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Barnyard Blast v2 Wip 2
🕑 Added 2023-06-01 10:13:03 +0000 UTCContinued from WIP 1
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“Thank you, Mr. Berring. Have a good day.” Evan stood up and made for the door.
“Wait Evans. My previous offer still stands! I hate to see you alone out there, Son. Your Father and I may not have been very close. But he was a good man, and you are too. Horses I already have too much of, but a Barn? A farm? A great future employee? Those I am willing to spend the Golds to get.” Mr. Berring looked at Evan; the young man looked at the older gentleman as he considered his offer for a second. But Evan was too angry still; he pushed the door open and headed outside. Mr. Berring stared at the door as it closed shut, and his secretary came in.
“Ha… The poor boy. Dearie, please draft a letter of employment for Mr. Gallaow and send it out tomorrow. He’ll need time to cool off, but I refuse to let him lose everything and become a beggar or thief.” Mr. Berring said solemnly. The Half Moon Elf nodded and exited once again.
Outside the Berring’s store, Evan stopped, his chest pounding with anger as he wanted to shout and throw these coins away. Twelve Silvers were enough to feed a family low-quality food for months, even with lodging, or some medium and even high-quality food for a month. But that was eight silvers short of two gold, let alone the five he had truly wanted for Dot. Evan may not have been formally educated, but he was a smart young man who knew time was running out. His farm was slowly falling apart, one young man for a dozen acres, now without a single horse… the Barn was low on upkeep and needed several repairs… Everything was falling apart for him. Evan closed his eyes and swore quietly, over and over, till he shook his head and stomped off towards the markets. Maybe he could hire a few workers for a month to make up the losses and sell as much of his crop as possible? His father had been one of the only people in town to plant greenhide stalks, the Barley from them could almost be harvested. And while it was less than he wanted… It should be worth several silvers. With that… what could he do?
“Dad… Shit!” Evan rubbed his eyes and decided to head into town. He’d need more food for the animals he still had and food for himself too.
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“Princess, please come back. We haven’t scouted the town fully yet, and your Father will be sending a [Message] when he returns to the estate.” A panicked Centaur male wearing the common clothing of a Belise standard employee, a green and black blazer with golden embroidery with a white undershirt, with a large black belted caparison to cover his horse half properly with the symbol of the Belise Company stitched in exotic red, orange, and black. The company motto spiraling around it “Whenever Belise is called, we will answer. For a price.” The ‘Princess’, however, ignored him. Towering over him even though he was over six feet himself, the average height for normal-breed centaurs.
“Haa? We’ve done nothing but trot for hours! I’ve already run out of snacks, and besides,” The ‘Princess’ of the Belise looked ahead at the town they had officially arrived in. Having passed two farms already to make sure they were on the right track, while there were many buildings of moderate size, it almost looked as if the town were deserted! “Look at this place! There’s barely anyone here. Why would we need to worry about being attacked in a farming commune? If you’re that scared, just stay hitched to the Cart. I can go in myself and finish this foolish contract before Father checks in, then we can head home, and I can eat proper dinner. Kallani, free me.” The towering Centauress stated, her arrogance and disdain hanging true in her voice. Though she’d never talk so rudely if her father or someone she respected were here…
“Lady Ophelia, I apologize that we are not your usual attendants. But please, do give us some grace. We only want to make sure the Heiress of the Belise Company, no, the Belise Family, is well taken care of. If we ignored you and let you do whatever you pleased and something happened, we would have nothing but guilt and shame in our heads until your Father rightfully punished us.” Kallani spoke, the third centaur of their group. She was a bit taller than her cowardly companion but still dwarfed by the ‘princess’ as well. Still, she obediently walked to Lady Ophelia’s flanks and unlatched her from the cart. While it seemed odd to have the ‘princess’ pulling a cart while Kallani was free to move as she pleased. It made sense to anyone just watching; the heiress was bigger than any draught horse in the town! Lady Ophelia shook herself free and sighed in annoyance as she stretched her arms, not caring that a few citizens from the town had come out to see the new visitors. Many of them had never seen a centaur before, let alone one like Ophelia.
