The Home of A. Parrish

The address leads the girls to an old neighborhood in what used to be the heart of the city. Driving down the street is like taking a trip through history. An old stone farm house sits on a hill lodged between newer brick homes. Other homes feature brand new vinyl siding on them. This is a neighborhood that's seen its fair share of growth and decay. The girls park near a brick privacy wall that's seen better days. Moss grows between the crumbling bricks, and you have to wonder how it manages to keep from collapsing. Kacie stretches as she steps out of the driver side of her car. Anne's nose is still buried in the book, but upon exiting the vehicle she holds her place with her thumb and opens to the back of the book to look at the address again.

"It says 122 and an eighth. That sounds so familiar." Anne muses. "It has to be fake, right? Ooh, what if this is one of the traps?" The redheaded girl presses against Kacie's side and squeezes the taller girl's arm. "This is so exciting, Kacie!"

Kacie goes crimson as Anne's breasts press against her. You know how she feels. The more time you spend listening to Anne's bawdy excitement for adventure, the more you feel the same. Kacie coughs to clear her throat. "Um, well this is 122." She looks up at the old farm house on the hill. "So, an eighth must be..."

A trellis covered in ivy and small white flowers provides a gap in the wall almost exactly one-eighth of the way between 122 and 124. You feel like you're about to enter a secret garden as the girls walk through. Inside there are pieces of driftwood arranged artfully down an old stone path. It opens up into the lushest patch of green lawn you've ever seen. Across the lawn sits an old stone barn. Its wide doors are left open, adorned by flowery curtains that blow gently in the breeze. The girls stop at the edge of the lawn and start to take off their shoes—socks and Anne's tights follow. For a moment you wonder if they are entranced by the sight of this secret place, perhaps about to transform before your eyes, but then you see a sign with instructions carved into it—PLEASE DO NOT CROSS UNLESS BAREFOOT. It is a strange request, but whoever made the sign was courteous enough to leave a wooden chest for storage.

"Ooh!" It only takes one step into the soft grass before you see Anne shudder in pleasure. Her long skirt billows in the quiet breeze as she stops only a few steps in and wriggles her toes. "Do you think whoever lives here would mind if we just like rolled around on their lawn for a bit?"

Kacie is almost mellow in comparison. She stands further into the grass than Anne, watching her friend coo with enjoyment. "I mean, go ahead if you want, but isn't mindless self-indulgence like a classic adventure trap? Maybe we should focus on the book..."

"What in tarnation are you two going on about out here?" A husky Amazon of a woman asks, stepping out between the curtains of the barn. She has wild, untamed red curls held back by a simple scarf, and is dressed in a pair of short yellow overalls. Her mountainous breasts completely overflow the small garment, leaving very little to the imagination.

"Oh wow!" Anne gasps, her eyes glued to the powerful woman's chest. She gives one of her own a jealous squeeze.

Surprised to be so close to a woman that dwarfs her in size, Kacie shrinks back like a young pup that was just shown its place. "Um... are you A. Parrish? You see, we have this book, and—"

"Holy shit! You have the book!" The woman yells, elated. She charges forward, her breasts jostling about, nearly running over Kacie. The boyish girl stumbles into the grass as the Amazon picks Anne up in a gigantic hug, and squeezes her fellow redhead. You hear a sharp moan as Anne's face is engulfed by the woman's bountiful bosom. "Oh, shoot, I'm sorry, little one!" She set Anne down and the smaller girl is left looking quite dizzy.

"I guess that's a yes..." Kacie mutters as she pushes herself up, her butt stained from the grass.

"Yes, I'm April Parrish, but that book actually belonged to my mother, Alice." The woman explains. "You have no idea how long I've been waiting for this day. Please, both of you, come inside. There's a lot we need to discuss."

Though April has left both girls a little worse for the wear, they follow her inside. The inside of the barn is cozy, with a small sitting area, a kitchen, and a loft—a space that looks too small for a woman that eclipses six feet. The three women sit down and begin to talk. Most of it you've heard before. The story of April's mother, Alice, is all too familiar. She acquired the book in the 1980s, making her one of the first to tangle with the Trickster in his current form, and like so many others she was given a challenge. In Alice's case, she was sent to an island where scientists conducted strange experiments. Alice barely made it a day before she was captured and transformed into human cattle. April came along not long after, and seemed destined for a life as part of the herd, but was snatched away before she could come of age. She found herself back in her mother's childhood home, and she looked so much like Alice that—even though they had aged considerably in the time their daughter was away—her grandparents didn't even question her origin and raised her as their daughter. She's spent her life knowing that one day she'd meet someone that was under the Trickster's curse, and she hoped to use that power to get back to the island and free her mother from servitude.

"There's one thing that's bothering me, April." Kacie speaks up as the strong woman finishes her story. "If you were conceived on the island, doesn't that make you—"

"Part hucow?" April asks, a knowing grin on her lips. "I guess you want to see, don't you?" She unties the scarf from her mane of curls, and as she brushes her hair out with her fingers you can see a pair of nub-like horns peeking out from beneath the cover of redness. April then reaches behind her back and you hear two little snaps. A moment later a long tuft-tipped tail escapes. Anne's eyes light up with interest.

"Ohmygod! You look amazing!" The smaller redhead bleats out. "C-could you... well... that is... do you ever moo?" She is coy in the way she asks, but you know better by now.

"I do, but it can be kind of embarrassing. After I do it, I get a little, um, slack-jawed." April responds, hesitating. "Maybe if you both do it with me I won't feel so self-conscious though."

"Mooo—" Anne starts, taking the prompt with glee.

"I don't moo!" Kacie sharply interrupts, and then sighs at their host. "Please don't encourage her. Her lust 'for adventure' is bad enough as it is."

"My mother was like that too..." April says, wistful. Her silence lasts for a while, but she sounds happy and contemplative when she finally speaks. "Maybe the book prefers its readers to have that type of disposition."

She means all the readers are huge fucking sluts. You hear Kacie think. It's been a while since you've heard either of the girls' thoughts, so you can't help but feel that maybe that thought was somehow directed at you. You swear you hear the Trickster's giggle right after.

"Um, can I ask something else?" Anne speaks up, and receives an admonishing glare from her friend. "I swear, it's a real question this time." Anne scoots to the edge of her seat, and gains a serious, almost analytical tone. "I want to help. I really, truly, do, but how were you planning on getting us to this island? It sounds like it's off in some magical realm. It's not like we can just open a door and get there, right?"

April smiles, stands up, and stretches to reach the loft above the kitchen. You catch both Anne and Kacie watching her tail sway. When the tall, freckled woman returns she is holding a wooden box with ornate carvings all over it. Phantom tribal drums fill your head. The box is the perfect size to house a board game. She sets the box down in front of Anne and Kacie. You know where this is headed. It's time to play—FERTILE FIELDS. Wait, what is Fertile Fields?