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The center was still as she made her way to the activity room. The golden plate was still there, but as she approached, she noticed a number of new symbols and pictures that were absent on her previous visit. Setting her pack down, she reached out to pick the plate up and was startled when a bright holographic image sprung from it. She could feel that the plate was piggybacking off of her own holographic projection talents; the forest bond was acting as a translation layer between the Junimo and herself, manifested through her abilities.
The image had several packages, and Kay found she could tap them to expand into a list of requested items. The first she selected was labeled "Spring Forage", and displayed images of a leek, horseradish root, daffodil, and dandelion; below them were a series of four checkboxes. She realized she had just collected all of those things, and set about arranging them on the plate. Each addition vanished as it touched the plate; the corresponding image greyed out and a box received a check mark. When all four items had been provided, the list vanished and the box was replaced by a blooming flower.
Kay then noticed a pair of small packages had been deposited on the plate. One was a green bundle wrapped in twine, which immediately started waddling out the door. She finally realized it was being carried by a Junimo, a yellow one this time, and was likely the items she provided being taken to the hut.
The other was a small box wrapped with red ribbon and a bow, her name written on an attached tag. She quickly realized there would be kick-backs as she completed a given bundle, and opened the package to find a set of green envelopes filled with seeds. She couldn't identify them right away, so she stowed them in her pack and returned to the holograph. The other bundles were almost all forage related, one for each remaining season in the year and another labeled simply "exotic". The last was labeled "construction": it requested large amounts of wood and stone and a much smaller amount of higher quality hardwood.
Not having anything else to contribute, Kay grabbed her pack and started to leave. On her way out of the activity room, she noticed a new plate in the pantry. It, too, displayed an image, but these bundles sought a wide variety of farm goods; various seasonal crops; animal products like eggs and milk; and more labor-intensive things like cheeses, preserves, tree-borne fruits, and wine. Say, there's an idea, Kay thought to herself, I always wanted to try my hand at being a vintner. She turned and was about to leave when she noticed yet another plate, this time in front of the fish tank. Rather predictably, this one was asking for fish, and lots of them. Kay added a new item to her to-do list: "get orders from the CC". That would definitely help focus her efforts, though she wondered to what ultimate end.
*****
Pierre's was sparsely attended as Kay strode in. Abby was off to one side restocking the baking and cooking aisle, and she brightened visibly at Kay's entrance. Kay smiled warmly in return, stopping to give her a quick hug.
"How's it going? I didn't get you in trouble the other night, did I?"
"No, Mom was super happy we met. I'm kinda glad we didn't do anything, you know? I really enjoyed getting to know you."
"Yeah, I felt the same, but we're not nearly done getting to know each other yet, methinks."
Abby giggled and hugged Kay again, dipping a little to press her head into the soft heaven of Kay's boobs. Kay sighed into the hug, her hand sneaking downward for a surreptitious grab of Abby's shapely butt.
"Hey!" Pierre called from the counter, "watch your hands, you two! Don't think I don't see what's happening here!"
They quickly separated, giggling, and Kay marched up to the counter, placing her bag on it. She looked Pierre dead in the eyes. "Sir, I am happy to be the bearer of Red Dragon Farm's inaugural harvest."
Pierre's eyes widened. "What have you got for me?"
First, Kay removed the remnants of the morning's foraging (holding back one of the horseradish roots), which Pierre took and hastily priced out. Then, she pulled one of the better looking parsnips out and placed it on the counter with a flourish. "Ta da! I'm a farmer!"
"Well, that's a fine looking specimen!" Pierre was shocked; not at Kay's ability, that was pretty obvious, but at how good her first parsnip had turned out. "That's, um... I hope this isn't the only one?"
In response, Kay dumped the rest of the bag, pouring out a sizable pile of the root vegetables. Caroline had made her way out by this time and was suitably impressed.
"I think she'll do!" she said brightly. Kay smiled and bowed as Pierre rung up the total.
"So, here's what I can do for you," Pierre said, writing down the total and offering it to Kay. It was a sizable payday, though she knew there could be much larger in the future, and she gratefully accepted. "This'll put a crimp in Joja's style, I don't know where they get their produce, but it's terrible. You want this in cash?"
