/monster/ - The Last Bastion of Romance

Rural Town Boy.

>>391019

Experienced farm hand of course. Will we find out gramps had a bun/k/er on his property?

>>391024

It wouldn’t let me delete the post for some reason. Meant to sage but rushed it

>>391019

Experienced Farmhand

And please don't be one of those CYOAs where MGs can only give birth to girls and not human boys. And please don't use the term 'Mamono', its a lazy word meaning shapeshifter that weeboos use.

>>391023

had a bun/k/er on his property

Oh yes.

Experienced farmhand of course.

>>391019

Experienced Farmhand. Parents were cowards when it comes to monsters. But at least they were true to their farming lineage.

I'm gonna vote City Slicker because I like the idea of being aggressively ignorant about agriculture

<Anon those trees will take years to bear fruit

>Don't worry I'm gonna water them twice as much so they grow twice as fast

I vote for Townie

But what if I am a weeb?

The trip was long, you didn't even know things could be so remote. You only had to stop a few times for gas, but for the most part it was smooth sailing. You kept glancing at passing cars, curious to see who, or what was driving, hoping to see some fuzzy ears or more than two arms or something.

It became a lot less crowded when you turned off the highway, if the map was right then you only had about four more hours to drive before you got there.

Three hours and thirty minutes later, you passed through a small town, there you got to see one of these “monsters” up close as they walked across the highway or over the street. They're…A lot more feminine than you expected. Did monster men exist? You weren't actually sure.

One of them smiled and waved at you as she crossed the street, she had charcoal black skin, and what looked up wolf ears and a tail, as well as paw-like hands. You awkwardly waved back before continuing when the light turned green.

Down the road for a few more minutes, and then a straight left from there, you spotted it on the side off the main road and down a dirt trail. Your heart began to pound, like you found a city made of gold. Slowing down on approach, there was another car on the side of the road near the house. A moment later, you saw something sitting on the porch of the house, upon closer inspection you noticed it was a man.

He was old, older than grandpa when he passed, he sat on the stairs leaning forward against a cane. He had a long beard that must have fallen to at least his stomach. The top of his head was bald, but he had long, white hair wrapping around from ear to ear, as well as large eyebrows of matching color. The only description you could actually give him is “Wise sage.”

You parked the truck and stepped out, the man stood up from his seat rather easily and made his way over to you.

“Ah. Hello!” He greeted, his voice low. “You are Michael's Grandson then?”

“Yeah…” You nodded. “That's me.”

“Then this is for you.”

The old man reached into his pocket, murmured as he rummaged around before drawing a keychain with a audible “Ah!”

He handed you the keys and rested both hands back on his cane.

“These are all the keys you need.” He told you, pointing each out. “That one is for the house, that one for the tool shed, the garage and-…Actually.” He rubbed his beard. “I don't know what the last one is for.”

The old man shook his head.

“Oh. How rude of me!” He suddenly spoke again. “I should introduce myself. I am Leonard, your grandfather was a good friend of mine.”

You shook his hand and introduced yourself.

“Now then.” Leonard took a deep breath. “Would you like me to show you around, or are you okay on your own?”

Take a tour?

>>391062

Sure. A tour sounds nice. Maybe Leonard can tell us some interesting tidbits about the farm and your grandpa.

>>391062

A tour would be good.

>>391062

Can't hurt

>>391062

Let’s have a gander around the property. Maybe ask what gets grown the most around here and grow something that doesn’t get grown much.

>>391062

A tour sounds fine. Learn about the town and its people, markets, and the kinds of crops that do well.

“I wouldn't mind being shown around.” You told Leonard.

He nodded and turned his back to you, beckoning you along. “Come on now. You've already seen the main house, that is where you'll be living from now on.”

He led you along, but you moved at a slower pace, considering the old man walked with a cane. He stopped at the barn first, a few yard away from your house to the east.

“Well, I don't need to explain this to you. From what I've been told, you're quite the farmer yourself.” He tapped the wall of the barn with his cane. “Michael didn't use this all too much, only rented it out to ranchers who didn't have space for some animals. You can house about…I would say six big animals before it would get crowded.”

The two of you continued, and as you walked, you spoke up with a question.

“What did my grandpa usually grow?” You asked.

Leonard rubbed his beard and pondered on it. “Mostly carrots, I believe. Though he did have land for a good pick of fruits and veggies.”

“Carrots?”

“Well, yes.” Leonard nodded. “Lobo city has a very lively centaur race-track scene. So Michael cut a deal with them and would drive out a shipment of carrots for their athletes whenever he grew them. He even had a sponsorship card at their stadium.”

“Really…?”

Leonard presented you your tool shed next, going inside with you to show you where everything is.

“You got your hammers, axes, hoes, and sickles on the walls.” He explained. “Never understood why the old coot never got a weed whacker or something like that.”

You looked them over, they were good tools, if not rusted to hell. With a little bit of work you could get them back into working shape. Once Leonard showed you where everything else was, the two of you moved on.

The next building actually caught you off guard, a small home with a little porch and three steps leading to the door, it was a cabin size, no more than one room and maybe a bathroom.

“That's a place for a farmhand or two to stay.” Leonard explained. “When Michael was getting older, he had to start relying on other people to help out with the farm. Its kind of pointless, since most people drive, but it still came in handy once in awhile.”

Leonard stretched and patted his back with a fist. “That'about covers it. Time I start heading back, I figure.”

The two of you made your way back, you decided to ask a few questions.

“So, hows the town folk around here?”

“Well, depends on which town you mean.” Leonard answered. “Since we got three n'all. Seeing as you came from the west, you probably came through Barnsley. Its a nice enough town, just a walking distance from the beach. Other than that, there's also Warringston down south, and Everton to the east. I live in Everton myself, nice enough town, good people, and a pretty forest you can walk through when you got the time.”

Before you reached the car, you decided to ask another question.

“What…Was my grandpa up to in the last few years?”

“Oh, not much.” Leonard sighed. “He usually kept to himself, unless he needed help around the property. He came into town once in awhile for a drink, but he mostly liked to be by himself. Some of the monsterfolk took a liking to him, but he never really had interest in dating since his Maggie past on…”

He was talking about your Grandmother… You didn't really know her, since she died while you were still very young.

Leonard coughed and moved to the driver door of his car before turning back to you.

“Now then, before I go… Do you have any other questions?”

>>391187

did michael ever have trouble with intruders on the farm?

>>391197

excuse my faggotry, it's morning and i forgot to sage

>>391187

"Do I have any neighbors out here?"

>>391187

Ask about different types of MGs in the area.

>>391187

>>391209

>Ask about different types of MGs in the area.

Mainly curious about this.

“Yeah, a few.” You said, looking around the property. “Did grandpa ever have to deal with intruders?”

“Intruders?” Leonard had to think on it. “Hmmm…Some boys from Everton snuck in once to tip one of the cows he was looking after. I guess nobody told them that tipping cows isn't really a thing you can do…”

He suddenly snapped his fingers. “Oh! But there has been reports of break ins around the three towns as of late. Nothing serious has been stolen, just food.”

“Just food?” You asked. Not really a kind of break in you've ever heard of. “And uh… About the monsters?”

“Yes?” Leonard raised his brow.

“What kind… I mean, are there different kids out here?”

“It's mostly beastmen out these parts.” He explained. “A lot of other kinds of monsters don't like leaving the cities. But we have them from all over the place here, even some that came from over seas. Other than that, I know a few Arachne live in Warringston… Hmmm, there is are a few succubi in Barnsley as well…”

Leonard suddenly came to life. “Oh! Mayor Natashya!”

“Natashya?”

“She's a…hm…What are they called.” He pondered. “The blue skinned ones. Demon, I believe they're called. She's been the mayor of Everton for about five years now. But other than that, I don't know of any other kinds of monsters, but then again, I can't be expected to know everyone.”

“Well, what about neighbors?” You asked.

“From here? The closest thing you have to a neighbor is a Annabelle Ranch. She's one of those, Minotaurs I believe they're called. She took over her father's ranch a few years back. Her father and your Grandpa never really saw eye to eye, but they did do business. She's around fifteen minutes south of here, a good place to go if you're looking to buy cattle.”

So, Grandpa had issues with someone in this area? Though, it sounds like they had a change in management as well.

“What about crop rotations?” You asked.

“Well, I couldn't say on that.” Leonard said with a sorry expression. “I worked here for only a year, and that was when Michael's parents were still running the place. All I know is that he sold a lot of carrots and grew other things on the side, like tomatoes in the summer, and potatoes. Business is good here, however, rural folk already like their veggies, now add hungry monsters on top of that.”

“Well… I guess that's all I have to ask.” You told him.

“Then I guess I'll be on my way.” Leonard smiled and shook your hand. “Its nice to finally meet you, Michael spoke well of you.”

As Leonard was leaving, he stopped with a sudden “oh!” and turned back to you.

“By the way. If you're going into the forests north of here, please be careful. More than you usually would in the woods.”

“What? Why?” You asked.

“There are werewolves in those woods.”

That had to be the most ominous thing you've ever heard in in your life.

“Can you…Elaborate?” You asked.

“Right! You're from the North!” Leonard sighed. “There are a few werewolves in these parts that…Decided that they wanted to go back to the old ways. So they prowl the woods now and hunt for men. Keep in mind! They haven't been successful in their hunts, and they DO go home from time to time. But I would still be careful.”

With that last warning, Leonard said his goodbyes, and drove off down the road back towards his place. The sun is starting to go down, and it is getting late. But where you go now is up to you.

>>391222

>But where you go now is up to you.

So just totally opened ended now?

>>391222

Check out the inside of our new house, make sure nobody's been breaking in or squatting since grandpa died.

>>391222

search around the house to see if we can find anything interesting michael might've left behind

>>391222

Well I guess the only thing left to do now is search the house, see if any repairs need done and provisions restocked. Tomorrow we need to get to work. Maybe check and see if he left any notes in his office telling us what was in rotation in which field.

If we can’t find anything about it reusing a field two years in a row isn’t a huge deal. It won’t suddenly become a barren wasteland. Now if we start doing that year after year and exhaust the soil then we would have a problem.

>>391222

I guess OP will never answer my question in >>391225. I would have liked something a little more structured for a user input prompt, but whatever.

But anyways, I was think along the same lines as >>391241. Take stock of what supplies we have available. Make a list of what we need and go to hit up a supply store. Then get to work on getting the farm back into usable shape.

>>391249

P.S If its a cute scalie girl, I'm absolutely fine with that too!

>>391253

i get the idea the barn could also house intruders, perhaps a spidergirl.

>>391373

–

After eating a meal you brought with you, you headed outside. Taking a walk around the property, you survey the area.

[Experienced Farmhand]

You notice large plots of land has grooves in it, like it was worked on at some point in time. It's clearly been years since anything has been planted here, and the top soul had become hard and dry. Digging into it with your hands with some effort, you feel the soil underneath is soft and whatever rocks you do find are small and barely noticeable. This field was used some time ago, and with a little bit of work, it could grow some good stuff again.

