Humanoid Fruit Farm

Jason was dressed in his sunday best -- a straw hat and a pair of overalls -- as he fished through his toolbox. He found his small gardening sheers and made his way out to the pasture.

His farm was owned by his family for at least five generations. It was modestly sized, and while they had needed to hire people to help maintain it, most of their staff were siblings or cousins or whatever else within the same family. Jason's dad had retired from running the farm and had left it in his hands.

Making up a sizable chunk of the land were acres of crops. Vines growing out of the ground with large leaves hiding much of the soil. The automatic sprinklers have just finished watering for the morning, leaving the leaves to shine with dew.

Jason moved a leaf of one of the vines to the side. Sleeping under the brush was a woman. Her hair was long and a dark shade of green. Her skin was light green with darker green stripes, her lips a light pink. She slept peacefully, her body completely nude, the end of the vine connecting to her stomach like an umbilical cord.

Humanoid Fruit were one of many oddities in the world. They were classified as a low-tier form of dryad, or magical plant monster. While they were humanoid in shape, their behavior was more in line with domesticated animals. They were grown for their bodily fluids, milked to be processed and used as cooking ingredients, homeopathic remedies or a refreshing juice.

Jason's family specialized in growing and breeding Watermelon fruit. They've been doing it for generations and their product was the best in the state.