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The tall human woman Sasha takes the trip to the nearest hospital that has scanning equipment to have her ribs checked, and boy are they in good shape! The purple and white vixen-taur's wrap has certainly done its job very well. And Sasha even finds something very fascinating at the hospital that teaches her a good deal about taur internal anatomy!\n\nOf course, it's a two-day drive to Arfafield, so the chocolate-colored Labrador girl Millie had decided to extend her visit by a couple of last days, so Buddleia wouldn't be left all alone at once. And since Sasha had told them to take good care of each other... they sure did, and they even had to tell Sasha about it over the phone! With the aid of a picture or two even! Oh those two naughty...\nUnfortunately, after many cheerful successes in Arfafield, the joy of the drive back home gets tempered a good deal by a couple of further phonecalls. Oh dear.\n\nA Mature rating therefore, because what Buddleia and Millie had been doing with Sasha was basically sexting, hee! Nothing really very naughty, but there's a description or two of some private pictures, and some conversation that's not exactly suitable for young little ears. And neither is the language used in the final phonecalls, so, yeah. But it's still tame enough to be safe for my IB account here despite the Mature rating on a story with a human in it >^_^<\n\nBuddleia is © Fritti Breezedancer\nSasha Farr is © Fritti Breezedancer\nMillie Stokes is © Fritti Breezedancer\nThe Minnaluna world and all characters therein are © Fritti Breezedancer", "description_bbcode_parsed": "It's finally time! the flowery wrap comes off for the final time! The tall human woman Sasha takes the trip to the nearest hospital that has scanning equipment to have her ribs checked, and boy are they in good shape! The purple and white vixen-taur's wrap has certainly done its job very well. And Sasha even finds something very fascinating at the hospital that teaches her a good deal about taur internal anatomy!

Of course, it's a two-day drive to Arfafield, so the chocolate-colored Labrador girl Millie had decided to extend her visit by a couple of last days, so Buddleia wouldn't be left all alone at once. And since Sasha had told them to take good care of each other... they sure did, and they even had to tell Sasha about it over the phone! With the aid of a picture or two even! Oh those two naughty...
Unfortunately, after many cheerful successes in Arfafield, the joy of the drive back home gets tempered a good deal by a couple of further phonecalls. Oh dear.

A Mature rating therefore, because what Buddleia and Millie had been doing with Sasha was basically sexting, hee! Nothing really very naughty, but there's a description or two of some private pictures, and some conversation that's not exactly suitable for young little ears. And neither is the language used in the final phonecalls, so, yeah. But it's still tame enough to be safe for my IB account here despite the Mature rating on a story with a human in it >^_^<