Right now, with your skills and tools, you should be able to handle two fields of 24 plants each. But now comes the main problem… Getting supplies.

In all the hubbub about moving, you didn't actually ask Leonard about where you could buy farming supplies.

The only way to find out now would be to go into one of the three towns and look or ask around.

>>391374

take a trip to Warringston, enquire about farming supplies

>>391374

If another option is available, we could introduce our self to our neighbor at the ranch and see if they have any recommendations on where we might find what we're looking for. Could be a good idea to try making nice with them.

>>391374

Go to the nearest town and just ask around. Find out where farmer's markets are too.

At this paint, there were only two options. You could either drive around aimlessly, or you could ask around. Each town was almost the same distance, so it was easier to pick one at random and go from there. In the end, you picked Warringston, the southern most town from you.

Getting into your truck, you went down the dirt road and to the main one, taking the pathway south to the town.

>>391379

On your way to town, you noticed the sign on the side of the road. “Annabelle ranch: Livestock and supplies!”

Remembering what Leonard said, you decided to pull in and introduce yourself, they could probably help you with your problem as well. You pulled up onto a makeshift parking lot and stepped out, already you could see a woman sitting on the stairs of the main house itself.

She waved to you as you approached, so you figured she was the one that owned the place. But as you got closer, you noticed the less than human features on her body, and was quickly reminded that not everyone in this area was human, something you somehow forgot. The woman stood up and hopped down the stairs, her landing making a particularly loud thud.

She was at your level now, and only about a meter away from where you stood. About a few inches shorter than you, her long, silver hair was tied back into a pony tail. She looked at you with sapphire blue eyes and a rather welcoming smile. You somehow noticed the small scar on her cheek right under her left eye. She also wore a pair of green overalls and a orange t-shirt underneath, and although you only looked for a split second, you noticed her rather impressive bust size underneath all that.

You were more taken away by her other features. A pair of beige horns sat on her head, and her ears did not look human at all, infact, they were more like cow ears. They matched the color of her hair, as well as the tail that swished gently behind her. The parts of her legs you could see were covered in short fur, the color also matching her hair with a few darker spots every so often. Her face was also rather pleasant, you would even go as far as to say she was cute. Very cute.

“Well, howdy there.” She said with the same smile. “What can I do for you today.”

[Experienced Farmhand]

You gulped down the sudden lump in your throat and tried to speak as best you could. You didn't want to stutter or break, so you tried to sound as natural as possible.

“H-heey– Aherm.” Good job. Idiot. “I mean, Hi, hello. Are…You Annabelle?”

“Nope.” She said with a shake of her head. “Got the wrong girl. I'm Marybelle, her sister.”

“O-oh… Well.”

“I can still help!” She assured. “What do you need?”

You were lost in her voice, a noticeable twang followed her every word. But your first impression with an actual monster was going less than stunning. But you were suddenly taken out of your trance by a snap of the girl's fingers.

“Hey, wait!” She said. “You look familiar…You wouldn't happen to have known Michael?”

You nodded. “He was my grandpa.”

“I knew you looked like someone!” Marybelle said with a clap of her hands. “My Pa and Michael may have thrown a big stink with one another. But he was always real nice to me and my Sis'…I'm sorry he's gone.”

“Yeah…” You felled a sudden twinge of melancholy, but it was swiped away by the words of the monster girl.

“So, what can I help you with?”

“I-I'm.” You managed to catch your stutter this time. “I'm looking for supplies, actually. To grow some things on the farm.”

“You're taking over, huh? Well good for you!” She congratulated. “Here, come with me.”

You followed Marybelle to the end of the dirt road leading to her house.

“What you want to do is go back the way you came.” She told you. “And then take a right. Everton has a farming supply shop that handles most business between here and some others out of the area. Its called Ched's, its on the other side of town if you follow the main road.”

You thanked her and said your goodbyes before heading back to your truck.

“Hey wait!” She called back. “Whats your name?”

You managed to give her your name without stuttering, good job!

“I'll tell my sister you came by! Nice meeting you!”

>>391464

With that, you went back on the road. You followed Marybelle's instruction and ended up in Everton. The road leading into town and the town itself was surrounded in forest, trees so tall you could barely see the sun above them. The town was sleepy, with few people walking around or driving. As you searched, you noticed some particular shops and novelties. There was an internet cafe on the main street, as well as a regular cafe across from it. A restaurant sat two buildings down, cut off from the cafe by a post office. There was also a candy store and a gift shop as well. At the corner was a hotel with a bar strapped to it simply called “Martha's”.

Finally, at the end of the road, almost outside of town and going into the forest was Ched's Farming supply. You parked in front of the store and stepped out, moving towards the door before something caught your eye.

There was something rustling around in the bushes at the road's end, very loudly in fact…

>Investigate

>Ignore it and go into the store.

>>391465

Investigate, We've got time and would love to meet some of the locals.

>>391465

investigate, checking it out won't be that big of a detour, we'll still have plenty of time to get our supplies afterwards

>>391465

>Investigate

What could possibly go wrong?

>>391465

Clearly, we must investigate.

>>391465

Cautiously investigate

You've heard…Stories about monsters, maybe someone was just getting to know each other in the bushes…Not a good place to do it, once you thought about it, but you've heard stories of worse. Still, you approached cautiously, maybe because you're a pervert, or maybe just because you felt like yelling at people for doing it in public, who knows. As you approached, you began to hear a voice, you couldn't make out what it was saying, but it was clearly feminine.

You saw two things sticking out of the bushes at this distance, what looked like two tails wagging in the air, but as you got closer, you could make out what the voice was saying.

"I know I dropped it somewhere!" The person complained, ruffling through the bushes.

You leaned to the side to try and get a good look at the woman, though you could only see her backside through all the thicket.

“Excuse me?” You spoke up.

“NYAAA!” The woman lept out with a frightened scream, causing you to stumble back and almost trip over.

“A-Are you okay!?” You asked.

She slowly turned around, revealing her face to you. Her eyes were large, and colored a shade of emerald, you noticed right away her large pupils slowly began to recede into cat-like slits. Her medium length brown hair almost touched her shoulders and her bangs were almost low enough to cover her eyes.

After that, you quickly noticed the cat ears atop her hair, as well as the very inhuman hands she clutched at her chest, covered in a brown fur with vanished black stripings, each hand, or paw, had only three fingers and a thumb, with claws that slowly retreated from where finger tips would be on a regular human hand. You had thought that maybe someone else was In the bushes with her, but the reality was that both tails were hers, standing on end from the sudden shock.

She was wearing a simple dark blue t-shirt and a pair of denim shorts that cut off at the knees, with her legs from the knees downward being covered in fur matching her arms and ears and very cat-like paws for feet. The lady was much shorter than you, and could have been mistaken for a teenager, if she wasn't one, that is.

“Are…Are you okay?” You repeated.

“oh…Oh! Ye-yeah, I'm fine.” She tried to reassure. “I was just…Looking for something.”

“Looking for something out here?”

“Y…Yeah.” She nodded.

“Well, what is it? Maybe I can find it.”

“Its…” She hesitated. “Is a…-mumble-”

“A….?” You repeated, curiously.

“A…handheld…”

“Like…A phone or a PDA?” You asked.

“No…Like…” Her face turned beat red. “Like a video game handheld…”

“Well…” You rubbed the back of your head. “I haven't really messed with video games since I was a kid, but…”

You took a casual look around, and something caught your eye. A black square a few meters away in a completely different bush.

“Is that it?”

“Is what i- ack” She froze as she spotted it, her face turning an even deeper red.

Without a word, she meekly scuttled over to it and picked it up before returning to you.

“Th-…Thanks.” She muttered.

“How did you even lose it?” You asked. “What are you even doing with that all the way out here?”

“I-Its none of your business!” She shouted, but before you could react properly, she clutched the game in her hands and ran off.

You watched her leave, a sudden surge of smug satisfying came over you.

[Experienced farmhand]

You just talked to a girl without making a fool out of yourself!

>>391569

You finally entered the store, welcomed by a clerk at the front. He wasn't wearing a uniform, but just a nametag that said “William”

“What do you guys have on seeds?” You asked him.

“Not much, just the spring catalog for now.” he explained. “Most people are just looking for flowers, or aren't looking to stock up for the summer.”

William took a step back and got out of your way so you could read the backboard prices.

Note: Each bag will cover 3 spots, meaning you'll have to buy 8 bags to cover all 24 slots in a field.

Turnips: 120G

Potatoes: 150G

Cucumber: 200G

Cabbage: 250G

Strawberries: 120G

Grass:100G

You currently have 1500G, keep in mind you will still need to feed yourself as your crops grow.

>>391569

A Wild Nekomata Appeared!

You used Surprise!

Nekomata is Embarressed!

Its super effective!

Nekomata Runs Away!

>>391570

>Welcome to Harvest Moon 2019.

<Where's my crop growing sheets…

>>391570

>What to buy?

Lets get…

1 Turnips

1 Potatoes

1 Cucumber

1 Cabbage

1 Strawberries

Total of 840G to cover 15 plots. It's a nice variety for growing some food for ourselves and having some to sell. Leaving 640G for food or other seeds/tools in the meantime.

You were inspired by Stardew Valley, weren't you?

>>391570

I'm gonna vote for two bags of potatoes and four bags of strawberries, and assume Anon knows how to plant them in a nice setup that won't ruin our soil, because I sure as shit don't.

>>391573

>assume Anon knows how to plant them

This is where our choice to make him an experienced farmer should pay off. I'd say this should be a pretty safe assumption.

>>391573

Adding to this, we can make what we want with our crops, right? Can we make vodka to sell for more than we'd get with just potatoes and also to keep for our private reserve?

>>391584

I'm going to preemptively vote in favor of moonshine production. Don't forget to get a few fudd guns for when the revenuers come knocking.

>>391570

5 bags of strawberries

i hope we get to see more of that nekomata btw

>CYOA based on harvest moon

I approve OP

Anyway if i remember correctly potatoes dont do too well in spring and summer. They’ll grow but there will be fewer tubers per plant. Lets get 4 strawberries, 2 cabbage, 1 cucumber, and 2 turnips

480 on strawberries

500 on cabbage

200 on cucumber

240 on turnips

>>391610

we should also keep in mind that some potatoes can be left over for seed very easily. you can also cut one potato up into individual pieces two days before planting as long as the pieces have at least one "eye" on them. Fun fact, more eyes means a larger number of smaller potatoes and the inverse for less eyes.

>>391684

Potatoes sounds gud.

>>391723

i'd guess so, but they'd surely be quite expensive, too expensive for a beginning farm.

also shouldn't you sage your posts?

>>391759

Go to whichever town is closest

>>391759

East. Also potatoes don't have seeds, they're tubers that just grow from the spuds themselves. But hey, details.