Kay shook her head. "Not all of it, I require additional supplies," she replied, withdrawing yet another list for the grocer. He took it and gave it a once-over. "Now this is more like it!" he said, handing it off to Caroline, who nodded in approval.
"Abby, give me a hand with this?" Abby came over and the women started collecting the various items together.
"So, uh..." Kay said, leaning with her back against the counter and talking over her shoulder, "you get that thing I asked for?"
Pierre looked around suspiciously before slowly tapping his nose. He reached behind the counter and withdrew a thin black case and a small duffel bag, placing them in front of Kay. "I hope you don't mind, I took a peek. That is a fine selection, if you don't mind me saying so."
Kay flipped the latches and opened the case, reviewing its contents, before closing it and slipping it in her bag. She regarded the duffel bag before unzipping it to look inside.
"I took the liberty of ordering you some more appropriate attire," Pierre said. "I asked Emily to help figure the measurements, she's got a real knack for it. I hope you don't mind." She looked over the clothing and was impressed, she couldn't have asked for better.
"Thank you, this will work just fine." She shook hands with Pierre, concluding their arrangement.
"You talk to Gus yet?" he asked.
"My next stop." Kay smiled at the girls as they brought over her other items. Pierre rang everything up and handed Kay the difference in a pouch. "Here's to your first harvest."
"The first of many." Kay graciously accepted the money, stowing it away as she hefted her bag.
"You coming to the Saloon tonight?" Abby asked hopefully.
Kay smiled. "I might." She blew the girl a small kiss as she left the store. Abby felt her heart lift a little as her mother wrapped an arm around her.
"She's trouble," Cari said to Pierre, who nodded sternly.
"Young lady, you'd better watch yourself around that woman." He laughed as Abby gave him a sour look. He probably didn't mean it.
*****
"A fine name for a fine weapon."
Gus regarded the contents of the case Kay had presented with a touch of envy. She had stepped into the Saloon right at noon, and after a quick salad, she briefed the barman on her plan for that evening. Fridays were his busiest night, and what Kay had in mind would likely make it extremely memorable for everyone. Especially due to certain facts of which Kay was not yet aware, but Gus didn't want to spoil that particular surprise. He agreed to keep the item behind the bar until called for, and Kay then requested the use of the hall for an hour. "Need to knock the rust out."
"Sure thing, wouldn't mind watching if you're amenable." Kay nodded her head in agreement.
They spent the next chatting as Kay practiced. Most of their conversation involved cooking and mixology, and Kay learned a lot from the experienced tavern-keeper. Kay was also able to learn more about Gus as they went; his time in the Republic Catering Corps, mustering out to Pelican Town, saving up to buy the Saloon, his ongoing search for the next future ex-Mrs. Wells. She should have known she might open up to Gus (he was a bartender, after all), and found herself happily answering the few personal questions he asked. Yes, she preferred the ladies; no, she hadn't despoiled Pierre's daughter the other night; yes, she was definitely open to marriage; no, she wasn't accepting candidates at the moment, though there certainly were quite a few of them in town.
"I'm guessing the young ladies of Pelican Town had best be on their guard around you," Gus quipped as Kay wrapped up her practice session. She smiled.
"I'm staying on my best behavior, I don't want to get run out of town on a rail just yet."
Gus laughed. "I doubt anyone would have the guts to try it. Still, probably for the best. You wouldn't want to cause a riot."
She laughed. "'Strewth." She handed the black leather case to him, and he placed it under the bar for later use. "See you tonight, Gus."
*****
The raven had perched atop the scarecrow, stamping down on the straw hat to form a sort of nest. Kay regarded the bird with a disdainful eye, but decided it was a problem for later. Setting out her purchases, she pulled her layout diagrams from her back pocket and started marking out new plots centered on the scarecrow. The work went quickly, and after tilling the fields, she broke out the new sprayer. The sap had warmed acceptably in the morning sun and now blended with water from the pond easily. She considered spraying everything, empty plots and active growth alike, but decided on just the empty plots. It turned out a little went a long way, and she had made enough proto-fertilizer to cover quite a bit of property.
Once that was done, she turned to the seeds. The green packets she had received from the Community Center were similar to the wild seeds she had collected from her clearing work, but she noticed only four main seed types in the packets versus the broader selection in the wild stuff. She set them aside and grabbed the bulk of her shop purchases. In a few hours' time, she had spread and watered crops of potatoes, green beans, cauliflower, and more parsnips. She waffled on whether to lean towards potatoes or kale as the load-bearing crop until the cauliflower came in; kale tended to fetch a higher price, but the spuds would have better yields.