Buddleia is © Fritti Breezedancer
Sasha Farr is © Fritti Breezedancer
Millie Stokes is © Fritti Breezedancer
The Minnaluna world and all characters therein are © Fritti Breezedancer", "writing": "The weekend had come and gone. A couple of days of calm, relaxed lounging, a few steady routines of farm work, a lot of tantric cuddling - which in several cases had progressed into either tantric sex or quite passionate sex. It was like making the most of the last couple of days of being together with the three of them; Sasha the human woman, Buddleia the purple and white vixen-taur and Millie the chocolate-colored Labrador girl. Their ways would soon be parting again; Sasha had made the call to the Nightingale Medical Centre in Arfafield on Monday morning to let them know she would be arriving two days later, and that was about the time Millie would be returning home to her studio apartment in Fossil City to pack up her belongings and move back to the farm of her aunt and uncle, on the south side of the small town of Fennfield.\n\nMonday morning had started with the same calm, steady routine. Feeding the chicken and the growing baby chicks, feeding the rabbits - including the recently caught beige-colored wild rabbit who seemed to be adjusting to being in a pen with another male rabbit well enough - and feeding Choco the goat. Also milking Choco the goat, filtering, chilling and bottling the milk and putting it away, and using several bottles of the older milk to make more butterfly-shaped cheeses. Breakfast being prepared while the milk was being taken care of, then enjoyed in the back garden, followed by a morning bath in the pond and a relaxed session of drying, brushing each other and cuddling.\n\nAs the morning passed by, Sasha did do a little work, even if it was not related to the farm or the animals. She took the small toolbox to the wreck of her white Volvo station wagon, took out the radio and the loudspeakers and installed them into the 1956 Citroen 2CV AZU that was now her regular car. The human woman would be utilizing that old vehicle to make the drive over to Arfafield, and if she was going to spend two days in a rattly old vehicle with a two-cylinder boxer engine that screamed at the effort of doing 60mph, she was damn well going to make sure she could play some loud music in there to offset all the noise. It was an easy enough job; especially because it didn't need to look very neat, it just needed to work.\n\nSasha even made some further preparations for the long drive. The old duvet that had been used to protect the boxes in which the large old two-gallon glass preserve jars that had belonged to her grandmother had been transported was folded in half and laid in the large open cargo compartment of the half car, half panel van, so Sasha could sleep in there. She had checked, and there was nothing but a whole lot of nothing between the tiny community village of Rolling Hills and the decently sized town of Arfafield; the first day of the drive would see her ending up in the middle of all the nothing so the vehicle was the only option to spend the night in. The human woman also emptied her old suitcase and packed it with some of her old clothes Millie had brought over from her old studio apartment in the city and at least one of her hairbrushes. She was fully prepared and even slightly looked forward to doing the first half of the drive in nothing but the pink sun hat with the two ribbons that Buddleia had given her, and the faded flower-print wrap around her chest, but as soon as she would approach a more populated area, she would need some clean clothes to wear, which would also be needed for the actual visit to the hospital.\n\nA large old burlap sack was utilized to put the whole heap of unwashed clothes that lay in the small bathroom in, as Sasha figured she might as well find a laundromat in Arfafield to wash all their clothes - and locate a thrift store or second-hand store to find an old washing machine to bring back with her. There was a connection for a washing machine in the small bathroom, next to the old water heater, but there hadn't been a machine there in a very, very long time. And with the power to the farm restored, they could run a washing machine so finding a cheap used one would be worth it. Stuffing all the unwashed clothes in the burlap sack had caused a bit of a giggle, however, as among all the shirts and pairs of shorts also was the set of clothes and underwear Millie had been wearing when she first arrived at the farm; Sasha stuffed that into the sack right along with everything else.\n \"Uhm... mom? That's, uh... that was my clothes you put in there,\" Millie had said with a light chortle.\n \"Yeah? Good, then you'll have a good reason to come back soon, choco-snoot, won't you?\" Sasha had responded with a cheerful grin.\n\nA bit of searching through all the loose stuff that had been tossed around inside the Volvo station wagon during the accident had produced a small phone holder with a suction cup, along with a cable to plug a phone into the cigarette lighter. Seeing as how the very old and rudimentary, indeed even spartan 2CV delivery vehicle lacked even that luxury, Sasha had also removed the cigarette lighter from her wrecked station wagon and installed it into the old Citroen so she could plug in her phone and attach it to the windshield, as she would need the GPS app on her phone to guide her from about the Ag Co-op onwards.\n\nLunch was had a bit earlier than usual, as Buddleia and Millie had finished painting the bale shelter Buddleia had built and decided to go straight for lunch after cleaning up. With the food finished and settling, the three of them stretched out in the soft warm grass in the back garden and snuggled up against each other again for some content and relaxed cuddling. A thing that had smoothly and naturally crept into their cuddling which looked sexual at first glance was actually mellowing and adorable; while snuggled up against Sasha's side and being gently and lovingly petted, Millie had turned to suckling at the human woman's breast. Not that she expected Sasha to actually lactate, but the process in itself just made the still relatively young chocolate Labrador girl feel [i]so[/i] relaxed and content and plain happy, feeling like she was being held and nurtured by a true mother.\n\nIt was with a decent amount of reluctance, therefore, that after two hours of relaxed cuddling, Sasha gently lifted Millie's head off her chest and pressed a soft kiss on the Labrador girl's lips, followed by a kiss on Buddleia's lips.\n \"I hate this, but I really should get going, my lovelies,\" she smiled. \"If I don't start making tracks now, I'll have to drive through the night.\" Her lips curled into a playful smirk. \"And I have a bit of a bad experience with driving at night.\"\n \"Awww...\" Millie murmured, nuzzling her stumpy muzzle into the nape of Sasha's neck and giving a few affectionate licks. \"I wish you didn't have to go, mom. I was so comfy, hee.\"\n \"There's an even comfier fluffy pillow of a mom right here, choco-snoot,\" Sasha chortled lightly, laying Millie against Buddleia's upper chest. \"And you wish I didn't have to go? Hell, [i]I[/i] wish I didn't have to go, because now you're gonna get this gorgeous and soft and sexy fuzzbutt all to yourself for a few days. If I didn't love both of you as much as I do, I'd get jealous,\" she chortled with a quick, cheerful wink.\nMillie let go a light giggle as well, which turned louder but got muffled into Sasha's small breasts as Buddleia pulled the human woman into a close hug with both arms and nuzzled her slender muzzle into the other nape of Sasha's neck.\n \"I love my Sasha noodle much lots too, yes,\" she churred, laying several affectionate licks to the side of the human woman's neck. \"You drive safe, Sasha, be careful, yes? You have another accident, I gonna scream.\"\n \"No need to worry, babe,\" Sasha smiled, leaning up her head a bit to kiss softly at one of Buddleia's perky ears. \"This time I'm driving between flat, rolling fields, not two and a half thousand feet up along the side of a mountain, and in a silly old car that's hella slow at that, too. I'll be perfectly safe, and I promise I'll be very careful as well.\"\n \"Good,\" Buddleia churred, holding Sasha close. \"You go have doctor say your ribs all good, and you come back fast, yes.\"\n \"I'll hurry as best as I can, my sweet soft fuzzbutt,\" Sasha smiled, letting go a soft giggle at Millie's arms waving randomly from between her and Buddleia's body and one of the canine girl's paws coming up to lightly squeeze one of the vixen-taur's breasts.\n \"Uhm, mom, honk honk? You're kinda smothering me with mom's boobs, hee,\" the Labrador girl's voice sounded a bit muffled from between Sasha's small breasts.\n\nBuddleia yipped a soft giggle as well and let go of Sasha so the human woman could sit up and lean back a bit. Millie breathed deeply once her muzzle was no longer buried in freckled skin and giggled, sitting up as well and turning a bit so she could hug Sasha with one arm and Buddleia with the other arm.\n \"Gosh, you're both so silly, and I love you both so much. But mom Leia is right, mom, you be sure to drive real careful now, because if you have another accident, I'm gonna scream too! And you know how hard I can scream,\" she giggled softly.\n \"Hell yeah, you can have a very shrill voice if you want to, choco-snoot,\" Sasha chortled. \"But as I said, no need to worry, I will be really careful and make sure I get to the hospital safe and sound and back here safe and sound.\" She grinned and winked cheerfully. \"No way in hell am I gonna risk breaking something again, it's been way too fucking hard having to wait so long to have some good sex and I'm [i]not[/i] gonna do that again, I'll tell you what!\"\n \"That's good, mom,\" Millie giggled softly, drawing in a deeper breath for a moment and letting it go in a light sigh, but still smiling. \"Well, I suppose if you're all set, you'd better get going.\"\n \"Oh, but you're getting a few more minutes of my sparkling presence,\" Sasha chortled, picking up the faded flower-print fabric and handing it to Buddleia. \"I still need you to put this back on me, babe. I still want the support for that crazy long drive, and I want the folks at the hospital to see just how amazingly you've been taking care of me.\"\n\nBuddleia smiled wide enough to display her upper canine teeth and the front end of her dark pink tongue, and even the upper halves of her lower canine teeth. She scooted over as Sasha sat down on the tree stump they used as a garden table and churred softly while she wrapped the broad ribbon of fabric back around the human woman's chest in the way she had been doing for the past couple of months. Millie turned and hugged her knees to her chest with both arms, looking at it with a happy smile and wagging her sleek tail as Sasha leaned over when Buddleia was done, hugging the Labrador girl and pressing a soft kiss on Millie's lips, then hugging Buddleia again and pressing a loving kiss on the vulpine taur's lips as well.\n\nAll three of them got up and walked around the right side of the small farmhouse, over to the open area in front of the old silo and the large shed where Buddleia's beat-up 1948 Chevrolet Fleetline, Sasha's 1956 Citroen 2CV AZU and Millie's 1994 Toyota Starlet were parked. A last check was done to make absolutely certain Sasha had everything with her that she needed; her wallet with all her cards and some cash money, the printed reference from miss Kyeeru, the old duvet, her suitcase with a few changes of clothes, the large sack of unwashed clothes, an old, faded blue cooler of which the outer shell had several cracks in it, filled with sandwiches and several bottles of fresh goat milk, two of the large, old metal jerrycans full of gasoline and some of her CDs. More hugs and kisses were exchanged, and Sasha finally got into the old car and started the engine.\n\nShe blew the horn as she drove off, chortling to herself over the almost pathetically quiet, cracking 'puweep' coming from under the curved and ribbed hood, and stuck her arm through the lower half of the flip-up door window to wave. Buddleia and Millie waved after her as well, holding their other arms around each other and returning to the back garden as Sasha drove through the opening in the fence at the front of their farm and turned onto the wide dirt road, disappearing out of sight behind the small forest covering the low hill opposite the farm.\n\nPlaying several of her Billy Joel CDs on the Volvo's old car radio and CD-player, the human woman wiled away the hours as she drove down the wide dirt road towards the Ag Co-op. When she finally got there, she put her phone in the holder, stuck it to the windshield and opened the GPS app, because she had no idea how to proceed from there. As it turned out, the shortcut running through the forest behind the livestock dealer also connected to a narrow dirt road that ran along the yard of the BGA plant, the huge buildings of which were effectively hidden behind the tall trees of the forest. A side-road ran between the forest and the side of the BGA yard, and connected to another wide road, this one covered in gravel, that ran back along the other side of the livestock dealer and the hill the Ag Co-op was sitting on and curved to lead into the vast expanse of rolling fields of grass and scattered forests, copses and clusters of trees and groups of large boulders.\n\nEven if Sasha had never been out that way before, she still had the feeling she had seen all of the surroundings before. It just kept on being so much more of the same, wide open landscape of grass with numerous colorful flowers, bushes, and forests and trees, and occasional single huge boulders or groups of boulders. To her left, in the distance, the mountains of the Dino Mountain Range dominated the horizon behind endless rolling fields and foothills of grass and flowers and small forests and clusters of trees; to her right, a whole lot more endless rolling fields of grass, flowers, small forests and clusters of trees, with the horizon on that side dominated in the distance by the massive dark mass of the Arfajia Woods.\n\nFeeling herself getting pretty weary after several more hours from the monotonous landscape, the droning chirp of the little boxer engine running at constant high RPMs and the never-ending crunch of the narrow tires on the gravel road, the human woman decided that ten hours of driving was more than plenty for one day. She found a spot in the shadow of a small cluster of trees some way off the side of the gravel road to park the old car, killed the engine, took out the driver's seat - which merely clicked into place inside the car for just that reason - and set it in the grass. One of the tall, narrow rear doors of the cargo compartment was opened to pull near the old cooler, and Sasha calmly ate a few of the sandwiches and sipped from one of the bottles of cool goat milk while enjoying the warmth of the sun on her naked freckled skin. She sat and relaxed for a good while, pushing her pink sun hat a bit down over her face while she swiped on her phone, deleting some old photos she had no desire of keeping, smiling at the photo of Millie in the almost transparent pink babydoll, and watching a video or two on the Youtube app while the light slowly faded from the sky.\n\nEventually calling it a night, Sasha clicked the driver's seat back into place behind the steering wheel, got into the back of the cargo compartment, closed the narrow door and stretched out on the folded duvet. It was comfortable enough for a night of decent sleep. The next morning, she slipped out of the back of the old vehicle and did a few stretches to loosen up her muscles, brushed her long ginger hair, and after another couple of sandwiches and the other half of the opened bottle of goat milk, the human woman got back behind the wheel to resume her journey.\n\nHours of the same. So much of nothing but the same. Sasha went through several more of her CDs to combat the droning chirp of the old little boxer engine and the ceaseless crunch of the narrow tires on the gravel road, and every now and then pulled over to get out of the car and do a few stretches again and rub her eyes. It was very nice and calming to live so far out in the remote reaches of the valley with hundreds and hundreds of miles of absolute nothing all around, but [i]good grief[/i] was it a pain when actually needing to go someplace.\n\nThe tall human woman didn't even know how many hours had passed when she pulled over for the she couldn't even remember how manyth time. There was a reason now; she started seeing farms in the distance, so she knew she was getting closer to a populated area. After a few more stretches and a sandwich, Sasha reached into the back of the cargo compartment and pulled near her suitcase as well, opening it and taking out a pair of denim shorts and the sleepy Rainbow Dash t-shirt. She was already wearing her beach sandals, as she had found operating the small old pedals in the car was not comfortable with her bare feet, and she still rolled up the t-shirt to just below her small breasts as well to keep the flowery wrap around her chest free.\n\nBack on the road she went. Another few hours went by, and the GPS app started coming into its own as Sasha was no longer following a single gravel road but found herself driving through small widespread villages and actually having to make a turn every now and then. Eventually, the gravel road connected to a blacktop road, there was more traffic, and larger buildings started looming in the distance. Yet another hour and a half later, the lanky human woman was driving up to a fairly sizeable town, with an actual arch over the road leading into it with a sign that read \"Welcome to Arfafield, the final farming hub of Arfajia Valley\".\n\nShe did spot a very large white building on the outskirts of the town that looked like a hospital, but she ignored it. According to her phone, the time was already creeping towards 8PM, and she was weary, drowsy and hungry. Finding the white and blue buildings of a Bluetit Inn, Sasha parked in the parking lot, took her suitcase from the back of the car and checked in for the night, having a simple dinner in the adjoining restaurant after putting her suitcase in her room.\n\nReturning to her room after the small dinner, Sasha checked the bathroom. It actually had a small bath tub, which she used to have a careful bath to not get the flowery wrap around her chest wet. She also stood next to the tub and leaned over it, utilizing the shower head over the tub that way to wash her long ginger hair. Dried off and naked again, she lay down on the bed, put her phone on the charger and called Buddleia's number.\n\nThe line rung for several times before it was answered.\n \"Sasha, is you, yes?\"\n \"It's me, fuzzbutt,\" Sasha smiled, her smile deepening as she also heard Millie's voice in the background.\n \"Tap that button, mom.\"\n \"Still getting used to the phone, fuzzbutt, are you?\"\n \"Yes, I never have one before. I need to get used to a bit.\"\n \"How are you, mom?\" Millie's voice came through a lot more clearly; she obviously had helped Buddleia activate the speaker function.\n \"Doing fine, choco-snoot. Tired as fuck, that was one hell of a drive, I'll tell you what. But I'm in Arfafield now, in a Bluetit Inn, I've had dinner and a wash and I'm laying on a comfy bed, so I'm feeling a lot better.\"\n \"You not get wrap wet, Sasha? It squeeze you if it shrink.\"\n \"I was very careful to not get it wet, babe, no worries. The rooms here have a tub in the bathroom, so that helped.\"\n \"Good, okay, is good. You go to hospital now, Sasha?\"\n \"Hell no, not tonight anymore. It's eight-forty, and I may be feeling better after the bath and dinner, but I'm still dead on my feet. I'll go tomorrow.\"\n \"You had good meal, Sasha?\"\n \"It was okay. Food's pretty decent at these Bluetit Inns, but they can't beat your delicious cooking, fuzzbutt, I'll tell you what.\"\n \"We had pancakes, mom! Yum! What did you have?\"\n \"Oh sure, make me jealous, choco-snoot, heh. But here, let me make you gals jealous too; I had fried rice with jumbo shrimp in sweet-spicy sauce. Goddam, I gotta admit, I missed having shrimp.\"\n \"Ooo, that sounds so yummy, mom! I gotta have some too when I get back to the city!