>>391763

I actually just noticed that after I posted.

Which is funny because I plant potatoes often.

>>391759

Let's check out Everton, since we went to Warringston last time. And how many days is it until the next full moon?

>>391759

Everton

Lets go see Leonard and see if Mayor Natashya is single.

>>391765

>how many days is it until the next full moon?

Do we need to fortify?

>>391759

Everton

>>391769

>Do we need to fortify?

We might need to fortify our windows to keep our horny monsters.

>>391790

keep out* horny monsters…

>>391769

>Do we need to fortify?

Do you even need to ask the question?

Didn’t sage for some reason

>>391769

We will build a mighty fortress to protect our farm.

You decided to head back to Everton for the day, with all the field work done, you should probably stock up on food and other things. Leonard also told you to come by if you needed some help, so you might hit him up on that.

It was only a few minutes into town when you found his place, mostly because he was sitting in a rocking chair on his porch. You parked on the side of the road and got out to greet him. Leonard squinted to see who it was, but it quickly recognized you soon after.

“Ah! Hello!” He greeted. “How goes the farmin'?”

“Pretty good.” You told him. “Planted some spuds and some strawberries, see how those grow.”

“Hmm.” Leonard rubbed his chin. “Fresh strawberries would fetch a high price on the farmer's market.”

“You guys have one of those?'

“Certainly, in Warringston.” Leonard said. “It runs for most of the year, we got fellas coming in from out of the county to sell. But nobody takes the time to grow strawberries.”

You might have to check that out sometime.

“Oh, by the way.” You said. “I need to pick up groceries. Have any recommendations?”

“Groceries, huh?” Leonard pondered on it. “Well, all three towns have a grocer. But I like the one in Barnsley.”

“Really?”

“Beach-side Foods, its called, right along the beach, as the name implies. But, if you're in a hurry, The Antler is just a few blocks down from here. Or you can go to Frog Hole Foods in Warringston.”

“Any difference between the three?” You asked.

“Prices and products, mostly. Some places carry brands the others don't. Frog Hole likes to stock things from Monster owned companies, but Beach Side is mostly human owned, while The Antler has a mix of both with a little bit of locally owned on the side.”

Leonard grumbled and patted his back with his fist before sitting back down.

“How're you for money?” He asked, he seemed worried under his bushy eyebrows.

“I still got a bit.” You assured. “But I don't know if it will last me till harvest.”

“Hmmm.” Leonard rubbed his chin. “Well, if you're hurtin' for change. There's a notice board in all three towns that usually have people needing favors for cash. Its kind of a tradition out here, need something done, spare a little bit of money, its a system that works.”

“Really…” You took a mental note on that.

“Oh, by the way.” You spoke up again. “Before I go.”

“Yes?”

“The mayor. That Natashya lady…”

[Experienced Farmhand]

“Is…Is she single?”

You could feel a sudden icey chill go down your back as Leonard began to glare daggers into you. The short man suddenly felt like a giant looming over you with his glare.

“Why? Are you interested?” He teased.

“N-No. Just…Just wondering.” You stammered. “I…Gotta go.”

You could swear you heard Leonard laughing to himself as you said goodbye and left. Back into your truck, you began to drive around the block.

You could just go to the Antler and get it over with. Or you could go for a drive to the others.

It was your call.

>>392056

>just go to the Antler and get it over with

Since we're already here, may as well just head to the Antler and see what they've got. But in the future we also need to check out the other stores, and especially the farmer's market in Warringston.

And did we seriously just drop so much spaghetti that we couldn't even successfully question the old man about the mayor being single? That's pretty damn pathetic.

>>392064

>>392056

Lets also check out the notice board in Everton while we're here. And take note of what is on them in the other towns the next time we visit them.

>>392065

>check out the notice board in Everton

This sounds like a gud start.

>>392056

Buy groceries at the Antler, check the notice board while we're here.

>>392064

>drop so much spaghetti

The downside to taking the "actually good at farming" start. Hopefully we can work through it, though it'll probably take a while.

>>392091

>Hopefully we can work through it,

Nah, being a farming autist sounds more fun.

>>392056

Go to the frog hole since its full of monster made products.

>>392122

seconding this

>>392056

Go scope out that demon booty.

>>392183

if the MC is too autistic to directly confront the mayor, he could always send a contract detailing the relationship he would want with her

>>392183

>Go scope out that demon booty.

Seconded

>>392184

>MC is too autistic to directly confront the mayor

Doesn't mean he can't go and say hi.

The Antler was obviously the best option, but that Frog place had your curiosity as well. You decided to pick up what you needed here, drop them off at home, and then go check out the Frog Hole in Warringston, it was on the way anyway.

The Antler wasn't hard to find, considering the giant pair of Antlers above the entrance. You parked and went through the sliding doors, the store itself was actually quite nice, a quaint little store that never updated from the twenty five years ago, giving it a homely feel. You grabbed the cart and started going through the aisles, picking up what you needed, or just wanted to have.

The walls were lined with pictures of the Antler's heritage, from the store founder to the current owners of the store, there was also a statue of a fat chef smiling with a plate of buns in his left hand. The lighting was dimmer than what you were use to, but it wasn't uncomfortable or made it hard to see.

Dairy, grains, some snacks, all you needed now was meat and salt, while the butcher was simple to find, the aisle with the salt seemed to allude you, for some reason it wasn't marked on the sign…

“Hi there!” A voice spoke up from behind you. “Need help finding anything?”

You were turning around to greet the worker, but then you realized something… That voice sounded familiar… You only caught a glimpse of her from the corner of your eye before your brain registered who it was.

When you turned your face to her, the girl suddenly let out a squeak in surprise, her two tails stood on end and the fur on her ears frizzled. It was the girl from yesterday, now wearing an apron with the Antler's logos over a dark blue polo shirt and a pair of jeans.

“Oh hey, its you!” You greeted her.

The girl with cat ears froze up completely, her face turning a shade of red. She stumbled on her words for a moment before someone else came from around the corner.

“Ako!” Another female voice called out. “Is something wrong?”

The new girl was also wearing a apron over a polo shirt and jeans, only this time her shirt was pink with long white stripes. She had almost the exact same animalistic features as her counterpart, save for dark blue eyes and a small scar along her cheek. Other than that, she was taller, almost as tall as you, and her face, while similar to this “Ako” was slightly older and more mature. You made out that she was the older sister, or at an extreme case, the mother.

The new woman looked at her shorter counterpart, and then to you, her paws at her side and her tails swishing curiously.

“Oh? Who's this?” The older woman asked.

“He…Well.” Ako stuttered, trying to regain her composure and make a proper answer.

The older woman looked to you again, and then back to Ako before a mischievous smile plastered across her face. She stepped closer to Ako with her paws locked behind her back.

“Is he a boyfriend you haven't told me about?”

Ako squeaked again, this time freezing up completely. Maybe it was time for you to step in before the older woman manages to kill the poor girl with a heart attack… Or…

>Defuse the situation.

>Have a little fun.

>>392224

Have some fun, but try not to go too far.

>>392224

Tell her we're single while trying to look cool by leaning on a shelf, knocking over boxes of dry spaghetti all over the floor.

>>392224

>>392229

>Have some fun, but try not to go too far.

Second vote for this.

Though falling back on the idea in >>392233 afterwards also sounds good.

>>392224

>Defuse the situation

Even though I'm curious about the results of dropping our spaghetti spectacularly.

>>392246

A life without dropping all the spaghetti is a life not lived.

>>392246

>Even though I'm curious about the results of dropping our spaghetti spectacularly.

we'll probably spill spaghetti everywhere regardless of what choice we make, might as well play with ako's heart strings in the process

“Oh yeah, totally dating.” You piped up.

Ako turned to you with a audible “Huh!?”, her tails standing on end again.

“Seeing movies, hand holding, the whole shibang.”

[Experienced Farmhand] You managed to pull the joke off without a hitch, though the older cat woman gave you a look with a raised brow.

“Really?” She asked, looking at her sister, then to you. “Think I would know if my sister was seeing someone. She's not one for secrets.”

“And besides.” The older sister took a step closer and leaned in, you felt a jolt run down your back when you felt her breath against your ear as she whispered. “Our family likes to share.”

You felt a sudden lump in your throat, but with a big, audible gulp, you managed to swallow it. The older sister stepped back, her mischievous grin and sultry voice making way for a more welcoming, professional demeanor.

“So, what can we help you with?” She asked, her hands locked behind her back.

“I…er…” You shook your head. “Salt. I was looking for salt.”

“Aisle 6, right beside the rice.” She stated.

“Thank you.” You managed to say before following her instructions.

“Have a nice day!” The older sister waved you off.

“Y-yeah, have a nice day!” Ako added.

You collect your things and pay for all of it, leaving with about 100G worth of groceries. Ako's sister smiles and waves as you leave, you managed to wave back.

Driving down the main street, you noticed the board that Leonard was speaking of. You parked the truck and went out to take a look, there were some papers tacked to the board, but not all that many. Looking them over.

Wanted: Green spry, 25g per sprout.

-

Wanted: One piece of Orc fruit, 150g reward.

Orc fruit? Green spry? You've never heard of any of these…

Wanted: Looking for help moving furniture, 250g payment. 194 Beachview blvd, Barnsley.

-

Those seem to be the only choices, at least here in Everton. Its up to you if you want to take them, or any for that matter.

>>392678

Help move furniture, while there ask if they know where we can get Green spry and Orc fruit from.

>>392678

This >>392679 sounds good to me.

>>392678

Help with furniture because we are big and strong

>>392678

Money can't hurt. Let's go move some furniture.

>>392678

Seems like we'd be in good enough shape that moving furniture should be doable. Let's go with that.

>>392678

moving the furniture is our best option, all it takes is a bit of heavy lifting, much simpler and it delivers a larger reward

>>392678

>inb4 the mayor puts notices up on the board frequently

>especially for labour

You can move some furniture no problem, that's easy money. You take the notes off the walls and return to the truck. It took about 45 minutes to leave town, drop your groceries off at home, and then go to Barnsley. The place wasn't that hard to find, considering it was on a street called Beachview, that narrowed it down to 2, maybe 3 places.

You found the place and knocked on the door, there was nothing but silence from inside, maybe they weren't home? But a few moments later, you heard an audible clack on the floor from inside, followed by a raspy female voice.

“Just a minute, please.” The voice asked.

The door opened a few seconds later, looking forward you only caught the top bun of someone's hair. You had to look down at the woman that came up to your stomach in height at best.

She was an elder lady, carrying herself on a cane, wearing a scarf and a baggy dress. She smiled up at you with squinted eyes and a wrinkly, almost turtle like mouth.

She was a regular human, something that, for some reason, surprised you.

“Yes, young man? How can I help you?” She asked.

“Oh. I uh.” You showed her the hand written paper.” I found this in Everton about furniture moving?”

“Oh! Of course!” The old lady stood aside and invited you in. “I'm so glad someone is taking the time out of their day to help me. Such a nice young man.”