All the while, the raven watched Kay as she set about her tasks. She was pretty annoyed that this bird didn't get the hint and buzz off when she'd made the scarecrow. Granted, it had watched with some interest as she constructed and planted the straw man, so that might have blunted the effect a little. When she had finished watering, she looked up at the bird and shook her head.
"Look, just ask before you start grabbing things, huh?" She gathered her tools and went back to the cabin to clean off. She had decided the mine could wait, but the delivery certainly shouldn't.
*****
2 Willow Lane was a pretty, well-maintained house on the western side of town just off the square. The Carters had lived there since before Emily was born, and both she and Haley kept the house in good order while there parents were away. For a family of four, it would be a fine house with adequate space. For a pair of sisters effectively on their own, it was maybe too much.
Haley sighed as she cleaned the kitchen. Her parents had been gone for two years at this point, traveling the world on the longest second honeymoon conceivable. She should have been used to it now, they were always leaving for as long as she could remember, and Emily had to pick up the slack. Frankly, Haley considered Em more her mother than their actual mother. She couldn't possibly fathom what Emily had given up to stay here.
Her thoughts eventually turned back to the family she wanted. Maru was smart, funny, endearingly nerdy, and smoking hot. Maru refused to believe that last part, and Haley knew Maru's body consciousness played into that personal sense of... Maru didn't consider herself ugly, she just didn't think she was pretty. Despite having heart-stopping eyes, a face that could start fights between idiot suitors, and a jaw-dropping pair of tits. Haley smiled as she thought about those massive jugs, how much Maru loved having them touched, licked, squeezed, sucked. Haley closed her eyes and imagined worshiping at the altar of Maru's breasts that moment, at least before paying her deepest respects elsewhere.
A loud knock at the door shook Haley out of her Maru-induced trance, and she called "Just a minute!" as she quickly washed and dried her hands. She stole a quick glance in a mirror to make sure she wasn't super grody before answering the door; she wasn't nearly as obsessed with her looks as she used to be, but she still had something of an image to maintain.
"Sorry, I was cle-" Haley's voice caught in her throat as she opened the door to the violet Valkyrie herself. She was wearing a green-and-black baseball tee, loose-fit jeans, and work boots. Emily was spot-on about the hair, she was rocking a full spike-top with a purple headband keeping the longer blades out of her incredible crimson eyes. Crimson! Haley had never seen eyes that seemed to glow like magma, and she was very thankful for them, otherwise she would probably have been lost in the majesty of Kaylia's chest.
"Hi, it's Haley, right?" The sight of Haley up close took Kay's breath away, and she thanked the Goddess for a quick recovery. She was wearing a blue and white sun dress which set off her pale, freckled skin and deep cleavage perfectly. Haley's face, full red lips, and soul-rending deep blue eyes were perfectly framed by her long, tousled blond hair.
The sound of her name roused Haley from her stupor. "Yes! Yes, I'm Haley! You're Kaylia!" Well, maybe not entirely from her stupor.
"Yeah, um..." Her eyes are incredibly distracting, FOCUS. "I have your horseradish!"
Haley had totally forgotten about the message board. Honestly, she threw the request up because she hadn't found time to scrounge a horseradish root herself, even though the chances of someone coming through were usually very slim.
"Yes! Thank you! Please, come in!" Haley opened the door fully, stepping aside to let Kay in. Haley's home was warm and inviting, with a red love seat and sofa arranged around a coffee table, assorted fashion magazines and dress photos scattered across its surface. A large bookshelf nearby contained numerous travel guides, books on art and photography theory, cosmetology textbooks, and a complete set of Greb's Encyclopedia of World Fashion.
Haley put the horseradish in the fridge and returned, offering a small pouch to Kay. "Thanks for that, I really appreciate it." She blushed a little as Kay accepted the payment, their hands touching briefly.
"No problem. I wanted to introduce myself, it seemed like a great chance for it." Haley's skin was impossibly soft, and Kay had to actively focus before she said something awkward. "What's the horseradish for, if you don't mind me asking?"
