Vanilla Farm: A Breeding Season Fan Story
Story by Evil Empire
This is something of an experiment on my part. An experiment I'm willing to abandon if it doesn't pan out. In short, I will continue it only if it generates a sufficient reaction (re: comments and hitting the handy thanks button). Given the the themes of this story vs the prevailing tastes of this board I expect I'll only be writing the one chapter. But I thought it an interesting idea so I wanted to at least try it.
If you don't know what Breeding Season is you can check it out here for more info: http://wiki.breedingseason.com/Main_Page
If you're familiar with the game and the different encounters you'll quickly realize I've taken a good deal of liberty with the game, particularly with a lot of the dialogue that happens on the first day. Overall, the biggest difference is the monsters have dialogue. I'm pretty sure in the game the monsters (other than elves) aren't much more than dumb beasts but writing a story about a bunch of characters who can't talk doesn't sound very fun to me.
As a disclaimer I want to say that I have no affiliation with the Breeding Season team whatsoever. This story is purely a fan effort, not some form of clever advertising.
WARNINGS: furry, monsters, oral, castration threat (no actual castration), futa/female
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Vanilla Farm
A Breeding Season Fan Story
Chapter One: Buying Britni
Chapter One: Buying Britni- 8/1 First Year
Vanilla looked at her map and then up at the gate for what might have been the fiftieth time. Tengarden Farms, well it had to be right. Her parents were farmers registered to the Guild and she was Vanilla Tengarden after all. There wasn't likely to be two Tengarden Farms in the same valley. Another quick check of the map showed only the one Tengarden Farms; her parents' farm. Or rather, the farm that had belonged to them but had passed on to her.
She hadn't known what to expect but whatever she was expecting, Tengarden Farms wasn't it. Or rather, the remains of the Tengarden Farms wasn't it. Put simply, the place was a dump. The gate to the farm was near collapse with one of the upright beams leaning off at an angle and several of the support struts missing or shattered.
Thankfully the farmhouse looked solid enough but the wrap-around porch was a complete ruin. Past the farmhouse she spotted what looked like a kennel designed for dickwolves and a cathouse obviously meant for keeping catgirls. At least those seemed in somewhat better repair.
She parked her bicycle next to the dilapidated farmhouse and looked around. She shook her head at what she saw, she didn't understand- Tengarden Farms had been a thriving business by all accounts. While her parents weren't wealthy they were running a profitable farm, profitable enough to send her to a private school in the city.
Well, at any rate Tengarden Farms would need a good deal of repair and remodeling. She grimaced at the thought. She wasn't loath to hard work and she wasn't afraid to swing a hammer but she knew nothing about construction or carpentry. She had no clue how to even begin a job of this magnitude.
Luckily, a voice interrupted her growing despair. "Vanilla? Is that you?"
Vanilla turned to see a slender girl in a business suit wearing a Guild badge and realized she was looking at her Guild contact. She searched her memory for a moment before recalling the name she was given. "Margo?"
"So you are Vanilla," Margo said, her face breaking into a wide smile. "Yes, I'm Margo, Junior Administrator for the Breeding Guild." She paused to look Vanilla over. "So you're going to be our newest breeder, huh? Aren't you adorable?"
Vanilla flushed and looked away. She had been staring at Margo's stunning green eyes and for a moment she thought she had been caught red-handed staring like a pervert.
Margo cleared her throat and quickly moved on, saving Vanilla further embarrassment. "Your parents' will was quite clear; you are to inherit Tengarden Farms and as well as the remaining time left of your parents' Guild membership and all the benefits and rights that comes with it."
"Remaining time?" Vanilla echoed. "Just how much remaining time is there?"
"About five years," Margo informed her. "Standard Guild membership contracts are for ten years and they are inheritable. As I stated you have all the rights and benefits as a full-fledged member of the Guild although being completely new to the field y
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