The old lady led you into the living room and pointed out a few things that needed to be moved. Clutter that was just taking up space for her book shelf and favorite rocking chair at this point. You got to work right away.

>>392849

[experienced farmhand] Nothing really gave you all that much trouble, as lifting hay stacks, tilling soil, and working with animals had made you quite the strong man. The only thing that gave you any kind of trouble was the couch that the lady asked you to move from one wall to the other, which you moved by lifting one end and moving it, then the other. The arm chair and empty book shelf were moved to her garage, and an dining table was moved into the basement.

The work only took you a little over an hour, and after your payment, and a plastic container of cookies, you were on your way again, 250G and several cookies richer.

“Oh, by the way.” You stopped before you left.

“Yes? What do you need, dear?”

“Do you know anything about orc fruit or green spry? Some other people were requesting them on the board in Everton.”

“Oh yes, Green spry is really important in a lot of dishes here.” She explained. “Tastes especially yummy on fish or crab.”

The old lady rested on her cane as she pondered. “Orc fruit is hard to come by, though. You'll have to go deep into the woods to look for that.”

You took what she said into consideration, maybe it was worth checking out. The two of you said your good byes and you went on your way.

You walked out to the passenger side of your truck and put the cookies into the back seat, trying to stop yourself from eating them all on the way home. After that, you went around the truck an-

“L-LOOK OUT!”

You only managed to take notice of the warning last second as something came crashing into you and high speeds. You felt the wind knock out of you as you toppled over on to the ground. Luckily, you didn't hit your head…Too hard.

You groaned and tried to sit up, only to find a weight sitting on your waist. Opening your eyes, you finally noticed the woman sitting on top of you, moaning in pain and rubbing her head.

“Ow…” She complained.

You were once again knocked back into feeling like a fish out of water, as you encountered yet another non-human woman. The first thing you noticed were the pointed dog ears on top of her head, shaded brown as the same as her hair. Her skin was a lighter chocolate, though you didn't know if that was natural, or a tan. Her hair was curly and messy, a sweaty head band strapped around her forehead.

The second thing you, instantly, noticed was her body. She was wearing active wear in the form of a dark blue sports bra that covered her impressive bust, and a pair of matching shorts that hugged tightly to her curvy waist. Her exposed stomach was flat with a noticeable tone, and you felt what feelt like a bushy tail brush against your legs.

She finally got a grip of herself and looked down at you with big blue eyes, finally realizing that she was straddling you. Her face turned red and she immediately jumped to her feet.

“I'm sorry, I'm sorry!” She apologized profusely, grabbing your arm as you got up and helped you to your feet.

You noticed that, like the other monsters you met, this one also had animal like hands, almost paws, that almost wrapped around your entire forearm when she grabbed you. Her claws were in the open and didn't seem to retract. They were large and actually pretty intimidating. You're just glad they didn't land on your body when she crashed into you.

Now, back to your sense, you got a good look at her face and quickly noticed that, like the others you had met, she was also very beautiful. Though this one had a more rough, tomboy look to her than even Marybelle did. The cheek on the left side of her face had a white band aid covering what you assumed was a cut, and her almost button nose had a deep scar across it. But it was like it accentuated her beauty.

[Experienced farmhand] You managed to stop yourself from blurting the word “Cute” like some sort of crazy.

“Y-you didn't get too hurt, did you?” She asked.

The girl didn't let go of your arm yet, she looked at you with worried eyes. You were fine, but you felt yourself caught in a situation you didn't know you wanted to be in.

>Reassure her.

>Play it cool.

>Work off this somehow.

>>392850

>Reassure her.

>>392850

>Reassure her

and

>Work off this somehow.

>>392850

>Play it cool

We gotta impress out new lady friend

>>392857

This

Rolled 19 (1d20)

>>392850

>Play it cool

This will work super good because we're an ultra strong farmer man and women love those

Rolling for suave

>>392850

>>392857

>Reassure her

and

>Work off this somehow.

Sounds good to me.

>>392922

Sage, please.

>>392927

my apologies

>>392850

play it cool and try to work our recent moving venture into the conversation

>>392850

Reassure her first off.

It did hurt, bouncing off the concrete like that, but you're a tough boy, you can ignore the pain.

“Oh, I'm fine.” You reassure her.

“Really?” She asked again, clearly still worried.

“Yeah, I'm a tough guy.” You assured her again. “I've had worse happen to me back home on the regular. Used to get hit by trucks for fun.”

She blinked and then covered her mouth to laugh.

“Well that's good to hear.” She said with a smile. “But now that you mention it, you don't look all that familiar. Are you new in town?”

“To the area, yeah.” You confirmed. “I'm taking over my Grandpa's farm out-”

She gasped in surprise, covering her mouth before speaking again. “Are you Michael's boy!?”

You had to stop for a moment, but nodded. “Yeah, that's me.”

“Its great to finally meet you!” The girl took your hand in her paws and shook almost furiously. “Your grandfather was a good friend with my family!”

“What, really?” You asked.

She nodded her head ecstatically. “Yup, I even figured out Santa wasn't real when I realized it was him under the costume.”

“That's…” you tried, and failed, to suppress a laugh. “Actually kind of hilarious.”

“I'm Rory, by the way. “ She said, finally letting go of your hand.

You tell her your name in return.

“I used to come out there all the time with my family and just feed the animals and brush the horses.” Rory explained with a nostalgic smile. “It hit everyone pretty hard when he passed away… It probably wasn't that easy for you, either.”

“No.” You confirmed. “It wasn't.”

You took a step back and looked around. “So, were you just out for a run or what?”

“I'm actually training.” She explained with a nod and a wiggle of her left ear. “There's a huge track and field event going on in the city in a few months, and I want to give it my all!”

[Experienced farmhand] You didn't know exactly how to ask this, so the words came out awkward at best.

“So is that like…A thing for…Er… Or is that just something you like to do?”

“Hm?” Rory tilted her head. “Oh? No, I just like to do sports, it keeps me fit and active!”

She realized you wanted to ask and took the hint. “I'm a Kobold, by the way.”

“Right!” You gave her a finger point. “Of course!”

Rory laughed and put her hands on her side. She seemed to think about something for a moment before speaking.

“Hey. Do you mind if I stop by and take a look at the place?” She asked. “Just for old times sake, you know? I haven't been there in awhile.”

>>393027

Do we have our porn unpacked, and if so, is it in a place where we can easily hide it without her noticing?

Only allow her over if we are certain we can keep her from finding our vast collection of monster girl doujinshi

>>393027

>“Hey. Do you mind if I stop by and take a look at the place?” She asked. “Just for old times sake, you know? I haven't been there in awhile.”

Sure, when does she have in mind? (hopefully not right this second)

She free to drop by whenever but we probably have more stuff to do today. BTW are we purely a farmer or can we spec into rancher?

>>393027

it'd be more productive if we used the rest of today for other jobs. ask her if she could drop by tomorrow

why do so many of the girls have scars? Are the werewolves attacking the girls in the town?

>>393098

Because its hot.

>>393047

You can. That's why there's a ranch that sells livestock not far from you.

“What, do you mean like, right now?” You asked.

“Oh no! Nothing like that!” She corrected. “Just, in the next couple of days, if that's okay.”

You had to think if you put any of your dirty mags away. You're pretty sure you did…

“Well, I don't see a problem with that.” You said. “Wouldn't hurt to have some company from time to time.”

“Yay! Thank you!” Rory cheered with a clasp of her hands together. “I won't be a bother, I swear!”

“Don't worry about it!” You tried to assure her. “I'll see you when I see you, then.”

Rory nodded and began to jog in place. “Then I'll see you around!”

She began her jog again before turning back to you and waving. “Nice to finally meet you!”

You waved her off and watched her leave, trying not to let your eyes trail to her finely tone behind.

[experienced Farmhand] It didn't work. You felt your face go flush before you hurried back into your truck.

Green Spry and Orc fruit can both be found in the woods, the closest being just north from your farmstead. But that might take a day, if not more, it might be easier to look for them later. You made your final trip to the town of Warringston in the south to take a look at this Frog Hole place.

It wasn't…Hard to find, considering the giant frog statue on top of the building. You parked out front, gave the frog one more look over and went inside.

You took a look around the store, there was a dim blue light that almost gave you an uncomfortable vibe lighting the aisles. There was only one cash register sitting on a old fashion counter, like a general store from the 1800s. There was a woman manning the counter, wearing a simple red T-shirt and a pair of jeans. Her hair was a short, light tan color, and her skin was a myrtle green, and she held a cellphone in her hands, with each hand only having three fingers and a thumb. Her eyes were a light amber, with sideways slits for pupils being a few shades darker.

“Frog hole, huh?” You mentioned.

“Yuh.” The cashier said bluntly. “This is a hole. And I am the frog.”

“Oh, you own the place?”

“Sure do.” She said, sitting up. “I live upstairs as well. Been running the place for a few years now.”

The girl at the counter stood up from her see and placed her hands on the counter.

“So, what can I get ya?”

“Well, what do you have?”

“Oh, you're new, aren't you?” She commented. “Judging by your getup, you're some kind of farmer, huh?”

“You guessed right.”

“Hm…” She crossed her arms and looked around. “Well, if you fancy yourself a fisherman as well, we got lures, bait, and rods in the back…”

She looked around some more. “Or maybe yer looking to grow some monster fruits?”

“Monster fruits?” You asked.

“Lotsa them are illegal. But I'm packing some of the more legal ones behind the shelf. Only seeds, though.”

“Well…Whats so monstrous about them?” You asked.

“Do stuff to you.” She explained bluntly. “Not like some of the crazy stuff like demon fruit. But you can get some buzz going.”

The cashier stretched and then leaned against the counter. “So, whaddya say? Wanna take a look?”

>>393143

So they're just drugs? Hard pass. Unless they can do stuff other than make us get high who cares. Although maybe ask her if some it the fruit have cool effects.

>>393146

>So they're just drugs? Hard pass.

But imagine how much more moolah we can make by dealing it.

>>393143

Let's see what she has to offer.

>>393148

I don't think getting involved with illegal stuff is smart.

We should just find a monster girl that likes us and farm some stuff.

Maybe solve werewolf problem, fund rare plants into forest and farm them.

Also pls rember 2 sage

>>393143

this seems promising, but low priority, the seeds are probably quite expensive, and growing them may have unforseen consequences we don't have the capital to deal with yet.

for now we could try to look for some of that orc fruit and green spry in the woods, but we'll need a plan of some sort to avoid getting proactively dated by the wherewolves.

>>393153

FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK

>>393156

no, that nekomata is far cuter. she's the one we need to charm somehow.

>>393143

Lets see what she has available. Ask the cost, effects of consumption, and potential profits of each. Then we can ask around and see which is the best potential choice, from a social acceptability and legal perspective.

>>393146

>So they're just drugs? Hard pass.