"Oh, right, I put that on the request to keep the boys confused." She smiled playfully. "Emily and I split them, she makes a pretty zippy dip with it, and I use it in blemish removers and skin lighteners."
Kay was impressed by the young woman's industry. "I didn't know horseradish could be used in cosmetics. I mean, they must work very well, you're so pretty." Kay instantly regretted saying anything, her cheeks coloring slightly. It was true, but way too forward for their first conversation.
Haley's own blush deepened at the compliment, and she wanted to change topics before she said something equally embarrassing. "Thanks for not telling anyone about me and Maru, we really appreciate having a place to f-... to, uh, have some quiet time." Nice save, dork, Haley thought to herself. She saw Kay's skin turn an adorable deep shade of rose.
"Not that quiet..." Kay said without thinking, distracted by memories of the torrid scene, before she got herself back under control. "Of, of course! You two looked so-I MEAN I totally understand needing to get away with a loved one, you two can come anytime. OVER. COME OVER ANY TIME."
This was bad. Kaylia prided herself on her emotional control, and now it was gone. Five minutes talking with this blond bombshell and she was beside herself. She'd only ever been this flustered around Zoria, and Z loved teasing it out of Kay. It was supposed to be endearing vulnerability for a trusted partner; here, it was devastating weakness in front of a stranger. No sir, she thought, I don't like it.
Haley felt the buzz deep in her core, and her face felt very flush. Kaylia's awkward backpedaling was hilarious, but also incredibly arousing. She wants us bad, she thought. Without thinking, Haley reached out and took Kaylia's hand in hers, looking into her eyes and smiling.
"Would... would you like that?" she asked quietly, stepping closer. "Would you like to watch us again?"
"I-..." Kay gulped, this was getting out of hand. "I don't know if that's-"
"Maru saw you, you know," Haley said, wrapping Kaylia's arm around her waist to bring them closer. Kay's eyes went wide with shock as she learned her mystery guest's identity. "She got so hot watching you, she told me all about it."
Kay couldn't believe how horny she was. With just a few words, she was ready to fully embrace Haley and kiss the taste out of her mouth. It took a massive effort, but she held back. "Haley, please-"
"She wants to suck you," Haley continued, "she wants you to explode in her mouth, and she wants to share it with me. Wouldn't you like that?" She started bringing her lips to Kay's, hovering just beyond their reach. She boldly reached down and gently caressed Kay's hardening member through her jeans. "Wouldn't you love to cum for us, mistress?" She gushed a little at the thought of giving herself over to Kaylia to use however she wanted.
WAIT.
Mistress? That one word was all it took. Kay knew Haley would have let her do anything in that moment, and the suddenness and absurdity of the entire situation finally snapped her out of the lust-fueled trance. She applied full breaks to her hormones and gently pushed Haley away by her shoulders. The action had a similar effect on the young woman, and Haley's face changed from sultry to shocked, then to horrified.
"Oh, Goddess, Kaylia, I-" Haley stammered. "I'm so sorry, I didn't-"
"It's okay," Kay said, reversing course and pulling Haley into a tight hug. "It's okay," she repeated, as the full weight of the situation finally hit home. Haley started sobbing into Kay's shirt as she returned the hug. They collapsed onto the couch and held each other like that for a while, Kay laughing quietly at how similar the embrace was to the one she and Abby shared previously, even if the circumstances were wildly different.
"It just happened so fast," Haley said as her tears subsided, "you're so pretty, and Maru's letter was so hot, and you're so pretty, and you brought me horseradish, and-"
"I'm so pretty," Kay said, smiling. Haley sniffed.
"Actually, I was going to say your boobs are really comforting." She nuzzled into the soft valley and took a deep breath through her nose. "...though, why do you smell like a cup of pine tar?"
"Logging," Kay replied, leaving it at that. Her thoughts were thoroughly muddled by the last ten minutes. First Abby, now Haley... She kept thinking back to the wizard's talk of the Valley's energy, of giving and receiving in turn and bringing the community together, and she was very certain this was not what he'd meant. She made a note to send a letter off tomorrow informing him of these events. It was chancy, but she was pretty sure Melvyn wasn't influencing everyone into insane sexy times. She couldn't be sure that there wasn't someone doing so, however; this all felt like the kind of gross wizard bullshit she dealt with in the Empire, and it needed to stop.