Ophelia was a titan of a Centauress. Standing at a little over nine feet tall and twenty-one hands to her withers. Her human part was outright gorgeous, with wonderfully fair skin, an adorable row of reddish freckles, startling midnight hair that seemed to shine in the light, shining green eyes, fluffy white ears on the side of her head in place of human ears, and then the second thing everyone immediately noticed aside from her gorgeous face. Her bust. While there were Dairy Centaurs with large tits and udders, Ophelia was not a Dairy Centaur, and yet she had certifiable ‘udders’ on her chest all the same. Behemoth breasts that looked ready to break free of their expensive confines any second. Rather than looking like watermelons stuffed into her outfit, it looked like two pumpkins were firmly stuffed within. Her horse part was also equally beautiful, a solid white coat as pure as snow, a thick tail with a matching midnight skirt neatly trimmed to avoid hitting the ground, with jet-black feathered hooves. Though this beauty did not hide the rippling muscle of her horse half. Thick and sturdy with a large rump, her legs were like tree trunks compared to the thin legs of their horses. Just at a glance, one could see she must be monstrously strong, despite how frail her top half may have seemed in comparison. She was downright gorgeous in every sense, even without her clothes; every town citizen who saw her was speechless at her size and beauty.
But Ophelia’s looks didn’t stop there. As the Heiress of the Belise Company, her outfit was also stunningly beautiful. A large, moderately frilly black and white dress with azure embroidery and buttons, a frond-like skirt, and a thick black caparison covered her horse half, with a large satchel strapped down on each side, also made with obvious quality. Ophelia wore no armor, save a large diamond-shaped breastplate that wrapped around her chest and jutted out like a pointed ornamental battering ram, it left the top of her chest exposed, or rather, her breasts were fighting for freedom from the underarmor that supported them. Two bulging globes were tightly stuffed into their prison. On her forehead was a light blue crystal hanging from a silver tiara. An ornamental sword was also strapped to her side, no doubt as sharp as the rest of her.
“Ah… the citizens are coming. Kallani, make sure the weapons are secured and fetch me the contracts my Father provided.” Ophelia ordered. Though she had no armor save the one struggling to keep her tits in, they were far from weaponless. Ophelia had a small crossbow in her 1st satchel to deal with something out of range of her sword. Though she much preferred her custom Halberd and Lance. Her Father had said she would not be needing them this time, and they could draw unnecessary attention… (Haa… Why does Father care about such a small place so much? Outside the farms, I see no use for this town… practically a rugged village. I’m hungry…) Kallani did as she ordered, ignoring her brother Kayle’s whining.
Kallani double-checked that the cart’s items were secure and that the weapons were properly locked and whispered into her brother’s ear. “If you keep whining and agitate the princess, she’s gonna tell Lord Belise we were nothing but bothers, and then we’ll get cleanup duty or something again! So would you shut up and let me deal with the princess!” Kallani hissed. Kayle stomped his feet with anxiety, the Centaur looking ready to cry before he nodded.
“Lady Ophelia, do you wish for me to-“
“No need. Hook me back up to my cart… Looks like they are already coming to welcome us.” Ophelia said as she backed up to the cart normally built for two centaurs. Kallani triple-checked all the supplies were locked into place as she quickly grabbed the hefty chain straps and attached them to the two anchors on Ophelia’s Caparison. Noticing her Lady’s tail was swaying left and right in agitation… (Either she’s already bored and angry or she’s- Wait. When did the Princess last go to the bathroom? Did we bring manure bags? Oh Gods, don’t tell me we forgot to bring manure bags for three centaurs…) As Kallani had a small nervous fit of her own, a few citizens came to them. A few Orcs, all men, one covered in scars, a few humans, and one Doblin.