Don't be a pansy. So what if they're drugs, as long as they aren't likely to get us in any kind of legal trouble? I'd first ask around about it, though. Clearly there is a market for them or she wouldn't be selling them. Even if they are in a technically legal grey area.

>>393157

That Nekomata is cute, for sure.

>>393170

Would your monster waifu really want you to use or sell drugs?

I know mine wouldn't. She would just want us to live a simple life.

>>393188

>not making moonshine with your waifu

Winners don't use drugs, and Grandpa didn't raise no loser!

>>393188

You're too uptight about this. These aren't human drugs. They are monster fruits. Even calling them "drugs" is something of a miss-characterization. We shouldn't just eliminate them from consideration just because you're a prude.

>>393190

Sage, faggot!

>>393190

Pls rember 2 sage fren :D

>>393208

>>393209

yeah yeah I know

>>393235

DOMESTICATE MICE GIRLS

offer them some food and tell them you'll let them live there in exchange for helping with the farm

>>393236

If we have enough to feed 6 more mouths then I vote this

>>393235

move slowly and tell them you just want to find out why they're eating your food

>>393235

Try not to scare them too much, but demand an explanation as to what they think they are doing. Explain that this is your grandfather's house (but now yours), and you're planning to develop the farmland. But you aren't rich by any means, and it's too early to be giving away food. See if they might be interested helping work the farm in the future, but they are not welcome to stealing food like this.

>>391763

Potatoes actually do have seeds, it's just much more common for them to be grown from seed potatoes rather than potato seeds.

I knew as a kid we always planted seed potatoes but I didn't know that about the seeds. Plus awesome story

>>393342

That's actually pretty cool. Makes me miss my veggie garden

>>393417

>>393416

Please sage in CYOA threads…

You did your best to remain calm, making sure not to do any sudden movements or come off as too threatening or violent. You took a deep breath and brought your hands up.

“Okay, lets talk about thi-”

“CHEESE IT!” One of them yelled, with no hint of pun or irony.

The group scrambled, some even being as brave as to scramble past you, others through the backway into the hall. You chased after them and saw that all of them went out the same way. You could only clench your teeth when you finally realized that you forgot to close the back door.

You went back around the house and looked around after they left. Everything you brought with you when you moved in was still there, only the food was touched, and even then they left most of it on the floor in the package when they were caught, only three slices of bread were missing all together…

You thought about calling the police, but quickly realized that you didn't have a phone, or even a cellphone for that matter. If something seriously were to happen, then you'd probably bite it pretty quickly…

You sat down and thought about it. Did you lock the backdoor before you left? You had to have, right? Maybe they picked it? Maybe it slipped your mind…No matter, what's done is done, you doubt that they would come back here again after being caught. It might be good to go to the police with it, considering you're technically a witness to a crime now.

It was getting late, and you didn't want to go looking for the sheriff's office in the dark… You went to bed that night and…Locked the door.

Just to be safe… You slept surprisingly well that night.

Three days until the next full moon.

-

You got up early and watered your plants. It didn't take long, and you, once again, had the rest of the day ahead of you.

You leaned against the fence and thought about it…

You haven't touched the barn, and the shed is still kind of a mess. You could probably get some work done on those.

…But you also remembered the event from yesterday. Maybe you should see the police, just in case.

Its up to you.

>>393520

i don't think police involvement is neccesary, perhaps we could look for some clues as to where they went is, considering their size, it's probably not a great distance away, maybe they left a thin trail of breadcrumbs in their way.

if we find them, we may be able to recruit them as hands on our farm like >>393242 and

>>393236 proposed.

>>393521

*wake

>>393520

I bet those mice are living in the barn. We should check it out.

>>393525

Forgot to sage, post deleted in shame.

>>393520

Find a locksmith. We've got three days until the full moon, if those mice can get in I'm sure others can as well.

>>393520

Lets not go to the police, for now. But be sure to mention the mice to Leonard and see what he thinks we should do about them if they come back. However, their actions are unacceptable. We can't let them push us around just because they are small and don't eat much.

Before we hit the town lets do some work to straighten out the shed and investigate the barn.

Do owlgirls eat mousegirls?

>>393535

I agree

>>393543

sage newfag

also check out the barn

>>393520

How's about doing both choices? Take a look inside both the barn and shed, take detailed notes on what is messed up, what can be replaced, what needs to be disposed of properly, then lock both the barn and shed up, and head down to the police station and report on the break in, see what they can do?

>>393520

They out-numbered 'im six to one and they didn't even try to rape 'im.

>Full moon

Ask someone what they do on a full moon. Would lewd Rory

>>393585

>not wanting to lewd annabelle or marybelle

>>393521

^

You stretched and stood up from your seat on the stairs, it was probably a good idea to take a look around. So you trailed along the property, hoping to find maybe some crumbs or trash or something.

[experienced farmhand] You have experience looking for animal tracks and other abnormalities on the land, and noticed right away the stomped down, unmowed grass behind the house leading into the distance. You followed it for a few minutes, they were running in a straight line, which helped to press down the tall grass further. You followed further, expecting to find the trail going into the woods or into some kind of hide out, but instead they suddenly stop, and turn westward. The only thing you know in that direction would be Barnsley.

The tracks from there went on for some time until they suddenly turned into two lines. They had a vehicle? That just raised further questions…You shook your head and returned to the house.

Just to be safe, you took another look around the property. Making sure that nothing was hiding in the barn, Back at home, the barn had a single sliding door on each end of the barn, but here, they were double doors on each end that could be pushed or pulled out.

'Very old school, gramps.' You remember thinking to yourself when you first saw the barn.

You went inside and took a look around, making sure there wasn't any kind of hideout in there. Outside of an old shovel against the wall and the old hay strewn out along the ground, there wasn't anything out of the ordinary… Except for a single book.

You found it on a bench near one of the stables, for some reason, you didn't notice it before. 'Immortals of Terra' the title read, you looked the book over and read the synopsis. It was a science fiction story about an immortal who was related to some great Emperor, and it was up to him and reunite the empire. There seemed to be monsters in it as well. You've never heard of this series before.

Was it your grandfather's? You didn't take him for a Sci-fi kind of guy… The book was covered in dust, so it was sitting there for quite some time.

Other than that, the barn was clear, no signs of life inside. The barn itself did need work, however, though that would require more resources.

Maybe it would be best to go to the police… And you might also prepare for the “full moon”, whatever kind of preparation that would be. Maybe better locks on the door? Leonard probably knows a locksmith, you decided to go pay him another visit.

Everton started to grow on you a bit, maybe it was just the small, sleepy feeling it had, surrounded by forests and not much traffic on the road. There were people out and about, but not so many that it felt suffocating to you. In fact, all of the towns were slow in their own way. You looked out the driver seat window as you strolled towards Leonard's, watching the few people that passed.

You noticed a girl walking down the street, a rather short one, at that. She was wearing a brown coat and a red scarf around her neck. She was holding her phone in her hands and seemingly texting someone with her nubby fingers, her wrists covered in a light gray fur, and two, round ears, adorned atop her head. You looked back to the road, but then suddenly did a double take with a furrowed brow when you realized that you recognized her. She was wearing different clothing, but you didn't need a piece of toast in her mouth to notice that the girl walking casually down the side walk was one of the intruders from last night.

You weighed the options in your head…

>>393607

Ask the mouse girl why she broke into your house.

Don't be angry with her or anything though, just try to be understanding, but still make it clear that breaking into someone's house isn't okay.

Also yeah, definitely go talk to the old guy about what you should do about the full moon.

>>393612

>>393607

if she does not run away immediatly, ask her if she needs work.

>>393607

>>393612

I'm good with this.

>>393607

Don't approach this mouse on the street. We aren't nearly savvy enough to handle a situation like that without more information. And don't go to the police either, for the time being.

Tell Leonard about the mouse situation, including the one you just saw. And see what he thinks. Also ask him about the other stuff about the full moon and what kinds of protection you'll need.

>>393613

>>393612

>>393617

I'm beginning to suspect that these mice are simply a bunch of teens getting together to break into places for the thrill of it. Not because they are particularly poor or in need of work or anything.

>>393622

even so, we should try to get some sort of info on her, we can't let just let them go and commit more cheese heists

>>393633

I still think it's a better idea to get a 2nd (well informed) opinion before just strolling up to one of the mice and dropping our spaghetti.

>>393643

i do concur that we need a more concrete plan on how to approach this, seeing as how we've spilled pasta in a few previous encounters due to lack of formulation.

i find it difficult to come up with anything though.

The answer is Cheese! Offer to buy her some cheese!

>>393650

^^^^^^

>>393653

>>393650

"Uhh…Hey there. So I saw you robbing my house the other day, and this is awkward, but could I buy you some c-c-cheese?"

>>393659

>You need to eat all the cheese

Yes, this is a good plan

Had to roll a dice on this one.

[Experienced Farmhand] A part of you kind of wanted to take it to the Sheriff, but something in your mind told you to confront your little home intruder. So you took the truck around the corner and then came back, you didn't even really have to follow her like a creepy stalker, since she went into the corner store a moment later.

You parked and followed her inside, trying to be as casual as possible. You spotted her at the magazine rack, looking over some kind of outdoors magazine before you approached her. You stood beside her and picked out a random magazine, something about video games, you didn't care.

“Hey.” You started, reading it over.

Her tail stopped swishing back and forth, she looked up at you with a glance. “Uh…Hi.”

“How are you doing?” You asked.

“Pretty good…”

“Cool.” You flipped a page. “Any reason you broke into my house yesterday?”

She froze entirely, her eyes widening with a quick “Eep!”

She actually didn't recognize you, which was weird since you were wearing clothing that matched your clothing from yesterday. She didn't move, keeping her eyes on her magazine, it wasn't like she could just run, you were in the way and it would probably make a scene.

“We…Well…Which house was yours?” She suddenly cursed herself for not denying it.

“Which house was mi- how many did you break into yesterday!?”

“N-no I meant over a week! I swear!” She protested, turning to you.

“That doesn't make it better!”

The two of you spoke in hushed tones, the clerk at the front looking over from time to time to see if something was happening.

“Why are you stealing food anyways?” You asked. “What, are you poor? Do you need a job?”

“I…I actually have a job.” She admitted, looking away. “We all do…Its more like, well… For the fun of it.”

“The fun of it…”

“Y-yeah! The thrill! Like micefolk of old!”

You glared down at her, your usual awkwardness with women having given way for a stern sense of JUSTICE.

She began to prod two of her nubby fingers together with an embarrassed smile. “Its really fun…”

“I wouldn't really call it fun.” You accused. “If I buy you guys a pack of cheese, will you knock it off!?”

“Hey, that's discrimination!” She protested. “We're Mice girls, not actual mice!”

She sighed and started to crumble under your stern glare. She clasped her hands together and looked up at you with pleading eyes.

“Look…Please don't report me…” She begged. “There aren't that many mice girls in town, they'll find me right away! I could lose everything…”

“Then why did you keep doing it?” You asked.

