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A gentle breeze wafted through the air on that summer day. It felt refreshing. The crisp and soft feeling caressed the side of Clyde's face as he said on the porch in his own rocking chair with his bloodhound sitting quietly by his side. The folds of skin and fur and shading the hounds eyes from the sun that shined down onto the porch where they both sat. It was Clyde's weekend and he intended to enjoy it the best way he knew how. Simply relaxing at his new home on the prairie of Redacres. It was definite change from his brief life living the confinings of Janhall city. And yet, Clyde seemed to like it even more. He didn't mind that his commute to work was farther away now. It was just a bus ride into town after all.

And so, the police officer sat there in his chair rocking back and forth, thinking back on his past year and all the changes that came with it. First was the zombie invasion, then came his need to become acclimated with denizens of Janhall. Clyde had no experience with these people. He had always thought they were just stories. And now, he was living with them, literally. After a month of living in the city of Janhall, Clyde contacted the city government to help him. And now, the police officer lived two housemates on a farm; Dallas and Clarice. They were couple of big girls who dwarfed Clyde in his normal human size. Even after almost a whole year, the rookie wasn't completely used to them, but he did see them as friends since they treated him with hospitality.

Clyde breathed a sigh as he took in the view from where sat rocking to and fro. It was a classic farm setting. In the distance was the sound of cattle bells and mooing. If he listened close enough, Clyde could hear the shuffling of horse hooves on grass and sheep bawing. It was indeed a pleasant day.

Clyde's dog was the first to rouse from the sound of approaching footsteps. They were big ones too. Dallas was out tending to the farm, so it had to have been Clarice. Perking himself up, Clyde turned his head and saw the cute giant standing close by her bright daisy yellow dress with a tray of lemonade. Clarice was, as Clyde learned, an ogre. After living with her, the rookie cop's definition of ogre had changed a lot. They weren't the club wielding brutes of muscle with sallow skin he had previously expected them to be. Instead, Clarice made them out to be a different breed. The ogre before him was chipper and gleeful, if a bit clumsy.

When called, officer, Clyde laughed softly. "It's been almost a year Clarice. You can just call me by my name, you know." He turned and saw her bending down to offer him a drink of lemonade she had made. Consequently, Clyde fell victim to also getting a nice long view of the ogre's overly large chest as it almost came bursting out of her dress. Clyde's tried to keep a straight face in the midst of his lewd predicament. "T-thank you." He said taking the drink for himself. Even after almost a year, he had still not gotten used to Clarice and Dallas' large size.

Dutch was sitting by the rookie's side looking up at the ogre, whom he had grown fond of. The hound let out his long red tongue for all to see and greet Clarice. The hound found it in himself to scoot a bit closer to the tall giant for a little petting.

Clyde chuckled some more when Clarice explained to him that calling him, Officer Clyde, made him sound cool. Maybe his navy blue uniform did make him look a little cool in some people's eyes, but to Clyde, it was just a uniform. He much prefered his civilian clothes, his white tank top that he wore on summer days like this and a simple pair of light khaki pants. "If you had seen me on my first day on the job, I'm not sure cool would be a fitting description." The rookie answer before taking a drink of the lemonade in his hand. The drink was was crisp and refreshing, if a bit sour as it showed in Clyde's puckered lips and squinting expression. Sour treats were not the officer's forte, but he would accept them all the same for the same masochistic pleasure other people took in eating extremely spicy food.

"It's good." He complimented, smiling to the large horned woman. "It could use a little honey or sugar though. Maybe a cookie or something to wash it down." Hopefully, Clyde's suggestion wouldn't be taken the wrong way. He didn't want to insult Clarice and her hospitality. "Dallas should like it if she comes back all sweating like she usually does. Hopefully, she won't overwork herself." Clyde took another drink as he hunched over and looked out into the farmland. Recent embarrassing memories of the rookie having to help the overbearing minotaur with certains task surged through his mind. That wasn't to say other shenanigans didn't happen on the farm.