\"\n \"And I ask mister Jonesy when I in town! Maybe he can get, yes!\"\n \"Tell you what, before I go back home, I'll get a bag of fresh ice for that cooler and I'll bring some frozen shrimp and other seafood back with me.\"\n \"That's no help, mom! Hee hee! I'll already be back in the city by the time you get back!\"\n \"Where you can damn well get shrimp by yourself, choco-snoot, haha. Who said I was bringing any back for [i]you[/i]?\"\n \"Nawww, you're mean, mom! Hee hee!\"\n \"But she right, Millie, yee hee! You go back to big city tomorrow, you can get lots food there! I must wait more days before Sasha back with yummy food, yes!\"\n \"Okay, I suppose that's fair, hee hee! Hey mom? Mom, guess what?\"\n \"What, choco-snoot?\"\n \"I love you!\"\n \"I love you too, choco-snoot. You're such a good girl.\" Sasha grinned at the happy whine coming from her phone. \"Now, you be a good girl for your other mom too while you're still there, okay? Have you taken good care of Leia the past couple days?\"\n \"She been very good puppy, Sasha! We had lots fun! We made funny sexy game, yee hee!\"\n \"Ohoho! I hear it already; if the human's away, the fuzzbutts will play! But hey, tell you what; tell me all about it and demonstrate it when I get back, okay? And for now, go on and have some more fun together, you pair of pervy fuzzbutts, while I go curl up all alone by myself on this hotel bed alllll alone on my lonesome own.\"\n \"Oh, you big tease, Sasha, yee hee!\"\n \"Wait, mom, don't hang up yet!\" Millie's voice became a bit more distant again. \"Look mom, swipe like that. See that button? Tap it, yes. Okay, now hold your phone like this... yes, good, point it right there. Mmm... nnyeeeeinn... yes, mmm, did you get it, mom? Lemme see... ooo, yes, that's good. Now swipe back that way, yes, see, now we're back with the call. Tap that button there, yes, now see, you can swipe here and find the pictures, see? There it is, now select it, and tap that send button.\" With a cheery giggle, the Labrador girl's voice came through clearly again. \"Did you get it, mom?\"\n\nSasha grinned as her phone dinged and swiped to check the picture that had been sent. Her grin deepened at seeing the picture was taken from very close to Millie's thighs, which were spread apart, while the Labrador girl's fingers spread apart the ruffled inner labia of her chocolate-colored vulva which was glistening with dampness.\n \"The hell do I need to bring back seafood for? You already have a delicious clam to eat right there, fuzzbutt, ha!\"\nCheery giggles came from the phone, followed by Millie's voice again.\n \"That's for you, mom, so you won't be too alone, hee hee!\"\n \"You are [i]such[/i] a good and lewd girl, choco-snoot. Thank you so much, I love it. And hey, I may even rub one out for you over that pic on my way back home when I stop for a stretch and some food, how 'bout that?\"\n \"Nnnyeeeeeeeeiinnh... I would... love that so much, mom. You're so welcome. I'm so happy you like it, my pussy is totally yours forever, mom.\"\n \"That's a long time, choco-snoot, but I'll take it. But don't be selfish now, be a good girl and share it with your other mom too, she deserves it just as much.\"\n \"Nnnyeeeeeinnhh... I will, mom, promise... I'll always be your and mom Leia's good puppy...\"\n \"Yee hee! Aw, you make her blush so much, Sasha! So cute!\"\n \"You better go and take care of that with whatever that pervy game is you two came up with, fuzzbutt. I'll go pass out on this bed after all that driving, and who knows, maybe have a wet dream of you naughty fuzzbutts. But either way, yeah, off to sleep for me; I'm dead tired, it's past nine now, and I wanna be at the hospital good and early tomorrow morning so I'll have some time left to check out Arfafield. It looks like a nice and pretty decent-sized town so far.\"\n \"Okay, you get good sleep now, Sasha. We dream of you when we sleep, too.\"\n \"Goodnight mommy! Sweet dreams! I hope I'll be in them! And good luck at the hospital tomorrow! I love youuu!\"\n \"I love you too, my sweet sexy fuzzbutt and my sweet little choco-snoot. Goodnight now.\"\n\nThe contact was cut, and Sasha tapped out her phone as well and lay it on the nightstand to charge with a cheerful grin, giving her head an amused shake. What a pair of silly but super sweet fuzzbutts, those two. With a last glance at the picture she had been sent, the lanky human woman took off her glasses, lay them on the nightstand as well and stretched out on the bed to have a good sleep.\n\nShe had actually set an alarm on her phone that jingled her awake with a melodious tone the next morning. Sasha stretched and rubbed her eyes, put on her glasses and silenced the alarm but left her phone on the charger as she went into the bathroom to pee and have another careful bath, at which she took a lot of care to not get the flowery wrap wet. After brushing her long ginger hair and putting on a fresh t-shirt that got rolled up to just below her small breasts and a fresh pair of denim shorts, the tall human woman went to the restaurant attached to the small hotel to have breakfast. Yogurt, muesli, a croissant, a glass of orange juice; she had missed orange juice, but the rest could not match the porridge Buddleia cooked every morning. It was all farm-fresh, she could taste that, but the vulpine taur's porridge still tasted better.\n\nLeaving her suitcase in the room but making sure she had everything else with her, Sasha got into the old 2CV and drove over to the large white building she had spotted the evening before. It was in fact the Nightingale Medical Centre, and it looked pretty impressive for a not very large town on the edge of nowhere; built in an old Modernist style, with clean lines but still some ornate details and columns, the building seemed to stretch over five different wings and rose five stories into the air, its white and glass exterior gleaming in the morning sun. There were two sizeable parking lots on either side of a road that led right up to a plaza by the large entrance, and Sasha smiled as she saw the road dead-ended in a looped public transit halt with two bus bays, a taxi bay and an Uber bay, shielded from the plaza by a row of columnar coniferous trees and flowering shrubs.\n\nArtful columns supported a large roof over the large glass wall of the main entrance, with on top of it large lighted acrylic letters spelling out the name of the hospital. Sasha made her way through the large revolving door in the middle of the glass wall and looked around as she found herself in a massive open hall. A smooth cream-colored floor with several lines of differing colors stretched out in all directions. To the left was a large plaza with conifers in tubs denoting a large seating area filled with tables and chairs, in front of a small restaurant/coffee bar with an open front. Next to the restaurant were gift shops, a pharmacy, and a shop selling newspapers and magazines. A bit off-center to the right, almost in the middle of the open hall, was a large octagonal information kiosk with four manned counters and large signs over them that said \"Information\" and \"Check In\".\n\nThe latter seemed a bit strange to Sasha, but at least it was clear where she needed to go. Calmly walking over to the large kiosk, the human woman approached one of the counters which was manned by an albino mouse woman dressed in an immaculate white uniform and a pair of glasses that were, if possible, even larger than Sasha's over her light pink eyes.\n \"Good morning, ma'am, can I help you?\" she smiled in a friendly voice.\n \"Good morning,\" Sasha smiled. \"I think you can, indeed. I'm here for a CT-scan of my ribs.\"\n \"Of course,\" the mouse woman nodded with a smile, turning to a computer screen. \"May I take your name, please?\"\n \"That's Farr, Sasha Farr, with double R,\" Sasha smiled.\nThe mouse woman did a bit of typing and clicking, and nodded.\n \"Here I have you. Indeed, you called two days ago, and you have a reference from doctor Kyeeru of Rolling Hills. Did you bring this reference with you?\"\n \"Right here,\" Sasha nodded with a smile, patting her hip pocket.\n \"Very good,\" the mouse woman smiled, leaning over the counter and pointing at a large board on the far wall that had several signs on it. \"You can follow Route four-D to Radiology and Imaging, it's up on the second floor. Please check in at the desk there, and they will have a doctor come to help you further.\"\n \"Thank you very much,\" Sasha smiled.\n\nShe calmly walked over to the large board and looked at al the signs. One of them said 4D, Radiology & Imaging, 2nd floor, Follow Dark Green line, and an arrow. So that's what all those colored lines on the floor were for, Sasha mused with a smile. She just as calmly walked in the direction the arrow pointed, seeing several colored lines on the floor, of which some turned into corridors, some ended in an arrow pointing at the doors of three elevators and a stairway and some ran on further. The dark green line also ended in an arrow pointing at the elevators and stairwell, and as Sasha noticed at least two people being pushed in a wheelchair were waiting by the elevators, she decided to give them space and take the stairs herself.\n\nSure enough, the dark green line, as well as a yellow, a light blue and a deep red one, even ran up the steps of the staircases. On the second floor, the red and the blue line continued up the rest of the stairs, whereas the yellow and the dark green line ran out through the large open doorway. Sasha followed it, as well as the signs jutting down from the ceiling, through a corridor or two and into another large open area with several waiting areas with rows of seats facing a low table covered with magazines, and another large counter where the dark green line ended in an arrow, with a sign over it that read \"Radiology & Imaging. Please Check In Here\".\n\nStepping up to the counter, Sasha found herself face to face with another albino mouse, a man this time, who greeted her in the same friendly manner.\n \"Good morning, ma'am, can I help you?\"\n \"Yes indeed, I'm here to have a CT-scan done of my ribs.\"\n \"Very well, may I take your name please?\"\n \"Sasha Farr, with double R.\"\nTap tap tap tap click click.\n \"There you are. Referenced by doctor Kyeeru of Rolling Hills, very well. You have this reference with you?\"\nPat pat.\n \"Right here.\"\n \"Excellent.\" The mouse man gestured at the waiting area. \"You can take a seat, a doctor will be with you momentarily.\"\n \"Thank you.\"\n\nSasha walked over to the rows of seats and sank down in one, sending friendly nods at a few other people waiting there as well. Taking out her phone, she planned to send Buddleia a text that she was in the hospital now and her phone would be shut off for the next few hours, but she had to bite her lip pretty hard not to laugh at the notification that said \"Fuzzbutt has sent you a picture\", and especially at seeing the picture was of Millie laying on her back on the tummy of Buddleia's quadruped lower body, the camera focused on a dripping wet chocolate-colored vulva right above a dripping wet black feral canine vulva, with the caption \"here's the result of our game for you, mom\". Sniggering under her breath, Sasha saved the picture and sent the text that she was now in the hospital and would shut off her phone for the next couple of hours, then shut off her phone and slipped it back into the pocket of her denim shorts.\n\nLeaning back, the human woman crossed her long legs and silently mused to herself over the two albino mice she had met. Come to think of it; the other three counters of the information kiosk had also been manned by albino mice. That was a bit odd. They could all be family, of course; it could also have been a very selective hiring policy. Either way, it gave Sasha a bit of an image of laboratory mice, which was... kind of weird, but also somehow amusing in a way.\n\nHer thoughts were interrupted by a black-furred Labrador woman in an immaculate white uniform walking up to the waiting area with a PDA and mentioning her name.\n \"Missus... Farr?\"\n \"That's me,\" Sasha smiled, standing up.\n \"Ah, good morning, missus Farr. Doctor Anoushka Rosen,\" the black Labrador woman introduced herself, shaking Sasha's hand and checking the PDA. \"A CT-scan for ribs, I see. Please follow me, missus Farr.\" She led the way down the corridor, into a shorter corridor and from there into a room that had a few chairs with a low cabinet in between them, a tall cabinet with glass doors, a desk with a computer, and in the back a large machine that looked like a large sunbed. \"Have a seat. May I see your reference, please?\"\n \"Of course,\" Sasha smiled, taking the folded paper from her hip pocket, unfolding it and handing it to the canine woman.\n \"Thank you,\" the black Labrador woman smiled, checking the paper. \"Mmm-hmm... a check-up on the healing of a number of two broken ribs, right. Referenced by doctor Kyeeru of Rolling Hills, right, right. I take it doctor Kyeeru treated you for the broken ribs?\"\n \"Actually, no, my wife treated me,\" Sasha smiled.\n \"I see,\" the canine woman nodded with a smile. \"Is your wife a doctor also?\"\n \"No, she is a farmer,\" Sasha smiled. \"In a very, [i]very[/i] remote part of the Arfajia Valley, where I was unlucky enough to fall into with my car from the M-seventy-three mountain road, but lucky enough to have been found and treated by her.\"\n \"I see!\" the Labrador doctor woman said, looking up. \"That sounds like a quite serious accident, missus Farr, but I must say that you do look very healthy, so you must have been lucky to escape the accident with relatively minor injuries.\"\n \"I was indeed, and as I said, I was also very lucky to have been found by the amazingly wonderful and helpful woman who is now my wife,\" Sasha nodded with a broader smile. \"She has taken extremely good care of me, and doctor Kyeeru actually confirmed that my ribs have healed, but she agreed with my request to have a scan done so we can be absolutely certain and also see the extent of the healing.\"\n \"Of course, of course,\" the black Labrador woman nodded with a smile. \"Well, let's have a look, shall we? Can you please remove your hat, your glasses, your shirt and your bra?\"\n \"I can, but I will require some assistance with this,\" Sasha smiled, patting the flowery wrap around her chest. \"This is what my wife put on me immediately after the accident, and has been putting on me daily for the past two months and a bit, and it's fastened on my back at that [i]one[/i] exact spot I can [i]not[/i] reach myself.\"\n \"That one spot that always itches,\" the Labrador woman nodded with a light chortle as she walked over to the sunbed-looking machine. \"I shall give you some assistance with removing it, missus Farr, as soon as I have readied the waffle iron.\"\n \"Set it to medium done please, I'm kinda thin and I might get too crispy,\" Sasha chortled while unrolling her t-shirt.\n\nShe took off her glasses and set them on the low cabinet that was near the chair, took off her t-shirt as well and draped it over the back of the chair, and looked at the black Labrador woman pressing some buttons on a panel of the large machine. Once the canine doctor was done, Sasha shifted on the seat of the chair to sit a bit sideway and gathered up her long ginger hair to hold it out to the side as the black Labrador woman stepped up to the chair.\n \"This has been very well applied,\" the canine woman smiled as she undid the safety pins and started unwrapping Sasha's chest. \"Overlapping bands, tight but not [i]too[/i] tight, just enough to give a solid support to your ribcage.\"\n \"She's also been very cautionary about not getting it wet so it could possibly shrink as it dries,\" Sasha smiled with a light nod of her head.\n \"Very good, very good,\" the black Labrador woman smiled. \"You have got to give it to the farmers in very remote and hard to reach areas; they possess a number of impressive skills born from necessity, and some of the skills and tricks that have been handed down in the family are often on par with, or even exceed, professional medical treatments.\" She folded up the faded flower-print fabric once she had fully removed it from around Sasha's chest and smiled again. \"I also notice a distinct difference in the color of your skin where this wrap has been, missus Farr.\"\n \"Yes, we do our farm work in the nude, so everything that was not under those flowers tanned a bit more over the past two and a bit months,\" Sasha smiled with a full nod, letting go of her hair.\n \"I envy you for having the opportunity and freedom to work like that,\" the black Labrador woman smiled. \"Please remain seated in this position for a moment more, missus Farr, I shall do a basic preliminary check first.\"\n\nSasha nodded again and sat up straight, but still sideways on the seat of the chair. She smiled softly and tried to sit as still as she could as the Labrador doctor very gently ran her paws along Sasha's back and sides and gave light pressure with her fingers here and there.\n \"Is any of this tender or sore, missus Farr?\" she smiled. \"I have to say, you have very pretty skin, very soft and smooth, and the amount of freckles is impressive to be honest.\"\n \"I have nerves of steel, but unfortunately the ends have rusted,\" Sasha chortled. \"And no, there's no pain or even anything feeling tender anymore. It was a little tender when doctor Kyeeru pressed into my right side, where the broken ribs were, but I have either gotten so used to that feeling that I don't feel it anymore, or it's gone altogether.\"\n \"Well, with nerves of steel, I'm not surprised you're not sore,\" the black Labrador doctor chortled softly, gently pressing the fingers of her left paw against Sasha's right side. \"I don't feel anything out of the ordinary here either, so it seems you are all back in one piece, missus Farr. But let's make sure, shall we? Are you ready to go into the waffle iron?\"\n \"I don't have any butter or syrup yet,\" Sasha quipped, standing up from the chair.\n \"We apply that afterwards,\" the Labrador woman chortled, leading Sasha to the sunbed and moving the upper part further upwards with a press on a button. \"Please lay flat on your back; you may lay your hair to the side so you're not laying down on it. Arms alongside your body please, and keep your head straight.\"\n\nNodding with a smile, Sasha gathered up all her long ginger hair again and sat on the edge of the lower part of the machine. She swung her legs up and to the side to lay down on her back, draping her hair along her left side and resting her arms straight down alongside both sides of her body while resting her head back on a small foam pillow, looking straight up. The black Labrador doctor woman smiled and made a few adjustments, then lowered the top part of the machine with another press of a button.\n \"I'll have to move this all the way down so it just touches your chest, missus Farr,\" she smiled. \"It may feel a bit claustrophobic, but please lay as still as you can.\"\n \"I'll close my eyes, I'll be fine,\" Sasha smiled.\n\nThe black canine doctor nodded with a smile as Sasha closed her eyes. Moving the upper half of the machine further down slowly, she drew the tall human woman from sight as the upper half eventually touched lightly against Sasha's chest. Several more buttons were pressed, there was a very light hum, and only a few moments later the top half of the machine moved back upwards again.\n \"That's it, missus Farr, you may get off and have a seat again,\" the canine doctor smiled.\nSasha opened her eyes and lifted an arm, chortling softly as she looked at it.\n \"Your waffle iron is malfunctioning, I'm not golden-brown nor crunchy yet, and I don't see a pattern of little squares either.\"\n \"I'll make a report of that,\" the black Labrador woman said with a soft laugh, walking back to the desk.\n\nAs she started tapping keys and clicking the mouse of the computer on the desk, Sasha stepped back over to the chair her shirt was on. Reaching for it, she halted as her attention was drawn by a poster on the wall behind the chair. It was one of those informative posters showing an image of a person with either the outer body parts, the muscles or the internal organs on display; this one displayed internal organs, and the image was of a taur person, a Mry as the head shape and the tail were obviously feline. Taking her glasses from the cabinet and putting them on, Sasha studied the poster with interest. The image might be of a Mry, but she assumed it would apply to other taur folk such as Buddleia as well.