“Because…” She seemed to think on it, but can only go with one answer. “We're stupid…We got away with it a few times and just kind of…Liked the thrill, I guess.”

She pleaded at you with her big, scarlet eyes. “Please. I promise we won't do it again! Just don't turn us in…”

You crossed your arms and thought on it…

>>393762

Totally saw this coming. Lecture the shit out of her for being irresponsible. Adults behaving like children, yada yada. Tell her the next time it happens you'll be going to the police with surveillance video footage of them breaking in your house (it doesn't matter if you actually have video footage or not). That should be plenty enough to scare them. Beyond that, you're willing to forgive them, as long as they promise not to do it again.

>>393764

getting some security cameras couldnt hurt though, even if it's only to cover a few areas like the door(s) to the barn or a safe (regular valuables or a gun safe, depending on which one we have)

>>393765

I don't think we truly need them. I just think it would be a good way to dissuade the mice from their break-in game they've been playing. Because even if she calls our bluff on having cameras, it will still plant the idea that others may actually have them. And they have been taking a big risk.

Forgive her and have her promise to not do it again. Also buy her a wedge of cheese any way.

>>393762

Maybe she just needs something better to do if she's doing it for fun.

She likes video games so maybe you could offer to play video games with her or something

>>393762

do this Gran Turino style and put her to work. I could see some spaghetti falling because she might take the whole "work" think the wrong way, but it'd still be funny.

good one herehttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=F9ajbpTjiv8

>>393774

Sage, you fag!

>>393762

Take her to the police and try to get the rest of her friends too. Fuck 'em.

If we want to be nice, talk to the sheriff to make their punishment working on your farm without pay for a time.

The rest of you are too soft.

>>393783

I'd say the same if it weren't for them just being thrill seeking retards and not actually stealing anything of value. They also didn't actually do any property damage either. So I'm willing to let this one slide. But they are toeing a fine line.

>>393773

>do this Gran Turino style and put her to work

Do this.

Don't make her work, just get her to promise not to break and enter anymore

Put the dumb broad to work to teach a lesson.

She should be lucky to have gotten away with so much. A harder man would've shot her for breaking and entering.

“Alright fine.” You agreed.

Her eyes lit up and she smiled, almost jumping in for a hug before you stopped her.

“But you're not getting off that easy.” You explained. “There are things that need to be fixed on the farm and harvest is going to be coming up sometime in the future, and I'm gonna want some help.”

“…Farm work?” She suddenly seemed disappointed, like a child that was just punished. “Do I have to?”

“If you want to keep the police out of it.” You told her.

She pouted. “Fine… I'll tell the others whats going on.”

The girl reached into her hand bag and drew a note pad and pen, she scrippled down a number before ripping the paper and handing it to you.

“And just so you don't suspect me of lying.” She mumbled as she pulled her phone from her bag as well and went into the information tab, showing you her phone number. “See.”

“Alright, fine.” You agreed, taking the paper. “Then I'll bother you when I need you.”

You left with an awkward goodbye, buying a drink from the store to not look too suspicious.

Going back to your destination, you decide to bother Leonard again, though he always seems happy to have your company. You sit down on his porch with him.

“So. What do you need to ask me?” Leonard asked.

“I kept getting warnings about the full moon.” You told him. “But nobody is giving me much detail, like its something I should already know…”

Leonard first perked an eyebrow, then suddenly his other rose as well.

“Oh dear. You don't know, do you?”

“…No?” You responded slowly. “Should I?”

“Get comfortable, son.” Leonard started. “You're going to need to know this.”

Leonard began to explain what happens during the full moon. During the day, they, that being the monsters, begin to change, they become more withdrawn, like they're thinking about something. Then, as the sun goes down, they change completely, becoming almost ravenous and looking or men they care about, and try to. Well, you got the idea, especially with Leonard coughing and trying to avoid explaining any further.

To put this into gameplay terms. At full noon, monsters will start hunting men they're interested in. I'll roll a die for every monster the MC knows by name, though there will be a modifier depending on how good your relationship is. If you want to pursue things further or avoid contact is up to you guys, though they might not remember, or at least pretend to not remember, the next day.

You thanked him, and after some more talk, you headed back out. The news stuck with you a bit, is this always a problem for the people in the three towns? You guessed thats what they meant by “prepare”.

You have some time, maybe its time to go to the store and gather some supplies. Or ask around for advice.

>>393871

Ask about advice. We need to know what kind of Mamono are about.

If we've got Minotaurs next door, we might need to do some heavy duty fortifying. We're gonna have to double up on that if something like an Ushi Oni or, god forbid, a Cheshire is around.

>>393871

Activate [Experienced Farmhand] upon seeing the next monstergirl we see and ask how you can get monstergirls to dislike you.

If that fails find the nearest 'Monstergirl Husband Support Group' and learn from their failures.

We must gather supplies. The /k/ommando bunker must be built and we have little to to build it.

>>393907

Do we have any guns at all? At the very least there should be a varmint rifle or a shotgun with birdshot loads tucked away somewhere in our belongings.

>>393891

>Activate [Experienced Farmhand] upon seeing the next monstergirl we see and ask how you can get monstergirls to dislike you.

Because I'm sure our autistic powers will work for our benefit and totally not accidentally seduce them! Watch us end up with a harem if we try to game the system like this

>>393969

Nothing wrong with a good harem.

>>393970

sure, whatever, but still, let's try and avoid getting proactively dated just yet, the story is too young for that

You wanted to ask some questions, but didn't really know anybody…So back to Leonard's… He was still where you left him, and didn't seem to mind you coming back.

“You're new in town. You should be fine.” He waved off your concerns. “But checking the windows and deadbolt never hurt on a full moon. They won't smash through windows or anything like that unless the hurtin' is real bad. Just don't go opening the door for any of them during a full moon and you should be fine…Should be.”

“Should be?” You asked.

“Should be.”

That wasn't very reassuring.

“Just take some extra precautions!” He said again. “You'll be fine! You just moved out here anyway, its not like you've met anybody yet!”

Leonard was wrong…But maybe he's right, you didn't really make much of an impression so far. Sure you kind of teased that one girl with the two tails, and had a nice conversation with Rory, but other than that, its not like they really know you…

Guess that's the best you were going to get. You say you're goodbyes again and go on your way.

Money is running short, so whatever you possibly could buy to help you out would be minimal, for now you just head home and see what you can do with what you have.

You found some boards in the basement, as well as nails in the shed along with the hammer. Seems a bit extreme, but it's an option… Going back in the house, you looked at the old dresser by the front door. You pushed it in front of the door and simply looked at it for a bit… Yeah, could work, you guessed.

After placing the dresser back, you started to look around for a bit.

[experienced farmhand] Outside of the windows, there wasn't really any structural weakness, you could just put something in front of them if you were really paranoid. You couldn't seem to find a reason to get scared and lock everything down. Nobody else seemed all that worried about the full moon, maybe you were just overthinking it…

You looked out the top window and noticed a car was pulling into your property. You went down stairs and stood outside on your porch as it parked in front of your house.

Rory stepped out of the driver seat a moment later, she was wearing a regular pair of jeans and a hoodie right now, though you still have the image in your head of her work out attire.

She approached with a smile. “Hey.”

“Oh.” You said with a hint of surprise. “Hi.”

“Was just heading home from Warringston, thought I'd come visit.” She explained. “I'm not…Intruding, am I?”

>>394143

You know what? Rory is a family friend, and a monster, so we should just ask her about the practicalities of the full moon stuff. Even though our character probably doesn't know this, Kobolds are not known for being super sexually predatory in nature, and they get along well with humans.

Invite her in to hang out for a bit. Then hopefully we can bring up the topic somehow without being too awkward.

>>394143

Invite her in, offer refreshments, bring up >>394148 at some point.

>>394148

>without being too awkward

[Experienced Farmhand] strikes again!

>>394148

>Without being too awkward

Now let's pretend for a moment that we aren't an autistic mess. How do you think we could possibly ask a girl for tips on stopping her from having sex with us during a full moon without it being awkward? Keep in mind she knew our grandpa. We met her yesterday and have had one conversation.

>>394215

>>394161

I do not actually expect it to go very smoothly. It's just an idle thought.

But still, asking the source is the best way to get a direct answer. And she's almost certainly the best option for finding a monster to ask. I think it'll probably be fine if we just explain how we're totally ignorant about monsters, and we're curious what all the full moon fuss is about.

>>394216

>>394148

i still say we should waifu marybelle or annabelle

>>394224

I'm more interested in that neko girl than our family friend wan

>>394225

all the potential waifus we've seen so far are at least acceptable IMO.

i agree with >>394148

the risk of inviting a kobald in seems rather low, although i think our spaghetti pockets will be emptied by the time we're done talking, so we may not get a lot of useful information out of it.

>>394285

>we may not get a lot of useful information out of it

All we really need to know is how proactive we truly need to be in "protecting" ourselves during the full moon.

On a scale of "We should probably not hit any bars that night" to "We need to bar all our windows and buy heavy weaponry", what level would ACTUALLY be sufficient? People are very prone to exaggeration.

Regardless, Kobolds do make good loyal friends. We could easily do worse.

>>394305

waifu is man's best friend after all

“No, not at all.” You welcomed her. “Come on in.”

The two of you went to your kitchen table, she sat down in a chair while you flushed around for something to serve. In the end, she just settled on water, trying to avoid anything sugary while she was training. She settled on some sparkling water you had in the fridge.

[experienced farmhand] You…Didn't know what to talk about, your head kind of spinned for a moment while you decided what would be the best way to continue a conversation. It hit you a second later.

“So. You said you came out here a lot.” You asked.

“Yeah, a bunch.” Rory flicked her thumb on her bottle awkwardly. “My mom kind of…Had a thing for your grandpa for a bit. But Michael kind of let her down gently, even after all those years, he was still in love with his late wife.”

“I see.” You commented.

“But my mom thought it was good for us to visit, we weren't the only ones at least.” She explained further. “We weren't the only ones, but we still came to visit when everyone else stopped. He always seemed happy to have us, and liked to put us to work on the farm.”

“Oh, you have some experience then?” You asked.

“Yup!” She stated proudly. “Well… At least with moving hay squares and feeding the animals. But Michael still taught me how to do things.”

“That's pretty cool.” You complimented. “So I could bother you to come help from time to time.”

“Don't get any ideas.” She huffed. “Unless you're paying, that is.”

The two of you laugh. You take another sip of your drink and look around the house, suddenly being reminded of something.

“That reminds me.” You say. “People here keep warning me about a full moon in the next few days.”

“Oh, yeah, that is happening, isn't it?” She spoke so casually about it. “Are you afraid of finding home intruders or something?”

You wanted to comment about the mice girls, but you kind of promised not to bring them up. But the way that Rory said that.

“Is there a way I can, like, tell if I have a chance of getting these home invaders?” You asked.

