Author's note: Welcome to chapter 2 of this Stardew Valley story! I hope you will enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it. By way of a content warning, it features intersex characters, large to massive breasts, oral sex, a tenuous grasp of modern fashion design, incestuous relationships, large cumshots, horrifically purple prose, a lot of non-sexual content, mild Socialist leanings, and most importantly, an amateurish ability to write sexy scenes. These warnings will be updated per chapter as necessary. If any of these are of little interest to you, the reader, I offer my apologies.
Disclaimer: All characters engaging in sexual activity are at least 18 years of age.
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Chapter 2: Meetings, Messages, and That Dragon, Capitalism
Kaylia awoke with a start as the skies above began to open. The rain was cool, but not as cold as she would have expected for an early spring rain. It was still quite dark out, and she slowly made her way to the pile of clothes by the southern pond. She took her time gathering her things and making her way back to the cottage, the rain washing the sticky remains of her incredible orgasm away. She laid the clothes over the dining chair and set it a few feet in front of the fireplace, hoping the heat from the dying embers would dry them out. She climbed into the creaky bed and wrapped herself in the blankets. Before long, sleep claimed her once again.
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Spring 3, Year 1
The rain was expected to continue through most of the day, but would make way for clear skies tomorrow, or so said the morning weather report. Kay had casually flipped the television on for the first time since arriving in town, and the local morning show was acceptably pleasant and low-key. She realized she should probably pay attention to at least the weather report on a daily basis, and the ads for nightly reruns of
Queen of Sauce
sounded like a great way to end the day, but she otherwise tuned out the box as she got ready.
She regarded the large assortment of seeds she had gathered from yesterday's clearing work. Acorns, rock pine cones, and maple seeds from the logging; and a broad variety of Goddess knew what from the small shrubs and other undergrowth. Kay figured the random seeds would be good filler if she wanted to have crops in the ground, though she wasn't sure what she'd get. The tree seeds presented a solution to a different sort of problem, as Kay started fashioning them into field rations. She had learned this trick on the battlefield, where such rations were nutritious, energizing, and woefully necessary in the absence of a proper resupply.
She stored them in a chest along with her tools, one of a pair she had cobbled together the day previous. The other was just outside the cabin and currently held the bounty of her space-clearing: fiber bundles, jars of sap she had collected from trees otherwise labeled for demolition, another large pile of assorted seeds, and a surprising amount of anthracite and bituminous coal left over from rock-smashing. She'd even found a lump of copper ore randomly, and had wondered about what to do with it.
Kay thought about the day ahead of her. She didn't need to water the field, the rain would graciously shoulder that task. She knew some additional logging would likely be the most productive use of her time, but not in this weather. She eyed the fishing pole and decided a bit of angling was in order. She grabbed it and, passing the chest outside, also the copper nugget. She still needed to meet the blacksmith, this seemed a good opportunity for it.
After trying her hand at catching some fish, anyway.
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"Turn this way, something about that line still doesn't look right."
Haley shifted on the box as Emily looked at her sister's reflection in the array of mirrors before them. Emily had developed serious skill as a seamstress over the past year, thanks in no small part to Haley. The sisters discovered a shared passion for haute couture, and they eagerly collaborated on all manner of dresses, gowns, tunics, blouses, pants, suits, pantsuits, and hats. While they both involved with design, Emily was a master of production and tailoring, while Haley took photos of finished pieces that looked straight out of a professional magazine layout. They worked great together as a team, but that should be no surprise for two young sisters with deep bonds forged over shared trauma.
The dress in question was a sleek bodycon/sheath hybrid number Emily had been thinking about for a while, in a fabulous black satin she'd found on a fabric trip to the city. Currently, the girls were considering the key feature, an asymmetrical skirt that sat above Haley's left knee before dropping dramatically, tapering to a point above her right ankle. As it was still being stitched together, they hadn't had Haley walk yet to get a sense for its movement; the concept looked great in the sketches, but something about the realized look was...
"Is it the skirt drop?" Haley asked.
"Maybe." Emily frowned. "It just looks... off? Like it's off-balance, but I know it isn't."
Haley studied the skirt and immediately saw what Emily did. The skirt cut a pretty severe diagonal across her legs, and the effect was off-putting. "Wait, how about this?" Haley took hold of the outside edges of the skirt, holding the left edge in place as she raised the right side. The resulting line descended gracefully until turning sharply at about the middle of the right thigh and dropping almost straight down.
"Ooh, I like that," Emily agreed. She helped Haley out of the dress and put it back on the form, kneeling down to start marking the needed alterations as Haley slipped into her pajamas.
"So..." Emily said, casting a devious look out of the corner of her eye at her sister, "how's Maru doing?"
Haley sighed as she dropped into a big beanbag chair. "She's still super nervous about talking to her parents. I mean, I get it, I totally get it, but I HATE that we can't just be out."
"You think they would have a problem with that?" Emily looked over with concern, she wouldn't have thought Robin and Demetrius could be that close-minded.
Haley shook her head. "Oh! No, not about about her being gay or anything like that. Because, well..."
"Sebastian." the sisters said in unison.
"Like, I'm sure Robin would be super chill with it. It's mostly her dad has pretty high expectations for her, you know? She's so smart, she will absolutely change the world someday, and I don't think he likes the idea of anyone getting in the way of that?"
Emily nodded sagely. "His little girl is becoming a woman. That's a tough pill to swallow for a parent. Sounds like they've got a communication problem."
Haley nodded in agreement. "Did you ever feel like that when I was younger?"
Emily got up and dropped into the beanbag next to her sister, throwing an arm around her and snuggling in. "You know, I did a little when you first told me about Maru. But I was also so proud of you putting yourself out there for someone like that, it made it more manageable. There's a pretty big difference between me and Mr. Wright, though."
Haley looked at Emily, curious.
"I've gone through this on both sides. Also, I, too, am a woman."
"Ah!" they said, again in unison, before devolving into laughter. Haley snuggled deeper into Emily's arm, closing her eyes and appreciating her big sister's presence.
"But, really," Emily said, "how was she?" She laughed as Haley smacked her in the face with a pillow.
"She was good, we really miss each other. We both needed it."
"Did you get caught? That new farmer moved in two days ago, you know."
Haley's face turned beet red as she tried to sink as far down into the beanbag as possible. "I mean, we didn't know that, so we thought we were still okay..."
Emily's eyes grew wide. "Oh no! You didn't wake her up, did you?"
"...maybe?"