\n\nIt was certainly very interesting to see. The proportion of the internal organs seemed quite off-scale, but in the context of the taur body, they did make sense. In the humanoid upper body, the ribcage extended further downwards and showed a very large heart positioned a bit more towards the middle, with below that a pair of wider and quite elongated lungs that seemed to be made up out of two separate parts each and extended downwards almost into the stomach cavity of the upper body. A large stomach was situated in the area where the upper body connected to the quadruped lower body and curved along the connection of the upper hips to the lower chest, with an almost two and a half times as large as usual liver resting below it in the upper chest cavity of the lower quadruped body. A secondary ribcage enclosed a tangle of very long intestines and a pair of double-sized kidneys in the area where usually the lungs would sit in a ribcage, as well as a double-sized pancreas and spleen. The long intestines ran all the way to the rear end, where the stomach cavity of the quadruped lower body also showed a much larger gallbladder and regular bladder, and a couple of lines ran to large circles depicting a diagram of either female or male reproductive organs, which were of more or less usual size.\n\nHaving gotten no reaction to her question from Sasha, the black Labrador doctor looked up and smiled as she saw the human woman studying the poster on the wall with so much interest. She got up and stepped over to Sasha, gently touching the human woman's shoulder to attract her attention.\n \"Are you interested in taur folk, missus Farr?\"\nSasha looked up and smiled, then even let out a short laugh.\n \"I would say so; I'm married to one.\"\n \"Oh! Your wife is a taur? That is very interesting indeed,\" the canine doctor smiled. \"Is she a Mry?\"\n \"No, I have actually still never even seen one of them before,\" Sasha shook her head with a smile. \"My wife is a foxtaur, who, I understand, are relatively rare.\"\n \"Oh! Yes indeed, there are only a handful of vulpine taurs around, even though they are not the rarest of the taur folk,\" the black Labrador woman smiled. \"You are very lucky to have found one, missus Farr.\"\nSasha's smile broadened to encompass the entire width of her face.\n \"Please do allow me to correct you there, doctor Rosen. I have been extremely lucky [i]she[/i] found [i]me[/i]. If she hadn't, it's more than likely I would now not be standing here to impress you with the news I'm married to a beautiful foxtaur woman.\"\n \"Of course, you are [i]so[/i] very correct,\" the canine doctor nodded with a smile. \"And she has certainly taken amazingly good care of you, missus Farr.\" She pointed at a screen on the opposite wall, near the desk, which showed a picture of a narrow ribcage. \"Those are your ribs on the wall over there, and as you can see, they are in excellent condition. There is only the minutest indication that two of them, the fifth one and the sixth one on the right side, were previously broken.\" She stepped over to the screen and zoomed in a bit with a button on the bottom edge, and pointed. \"See, rib number five and rib number six show a very slight thickening in this small area here, which is where the fracture has been, but that is the only indication something has happened.\"\n \"I knew I could trust that sweet silly fuzzbutt,\" Sasha nodded with a still very broad smile. \"Is there any way you can send that picture to doctor Kyeeru?\"\n \"Of course, we will email the image file to her, that is customary as you are her patient,\" the black Labrador doctor nodded with a smile. \"Is she by any chance treating you for your weight? Because that is something I noticed, missus Farr; you appear to be somewhat underweight.\"\n \"I'm working on that,\" Sasha smiled. \"I have lived a very unhealthy life in Fossil City for seventeen years, doctor Rosen, and I was indeed underweight to the point of being malnourished. But I can assure you that my wife is doing a very good job of packing some pounds onto me with her wonderful country cooking, plus I now live a very healthy and active life on the farm, so I'm convinced I shall be up to a proper weight before too long.\"\n \"Very good, very good!\" the black canine doctor nodded with another smile. \"I'm glad to hear that, missus Farr, and I'm certain you are in most capable hands and know how to take much better care of yourself now.\" She chortled softly as she sat back behind the desk to do some typing and clicking. \"You may also put your shirt back on, by the way.\"\n \"Right!\" Sasha chortled. \"I keep forgetting about that, haha!\" She took off her glasses and put on her shirt, then cleaned her glasses on a slip of her shirt and put them back on as well. \"Is it alright if I snap a picture of that poster with my phone? It's really very fascinating.\"\n \"By all means, go right ahead,\" the black Labrador woman smiled, doing some more typing and clicking on the computer.\n\nSasha smiled and took out her phone, switching it back on and selecting the camera function to snap a picture of the poster with the taur diagram. Checking the picture, she smiled again, swiped through the pictures a bit and flicked her phone sideways to activate the landscape view, stepping over to the desk.\n \"Thank you. And in case you were curious; this is my wife. The girl in front of us is a very dear friend.\"\nThe black Labrador doctor looked at Sasha's phone and [i]almost[/i] let out a very unprofessional gleeful squeal.\n \"Oh my, she is so [i]pretty[/i]! What a lovely fur color! You are certainly a very, very lucky woman, missus Farr!\"\n \"Thank you again,\" Sasha smiled with a light chortle, putting her phone back into her pocket. \"Is there anything else I need to do here or have done here?\"\n \"No, you're all done, missus Farr,\" the black canine woman smiled. \"You came for a CT-scan to check the status of your ribs, we have done the scan, and the status is excellent. I can give you a clean bill of health, which I assume doctor Kyeeru may have done already also, and you are free to return home now.\"\n \"Wow, okay, that's way faster than I thought it would be,\" Sasha smiled, shaking the black Labrador woman's paw. \"Once again, thank you very much, doctor Rosen, and, well, have a nice day, I guess, heh.\"\n \"We're very efficient,\" the canine doctor smiled. \"So yes, you are very welcome, missus Farr, and do have a very pleasant day.\"\n\nSasha picked up the folded flowery fabric and the safety pins, sticking the pins into one of the pockets of her denim shorts and holding the fabric draped over an arm as she left the room. Following the short corridor back to the main corridor, and the main corridor back to the waiting area and the elevators and stairwell, the human woman decided to again take the stairs to get back to the ground floor. It was much healthier to take the stairs, after all. Reaching her car in one of the two parking lots, she got behind the wheel, tossed the flowery fabric into the open cargo compartment behind her, started the engine and calmly drove away from the hospital.\n\nIt was still well before lunchtime. Not having expected to be out of the hospital again so soon, Sasha calmly drove through the town a bit to look at the stores and enterprises at her leisure. Spotting a decent-sized laundromat, she parked the car close to it and took the large sack of clothes into the building, filling up two washing machines. While waiting for the machines to run their cycle, the human woman took out her phone and texted Buddleia again to say everything had gone amazingly well and she would be back home soon. An old newspaper on the low table by the benches drew her attention, as it showed an article titled \"Mysterious Accident On M73\"; sure enough, the article was about her own accident of having gone off the road and down the mountainside, with the only evidence left in place being the damage to the guardrail and the plant life on the side of the mountain below it, and the bits of debris from her car. Unable to help herself, Sasha shot a picture of that article with her phone as well, because she found it rather amusing.\n\nWith the clothes washed and dried and back in the burlap sack, the lanky human woman got back into her old car and started driving through the town again, just looking around a bit. She made a few more stops; at a fuel station to top up the tank of her car and the large metal jerrycans, get a bag of ice for the cooler and a whole carton of 45-piece packs of Chesterfield cigarettes, at a small supermarket to buy several packets of frozen shrimp and other seafood, a few cans of fried rice and a couple of bottles of soy sauce and other spicy sauces, as well as a few more groceries and some small bottles of juice for on the way back home, and at a bakery to buy a cutely decorated tin of cookies. Stops at an auto parts store and a garage were fruitless as neither could help her with the two pumps she needed for the 1959 Skoda grain truck, but a stop at a junkyard just outside of the town was way more successful, as a couple hundred dollars bought Sasha a similar, wrecked Skoda 706 RT truck but from 1963, which had been a water tanker truck; and it had an intact engine. The marbled brown Great Dane man running the junkyard even was willing to set the truck aside in the yard for a couple of days until the mechanic Jack of the Co-op could come pick it up and deliver it to the farm with a flatbed or a trailer, as Sasha on the spot called the lion man Daniel at the Ag Co-op to arrange that.\n\nBy far Sasha's most successful stop however was at a fairly sizeable second-hand store. Not only did she score a small washing machine for $70, but she also found an old-fashioned meat grinder, an old-fashioned meat mixer and an old-fashioned sausage stuffer operated by a foot pedal; all in stainless steel and all in working order despite their age. Another $70 ensured those joined the small washing machine in the back of her 2CV delivery vehicle, and an additional $10 also bought her a small rectangular table in stainless steel to go with the meat preparing tools.\n\nWith much more in the cargo compartment of her car than she had thought she would find, Sasha made another stop by the bakery to also buy a small peach pie, before making a last stop at the Bluetit Inn to get her suitcase and check out. On the way out of the town of Arfafield, she called Buddleia to tell the vixen-taur she would be home by the evening of the next day. The hospital visit and the shopping spree in town had gone so quickly and successfully that it was only a bit after lunchtime when the tall human woman pointed her old car down the blacktop road out of town, as there was no need and no sense in waiting until the next day to start the return trip.\n\nThe only hiccup came on the way home. Excited and energized by the good news on her ribs, and all the fortunate finds she had managed to purchase for low amounts of money, Sasha made good time as she drove away from Arfafield, following the GPS app on her phone through and around the few small, spread-out villages and onto the wide gravel road winding its way into the stretched-out and very empty valley. She sang along with her CDs and drove well into the evening before eventually finding a place to park off the side of the road, having a couple of the fresh sandwiches she had made and a cookie to boot before stretching out on the old duvet in the cargo compartment of her old vehicle for a night of pretty decent sleep.\n\nBright and early the next morning she was underway again after another sandwich or two, some milk and some stretches. Keeping up the speed and smiling cheerfully during the passing hours, Sasha sang along with several of her CDs again - until her phone dimmed the music as it showed an incoming call from Millie. With another smile, Sasha turned off the radio and swiped her phone.\n \"Heya choco-snoot! What's up? I'm in the car, so you gotta speak up a bit.\"\nMillie's voice came through the phone with a tone of urgency and a note of anxiety.\n \"Oh, okay. Uhm, I think I gotta warn you, Sash. I done goofed!\"\nSasha quirked an eyebrow but still smiled, quickly checking around for a place to pull off the side of the road.\n \"Calm down, choco-snoot, take a deep breath. What happened?\"\n \"Well, like, Chelsea came over to help me pack my stuff, you know. I'm moving out today. But we took a break for some lunch, and I made some sammiches with mom Leia's jam. You know you can't find any fresh home-made jam here in the city, and Chelsea liked it a lot so she asked where I got it from. I... before I even knew it, without realizing it, I let it slip that I got it from you!\"\n \"Right. So she now knows that I'm still around.\"\n \"And that we're in contact and I've visited you! She became real mad, Sash, she started yelling and demanding I tell her everything!\"\n \"But you were a good girl and you didn't, choco-snoot, right?\"\n \"I didn't, Sash, I promise! But that made her even madder! She kept yelling at me to tell her, and she... she hit me, mom!\"\n \"That fucking little bitch. If I get my hands on her...\"\n \"Mom... Sash... it's okay. I... I hit her back. She stood there laughing at me at first, and I... I suddenly got [i]so[/i] fed up with always being treated like crap by them that I hit her back real hard. I gut-punched her so hard I knocked all the wind out of her. I'm... I'm not proud of it, but... I really am.\"\n \"[i]Atta girl[/i], choco-snoot! I'm really proud of you too! That was about goddam time, that you stood up for yourself!\"\n \"Yeah, I... it felt good, if I'm honest. But it's still a problem, Sash! She stormed out of my studio, yelling and calling me and you all kinds of nasty names, and... she'll probably try and call you!\"\n \"Big fat chance she will, yeah. Okay, listen to me, choco-snoot. You gotta get out of there pronto, okay? Block and delete the numbers of all the girls of that group and get yourself away from there.\"\n \"I am, mom, uncle Chester is gonna be here in a bit with the pickup to load my things and we're going back to the farm tonight. I'll be fine, honest. But what will you do?\"\n \"Don't you worry your pretty little head about me, choco-snoot. I'm on my way back home, I still have six or seven hours to go, and at the moment I'm parked on the side of the road for this call. I'll just wait here a bit until Chelsea calls me, because you can bet your sweet little butt she will. And I will deal with this, choco-snoot, so don't worry, okay? I'll set this straight, just make sure you get away from there, because I don't want them coming after you again.\"\n \"O-okay mom... Oh, okay, I really will be fine, I see uncle Chester pulling up outside.\"\n \"Very good. Get your stuff loaded and get the hell out of there, choco-snoot. And say hi to your uncle and aunt for me, okay?\"\n \"I will, mom. I gotta go now, uncle Chester's ringing the bell. I love you, mom. And... I'm... I'm sorry.\"\n \"It's alright, choco-snoot. Like I said, don't worry about a thing. Just get back to the farm with your uncle, they don't know where the hell you came from anyway, and I will deal with the rest of this. Howl at the moon, choco-snoot.\"\n \"Howl at the moon, mom.\"\n\nSasha tapped out her phone and drew in a deep breath through clenched teeth. Dammit! It was bound to come out one time or another, but this was quite a bit of a damper on the excitement of the previous day. She did not blame Millie, though. It had been an unfortunate slip, but it only accelerated what was inevitable anyway.\n\nSitting back in the simple driver's seat a bit, Sasha lit a cigarette and waited. It only took a few minutes for her phone to start ringing with an incoming call from Chelsea. Taking a deep drag from her cigarette, Sasha swiped her phone.\n \"Yeah.\"\n \"So you [i]are[/i] alive!\"\n \"Very much so, Chelsea. So what?\"\n \"So what?! Where the hell are you, Sasha? What the hell happened?\"\n \"What's it to you, Chelsea?\"\n \"Come on now, Sash! We've been worried about you!\"\n \"As if. I've already heard the stories, Chelsea. Call the cops? Don't be stupid. She's fine. Or she most likely just killed herself. Very worried indeed, Chelsea.\"\n \"Yeah, that's another thing! How come you called her and not any of us?\"\n \"Not that I need to justify myself to you kids, and not that it's any of your goddam business, but busted phone, Chelsea, no contacts list, and weeks later at a place with a phone, that was the simplest number to remember.\"\n \"So you called her way back already! God dammit! That hick bitch! Why didn't she tell any of us!\"\n \"Because I [i]specifically[/i] told her [i]not[/i] to. And unlike some, she [i]does[/i] listen to me.\"\n \"That fucking little...\"\n \"[i]My[/i] decision, Chelsea! [i]My[/i] instructions!\"\n \"But god damn Sash, why?! We've been friends for how many years now! What does that hick bitch have that we don't have, huh?\"\n \"[i]That hick bitch[/i] is an [i]actual[/i] friend of mine from before I even came to the city, Chelsea! And [i]that hick bitch[/i] has actual feelings and actually gives a fuck, unlike [i]you[/i] bunch of bitches!\"\n \"[i]God[/i], I should've fucking known! You fucking hicks all stick...\"\n\nSasha tapped the End Call button with way more restraint than she was feeling. She took a last deep drag from her cigarette and held in the smoke while she pinched out the butt, and even several moments longer before letting it go in an angry puff. Oh that was [i]so[/i] not the end of it. Only a moment or two later, sure enough, a new incoming call from the same number. Sasha swiped her phone with a quick swish.\n \"[i]What[/i]!\"\n \"God dammit Sash, did you fucking hang up on me?!\"\n \"I must have if it sounded like this!\"\n\nEnd Call. Before swiping back to the GPS app, Sasha went into her contacts list and blocked Chelsea's number, deleted it, and proceeded to do the exact same with all the other numbers in the group except for Millie's.\n\nThat was likely [i]still[/i] not the end of it. But for now, it would do. Lighting another cigarette, Sasha took deep drags while leaning back in the driver's seat with her head tilted back a bit and her eyes closed. Slowly, gradually, the tall human woman managed to calm herself down. She opened her eyes again, sat up straight, took a last drag of her second cigarette and pinched out the butt. Taking her phone, she swiped to the photo gallery and took several long moments to just stare at the happy picture of her, Buddleia and Millie in the back garden behind the small farmhouse, until her lips formed into a light smile again. She looked behind her, at all the things sitting in the cargo compartment of her old car, and smiled again.\n\nSwiping back to the GPS app on her phone and putting it back in the holder on the windshield, the lanky human woman checked the estimated arrival time. Two and a half hours to the Arfajia Valley Agricultural Co-operation. Four hours from there to the farm. The time was 1:42PM. Six and a half hours to get home... she'd be back before dusk. Time to get moving again.\n\nThere was still a good deal of celebrating to do once she got home after all!\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "The weekend had come and gone. A couple of days of calm, relaxed lounging, a few steady routines of farm work, a lot of tantric cuddling - which in several cases had progressed into either tantric sex or quite passionate sex. It was like making the most of the last couple of days of being together with the three of them; Sasha the human woman, Buddleia the purple and white vixen-taur and Millie the chocolate-colored Labrador girl. Their ways would soon be parting again; Sasha had made the call to the Nightingale Medical Centre in Arfafield on Monday morning to let them know she would be arriving two days later, and that was about the time Millie would be returning home to her studio apartment in Fossil City to pack up her belongings and move back to the farm of her aunt and uncle, on the south side of the small town of Fennfield.