“Well, not really.” She leaned back in her chair and put her hands behind her head. “There's an unspoken rule not to mess with someone who's married or dating, though.”

You were actually almost embarrassed to admit it.

“I'm actually single.” You just blurted flat out.

“What, really?” She seemed surprised.

“Why is that surprising?” You asked.

“Well I just figured, being on a farm and all that you brought someone with you. And she was in town or something.”

“I don't see the correlation myself.” You admitted. “But no, I'm single.”

>>394370

It was only for a moment, and you almost missed it. But Rory's tail seemed to wag for just a second, you would have missed it if you blinked or looked away. She leaned forward again and stood up in her chair.

“Well, we can take a look around, I guess.”

You showed Rory around, but she didn't seem all that worried of your situation. You explained that, you guessed, if things got bad you could put furniture in front of the door. Then she explained that some monsters could go through walls if they really wanted to.

“Monsters usually only attack someone they're interested in.” She explained. “I hear its different in the city, but everyone knows one another out here so its a lot more controlled. You should be fine, since you're new and all. Just don't walk around with your pants down in front of lit windows. Or keep your lights off all together, go to bed early, something like that.”

“I'll keep all that in mind.” You told her. “Thanks.”

“No problem!” Rory responded with a smile. “Its not as bad as some people make it out to be, honest.”

She took a deep breath and stretched. Suddenly, she stopped, her ears perked up and she suddenly had an idea. She put her hands behind her back and leaned towards you.

“Hey.” She said with a big grin. “Do you want to go outside for a bit before it gets dark?”

>>394371

we could go outside with her for a minute, it's not like a kobold could rape us.

>>394371

>want to go outside

With Rory, sure.

>not like a kobold could rape us

You make that sound like a bad thing, anon

>>394381

it isn't, but a nekomata is better

>>394371

Sure, we can look around outside for a bit.

>>394378

>it's not like a kobold could rape us

It's not so much a matter of could they, but would they. A kobold is plenty strong enough to rape a human man. They're just a lot less likely to do so, under normal conditions.

>>394371

I see absolutely no way this could go wrong. Let's do it.

>>394393

MAMONO MANA!

>>394394

mamono mama is no match for the autistic strength of [Experienced Farmhand]. i think you'd need a more powerful monstergirl to take our boy down. if she tried to rape us when it's full moon, it'd be pretty hilarious watching her try

also apologies for not saging my previous post

>>394393

She's still a monster, even if she is one of the weaker/timid ones. And that innocent look is perfect for getting a person to lower their guard. But you're right that we probably don't have much to fear from her. Even in a full moon, I doubt she'd outright rape us. But she'd probably make it VERY hard to say no.

>>394396

i'm guessing that even if we do get overpowered, our spaghetti might save us. perhaps if some hellhound tries to get us in the future, we accidentally shit our pants and escape through the bathroom window :^)

>>394371

>“Its not as bad as some people make it out to be, honest.”

it's so much worse

>>394401

Awesome. It also gave me an idea:

>[dick requesting noises]

>anon gives her the book

>it's Moby Dick

>>394395

You're underestimating the need to breed and assuming that we'll be on guard around her.

>>394399

We would probably accidentally disclose our virginity because of [Experienced Farmhand] and as we all know, that only makes the monster rape you harder.

>>394406

>>394407

>assuming that we'll be on guard around her

when it's full moon? yes.

>>394409

We already let her in and said that we were single.

>>394371

Yeah, a walk wouodn't hurt.

We should still prepare for a full moon, but having Rory jump us then wouldn't be bad. She seems like a nice girl and she has farm experience.

>>394371

Yes, let’s go outside with the wan. I see nothing to worry about here.

>>394371

sure, go outside

>>394390

>A kobold is plenty strong enough to rape a human man

hahaha, no they're not.

She's more like a mix between MGE Kobold and Monster Musume Kobold with less furry. Honestly the only reason why she can't over power you is because you guys picked Experienced Farmhand.

“Alright, sure, lets go.” You agreed.

Rory seemed really happy now, almost too hiddy to stay on the porch when you closed the door behind you. She didn't really have to say anything, you just followed along as she walked, or skipped, around the property.

“Hey, come on, I wanna show you something!” She said excitedly, gently grabbing on to your wrist for a moment to pull you along.

The sensation was…Surprising. You didn't know if you wanted to call them hands of paws, they were articulate, and she could probably do things most humans can with them, but they were so large…And soft. You followed her behind your house and through the field.

She hopped the fence easily and you followed behind, when you past the fence she beckoned you along and began to run. You could keep up with her, but you could tell by her stride that she wasn't really putting much effort into it, considering when you met she was out for a run, you weren't really all that surprised. This stride continued until you reached the forest behind your house.

You didn't really think about it, but a few moments later you remembered some stories you heard, and thought that maybe it wasn't such a good idea. But you then remembered that you were both in a house. With no one else there, in the middle of nowhere with little chances of someone else showing up. So you discarded the ideas.

You went only a little ways into the woods, following Rory as she began to examine the trees like she was looking for something. Suddenly, her face beamed and she ran for a hollowed tree a few meters away.

“Whats up?” You asked, approaching her.

“Please still be here…” She whispered, reaching her hand into the tree.

You almost wanted to stop her, not that she got bit by something, but then she gasped in excitement and withdrew her hand. In it was a steel cylinder, large enough to be held in both hands. Rory got on her knees and started twisting it open.

“Its a time capsule I made as a kid.” She explained. “I wanted to open it a hundred years from now, but that's way too long.”

“I bet.” You commented.

She opened the cylinder with a pop, revealing the contents inside. It wasn't that full, a few pieces of candy, a Rudy Rock trading card, a teddy bear, and a baseball with a cut in one of the stitching.

“Do you like baseball a lot or something?” You asked.

“Well…Kind of.” She seemed embarrassed.

You paused.

“Like a do-?”

“No!” She protested. “I just like to throw it back and forth…You know?”

You continue to simply stand there and think about it.

>Offer to play catch.

>Other option.

>>394539

Offer to let her catch our balls with her face ha

Play catch with the wan

Play catch.

One of these days our innocent stereotype will be correct.

>>394539

>Offer to play catch.

Sure, we could play a little in the field.

Do we have a frisbee? I bet she would love that. We can invite her for that another time.

>>394539

Play catch

>>394539

Time to play catch.

>>394539

play catch obviously, but phrase it differently, she might be more likely to oblige and not get all embarassed

You took the ball from her hands, throwing up into the air with your left and catching it with your right.

“C'mon.” You told her. “Lets throw it around a bit.”

Rory blinked, but followed along. You told her that you didn't have gloves, so you'd have to just use your hands. It didn't seem to bother her, but her hands were visibly larger than yours, so she might not have use of a glove at all.

It started out easy enough, just throwing the ball back and forth, nothing really exciting, until you decided to make things a bit more interesting. You began with a underhand toss into the air, just above Rory's head. She caught it no problem, as expected, and tossed it back. Standing still, you tossed the ball up and down in your hands.

“Lets make it a bit more interesting.” You wagered. “How fast are you?”

“Pretty fast.” She boasted. “Why?”

You threw it a bit farther this time, causing her to back pedal to catch it. She gave you a look and threw the ball back. You stared off into the distance, a small smile appearing on the side of your mouth.

“Alright, go long.” You told her, tossing the ball high and hard.

It flew over her head, and almost instinctively, Rory chased after it. She made a slight hop and caught it in her left hand, sliding along the dirt with her feet before tossing the ball back.

“Challenging me or somethin'?” She asked, putting her hands on her hips.

“A little.” You admitted.

You threw it a bit further this time, and again Rory caught it. The third time was even farther, Rory didn't seem to have a problem catching that either. The fourth one was a curve ball that veered to the right, which she caught with a leap before landing on one foot and positioning herself with a hop.

“C'mon!” She shouted, throwing the ball back. “Give me something harder!”

You shrugged took the ball in both hands.

[Experienced Farmhand] You raised your left leg before preparing your throw. Stretching it out, you dug it into the dirt below and positioned yourself for a mighty throw. You pulled your arm back and then moved forward with your body, rocketing your arm forwards soon after and firing the ball off with a spin.

The ball flew over Rory's head and she gave chase after it, faster than you've seen any regular human move. She managed to get in front of it and leap into the air, catching it with her right hand. She moved with the impact of the ball, flipping backwards in mid air before landing on her feet, stumbling, and falling on her bottom.

“Yeah!” She called out as she stood back up. “How'd you like that one!?”

You could see her tail wagging frantically from where you were. Rory noticed soon after, and forced it to stay down again.

>>394641

After the throws, the two of you made one more stroll around the property. Rory collected her things from her time capsule, and by the time you returned to the front of your property, the sun was beginning to set, blanketing the fields and roads with a calming orange glow.

The two of you stopped by the fence, and Rory hopped up and sat on the post naturally, like she sat at that spot a thousand times before.

“Man, this is…Nostalgic.” She commented. “Like nothing changed. Like I'm still a little kid.”

“Yeah?” Is all you asked, leaning against the post beside her.

“Yeah. Its not as busy, sure, but it was still nice…”

Rory looked around the property again. It was old now, the animals were gone, the fields were just starting to grow crops again, the paint on the shed and barn had chipped away, and some of the windows were cracked, or just flat out broken. She frowned, but only for a moment before smiling again.

“You know. I think you can make this work.” She told you.

“You think so?”

“Yeah. A bit of elbow grease and hard work, you can probably get this play thriving again in no time.”

“Well.” You shrugged. “I appreciate your confidence. I'll do my best.”

“I look forward to it.” The Kobold hopped off the post and brushed herself off. “I guess I should get going.”

She turned around one more time before she left.

“Hey, uh. You should come over some time. We could watch movies or just hang out or something.” She walked backwards towards her car. “Its the house with the big light house sticking out of it on the beach. Y'can't miss it.”

With one more smile, Rory skipped to her car, gave you one more smile and a wave and drove off. You saw her off with a wave of your own, and then went inside.

You sat in the kitchen for some time, and then realized you should probably get some books, or cable, or some movies…Or something to do at night…

–

The night came and went. Two days until full moon.

After breakfast, you did your rounds as usual, preparing for the day ahead.

[Experienced Farmhand] Right away you noticed something was…odd. The vegetables and fruits you had planted were growing, but growing faster than you expected. You narrowed your eyes as the strawberries you planted, several stems already protruding from the dirt in all directions. You stoop up and adjusted your hat, you almost wanted to mutter “What in tarnations?” Like some of the folks back home do…

Either way, its a new day, and without a set goal, its up to you where you want to go.

Call the mouse girl to come over and start working on the barn and shed.

Who am I kidding? Lol

Go visit Rory, the shed can wait.

