle back on the rock and used the palms of her hands to extend and applied the soap everywhere on her upper body.

Gosh… I’m so glad I’m having the weekend all for me before the next case… She thought as hundreds and hundreds of soapy bubbles garnered around her in the hot spring. She also kept using the sponge to protect her body from any dirtiness.

Meanwhile, as she was busy doing her stuff, in the shadows of the room, a man silently stepped in. He circled around the pool of water, obscured by the thick steam that was making a fog all over the place. The man brought a tower of fresh towels and carefully placed it on the same rock where her cellphone was. Suddenly, the phone started ringing.

Ring. Ring. Ring. Ring. The man was startled at first, but then grabbed the object. He took a look at the caller ID on the screen: Pomegranate Farm. Cynthia couldn’t hear the ringing from where she was in the water.

“Cynthia!” The man shouted. She didn’t hear him. “Cynthia! You’re getting a call!” He shouted a little louder, she heard him this time. Surprised, she quickly spun around and noticed that Sebastian was standing in the room with her phone in hand. At first, she thought the butler was here to perv on her so her first reflex was to hide and cover her large soapie jugs. But then, pretty quickly, she realized how silly she was behaving. First of all, she had nothing to hide since Sebastian had already seen all the goods. Second, the butler never seemed interested in her anyway. Her phone kept ringing and she was too far to get to it in time.

“I’m too far, answer it, Sebastian!” She told him.

“Okay…” He accepted the call. “... Cynthia Widdowfield, private eye. How can I help you?”

“Um… Hello?” The hesitant voice on the other side of the line said.

“Hello?”

“Um… I thought Cynthia Widdowfield as a woman… You don’t really sound like a…”

“My apologies, mister. Miss. Widdowfield is bathing at this moment. I only answer the call for her. I will now hand the phone to her…”

“Bathing you said?” Sebastian ceased communicating with the caller as Cynthia quickly swam to him. He immediately gave her the cellphone.

“Hello, Cynthia Widdowfield here. What can I do for you?” She answered.

“Yes. It’s better now. My name is Tom Roenick. I own and manage a farm a little outside Ecstasy and I’d like to meet you concerning some issues I’m having… I’d like to hire you as soon as possible, to be honest…”

“Wow… Sounds like you are having a bunch of problems judging from the tone of your voice?” She was getting worried about him.

“Yeah. It has been a rough few weeks. It would be better if you could meet soon. I could show you what’s going on…”

“Sure. Would tomorrow be fine?” She asked him.

“Yeah. Fine…” Cynthia stepped out of the hot water as she was still on the phone with her potential new client. She showed her entire body to the butler. He blushed. He couldn’t look away from her.

“Did you only come in here to bring me towels because you wanted to take a peek?” She whispered to him as she was still on the phone with the farmer.

After asking politely, Sebastian was the one who took her to the farm outside of the city. The butler drove an ancient-looking car. The client gave her the address and they spent two and a half hours riding together.

When they finally arrived at the farm, Cynthia went alone to meet Tom Roenick while Sebastian stayed behind to make a few repairs on the vehicle. Since it was a pretty old car, it required quite a lot of attention.

“Told you not to take that trainwreck…” Cynthia told him with a sly smile on her face. “... I warned you…”

“Why don’t you go meet your client instead of mocking me?” Sebastian riffled back at her.

“That’s exactly where I’m going.”

“Cynthia…”

“Yeah?”

“Be careful… Okay…?” She didn’t think anything of it and walked toward the farm. After walking for a while, passing by multiple garages, she finally saw a house in the far distance. This was the first place she thought about where Tom might be. At this point, she could no longer see Sebastian and the car. She was very far away from him. When she arrived at the house, she was about to climb a few stairs before reaching the front door. However, as she was about to hit the stairs, she heard a horrifying growling from nearby. Instead of climbing up the stairs, she jumped and stepped back from the house a little. She desperately looked around to find what had made that noise. Nervous, she starting breathing really fast. She looked everywhere, but couldn’t see anything. The mysterious animal growled again. She turned her head to the source of the noise. It was above. Above her. She looked up and she saw it. The animal was sitting on top of the house. On the roof.