Monday morning had started with the same calm, steady routine. Feeding the chicken and the growing baby chicks, feeding the rabbits - including the recently caught beige-colored wild rabbit who seemed to be adjusting to being in a pen with another male rabbit well enough - and feeding Choco the goat. Also milking Choco the goat, filtering, chilling and bottling the milk and putting it away, and using several bottles of the older milk to make more butterfly-shaped cheeses. Breakfast being prepared while the milk was being taken care of, then enjoyed in the back garden, followed by a morning bath in the pond and a relaxed session of drying, brushing each other and cuddling.

As the morning passed by, Sasha did do a little work, even if it was not related to the farm or the animals. She took the small toolbox to the wreck of her white Volvo station wagon, took out the radio and the loudspeakers and installed them into the 1956 Citroen 2CV AZU that was now her regular car. The human woman would be utilizing that old vehicle to make the drive over to Arfafield, and if she was going to spend two days in a rattly old vehicle with a two-cylinder boxer engine that screamed at the effort of doing 60mph, she was damn well going to make sure she could play some loud music in there to offset all the noise. It was an easy enough job; especially because it didn't need to look very neat, it just needed to work.

Sasha even made some further preparations for the long drive. The old duvet that had been used to protect the boxes in which the large old two-gallon glass preserve jars that had belonged to her grandmother had been transported was folded in half and laid in the large open cargo compartment of the half car, half panel van, so Sasha could sleep in there. She had checked, and there was nothing but a whole lot of nothing between the tiny community village of Rolling Hills and the decently sized town of Arfafield; the first day of the drive would see her ending up in the middle of all the nothing so the vehicle was the only option to spend the night in. The human woman also emptied her old suitcase and packed it with some of her old clothes Millie had brought over from her old studio apartment in the city and at least one of her hairbrushes. She was fully prepared and even slightly looked forward to doing the first half of the drive in nothing but the pink sun hat with the two ribbons that Buddleia had given her, and the faded flower-print wrap around her chest, but as soon as she would approach a more populated area, she would need some clean clothes to wear, which would also be needed for the actual visit to the hospital.

A large old burlap sack was utilized to put the whole heap of unwashed clothes that lay in the small bathroom in, as Sasha figured she might as well find a laundromat in Arfafield to wash all their clothes - and locate a thrift store or second-hand store to find an old washing machine to bring back with her. There was a connection for a washing machine in the small bathroom, next to the old water heater, but there hadn't been a machine there in a very, very long time. And with the power to the farm restored, they could run a washing machine so finding a cheap used one would be worth it. Stuffing all the unwashed clothes in the burlap sack had caused a bit of a giggle, however, as among all the shirts and pairs of shorts also was the set of clothes and underwear Millie had been wearing when she first arrived at the farm; Sasha stuffed that into the sack right along with everything else.
   "Uhm... mom? That's, uh... that was my clothes you put in there," Millie had said with a light chortle.
   "Yeah? Good, then you'll have a good reason to come back soon, choco-snoot, won't you?" Sasha had responded with a cheerful grin.

A bit of searching through all the loose stuff that had been tossed around inside the Volvo station wagon during the accident had produced a small phone holder with a suction cup, along with a cable to plug a phone into the cigarette lighter. Seeing as how the very old and rudimentary, indeed even spartan 2CV delivery vehicle lacked even that luxury, Sasha had also removed the cigarette lighter from her wrecked station wagon and installed it into the old Citroen so she could plug in her phone and attach it to the windshield, as she would need the GPS app on her phone to guide her from about the Ag Co-op onwards.

Lunch was had a bit earlier than usual, as Buddleia and Millie had finished painting the bale shelter Buddleia had built and decided to go straight for lunch after cleaning up. With the food finished and settling, the three of them stretched out in the soft warm grass in the back garden and snuggled up against each other again for some content and relaxed cuddling. A thing that had smoothly and naturally crept into their cuddling which looked sexual at first glance was actually mellowing and adorable; while snuggled up against Sasha's side and being gently and lovingly petted, Millie had turned to suckling at the human woman's breast. Not that she expected Sasha to actually lactate, but the process in itself just made the still relatively young chocolate Labrador girl feel so relaxed and content and plain happy, feeling like she was being held and nurtured by a true mother.

It was with a decent amount of reluctance, therefore, that after two hours of relaxed cuddling, Sasha gently lifted Millie's head off her chest and pressed a soft kiss on the Labrador girl's lips, followed by a kiss on Buddleia's lips.
   "I hate this, but I really should get going, my lovelies," she smiled. "If I don't start making tracks now, I'll have to drive through the night." Her lips curled into a playful smirk. "And I have a bit of a bad experience with driving at night."
   "Awww..." Millie murmured, nuzzling her stumpy muzzle into the nape of Sasha's neck and giving a few affectionate licks. "I wish you didn't have to go, mom. I was so comfy, hee."
   "There's an even comfier fluffy pillow of a mom right here, choco-snoot," Sasha chortled lightly, laying Millie against Buddleia's upper chest. "And you wish I didn't have to go? Hell, I wish I didn't have to go, because now you're gonna get this gorgeous and soft and sexy fuzzbutt all to yourself for a few days. If I didn't love both of you as much as I do, I'd get jealous," she chortled with a quick, cheerful wink.
Millie let go a light giggle as well, which turned louder but got muffled into Sasha's small breasts as Buddleia pulled the human woman into a close hug with both arms and nuzzled her slender muzzle into the other nape of Sasha's neck.
   "I love my Sasha noodle much lots too, yes," she churred, laying several affectionate licks to the side of the human woman's neck. "You drive safe, Sasha, be careful, yes? You have another accident, I gonna scream."
   "No need to worry, babe," Sasha smiled, leaning up her head a bit to kiss softly at one of Buddleia's perky ears. "This time I'm driving between flat, rolling fields, not two and a half thousand feet up along the side of a mountain, and in a silly old car that's hella slow at that, too. I'll be perfectly safe, and I promise I'll be very careful as well."
   "Good," Buddleia churred, holding Sasha close. "You go have doctor say your ribs all good, and you come back fast, yes."
   "I'll hurry as best as I can, my sweet soft fuzzbutt," Sasha smiled, letting go a soft giggle at Millie's arms waving randomly from between her and Buddleia's body and one of the canine girl's paws coming up to lightly squeeze one of the vixen-taur's breasts.
   "Uhm, mom, honk honk? You're kinda smothering me with mom's boobs, hee," the Labrador girl's voice sounded a bit muffled from between Sasha's small breasts.

Buddleia yipped a soft giggle as well and let go of Sasha so the human woman could sit up and lean back a bit. Millie breathed deeply once her muzzle was no longer buried in freckled skin and giggled, sitting up as well and turning a bit so she could hug Sasha with one arm and Buddleia with the other arm.
   "Gosh, you're both so silly, and I love you both so much. But mom Leia is right, mom, you be sure to drive real careful now, because if you have another accident, I'm gonna scream too! And you know how hard I can scream," she giggled softly.
   "Hell yeah, you can have a very shrill voice if you want to, choco-snoot," Sasha chortled. "But as I said, no need to worry, I will be really careful and make sure I get to the hospital safe and sound and back here safe and sound." She grinned and winked cheerfully. "No way in hell am I gonna risk breaking something again, it's been way too fucking hard having to wait so long to have some good sex and I'm not gonna do that again, I'll tell you what!"
   "That's good, mom," Millie giggled softly, drawing in a deeper breath for a moment and letting it go in a light sigh, but still smiling. "Well, I suppose if you're all set, you'd better get going."
   "Oh, but you're getting a few more minutes of my sparkling presence," Sasha chortled, picking up the faded flower-print fabric and handing it to Buddleia. "I still need you to put this back on me, babe. I still want the support for that crazy long drive, and I want the folks at the hospital to see just how amazingly you've been taking care of me."

Buddleia smiled wide enough to display her upper canine teeth and the front end of her dark pink tongue, and even the upper halves of her lower canine teeth. She scooted over as Sasha sat down on the tree stump they used as a garden table and churred softly while she wrapped the broad ribbon of fabric back around the human woman's chest in the way she had been doing for the past couple of months. Millie turned and hugged her knees to her chest with both arms, looking at it with a happy smile and wagging her sleek tail as Sasha leaned over when Buddleia was done, hugging the Labrador girl and pressing a soft kiss on Millie's lips, then hugging Buddleia again and pressing a loving kiss on the vulpine taur's lips as well.

All three of them got up and walked around the right side of the small farmhouse, over to the open area in front of the old silo and the large shed where Buddleia's beat-up 1948 Chevrolet Fleetline, Sasha's 1956 Citroen 2CV AZU and Millie's 1994 Toyota Starlet were parked. A last check was done to make absolutely certain Sasha had everything with her that she needed; her wallet with all her cards and some cash money, the printed reference from miss Kyeeru, the old duvet, her suitcase with a few changes of clothes, the large sack of unwashed clothes, an old, faded blue cooler of which the outer shell had several cracks in it, filled with sandwiches and several bottles of fresh goat milk, two of the large, old metal jerrycans full of gasoline and some of her CDs. More hugs and kisses were exchanged, and Sasha finally got into the old car and started the engine.

She blew the horn as she drove off, chortling to herself over the almost pathetically quiet, cracking 'puweep' coming from under the curved and ribbed hood, and stuck her arm through the lower half of the flip-up door window to wave. Buddleia and Millie waved after her as well, holding their other arms around each other and returning to the back garden as Sasha drove through the opening in the fence at the front of their farm and turned onto the wide dirt road, disappearing out of sight behind the small forest covering the low hill opposite the farm.