“Hello! Welcome to Dairfall! Are you the Belise people? Rumor had it you were coming over!” The Doblin woman said, Ophelia had to crane her neck down to see her. She’d never seen a Doblin before, but her Father had taught her, and this lady fit the bill exactly. Bright green skin, large sharp ears big enough to look like headwings, large plump curves for her tiny size with a bit of a soft belly. Doblins, as they were formally called, were an offshoot of Goblins she had learned. Often called Doblins because they were ‘Domestic Goblins,’ they were a female-only offshoot, also called Goblin Queens. They were welcome even in places normal Goblins weren’t allowed, partly because they were so friendly… and partly because they were extremely “compatible” with every species, as her Father had said. Ophelia had tried to ignore that part, but as she saw the tiny yet curvy woman with a small silver ring on her finger holding the hand of the burly six-and-a-half-foot Orc covered in scars, she held back a knowing smile. Ophelia may have been a virgin, but she was rather versed in those subjects thanks to a perverted friend she still spent time with every now and then. Her Orc husband looked up to meet Ophelia in the eyes, and Ophelia noticed it quickly. Even the scarred Orc held a trace of fear in him in front of the Titanic Centauress.
“Greetings~ Indeed we are envoys of the Belise Merchanary Company. I am Ophelia Belise, the Heiress to the Company and the third child to Antelus Belise. We have been sent to make an expansionary trade and land contract with Lord Yarren. Would any of you be so kind as to show us the way, and a place for my companions to rest?” Ophelia spoke, her demeanor completely changed. Her voice was honey even to the Doblin, let alone the men. Kayle and Kallani sighed in relief if the princess was taking over like this. The deal was as good as done.
“Mhm. I can lead you to Lord Yarren. You guys show ‘em to the keep… Oh… You want our help with the Cart? Don’t think the cart will fit. Name’s Ragger, ‘ers my wife, Mindy.” The Orc Husband Ragger said. Mindy gave a hearty smile as she looked almost straight into the sun to see Ophelia’s face.
“I see. Thank you most graciously. These two-“Ophelia smiled and twisted her upper body a bit, pointing to Kallani first.” Are my two Attendants, Kallani and Kayle. Both are employed by the Belise Company; please treat them kindly. Kallani, please unhook me, and assist these gentlemen in bringing my cart in.” Ophelia said. Kayle’s ears twitched for a moment as Kallani nodded with a broad smile.
“Of course, my Lady. Pleased to meet you all. As my Lady has stated, I am Kallani, and this is my brother Kayle. I am very grateful for the assistance.” Kallani stated as she undid the straps and pulled off the chains, freeing her Lady once again. Kallani looked at Ophelia’s tail and ears, paying attention to every detail she could outside her Lady’s poker face to see what her emotions were. Ophelia’s tail was still swishing a bit, but her ears were open and alert. (Phew… The Princess is paying attention to them and seems to be in a decent mood. Half the time, I hate that our ears and tail can give our emotions up like beasts, and yet it’s always a blessing when dealing with the Princess. Now let’s pray to the gods that Kayle doesn’t screw this up. Oh, Endless Strider, please watch over my useless brother so he doesn’t accidentally bother the locals or, worse, piss off the princess!)
As Kallani and Kayle followed the rest of the group, the men were surprised by how heavy the carriage was, even with Kallani attached to it and pulling as well; Ophelia followed Ragger and Mindy through the town. At quite a bit of a snail’s pace considering Mindy’s short stature and constant chattery. Even with her Father’s many stern lectures on controlling her emotions, Ophelia’s ears were beginning to show her irritance. As more and more citizens saw the towering beauty, her head reaching past many of the ceilings of the town, she simply waved and put on her most beautiful smile. Knowing it would distract them from her now annoyed tail swishing and ears. Though Ophelia also saw many of the stares by men and women were centered on her massive chest. While that did mean they were entranced by her beauty and saved her from the embarrassment of them noticing her un-hidable irritation… she didn’t like being leered at. Though judging by the faces of basically all the women, it was more awe and jealousy than leering.