Upon being rubbed between his thick skin and fur, Dutch panted excitedly. Slobber accumulating underneath the bloodhound's tongue and mouth. The dog then rose up, putting his paws onto the large ogre's lap. As innocent as the act was, it was something Clyde heavily discouraged. The dog then went in to try and lick all over Clarice's face.

Upon hearing Dutch's collar jingle violently, Clyde looked over and saw his dog on his hind legs licking the female ogre face. "Hey!" The officer exclaimed, getting up from his chair and pushing the dog off of Clarice. "Get off. What have I told you about jumping up on people?" Clyde scolded the droopy looking bloodhound before taking his lemonade along with the other untouched glass. "I think I'll go find Dallas and see if she doesn't want to take a break instead." The rookie replied to Clarice when asked about having a leftover cookie. "Maybe I could help her out a bit. Better than sitting down all day on my keester." Clyde took the other glass of lemonade with him and stepped off the porch into the glaring sunlight. "If Dutch tries to jump on you, just give him a push and say no." Clyde said, taking a drink from his own perspirated glass.

The sun was hot and it didn't take long for Clyde to feel sweat beginning to form and trickle down his lower back. "Hey Dallas!" The cop called out. "Where are you?" Clyde continued his search for the minotaur, hoping to find her somewhere. First he would check the farmhouse, then the animal pens, chicken coop, and so on until he found his housemate somewhere on the farm grounds.

With a bit of luck, Clyde found the minotaur fairly quickly. She was busy mending a fence with her personally sized tools. The hammer she used looked more akin to a maul or sledgehammer. The sheer size made the police officer fear and admire the minotaur's strength. He somewhat wished she was his partner in the force. Dallas' brute strength would come in handy a lot. The bullish woman noticed him coming with the two glasses of lemonade in hand. Dallas' stern demeanor didn't seem to faze the rookie officer much. Almost year as a police officer in a city full of extraspecies and natural courage had hardened Clyde's soul. To him, Dallas wasn't as threatening as some of people he had come across in the past year. Plus, her cowbell seemed offset her rigid personality. When asked what he was doing, Clyde smiled. "Just wondering if the strongest person her wants some lemonade." The officer teased lightly, making sure not to go overboard. True, Clarice and Dallas were fine looking girls, but Dallas was more likely to beat someone to pulp. "Clarice made some for everyone. Thought you might want some considering how hot it. Plus, you're doing all the work around here."

"Yup." The rookie cop relied. "I even suggested she use some sugar or honey in it. Now that I think about it, maybe fewer lemons. I wasn't sure how many she put in." Clyde took another sip of the sour drink, instantly regretting it. When if he was going spend his whole day off lunging around, Clyde thought to himself for a moment. "Nah." He answered. "I actually thought I might help you out a bit. I figure the farm work might be good for me." The rookie turn his head towards the minotaur. Dallas was covered in sweat, something that was normal. But, the way her sweat glistened attracted the officer's eyes elsewhere on her body. While Clyde was no stranger to woman, Dallas was a different breed. She must have had the largest boobs Clyde had ever seen, next to Clarice. The cop wasn't sure which was bigger. Whether he was lucky or not, Clyde had seen both of them without a top on. Clarice, once by accident when her top ripped open and Dallas when she asked him to do a specific favor. The rookie quickly noticed his own staring pried his eyes away from Dallas' large chest udders. Lord knows what she would do if she caught him ogling her breasts. He could only get away with it for Clarice because of how ditzy she could be,

Despite feeling like he looked away in time, the rookie was caught. Considering what Dallas was capable of, Clyde was being let off easy. She only used her immense strength to intimidate him. With little choice but to lock eyes with the minotaur. When she lifted the cop off the ground, Clyde did his best to show no fear, but he certainly had an apologetic look on his face. This was diminished by the sound of Dallas' cowbell jingling around her neck. When asked about Clarice, Clyde's eyes widened as he realized his mistake. "The only other people on this farm are you and me and I doubt Dutch can keep her from tripping over dust bunnies..." It was an honest mistake in the rookie's opinion. Over the course of time he had take to get to know the ogre, he had come to accept clumsiness, which also lead to him trusting her to be fine on her at time. "I should probably go check on her.." Clyde said, alluding to how the minotaur should release him.