Playing several of her Billy Joel CDs on the Volvo's old car radio and CD-player, the human woman wiled away the hours as she drove down the wide dirt road towards the Ag Co-op. When she finally got there, she put her phone in the holder, stuck it to the windshield and opened the GPS app, because she had no idea how to proceed from there. As it turned out, the shortcut running through the forest behind the livestock dealer also connected to a narrow dirt road that ran along the yard of the BGA plant, the huge buildings of which were effectively hidden behind the tall trees of the forest. A side-road ran between the forest and the side of the BGA yard, and connected to another wide road, this one covered in gravel, that ran back along the other side of the livestock dealer and the hill the Ag Co-op was sitting on and curved to lead into the vast expanse of rolling fields of grass and scattered forests, copses and clusters of trees and groups of large boulders.

Even if Sasha had never been out that way before, she still had the feeling she had seen all of the surroundings before. It just kept on being so much more of the same, wide open landscape of grass with numerous colorful flowers, bushes, and forests and trees, and occasional single huge boulders or groups of boulders. To her left, in the distance, the mountains of the Dino Mountain Range dominated the horizon behind endless rolling fields and foothills of grass and flowers and small forests and clusters of trees; to her right, a whole lot more endless rolling fields of grass, flowers, small forests and clusters of trees, with the horizon on that side dominated in the distance by the massive dark mass of the Arfajia Woods.

Feeling herself getting pretty weary after several more hours from the monotonous landscape, the droning chirp of the little boxer engine running at constant high RPMs and the never-ending crunch of the narrow tires on the gravel road, the human woman decided that ten hours of driving was more than plenty for one day. She found a spot in the shadow of a small cluster of trees some way off the side of the gravel road to park the old car, killed the engine, took out the driver's seat - which merely clicked into place inside the car for just that reason - and set it in the grass. One of the tall, narrow rear doors of the cargo compartment was opened to pull near the old cooler, and Sasha calmly ate a few of the sandwiches and sipped from one of the bottles of cool goat milk while enjoying the warmth of the sun on her naked freckled skin. She sat and relaxed for a good while, pushing her pink sun hat a bit down over her face while she swiped on her phone, deleting some old photos she had no desire of keeping, smiling at the photo of Millie in the almost transparent pink babydoll, and watching a video or two on the Youtube app while the light slowly faded from the sky.

Eventually calling it a night, Sasha clicked the driver's seat back into place behind the steering wheel, got into the back of the cargo compartment, closed the narrow door and stretched out on the folded duvet. It was comfortable enough for a night of decent sleep. The next morning, she slipped out of the back of the old vehicle and did a few stretches to loosen up her muscles, brushed her long ginger hair, and after another couple of sandwiches and the other half of the opened bottle of goat milk, the human woman got back behind the wheel to resume her journey.

Hours of the same. So much of nothing but the same. Sasha went through several more of her CDs to combat the droning chirp of the old little boxer engine and the ceaseless crunch of the narrow tires on the gravel road, and every now and then pulled over to get out of the car and do a few stretches again and rub her eyes. It was very nice and calming to live so far out in the remote reaches of the valley with hundreds and hundreds of miles of absolute nothing all around, but good grief was it a pain when actually needing to go someplace.

The tall human woman didn't even know how many hours had passed when she pulled over for the she couldn't even remember how manyth time. There was a reason now; she started seeing farms in the distance, so she knew she was getting closer to a populated area. After a few more stretches and a sandwich, Sasha reached into the back of the cargo compartment and pulled near her suitcase as well, opening it and taking out a pair of denim shorts and the sleepy Rainbow Dash t-shirt. She was already wearing her beach sandals, as she had found operating the small old pedals in the car was not comfortable with her bare feet, and she still rolled up the t-shirt to just below her small breasts as well to keep the flowery wrap around her chest free.

Back on the road she went. Another few hours went by, and the GPS app started coming into its own as Sasha was no longer following a single gravel road but found herself driving through small widespread villages and actually having to make a turn every now and then. Eventually, the gravel road connected to a blacktop road, there was more traffic, and larger buildings started looming in the distance. Yet another hour and a half later, the lanky human woman was driving up to a fairly sizeable town, with an actual arch over the road leading into it with a sign that read "Welcome to Arfafield, the final farming hub of Arfajia Valley".

She did spot a very large white building on the outskirts of the town that looked like a hospital, but she ignored it. According to her phone, the time was already creeping towards 8PM, and she was weary, drowsy and hungry. Finding the white and blue buildings of a Bluetit Inn, Sasha parked in the parking lot, took her suitcase from the back of the car and checked in for the night, having a simple dinner in the adjoining restaurant after putting her suitcase in her room.

Returning to her room after the small dinner, Sasha checked the bathroom. It actually had a small bath tub, which she used to have a careful bath to not get the flowery wrap around her chest wet. She also stood next to the tub and leaned over it, utilizing the shower head over the tub that way to wash her long ginger hair. Dried off and naked again, she lay down on the bed, put her phone on the charger and called Buddleia's number.

The line rung for several times before it was answered.
   "Sasha, is you, yes?"
   "It's me, fuzzbutt," Sasha smiled, her smile deepening as she also heard Millie's voice in the background.
   "Tap that button, mom."
   "Still getting used to the phone, fuzzbutt, are you?"
   "Yes, I never have one before. I need to get used to a bit."
   "How are you, mom?" Millie's voice came through a lot more clearly; she obviously had helped Buddleia activate the speaker function.
   "Doing fine, choco-snoot. Tired as fuck, that was one hell of a drive, I'll tell you what. But I'm in Arfafield now, in a Bluetit Inn, I've had dinner and a wash and I'm laying on a comfy bed, so I'm feeling a lot better."
   "You not get wrap wet, Sasha? It squeeze you if it shrink."
   "I was very careful to not get it wet, babe, no worries. The rooms here have a tub in the bathroom, so that helped."
   "Good, okay, is good. You go to hospital now, Sasha?"
   "Hell no, not tonight anymore. It's eight-forty, and I may be feeling better after the bath and dinner, but I'm still dead on my feet. I'll go tomorrow."
   "You had good meal, Sasha?"
   "It was okay. Food's pretty decent at these Bluetit Inns, but they can't beat your delicious cooking, fuzzbutt, I'll tell you what."
   "We had pancakes, mom! Yum! What did you have?"
   "Oh sure, make me jealous, choco-snoot, heh. But here, let me make you gals jealous too; I had fried rice with jumbo shrimp in sweet-spicy sauce. Goddam, I gotta admit, I missed having shrimp."
   "Ooo, that sounds so yummy, mom! I gotta have some too when I get back to the city!"
   "And I ask mister Jonesy when I in town! Maybe he can get, yes!"
   "Tell you what, before I go back home, I'll get a bag of fresh ice for that cooler and I'll bring some frozen shrimp and other seafood back with me."
   "That's no help, mom! Hee hee! I'll already be back in the city by the time you get back!"
   "Where you can damn well get shrimp by yourself, choco-snoot, haha. Who said I was bringing any back for you?"
   "Nawww, you're mean, mom! Hee hee!"
   "But she right, Millie, yee hee! You go back to big city tomorrow, you can get lots food there! I must wait more days before Sasha back with yummy food, yes!"
   "Okay, I suppose that's fair, hee hee! Hey mom? Mom, guess what?"
   "What, choco-snoot?"
   "I love you!"
   "I love you too, choco-snoot. You're such a good girl." Sasha grinned at the happy whine coming from her phone. "Now, you be a good girl for your other mom too while you're still there, okay? Have you taken good care of Leia the past couple days?"
   "She been very good puppy, Sasha! We had lots fun! We made funny sexy game, yee hee!"
   "Ohoho! I hear it already; if the human's away, the fuzzbutts will play! But hey, tell you what; tell me all about it and demonstrate it when I get back, okay? And for now, go on and have some more fun together, you pair of pervy fuzzbutts, while I go curl up all alone by myself on this hotel bed alllll alone on my lonesome own."
   "Oh, you big tease, Sasha, yee hee!"
   "Wait, mom, don't hang up yet!" Millie's voice became a bit more distant again. "Look mom, swipe like that. See that button? Tap it, yes. Okay, now hold your phone like this... yes, good, point it right there. Mmm... nnyeeeeinn... yes, mmm, did you get it, mom? Lemme see... ooo, yes, that's good. Now swipe back that way, yes, see, now we're back with the call. Tap that button there, yes, now see, you can swipe here and find the pictures, see? There it is, now select it, and tap that send button." With a cheery giggle, the Labrador girl's voice came through clearly again. "Did you get it, mom?"

Sasha grinned as her phone dinged and swiped to check the picture that had been sent. Her grin deepened at seeing the picture was taken from very close to Millie's thighs, which were spread apart, while the Labrador girl's fingers spread apart the ruffled inner labia of her chocolate-colored vulva which was glistening with dampness.
   "The hell do I need to bring back seafood for? You already have a delicious clam to eat right there, fuzzbutt, ha!"
Cheery giggles came from the phone, followed by Millie's voice again.
   "That's for you, mom, so you won't be too alone, hee hee!"
   "You are such a good and lewd girl, choco-snoot. Thank you so much, I love it. And hey, I may even rub one out for you over that pic on my way back home when I stop for a stretch and some food, how 'bout that?"
   "Nnnyeeeeeeeeiinnh... I would... love that so much, mom. You're so welcome. I'm so happy you like it, my pussy is totally yours forever, mom."
   "That's a long time, choco-snoot, but I'll take it. But don't be selfish now, be a good girl and share it with your other mom too, she deserves it just as much."
   "Nnnyeeeeeinnhh... I will, mom, promise... I'll always be your and mom Leia's good puppy..."
   "Yee hee! Aw, you make her blush so much, Sasha! So cute!"
   "You better go and take care of that with whatever that pervy game is you two came up with, fuzzbutt. I'll go pass out on this bed after all that driving, and who knows, maybe have a wet dream of you naughty fuzzbutts. But either way, yeah, off to sleep for me; I'm dead tired, it's past nine now, and I wanna be at the hospital good and early tomorrow morning so I'll have some time left to check out Arfafield. It looks like a nice and pretty decent-sized town so far."
   "Okay, you get good sleep now, Sasha. We dream of you when we sleep, too."
   "Goodnight mommy! Sweet dreams! I hope I'll be in them! And good luck at the hospital tomorrow! I love youuu!"
   "I love you too, my sweet sexy fuzzbutt and my sweet little choco-snoot. Goodnight now."

The contact was cut, and Sasha tapped out her phone as well and lay it on the nightstand to charge with a cheerful grin, giving her head an amused shake. What a pair of silly but super sweet fuzzbutts, those two. With a last glance at the picture she had been sent, the lanky human woman took off her glasses, lay them on the nightstand as well and stretched out on the bed to have a good sleep.

She had actually set an alarm on her phone that jingled her awake with a melodious tone the next morning. Sasha stretched and rubbed her eyes, put on her glasses and silenced the alarm but left her phone on the charger as she went into the bathroom to pee and have another careful bath, at which she took a lot of care to not get the flowery wrap wet. After brushing her long ginger hair and putting on a fresh t-shirt that got rolled up to just below her small breasts and a fresh pair of denim shorts, the tall human woman went to the restaurant attached to the small hotel to have breakfast. Yogurt, muesli, a croissant, a glass of orange juice; she had missed orange juice, but the rest could not match the porridge Buddleia cooked every morning. It was all farm-fresh, she could taste that, but the vulpine taur's porridge still tasted better.

Leaving her suitcase in the room but making sure she had everything else with her, Sasha got into the old 2CV and drove over to the large white building she had spotted the evening before. It was in fact the Nightingale Medical Centre, and it looked pretty impressive for a not very large town on the edge of nowhere; built in an old Modernist style, with clean lines but still some ornate details and columns, the building seemed to stretch over five different wings and rose five stories into the air, its white and glass exterior gleaming in the morning sun. There were two sizeable parking lots on either side of a road that led right up to a plaza by the large entrance, and Sasha smiled as she saw the road dead-ended in a looped public transit halt with two bus bays, a taxi bay and an Uber bay, shielded from the plaza by a row of columnar coniferous trees and flowering shrubs.

Artful columns supported a large roof over the large glass wall of the main entrance, with on top of it large lighted acrylic letters spelling out the name of the hospital. Sasha made her way through the large revolving door in the middle of the glass wall and looked around as she found herself in a massive open hall. A smooth cream-colored floor with several lines of differing colors stretched out in all directions. To the left was a large plaza with conifers in tubs denoting a large seating area filled with tables and chairs, in front of a small restaurant/coffee bar with an open front. Next to the restaurant were gift shops, a pharmacy, and a shop selling newspapers and magazines. A bit off-center to the right, almost in the middle of the open hall, was a large octagonal information kiosk with four manned counters and large signs over them that said "Information" and "Check In".

The latter seemed a bit strange to Sasha, but at least it was clear where she needed to go. Calmly walking over to the large kiosk, the human woman approached one of the counters which was manned by an albino mouse woman dressed in an immaculate white uniform and a pair of glasses that were, if possible, even larger than Sasha's over her light pink eyes.
   "Good morning, ma'am, can I help you?" she smiled in a friendly voice.
   "Good morning," Sasha smiled. "I think you can, indeed. I'm here for a CT-scan of my ribs."
   "Of course," the mouse woman nodded with a smile, turning to a computer screen. "May I take your name, please?"
   "That's Farr, Sasha Farr, with double R," Sasha smiled.
The mouse woman did a bit of typing and clicking, and nodded.
   "Here I have you. Indeed, you called two days ago, and you have a reference from doctor Kyeeru of Rolling Hills. Did you bring this reference with you?"
   "Right here," Sasha nodded with a smile, patting her hip pocket.
   "Very good," the mouse woman smiled, leaning over the counter and pointing at a large board on the far wall that had several signs on it. "You can follow Route four-D to Radiology and Imaging, it's up on the second floor. Please check in at the desk there, and they will have a doctor come to help you further."
   "Thank you very much," Sasha smiled.