Slowly they came up to a large stylish house. Ophelia had expected it to be a grand mansion or palace, but that would have necessitated an actual town to rule over. As they passed the stone walls around the house, Ophelia ducked under the gate. Her body narrowly fitting through the entrance passage. (What kind of lord lives in such a shabby rundown house? Father why on earth did you care about this town at all? Even if the Lord and you have tainted relations this is punishment enough I say…) Ophelia grumbled in her head, as her human stomach grumbled in hunger. Ophelia’s face flushed at the improper noise her first stomach had made… but Mindy simply continued explaining the lore of the town, and Ragger seemed too into his tiny wife to have noticed, or he was rendered deaf by her nonstop talking. Her voice was quite pleasant, actually, if a bit high-pitched. But how could someone go on for so long about the buildings and farms and whose horses were whose!?
“And there we have it! We’re here at young Lord Yerren’s house. It’s a real shame his father passed away a few years ago. He’s a really nice boy, but… he struggles to keep the town going, you know? The town can keep itself going forever with our herds and farms, but that’s just us. And we got no protection from bad guys or monsters! Well, we have a few monsters who work here, actually! Like the big-“
“Pardon me! Forgive me for interrupting you, Mindy, but you said the previous Lord passed away recently?” (Oh, finally, she can shut up! But Father didn’t tell me about this. Did he not know? Is this town destined to wither away then? We could just conquer it without needing to- No. The last time I said that, Father pulled my ears till I cried! I must simply learn what I can… and find some food for my cursed stomach!)
“Oh it’s okay! You finally asked a question! A few years ago… I think it was five right honey?” Mindy tilted her head, her right ear flopping enough to nearly hit the ground as the tiny wife made an adorable motion. Her Husband gave a broad tusky smile.
“Yeh, Honey”
“Yeah! Well, it was very sad Lady Ophelia. About six years ago a strange man came through, he was coughing really badly and had these purple marks on him. We tried to help him but our town doesn’t have anyone good at magic, and nothing we did seemed to heal him. He ended up passing away and we carefully buried him, but whatever he had already spread. It didn’t go to too many people… I think two dozen of the men got it and a few girls? It did get the pigs, though. All the pigs on three of the farms had those same purple marks, and all of them passed away… we called for a healer but without an Adventurer’s Guild or anyone with magic, it took too long… I try not to think about it… Only one man got saved… And I’m so lucky…” Mindy looked about to cry as she gazed into Ragger’s eyes. The Scarred Orc gave a small smile to his wife as Ophelia realized he must have come down with the sickness and was the sole survivor. After a few seconds though, Mindy’s face lit up, and she was all smiles again.
“The Cleric that came was such a sweetie, though! He said it was some cursed disease thing and it wouldn’t spread to anyone else anymore! He said the man that came to the town must have done something bad or been attacked by some very bad people, which is why Lord Yerren Jr. wants to hire you guys!” Mindy said, looking at Ophelia’s tits. Unable to see her face from down below, plus the sheer shelf of breast and fancy armor in between them. As if on queue, the door of the Lord’s house opened. A middle-aged human woman gently opened the door, dressed in elderly maid’s clothes. Soon after, a young man came to stand on the porch of the home.
“Hi Lord Yerren! Hi Miss G.!” Mindy said loudly. Ragger giving a wave as the Lord looked up at Ophelia, the servant, and Lord’s eyes both widening at her. Ophelia gave them a patented angelic grin, though her tail was visibly agitated behind her as her ears twitched too.
“Greetings Lord Yerren, I am Ophelia Belise, Heiress to the Belise Merchanary Company. My Father, Antelus Belise, has many important matters to attend to, so he could not visit. But you can rest assured I will take care of things properly.” Ophelia was all smiles as the young Lord gulped. Doing his damnedest to look at her face rather than her chest or her feet. (Finally I will be free of this little bug. I do feel pity for her story, but she hasn’t stopped talking once! How do people like Doblins so much if they never cease blabbing everyone’s ears off? Hmm… The young Lord doesn’t seem to have any proper etiquette. Is there a village custom I am missing?)
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