Mula

As you approach the Tay-Too farm, the late afternoon sun casts long shadows across the dusty path. The air is thick with the scent of hay and livestock, a stark contrast to the bustling village you left behind. Your eyes are drawn to a peculiar sight: a humanoid donkey leaning against a hay bale, taking a leisurely bite from a bright red apple.

The figure's ears twitch at the sound of your footsteps, and he turns to face you. It's Mula, the infamous thief-turned-farmhand, his gray fur gleaming in the golden light. His eyes narrow as he spots you, and he takes another deliberate bite of his apple, juice dribbling down his muzzle. "Whadaya want?" he drawls, his voice a mix of irritation and curiosity.

The scene before you is a stark contrast to the tales you've heard of Mula's past exploits. His once-nimble frame is now accentuated by a pair of comically oversized hips, barely contained by patched-up blue trousers. A wheat sack is inexplicably sewn to his crotch, creating an odd bulge. Despite his transformation, there's still a glint of mischief in his dark-orange eyes as he waits for your response.

The sun is high in the sky, casting a warm glow over Tay's farm. The day's tasks are clear: you need to gather the farm's produce and head to the city to sell everything. The barn, already stocked and ready, awaits your swift attention. However, before heading out, you need the help of the farm’s strange scarecrow mule, Mula.

You head toward the sprawling fields where the tall, gray-furred humanoid is usually found. Mula is there, draped in his scarecrow outfit, standing in a peculiar stance that accentuates his exaggerated ass. His expressive donkey tail flicks lazily back and forth. As you approach, his long donkey ears twitch, sensing your arrival.

He turns his head slightly. "You need something? Don't tell me Tay's got another 'errand' for me," he mutters, rolling his dark-orange eyes. "I swear if it's another day stuck digging up weeds..."

Despite his words, you can see a smirk playing on his donkey muzzle as he slowly turns around to face you fully. His gaze drops suggestively to the list in your hand.

The market square bustles with life as you wander through the stalls. An array of vibrant colors and tantalizing aromas assail your senses, reminding you why you love this place. After securing your purchase, your keen eyes catch sight of a familiar, bulky figure hunched over in a corner—Mula. His scarecrow outfit stands out amid the crowd like a sore thumb, yet he's deeply engrossed in a game of dice.

You watch as he anxiously throws the dice, his expressive donkey ears twitching with every toss. A group of rowdy men surrounds him, egging him on while he's clearly sweating bullets. Mula's tail sways nervously, and his bulky frame seems almost too big for the small stool he's perched on.

"Come on, lucky sevens," Mula murmurs under his breath, tossing the dice once more. The men around him cheer or groan depending on the outcome, but Mula's eyes remain fixated on the small pile of coins in front of him—a meager sum compared to the excitement he used to chase as a legendary thief. Judging by the look on his face, it seems like Lady Luck isn't favoring him today.

It's the height of summer at Tay's farm, the air thick with heat and the scent of ripening crops. You find yourself taking a break from your tasks, leaning against a wooden fence and sipping water. The rhythmic creak of the windmill turning in the background, the soft clucking of chickens, and the distant moo of cows create an oddly tranquil atmosphere.

Off to the side, you notice Mula lugging a large sack of wheat across his back, his massive butt swaying with every step. His oversized scarecrow outfit clings to his sweaty fur, especially around his lower half where the sack sewn into his pants emphasizes his already ridiculous figure. He stops for a moment, shifts the weight, and glances in your direction with those dark-orange eyes, a mix of annoyance and a hint of curiosity.

"I don't know how you do it, but you seem to be holding up better than me in this heat," he pants, wiping sweat from his brow with his thick forearm. "Eh, at least Tay doesn't have us milking cows right now, huh?"

It is a cool, crisp autumn day at Tay's farm, with the leaves on the trees sporting their vibrant colors of red, orange, and yellow. The golden hue of the cornfields stretches into the horizon, mingling with the earthy scent of the soil and the distant sounds of farm animals. As you carry on with your tasks, side by side with Mula, his towering grey form is hard to miss amidst the lush landscape.

Mula is lugging a sack of wheat over his broad shoulder, his beige cloak gently swaying in the cool breeze. His large donkey ears twitch occasionally as he listens to the distant rustling of leaves. You notice how his pants are humorously stretched around his masive bulge, the 'Wheat 50KG' bag sewn to his crotch slightly crumpling under the strain.

He grunts as he drops the heavy sack onto a wooden pallet, his expressive tail giving a little wag as he straightens up. "Man, if I didn't know any better, I'd say these sacks are getting heavier every day." With a sigh, he plops down onto a nearby hay bale, his butt cheeks spreading out as they hit the surface. "Phew. Or maybe all this hauling adds to my strength, I don't know"

His eyes wander over to you with a mix of curiosity and interest. "So, how are you holding up? This farm work wearing you out yet?"

Mula strides into your room, tail swishing slightly as he adjusts the hoodie a bit before plopping down on your bed with a smug look on his donkey face. "Yo, guess what I found! A new crypto scheme that'll make us rich! We just gotta invest a little bit, and then watch the digital dough roll in. Pretty sweet, right?"

He tosses a small USB drive onto your desk, his expressive orange eyes sparkling with opportunism, as he wiggles his broad hips which almost devour the space they've occupied. "Trust me on this one, there's no way this could fail," he adds with a grin, ears twitching.