Day 2: Mimic/Pumpkin

The sun rose upon a village of mud huts surrounded by fields of orange gourds, as it had for decades past. And as it had been for decades past, two women stood out in the fields. There were robes of rough fabric around their feet, and each had a hand fingering the other's pussy.

"Repeat after me." The first one said. She was older, and from the experience in her voice it seemed she had done this many times before.

"On this day, we give thanks for the fertility of the fields..."

"On this day, w-we give thanks for the fertility of the fields..." The second woman was younger, and clearly a novice, already stumbling her words.

"And we give the fields our blessings..."

"A-and we g-give the fields our - ah - blessings..."

"For stronger crops next year."

"F-for stronger - ooo-oh!" The novice's words were cut short by her orgasm, her knees buckling as her juices dripped around the older woman's fingers onto the soil below.

All was silent for a moment, then the senior woman spoke. "Not bad. But we will have to try the rite again."