It’s on the roof! It’s a dog! No! It’s bigger! It’s something else! She thought, fucking scarred to Death. Without her having time to prepare, the beast jumped off the roof and attacked Cynthia. By sheer luck, she, fortunately, managed to avoid the assault and the animal landed on the ground next to her.

No… It can’t be a dog… It must be a wolf… A prehistoric dire wolf… She kept thinking, coming to the realization that she was facing a rare dire wolf. That thing was about twice the size of a normal grey wolf and had dark black fur. It stared at her with bloody red eyes. Cynthia had absolutely no idea how to deal with such an out of control beast. She encountered a Spinosaurus before, but that one was only a kind, horny pet. This dire wolf wasn’t messing around. The two didn’t move. They stared at each other. If she started running, he would, of course, come after her and catch up with her in seconds. This was her a bad option. But options were exactly what she didn’t have right now. She hoped Sebastian heard her screaming earlier, but that was most unlikely since she was now so far from where they originally parked.

While she didn’t move a muscle, the dire wolf still suddenly came at her after their long standoff. The only thing Cynthia had to do was to blink once and that was enough for the beast to attack her again. It jumped at her as she turned around, trying to flee. It grabbed the backend of her trench coat with its mouth in her run. The dire wolf pulled the trench coat out of her, removing it from her body as it made a huge bite into it, shredding, and destroying a big portion of the coat. Because of this assault, Cynthia lost balance and fell on the dirty ground. The dire wolf chewed up parts of her coat for a few seconds before switching its attention back to her. It saw her lying down on the ground. For the first time through its rage, the wolf noticed the beautiful and curvy body of the woman. It mainly noticed her huge ass as it was no longer covered by the coat. The dire wolf ran at her before she could get up. She protected using her hands. The beast suddenly stopped its run and stared once more at her. Immobile. Staring right next to her. Towering over the frightened woman. The wolf accidentally drooled all over her face as it examined her. Confused, Cynthia noticed that there was a huge bulge between the four legs of the animal… That was his member. His quickly growing wolf cock.

“I guess it officializes that you are a male…” The dire wolf rubbed his dirty nose all over her big butt and smelled it. “Hold on… What are you doing?...” The smelling evolved into licking. He lifted up her skirt using his nose and then licked her buttocks with his disgustingly large red tongue. She was surprised at first, but then very quickly, she started enjoying what was going on. Her ovaries had been awoken. She progressively went from terrified to sexually excited in a short window of time. She smiled. Blushed. She was now sitting on her four on the ground as the horny dire wolf stood behind her, licking her buttocks, then her butt-hole, getting the whole package. His tongue was so long that the tip of it easily reached the exterior of her pussy and even her clitoris as he stuck his head deep between her legs. He was eating at and there was nothing she could do about it. Nor did she had any intention in doing so even if she could. She moaned as he licked her vagina and her butt-hole. The two all at once. They did it in this position for four minutes before the animal pushed her over on the ground, pushing her on her back using his head and his legs. Once she was on her back, the dire wolf finally had a good look at her voluptuous breasts. His eyes grew wide and turned from red to white. The detective in peril grabbed her own breasts and made them shake, taunting the wolf. She took both of them out of her tank top and showed her semi-naked tits to him. She was still wearing her DNA Valkyrie bra.

“Is this what you are interested in, big dog?” He then walked over her, placing his two front legs around her head as he went down on her, licking her breasts. He devoured her. Enjoying her chest. After licking her big boobs for a long time, he started nibbling on her nipples through the sockets of the bra. One at a time. It hurt her a little bit, but managed to accidentally find herself enjoying the rough nibbling.