>>394653

actually, commanding the mice as they fix up our barn seems like a rather fun venture for the next day, considering they're probably not experienced with physical labour at all

deleted >>394660 because i forgot to sage

True 394661, you could make the mice come over and have a little fun watching them work in the morning and then go see Rory that afternoon. But if you are not strict with the mice they might try to weasel you out of work and be very slow and not get much done. Maybe a firm but gentle approach might work. Of course you have the police over their heads so a little fun with blackmail they shouldn’t be a problem at all.

Then you have a movie and possibly dinner with Rory plus she really seemed to like playing ball….

>>394665

they might also learn something in the process, damn city kids

>>394642

Lots of work to do, might as well get some of that out of the way before we have any fun. I'm for working on the barn/shed and getting the mice involved.

>>394642

Lets look into finding some more odd jobs to do, for more money. And ask someone why our crops seem to be growing faster than normal. Are there any other farmers in the area we could talk to about this?

Gettin the mischief of mice together and workin on the buildings sound like a good idea to me. probably should go into town to get the stuff to make grilled cheese sandwiches to give them at lunchtime. i will never let this cheese thing die

>>394724

seconding us getting grilled cheese lunch for the mice

>>394785

>grilled cheese

Deep fried grilled cheese, gouda and brie mix

>>394795

>deep fried

uh, what?

is that an american thing?

>>394798

>is that an american thing?

Can't say I've ever heard of anything aside from a regular grilled cheese. But there's all kinds of deep fried abominations around in circuses and carnivals.

>>394642

Ask someone why our crops seem to be growing faster than normal. Then rope the mice into working on your barn with you, if they seem capable.

The shed still needs to be cleaned, same with the barn. You knew it was something you needed to do…But you didn't want to do it alone. Luckily, you had free labor this time around!

You had her phone number, all you had to do was find a way to contact her… You were never much for cellphones, but it shouldn't be that hard. Before you did anything drastic, you took a look around the house.

In the corner of the cellar, you did find an old telephone, dusty, corded, beige colored, and with a punch dial. You gave it a look over, it should work, right? The problem wasn't really if it worked, but if you had a line to your house.

You plugged it into the wall and just stared at it for a minute or so. Finally, you picked it up and put it to your ear. You were getting a tone, which surprised you, you're pretty sure this place wouldn't have a line set up or anything like that. Either way you punched in her number and waited.

It was ringing…It rang twice before someone picked up.

“Hello?”

“Hey, its me.” You said. “The farm guy.”

“O-oh. Whats up?” She asked.

“I need some help on the property today. Get your friends and come on over.”

She sat quiet for a minute before sighing. “Fine…We'll be there in a few.”

She hung up, and so did you. You began to question why your phone line was still active.

Just as promised, a light blue van arrived at your place forty five minutes later, and out came the mouse and her friends. They all seemed either tired or upset with what had transpired.

“Alright. We're here.” The leader pouted. “What do you need?”

“I need some things moved and dusted in the shed and barn.” You explained. “There are a few old hay bales in the barn that also need to be tossed out. They're square and not too big, you should be able to lift them.”

They grumbled, but complied, and discussed it amongst themselves over who would be doing what.

“Hey!” You called out to the one you caught in the store before she could drudge off. “Whats your name anyway?”

“Cassie.” She responded bluntly, before going to do her duties.

You went to work as well, dusting and carrying out whatever. The back of the shed had a pile of rotting wood that you got help with moving. Once that was settled, the rearranging and actual cleaning begun. You went to check the barn, only to find Cassie having trouble lifting a rather large square of hay. She dragged it little by little across the ground, but it was constantly getting caught on the ground as she struggled.

She was small, but you guessed you didn't figure that she would be that much weaker…

>Help her out.

>Let her struggle

>>394858

Help her out. That’s not work, that’s just inefficiency.

>>394858

Sit back and crack open a cold one.

Help her out, as well as any others that seem to be struggling.

>>394858

Help her out.

>>394858

>halp

>>394858

Help her out. That's just pathetic. The mice should work together to on heavier ones. But they might be mad at her for getting them caught.

>>394858

Help mousy by effortlessly lifting the hay bale and her over our shoulder

>>394858

this >>394871

>>394858

Grab another mouse and have her help her then continue to oversee the group.

>>394858

>Help her out.

Lets not be douchebaggy

>>394871

This.

>>394858

help her carry the hay, but don't just do it for her

>>394871

>Help mousy by effortlessly lifting the hay bale and her over our shoulder

I like this idea

>>394896

Maybe start by helping and then about halfway there unexpectedly throw her and the hay bale over your shoulder or if she starts to smart off do it sooner

>>394902

It's a lot more entertaining and impressive if we just pick her up along with it.

>>394969

Is this a bot or just someone being a faggot? This is the second or third post I’ve seen that seems off to me.

>>394973

>Is this a bot or just someone being a faggot?

No idea. But they sure sound like a retard.

You decided it would be better for everyone if you pitched in a bit more, afterall, you didn't want to come off as some kind of tyrant. You approached Cassie and lifted the hay square for her, you didn't expect her to actually hold on.

[Experienced Farmhand] She squeaked in surprise as you lifted both her and the hay on your shoulder, laying on her stomach as you carried them out of the barn. You noticed almost right away, but didn't want to just drop her, so instead you crouched down and let her get off before putting the hay with the rest.

Cassie brushed the hay out of her clothing and patted her knees down. She eyed you up and down with a hand at her side.

“Well.” She said. “Aren't you just a tall glass of water.”

[Experienced Farmhand] You didn't know how to respond, so instead you just gave her a thumbs up and went back to work.

“Mr Farmer man!” Another mouse approached you.

She looked at you with only one eye, as the other one was hidden behind her violet hair. She had something in her hand, and she handed it to you a few seconds later.

“I found this in the barn–” She said, pointing at your hand. “Under that hay you lifted!”

You examined what she put in your hand. It was… Another key, like the one Leonard gave you. You narrowed your eyes, two keys and you had no idea where they even went. You thanked her and pocketed the key, actually not expecting them to hand over anything they find.

The work went much faster than expected, giving you time to look over the garden again. Cassie joined you after clean up.

“Whatcha lookin at?” She asked.

“Something's weird about these plants.” You explained, though you weren't really giving her preesence any mind, preoccupied with your thoughts. “Fruits and veggies don't usually grow this fast…”

Cassie blinked and looked at the stems. She reached down and took some of the dirt in her hand. Suddenly, she jolted slightly, like a tingle ran down her spine.

“Ooh, tingly.” She exclaimed, dropping the dirt. “That's…Weird.”

She had to rub her hand. You gave her a look and touched the dirt yourself, but you didn't feel anything. Cassie took a cautious step away, giving you a look.

“You got weird dirt.” She stated bluntly, before joining the others.

The work was done, and after eating, the Mice girls prepared to leave, a deal was a deal, but you expected to call them again in the future. You were saying your thanks and good byes when you noticed they were whispering to one another, something about the “Farm guy.” which was clearly you. But before you had a chance to inquire, they hurried off back to the van.

“Well, it was fun, I guess.” Cassie told you. “We'll see you when we see you.”

They drove off, leaving you alone on the property. You leaned against the fence, there was still much of the day left for you to decide what you wanted to do.

>>394999

We should probably go ask Leonard about the dirt at our farm, see if he knows anything.

Afterwords I say we go buy some tools if we're going into the forest to grab those orc fruits and green spry.

>>395002

>>394999

aye, tools like a stun baton, you gotta remember that we won't be alone in those woods, i get the feeling that wherewolves won't be the only thing we have to worry about

in there

>>395002

Let’s make sure we ask about this other key too.

>>394999

Lets go ask Leonard about the dirt and the two old keys. And get his opinion on what we should do to prepare for the full moon. And if he doesn't know the answers then ask if he knows anyone who would know the answers. I'm sure he'll expect us to have questions like these.

My guess is that "weird dirt" is mixed with concentrated monster mana of some variety. How it got that way, I couldn't begin to guess. It's probably a trick that our grandpa learned from some other farmers or monsters at some point.

>>395032

We've already asked him about the full moon

>>395135

Really? I'll read up a bit.

>>395159

>>395135

Yep, you're right. I still want to ask him about those keys and the soil though.

>>394973

Why what's wrong with having sex with farm animals? You have problems?

>>395170

sage your posts faggot

Sorry for the lack of updates and short update. I may have to make a pilgrimage across the country in a week or two and had to prepare that shit.

When in doubt, visit Leonard. You made sure everything was in order before heading into town, and once again you found Leonard in front of his house, this time tending to his garden.

“Well well.” He said with a laugh, taking off his gloves. “Do we need to get a hotline made?”

You shrugged and produced a jar of dirt you brought with you from the farm.

“There's something up with the soil at my place.” You explained.

Leonard narrowed his eyes on the jar and looked it over, tilting his head to one side. “It looks like regular old dirt to me.”

“All of my crops are growing faster.” You explained. “Faster than they should. This girl I know, Cassie's, she touched the dirt and said it tingles.

“That's…Hm.” Leonard rubbed his chin. “That's new to me.”

Leonard paced about, thinking, he seemed to be invested in this as much as you now.

“There is a man I know.” He explained. “His name is Herbert. He's not the most…Sane person, but things like this are his specialties.”

Leonard took a notepad from his front pocket and scribbled into it. “He lives on the outskirts of town. And I mean it when I said he was an oddball. He's not dangerous, though, at least I think he's not.”

You took the address from his hands. After exchanging some pleasantries for a bit, you say your goodbyes and head out on the road.

You found the place, though it wasn't easy. His house, or rather shack, was between two overgrown trees, camouflaged behind the bushes and leafs. It was quiet, you couldn't even hear the animals, and every brain cell was telling you you were going to get murdered… But Leonard vouched for the guy…

>Go in.

>Don't risk it.

>>395314

Go in.

>>395314

Fuck with the crazy. Pound on the door and yell "FBI OPEN UP!"

>>395319

The bots are learning and they

CAN'T

FUCKING

SAGE

Should probably knock first, then enter.

what are these bots doing here? can somebody get rid of them?

>>395314

>Go in.

Do eeet.

Nothing ventured, nothing gained, you've always wanted to try dying anyway. You approached the front door and went to knoc-

Suddenly, the door flung open and you were met with the sight of two barrels from a shotgun aimed back at you. You froze up and instinctively put your hands int the air, leaning back as the barrels were almost touching your nose.

A man leaned out to the side from behind the sights of his weapon, his eyes were large and crazy, he didn't blink ot take his eyes off you. His beard was unkempt and raggy, and his hair, or what was left of it, stuck out from the sides of his red trucker cap. He was chewing on something, you couldn't tell what it was. He was wearing a padded vest, with a checkered red button shirt underneath, as well as ripped jeans and a pair of boots that had seen better days.

“Alright, boy.” He said from between chewing. “Who sent 'ya?”

“Sent me?” You asked.

“Yeh, which gov'ment group you with? You a spook? A spy? Some'kind 'a military assassin come to kill me?”

“No sir.” You said, shaking your head.

“'den who sent 'ya?” He asked again.