She calmly walked over to the large board and looked at al the signs. One of them said 4D, Radiology & Imaging, 2nd floor, Follow Dark Green line, and an arrow. So that's what all those colored lines on the floor were for, Sasha mused with a smile. She just as calmly walked in the direction the arrow pointed, seeing several colored lines on the floor, of which some turned into corridors, some ended in an arrow pointing at the doors of three elevators and a stairway and some ran on further. The dark green line also ended in an arrow pointing at the elevators and stairwell, and as Sasha noticed at least two people being pushed in a wheelchair were waiting by the elevators, she decided to give them space and take the stairs herself.

Sure enough, the dark green line, as well as a yellow, a light blue and a deep red one, even ran up the steps of the staircases. On the second floor, the red and the blue line continued up the rest of the stairs, whereas the yellow and the dark green line ran out through the large open doorway. Sasha followed it, as well as the signs jutting down from the ceiling, through a corridor or two and into another large open area with several waiting areas with rows of seats facing a low table covered with magazines, and another large counter where the dark green line ended in an arrow, with a sign over it that read "Radiology & Imaging. Please Check In Here".

Stepping up to the counter, Sasha found herself face to face with another albino mouse, a man this time, who greeted her in the same friendly manner.
   "Good morning, ma'am, can I help you?"
   "Yes indeed, I'm here to have a CT-scan done of my ribs."
   "Very well, may I take your name please?"
   "Sasha Farr, with double R."
Tap tap tap tap click click.
   "There you are. Referenced by doctor Kyeeru of Rolling Hills, very well. You have this reference with you?"
Pat pat.
   "Right here."
   "Excellent." The mouse man gestured at the waiting area. "You can take a seat, a doctor will be with you momentarily."
   "Thank you."

Sasha walked over to the rows of seats and sank down in one, sending friendly nods at a few other people waiting there as well. Taking out her phone, she planned to send Buddleia a text that she was in the hospital now and her phone would be shut off for the next few hours, but she had to bite her lip pretty hard not to laugh at the notification that said "Fuzzbutt has sent you a picture", and especially at seeing the picture was of Millie laying on her back on the tummy of Buddleia's quadruped lower body, the camera focused on a dripping wet chocolate-colored vulva right above a dripping wet black feral canine vulva, with the caption "here's the result of our game for you, mom". Sniggering under her breath, Sasha saved the picture and sent the text that she was now in the hospital and would shut off her phone for the next couple of hours, then shut off her phone and slipped it back into the pocket of her denim shorts.

Leaning back, the human woman crossed her long legs and silently mused to herself over the two albino mice she had met. Come to think of it; the other three counters of the information kiosk had also been manned by albino mice. That was a bit odd. They could all be family, of course; it could also have been a very selective hiring policy. Either way, it gave Sasha a bit of an image of laboratory mice, which was... kind of weird, but also somehow amusing in a way.

Her thoughts were interrupted by a black-furred Labrador woman in an immaculate white uniform walking up to the waiting area with a PDA and mentioning her name.
   "Missus... Farr?"
   "That's me," Sasha smiled, standing up.
   "Ah, good morning, missus Farr. Doctor Anoushka Rosen," the black Labrador woman introduced herself, shaking Sasha's hand and checking the PDA. "A CT-scan for ribs, I see. Please follow me, missus Farr." She led the way down the corridor, into a shorter corridor and from there into a room that had a few chairs with a low cabinet in between them, a tall cabinet with glass doors, a desk with a computer, and in the back a large machine that looked like a large sunbed. "Have a seat. May I see your reference, please?"
   "Of course," Sasha smiled, taking the folded paper from her hip pocket, unfolding it and handing it to the canine woman.
   "Thank you," the black Labrador woman smiled, checking the paper. "Mmm-hmm... a check-up on the healing of a number of two broken ribs, right. Referenced by doctor Kyeeru of Rolling Hills, right, right. I take it doctor Kyeeru treated you for the broken ribs?"
   "Actually, no, my wife treated me," Sasha smiled.
   "I see," the canine woman nodded with a smile. "Is your wife a doctor also?"
   "No, she is a farmer," Sasha smiled. "In a very, very remote part of the Arfajia Valley, where I was unlucky enough to fall into with my car from the M-seventy-three mountain road, but lucky enough to have been found and treated by her."
   "I see!" the Labrador doctor woman said, looking up. "That sounds like a quite serious accident, missus Farr, but I must say that you do look very healthy, so you must have been lucky to escape the accident with relatively minor injuries."
   "I was indeed, and as I said, I was also very lucky to have been found by the amazingly wonderful and helpful woman who is now my wife," Sasha nodded with a broader smile. "She has taken extremely good care of me, and doctor Kyeeru actually confirmed that my ribs have healed, but she agreed with my request to have a scan done so we can be absolutely certain and also see the extent of the healing."
   "Of course, of course," the black Labrador woman nodded with a smile. "Well, let's have a look, shall we? Can you please remove your hat, your glasses, your shirt and your bra?"
   "I can, but I will require some assistance with this," Sasha smiled, patting the flowery wrap around her chest. "This is what my wife put on me immediately after the accident, and has been putting on me daily for the past two months and a bit, and it's fastened on my back at that one exact spot I can not reach myself."
   "That one spot that always itches," the Labrador woman nodded with a light chortle as she walked over to the sunbed-looking machine. "I shall give you some assistance with removing it, missus Farr, as soon as I have readied the waffle iron."
   "Set it to medium done please, I'm kinda thin and I might get too crispy," Sasha chortled while unrolling her t-shirt.

She took off her glasses and set them on the low cabinet that was near the chair, took off her t-shirt as well and draped it over the back of the chair, and looked at the black Labrador woman pressing some buttons on a panel of the large machine. Once the canine doctor was done, Sasha shifted on the seat of the chair to sit a bit sideway and gathered up her long ginger hair to hold it out to the side as the black Labrador woman stepped up to the chair.
   "This has been very well applied," the canine woman smiled as she undid the safety pins and started unwrapping Sasha's chest. "Overlapping bands, tight but not too tight, just enough to give a solid support to your ribcage."
   "She's also been very cautionary about not getting it wet so it could possibly shrink as it dries," Sasha smiled with a light nod of her head.
   "Very good, very good," the black Labrador woman smiled. "You have got to give it to the farmers in very remote and hard to reach areas; they possess a number of impressive skills born from necessity, and some of the skills and tricks that have been handed down in the family are often on par with, or even exceed, professional medical treatments." She folded up the faded flower-print fabric once she had fully removed it from around Sasha's chest and smiled again. "I also notice a distinct difference in the color of your skin where this wrap has been, missus Farr."
   "Yes, we do our farm work in the nude, so everything that was not under those flowers tanned a bit more over the past two and a bit months," Sasha smiled with a full nod, letting go of her hair.
   "I envy you for having the opportunity and freedom to work like that," the black Labrador woman smiled. "Please remain seated in this position for a moment more, missus Farr, I shall do a basic preliminary check first."

Sasha nodded again and sat up straight, but still sideways on the seat of the chair. She smiled softly and tried to sit as still as she could as the Labrador doctor very gently ran her paws along Sasha's back and sides and gave light pressure with her fingers here and there.
   "Is any of this tender or sore, missus Farr?" she smiled. "I have to say, you have very pretty skin, very soft and smooth, and the amount of freckles is impressive to be honest."
   "I have nerves of steel, but unfortunately the ends have rusted," Sasha chortled. "And no, there's no pain or even anything feeling tender anymore. It was a little tender when doctor Kyeeru pressed into my right side, where the broken ribs were, but I have either gotten so used to that feeling that I don't feel it anymore, or it's gone altogether."
   "Well, with nerves of steel, I'm not surprised you're not sore," the black Labrador doctor chortled softly, gently pressing the fingers of her left paw against Sasha's right side. "I don't feel anything out of the ordinary here either, so it seems you are all back in one piece, missus Farr. But let's make sure, shall we? Are you ready to go into the waffle iron?"
   "I don't have any butter or syrup yet," Sasha quipped, standing up from the chair.
   "We apply that afterwards," the Labrador woman chortled, leading Sasha to the sunbed and moving the upper part further upwards with a press on a button. "Please lay flat on your back; you may lay your hair to the side so you're not laying down on it. Arms alongside your body please, and keep your head straight."

Nodding with a smile, Sasha gathered up all her long ginger hair again and sat on the edge of the lower part of the machine. She swung her legs up and to the side to lay down on her back, draping her hair along her left side and resting her arms straight down alongside both sides of her body while resting her head back on a small foam pillow, looking straight up. The black Labrador doctor woman smiled and made a few adjustments, then lowered the top part of the machine with another press of a button.
   "I'll have to move this all the way down so it just touches your chest, missus Farr," she smiled. "It may feel a bit claustrophobic, but please lay as still as you can."
   "I'll close my eyes, I'll be fine," Sasha smiled.

The black canine doctor nodded with a smile as Sasha closed her eyes. Moving the upper half of the machine further down slowly, she drew the tall human woman from sight as the upper half eventually touched lightly against Sasha's chest. Several more buttons were pressed, there was a very light hum, and only a few moments later the top half of the machine moved back upwards again.
   "That's it, missus Farr, you may get off and have a seat again," the canine doctor smiled.
Sasha opened her eyes and lifted an arm, chortling softly as she looked at it.
   "Your waffle iron is malfunctioning, I'm not golden-brown nor crunchy yet, and I don't see a pattern of little squares either."
   "I'll make a report of that," the black Labrador woman said with a soft laugh, walking back to the desk.

As she started tapping keys and clicking the mouse of the computer on the desk, Sasha stepped back over to the chair her shirt was on. Reaching for it, she halted as her attention was drawn by a poster on the wall behind the chair. It was one of those informative posters showing an image of a person with either the outer body parts, the muscles or the internal organs on display; this one displayed internal organs, and the image was of a taur person, a Mry as the head shape and the tail were obviously feline. Taking her glasses from the cabinet and putting them on, Sasha studied the poster with interest. The image might be of a Mry, but she assumed it would apply to other taur folk such as Buddleia as well.

It was certainly very interesting to see. The proportion of the internal organs seemed quite off-scale, but in the context of the taur body, they did make sense. In the humanoid upper body, the ribcage extended further downwards and showed a very large heart positioned a bit more towards the middle, with below that a pair of wider and quite elongated lungs that seemed to be made up out of two separate parts each and extended downwards almost into the stomach cavity of the upper body. A large stomach was situated in the area where the upper body connected to the quadruped lower body and curved along the connection of the upper hips to the lower chest, with an almost two and a half times as large as usual liver resting below it in the upper chest cavity of the lower quadruped body. A secondary ribcage enclosed a tangle of very long intestines and a pair of double-sized kidneys in the area where usually the lungs would sit in a ribcage, as well as a double-sized pancreas and spleen. The long intestines ran all the way to the rear end, where the stomach cavity of the quadruped lower body also showed a much larger gallbladder and regular bladder, and a couple of lines ran to large circles depicting a diagram of either female or male reproductive organs, which were of more or less usual size.

Having gotten no reaction to her question from Sasha, the black Labrador doctor looked up and smiled as she saw the human woman studying the poster on the wall with so much interest. She got up and stepped over to Sasha, gently touching the human woman's shoulder to attract her attention.
   "Are you interested in taur folk, missus Farr?"
Sasha looked up and smiled, then even let out a short laugh.
   "I would say so; I'm married to one."
   "Oh! Your wife is a taur? That is very interesting indeed," the canine doctor smiled. "Is she a Mry?"
   "No, I have actually still never even seen one of them before," Sasha shook her head with a smile. "My wife is a foxtaur, who, I understand, are relatively rare."
   "Oh! Yes indeed, there are only a handful of vulpine taurs around, even though they are not the rarest of the taur folk," the black Labrador woman smiled. "You are very lucky to have found one, missus Farr."
Sasha's smile broadened to encompass the entire width of her face.
   "Please do allow me to correct you there, doctor Rosen. I have been extremely lucky she found me. If she hadn't, it's more than likely I would now not be standing here to impress you with the news I'm married to a beautiful foxtaur woman."
   "Of course, you are so very correct," the canine doctor nodded with a smile. "And she has certainly taken amazingly good care of you, missus Farr." She pointed at a screen on the opposite wall, near the desk, which showed a picture of a narrow ribcage. "Those are your ribs on the wall over there, and as you can see, they are in excellent condition. There is only the minutest indication that two of them, the fifth one and the sixth one on the right side, were previously broken." She stepped over to the screen and zoomed in a bit with a button on the bottom edge, and pointed. "See, rib number five and rib number six show a very slight thickening in this small area here, which is where the fracture has been, but that is the only indication something has happened."
   "I knew I could trust that sweet silly fuzzbutt," Sasha nodded with a still very broad smile. "Is there any way you can send that picture to doctor Kyeeru?"
   "Of course, we will email the image file to her, that is customary as you are her patient," the black Labrador doctor nodded with a smile. "Is she by any chance treating you for your weight? Because that is something I noticed, missus Farr; you appear to be somewhat underweight."
   "I'm working on that," Sasha smiled. "I have lived a very unhealthy life in Fossil City for seventeen years, doctor Rosen, and I was indeed underweight to the point of being malnourished. But I can assure you that my wife is doing a very good job of packing some pounds onto me with her wonderful country cooking, plus I now live a very healthy and active life on the farm, so I'm convinced I shall be up to a proper weight before too long."
   "Very good, very good!" the black canine doctor nodded with another smile. "I'm glad to hear that, missus Farr, and I'm certain you are in most capable hands and know how to take much better care of yourself now." She chortled softly as she sat back behind the desk to do some typing and clicking. "You may also put your shirt back on, by the way."
   "Right!" Sasha chortled. "I keep forgetting about that, haha!" She took off her glasses and put on her shirt, then cleaned her glasses on a slip of her shirt and put them back on as well. "Is it alright if I snap a picture of that poster with my phone? It's really very fascinating."
   "By all means, go right ahead," the black Labrador woman smiled, doing some more typing and clicking on the computer.