Maybe he thinks he can drink from them as if I was his Mother? She thought. As the dire wolf eased up a little, more and more trusting her, he allowed her to get up from his grasp. She knelt next to him, making herself as his height. The prehistoric wolf kissed her on the mouth. Quickly pushed his dog tongue inside of her, down her throat. Fucking her with his tongue. The animal drooled all over the place on her breasts and on her thick knees. When he was done sucking her mouth, Cynthia rewarded the beast by removing her fossilized brassiere. She placed it away in a pile of grass and then turned away from the dire world. She knelt forward and lifted up her ass as high as possible in the air.

“Satisfy yourself, little pet!” She offered him her butt. He walked closer, placed his front legs on top of her lower back and introduced his bestial fully erect cock into her anus. He charged into her and they were now fucking. Cynthia pulled the grass out of the ground as she pulled on it when she had the dire wolf ramming his member into her ass. She moaned extremely loudly. Luckily for her, there was no one that could see her being fucked by the prehistoric wolf. Tom, the farmer was nowhere to be seen so she thought there was no risk that anyone would see her. Personally, she preferred getting banged by the animal instead of being eaten and killed by it. It was a good deal. And she was getting a kick out of it as well.

Being an angry, aggressive creature, the dire wolf got out of control and smashed the interior of her ass harder and harder… Incredibly hard until he ejaculated deep inside of her. Filling her up with savagery and bestiality. In order to prevent his semen from falling off from her anus, his cock was revealed to be firmly attached to her hole. He remained stuck in her for a little while… Normally this would be to make sure to impregnate the female, but since he had been fucking her in the ass, this didn’t really matter, but still happened.

“I see that you’ve already met my pet, Norwood…” Cynthia heard a young voice coming from the house. The same voice from her phone calls for this new case thing. She turned her head to the house and she saw Tom Roenick, the farmer and owner of this land. But he didn’t look like the man she expected. Instead of an older dude she would except running a farm, she saw a young, well-coiffed, pretty man with boyish charm to him. He wasn’t Human, he was Urzax. Crystal blue eyes. Short blonde hair. A reptilian tail. Cynthia thought he looked gorgeous. Upon seeing him, the dire wolf quickly removed himself from the woman’s anus and stepped away from her.

“Nice to meet you… Your guard-dog kind of jumped at me…” She declared that plenty of wolf cum came out of her ass and got all over the ground. Tom ran up to her. He offered to pick her up as she was still lying on her four.

“My apologies. Norwood doesn’t see a lot of visitors… Even less so beautiful lady visitors like you…” She blushed. Charmed, she accepted his hand and he picked her right up from the ground, getting up on her feet. He then went to fetch her prototype bra and gave it back to her. “Kind of an odd bra… I have never seen one like it before…” She took it back.

“It just came out in stores,” she joked just before putting it back on, making sure to tease the farmer with her naked breasts prior to wearing it again. She comfortably placed her nipples in the sockets and it was on. Tom was, of course, very much impressed by what the detective looked like. A certain bulge could be seen from the exterior of his pants.

“You look gorgeous, I understand why Norwood likes you so much…”

“Likes me so much? I’m glad he didn’t kill me. You just probably get him a leash…” Disappointed by what happened, he went to fetch her chewed up trench coat and handed it back to her.

“I’m so sorry for what happened… I hope you’re alright… Please let me know if you need to go to the hospital. I’ll escort you myself.”

“Stop it. He didn’t hurt me. I was lucky… Plus, I already got a chauffeur…”

“You do?” He was surprised by the competition perhaps?

“...” She didn’t respond. She was a little pissed regarding what happened. Pissed the farmer interrupted them before she could have an orgasm…

“Oh, I’m sorry for your coat as well, I’ll get you a new one…”

“Don’t bother. I’ll be fine…” She took it back before placing it on her back.

“So… With everything that happened… Are you still okay with getting information about the job?”

“Sure… I didn’t do two and a half hours of the road for nothing after all… On the phone, you mentioned your pigs were in poor health and that no specialist knew what was going on right?” She asked.

“Yes… Please follow me…” And she did.

He brought her the main, big barn where most of the pigs were currently being fed with machines that automatically gave them food. Norwood followed them. He was still super hot for Cynthia. Despite having robots to feed the animals, nearly none of them were accepting food. The prehistoric pigs were extremely skinny. Sick. Dying. Unable to eat anything. They occasionally drink, but barely.

“Seventy different veterinarians came to my farm and tried to save my animals… They all tried to figure out what was wrong with them, but none of them were able to… In the end, those vets transported the virus my pigs seem to have left the farm and contaminated other animals elsewhere… Killing many others in the process… No other specialist wants to come here to take a jab at trying to figure out the problem… So, that’s why I turned to a detective… I have no idea what to do… I’m tired and desperate…” The farmer told her as they walked in the barn, passing by dying animals. Flies were around them, knowing that they’ll die soon…

“Your dire wolf seems fine. Why is he not being contaminated by the virus?”

“It seems like it’s not doing anything to dogs and wolves… But it’s affecting all my pigs, horses, and chickens… If I lose my animals, I’ll also lose the farm and my property… Everything…”

“I see. When did your animals first start getting sick?”

“Only two months ago… Can you imagine that? And now I lost more than half of what I had…”

“Did you do anything different in the past two months that could explain the sudden apparition of this virus or disease?”

“Not that I’m aware of… Same food… Same everything… I didn’t do anything different…”

“Alright. While I can’t promise you to save your animals, I’ll do everything I can to figure out what is happening here. And I’m aware that time is an important factor, but I’ll only be able to come back here next week due to me having multiple cases at the moment… Is that okay?” She explained to him.

“I understand. It sounds reasonable. How much do I own you? Do I need to pay upfront?” He asked.

“Let’s discuss this outside… Shall we? Then I’ll investigate the more I can today before coming back next week.”

After setting everything clear with Tom outside and discussing business, the private eye later came back alone in the same barn. This time alone, making it easier for her to focus, investigating. Tom listened to her and put Norwood in a leash. The dire wolf was no longer following her everywhere she went.

She thought it smelled so bad in here. All those dying pigs smelled the worst. She suspected some of them were already dead, some of them were lying down, not moving. She inspected all the pigs present in the barn. She looked at how skinny they were. At how tired and fragile they were. Some of them had disgusting black spots all over their bodies. She concluded that the ones that had their disease the most advances had those spots. They were near Death. One of the details she paid close attention to was to note the actual sex of those infected pigs. To her surprise, all the animals in the barn were males. No females at all. She thought it was an interesting thing that they all had in common.

Exploring the barn, she found a door that led outside, deeper into the farm. It was not the door she originally used to get in. Outside, she arrived at the area where Tom kept his prehistoric horses. He didn’t mention those horses to her. She stepped on the side of the wooden barrier of their enclosure and leaned forward, taking a look at the animals. There were dozens of them. They didn’t look as bad as the pigs, but something was clearly wrong about them as well. They weren’t running. They were incredibly skinny. Some of them had the same black spots as the pigs inside.

The pigs look worse than them… Perhaps the infection began with the animals inside and then contaminated the horses outside at a later time… She thought to herself. As she watched the horses for a long time, one of them slowly walked up to her. Looked at her through the fence.

“Hey, you? What’s your name?” She addressed the young-looking horse with a cute voice. The animal moved closer to her, he smelled Cynthia. Overjoyed and simply comforted to see at least one horse doing okay and aware of his surroundings, she extended her right arm and offered to pet him. He accepted as he placed his head on top of the fence. She petted it on the head and then caressed his neck. Out of nowhere, the horse started shaking and vomited a strange white, yellowish liquid all over Cynthia’s right hand, all over her palm.

To her, it looked and it smelled like cum.

“What the fuck?” She shouted.

What the hell is happening…? She thought.