Sasha smiled and took out her phone, switching it back on and selecting the camera function to snap a picture of the poster with the taur diagram. Checking the picture, she smiled again, swiped through the pictures a bit and flicked her phone sideways to activate the landscape view, stepping over to the desk.
   "Thank you. And in case you were curious; this is my wife. The girl in front of us is a very dear friend."
The black Labrador doctor looked at Sasha's phone and almost let out a very unprofessional gleeful squeal.
   "Oh my, she is so pretty! What a lovely fur color! You are certainly a very, very lucky woman, missus Farr!"
   "Thank you again," Sasha smiled with a light chortle, putting her phone back into her pocket. "Is there anything else I need to do here or have done here?"
   "No, you're all done, missus Farr," the black canine woman smiled. "You came for a CT-scan to check the status of your ribs, we have done the scan, and the status is excellent. I can give you a clean bill of health, which I assume doctor Kyeeru may have done already also, and you are free to return home now."
   "Wow, okay, that's way faster than I thought it would be," Sasha smiled, shaking the black Labrador woman's paw. "Once again, thank you very much, doctor Rosen, and, well, have a nice day, I guess, heh."
   "We're very efficient," the canine doctor smiled. "So yes, you are very welcome, missus Farr, and do have a very pleasant day."

Sasha picked up the folded flowery fabric and the safety pins, sticking the pins into one of the pockets of her denim shorts and holding the fabric draped over an arm as she left the room. Following the short corridor back to the main corridor, and the main corridor back to the waiting area and the elevators and stairwell, the human woman decided to again take the stairs to get back to the ground floor. It was much healthier to take the stairs, after all. Reaching her car in one of the two parking lots, she got behind the wheel, tossed the flowery fabric into the open cargo compartment behind her, started the engine and calmly drove away from the hospital.

It was still well before lunchtime. Not having expected to be out of the hospital again so soon, Sasha calmly drove through the town a bit to look at the stores and enterprises at her leisure. Spotting a decent-sized laundromat, she parked the car close to it and took the large sack of clothes into the building, filling up two washing machines. While waiting for the machines to run their cycle, the human woman took out her phone and texted Buddleia again to say everything had gone amazingly well and she would be back home soon. An old newspaper on the low table by the benches drew her attention, as it showed an article titled "Mysterious Accident On M73"; sure enough, the article was about her own accident of having gone off the road and down the mountainside, with the only evidence left in place being the damage to the guardrail and the plant life on the side of the mountain below it, and the bits of debris from her car. Unable to help herself, Sasha shot a picture of that article with her phone as well, because she found it rather amusing.

With the clothes washed and dried and back in the burlap sack, the lanky human woman got back into her old car and started driving through the town again, just looking around a bit. She made a few more stops; at a fuel station to top up the tank of her car and the large metal jerrycans, get a bag of ice for the cooler and a whole carton of 45-piece packs of Chesterfield cigarettes, at a small supermarket to buy several packets of frozen shrimp and other seafood, a few cans of fried rice and a couple of bottles of soy sauce and other spicy sauces, as well as a few more groceries and some small bottles of juice for on the way back home, and at a bakery to buy a cutely decorated tin of cookies. Stops at an auto parts store and a garage were fruitless as neither could help her with the two pumps she needed for the 1959 Skoda grain truck, but a stop at a junkyard just outside of the town was way more successful, as a couple hundred dollars bought Sasha a similar, wrecked Skoda 706 RT truck but from 1963, which had been a water tanker truck; and it had an intact engine. The marbled brown Great Dane man running the junkyard even was willing to set the truck aside in the yard for a couple of days until the mechanic Jack of the Co-op could come pick it up and deliver it to the farm with a flatbed or a trailer, as Sasha on the spot called the lion man Daniel at the Ag Co-op to arrange that.

By far Sasha's most successful stop however was at a fairly sizeable second-hand store. Not only did she score a small washing machine for $70, but she also found an old-fashioned meat grinder, an old-fashioned meat mixer and an old-fashioned sausage stuffer operated by a foot pedal; all in stainless steel and all in working order despite their age. Another $70 ensured those joined the small washing machine in the back of her 2CV delivery vehicle, and an additional $10 also bought her a small rectangular table in stainless steel to go with the meat preparing tools.

With much more in the cargo compartment of her car than she had thought she would find, Sasha made another stop by the bakery to also buy a small peach pie, before making a last stop at the Bluetit Inn to get her suitcase and check out. On the way out of the town of Arfafield, she called Buddleia to tell the vixen-taur she would be home by the evening of the next day. The hospital visit and the shopping spree in town had gone so quickly and successfully that it was only a bit after lunchtime when the tall human woman pointed her old car down the blacktop road out of town, as there was no need and no sense in waiting until the next day to start the return trip.

The only hiccup came on the way home. Excited and energized by the good news on her ribs, and all the fortunate finds she had managed to purchase for low amounts of money, Sasha made good time as she drove away from Arfafield, following the GPS app on her phone through and around the few small, spread-out villages and onto the wide gravel road winding its way into the stretched-out and very empty valley. She sang along with her CDs and drove well into the evening before eventually finding a place to park off the side of the road, having a couple of the fresh sandwiches she had made and a cookie to boot before stretching out on the old duvet in the cargo compartment of her old vehicle for a night of pretty decent sleep.

Bright and early the next morning she was underway again after another sandwich or two, some milk and some stretches. Keeping up the speed and smiling cheerfully during the passing hours, Sasha sang along with several of her CDs again - until her phone dimmed the music as it showed an incoming call from Millie. With another smile, Sasha turned off the radio and swiped her phone.
   "Heya choco-snoot! What's up? I'm in the car, so you gotta speak up a bit."
Millie's voice came through the phone with a tone of urgency and a note of anxiety.
   "Oh, okay. Uhm, I think I gotta warn you, Sash. I done goofed!"
Sasha quirked an eyebrow but still smiled, quickly checking around for a place to pull off the side of the road.
   "Calm down, choco-snoot, take a deep breath. What happened?"
   "Well, like, Chelsea came over to help me pack my stuff, you know. I'm moving out today. But we took a break for some lunch, and I made some sammiches with mom Leia's jam. You know you can't find any fresh home-made jam here in the city, and Chelsea liked it a lot so she asked where I got it from. I... before I even knew it, without realizing it, I let it slip that I got it from you!"
   "Right. So she now knows that I'm still around."
   "And that we're in contact and I've visited you! She became real mad, Sash, she started yelling and demanding I tell her everything!"
   "But you were a good girl and you didn't, choco-snoot, right?"
   "I didn't, Sash, I promise! But that made her even madder! She kept yelling at me to tell her, and she... she hit me, mom!"
   "That fucking little bitch. If I get my hands on her..."
   "Mom... Sash... it's okay. I... I hit her back. She stood there laughing at me at first, and I... I suddenly got so fed up with always being treated like crap by them that I hit her back real hard. I gut-punched her so hard I knocked all the wind out of her. I'm... I'm not proud of it, but... I really am."
   "Atta girl, choco-snoot! I'm really proud of you too! That was about goddam time, that you stood up for yourself!"
   "Yeah, I... it felt good, if I'm honest. But it's still a problem, Sash! She stormed out of my studio, yelling and calling me and you all kinds of nasty names, and... she'll probably try and call you!"
   "Big fat chance she will, yeah. Okay, listen to me, choco-snoot. You gotta get out of there pronto, okay? Block and delete the numbers of all the girls of that group and get yourself away from there."
   "I am, mom, uncle Chester is gonna be here in a bit with the pickup to load my things and we're going back to the farm tonight. I'll be fine, honest. But what will you do?"
   "Don't you worry your pretty little head about me, choco-snoot. I'm on my way back home, I still have six or seven hours to go, and at the moment I'm parked on the side of the road for this call. I'll just wait here a bit until Chelsea calls me, because you can bet your sweet little butt she will. And I will deal with this, choco-snoot, so don't worry, okay? I'll set this straight, just make sure you get away from there, because I don't want them coming after you again."
   "O-okay mom... Oh, okay, I really will be fine, I see uncle Chester pulling up outside."
   "Very good. Get your stuff loaded and get the hell out of there, choco-snoot. And say hi to your uncle and aunt for me, okay?"
   "I will, mom. I gotta go now, uncle Chester's ringing the bell. I love you, mom. And... I'm... I'm sorry."
   "It's alright, choco-snoot. Like I said, don't worry about a thing. Just get back to the farm with your uncle, they don't know where the hell you came from anyway, and I will deal with the rest of this. Howl at the moon, choco-snoot."
   "Howl at the moon, mom."

Sasha tapped out her phone and drew in a deep breath through clenched teeth. Dammit! It was bound to come out one time or another, but this was quite a bit of a damper on the excitement of the previous day. She did not blame Millie, though. It had been an unfortunate slip, but it only accelerated what was inevitable anyway.

Sitting back in the simple driver's seat a bit, Sasha lit a cigarette and waited. It only took a few minutes for her phone to start ringing with an incoming call from Chelsea. Taking a deep drag from her cigarette, Sasha swiped her phone.
   "Yeah."
   "So you are alive!"
   "Very much so, Chelsea. So what?"
   "So what?! Where the hell are you, Sasha? What the hell happened?"
   "What's it to you, Chelsea?"
   "Come on now, Sash! We've been worried about you!"
   "As if. I've already heard the stories, Chelsea. Call the cops? Don't be stupid. She's fine. Or she most likely just killed herself. Very worried indeed, Chelsea."
   "Yeah, that's another thing! How come you called her and not any of us?"
   "Not that I need to justify myself to you kids, and not that it's any of your goddam business, but busted phone, Chelsea, no contacts list, and weeks later at a place with a phone, that was the simplest number to remember."
   "So you called her way back already! God dammit! That hick bitch! Why didn't she tell any of us!"
   "Because I specifically told her not to. And unlike some, she does listen to me."
   "That fucking little..."
   "My decision, Chelsea! My instructions!"
   "But god damn Sash, why?! We've been friends for how many years now! What does that hick bitch have that we don't have, huh?"
   "That hick bitch is an actual friend of mine from before I even came to the city, Chelsea! And that hick bitch has actual feelings and actually gives a fuck, unlike you bunch of bitches!"
   "God, I should've fucking known! You fucking hicks all stick..."

Sasha tapped the End Call button with way more restraint than she was feeling. She took a last deep drag from her cigarette and held in the smoke while she pinched out the butt, and even several moments longer before letting it go in an angry puff. Oh that was so not the end of it. Only a moment or two later, sure enough, a new incoming call from the same number. Sasha swiped her phone with a quick swish.
   "What!"
   "God dammit Sash, did you fucking hang up on me?!"
   "I must have if it sounded like this!"

End Call. Before swiping back to the GPS app, Sasha went into her contacts list and blocked Chelsea's number, deleted it, and proceeded to do the exact same with all the other numbers in the group except for Millie's.

That was likely still not the end of it. But for now, it would do. Lighting another cigarette, Sasha took deep drags while leaning back in the driver's seat with her head tilted back a bit and her eyes closed. Slowly, gradually, the tall human woman managed to calm herself down. She opened her eyes again, sat up straight, took a last drag of her second cigarette and pinched out the butt. Taking her phone, she swiped to the photo gallery and took several long moments to just stare at the happy picture of her, Buddleia and Millie in the back garden behind the small farmhouse, until her lips formed into a light smile again. She looked behind her, at all the things sitting in the cargo compartment of her old car, and smiled again.

Swiping back to the GPS app on her phone and putting it back in the holder on the windshield, the lanky human woman checked the estimated arrival time. Two and a half hours to the Arfajia Valley Agricultural Co-operation. Four hours from there to the farm. The time was 1:42PM. Six and a half hours to get home... she'd be back before dusk. Time to get moving again.

There was still a good deal of celebrating to do once she got home after all!
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