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A bit more rain, just slightly lower temperatures, and finished silage to sell! But there's also a call from the Co-op... uh oh, sure enough, something about those fish.\n\nNothing too bad though! And having a talk about their future plans with the farm after dinner has the tall human woman Sasha and the purple and white vixen-taur Buddleia move on to quite a different subject altogether... and it turns out that fluffy vulpine taur is certainly not as ignorant and innocent as she might have seemed, and the veneer of the tiny village of Rolling Hills is beginning to crack as well! Oh dear!\n\nThe Blue border of a Mature rating therefore this time! Not that anything happens, but the things that are talked about are still a bit... let's say, unsuitable for young eyes. And Sasha really needs to mind her language, too. And with nothing happening, just stuff being talked about, I know I'll be safe putting a Mature-rated story with a human in it here in my IB account, too!\n\nBuddleia is © Fritti Breezedancer\nSasha Farr is © Fritti Breezedancer\nThe Minnaluna world and all characters therein are © Fritti Breezedancer", "description_bbcode_parsed": "And here we go again! The season is slowly rolling by, and it keeps bringing progress to Butterfly Farm! A bit more rain, just slightly lower temperatures, and finished silage to sell! But there's also a call from the Co-op... uh oh, sure enough, something about those fish.

Nothing too bad though! And having a talk about their future plans with the farm after dinner has the tall human woman Sasha and the purple and white vixen-taur Buddleia move on to quite a different subject altogether... and it turns out that fluffy vulpine taur is certainly not as ignorant and innocent as she might have seemed, and the veneer of the tiny village of Rolling Hills is beginning to crack as well! Oh dear!

The Blue border of a Mature rating therefore this time! Not that anything happens, but the things that are talked about are still a bit... let's say, unsuitable for young eyes. And Sasha really needs to mind her language, too. And with nothing happening, just stuff being talked about, I know I'll be safe putting a Mature-rated story with a human in it here in my IB account, too!

Buddleia is © Fritti Breezedancer
Sasha Farr is © Fritti Breezedancer
The Minnaluna world and all characters therein are © Fritti Breezedancer", "writing": "There had been a consequence. One doesn't just release fish classified as Vulnerable and get away with it. Not even in a contained body of water. Something like that tends to come out at some time or other.\n\nIt had been some time. About two weeks, give or take a day. Life proceeded calmly and regularly on Butterfly Farm, without any shocking surprises. The winter rye kept growing nicely, already two inches above the ground and covering the fields in fresh dark green. The grass in the rear-side left field had grown to cutting height, had been mowed, mowed again, baled and wrapped, and the bales set in the shelter marked as 'B3' and with the date and the word 'day' getting a tally behind it every day. The baby chicks kept growing, the adult chicken kept laying eggs. Choco the goat kept giving over a gallon of milk a day, necessitating the purchase of more glass bottles and the making of even more cheese. The rabbits... kept hopping about and doing their bunny things; the wild beige-colored one had even settled down and showed no interest in fighting with the male dark gray lop-eared rabbit it shared a hutch and run with. Even the morning and evening baths in the now fish-stocked pond continued being as mundane as they had been; the fish made no difference.\n\nThe days might be going by slowly and in a relaxed manner; they still showed progress. The least powerful of the two old Hanomag tractors had been retired; there was not much use continuing to use it as the other Hanomag tractor and the Fiat tractor could do the work better and quicker. Its only grace was that is was fully open, and that got remedied by taking the half-cab off the other Hanomag tractor and putting it on the least powerful one. Before fully retiring it, however, the tall human woman Sasha and the purple and white vixen-taur Buddleia had spent a few days getting it prepared to make a decent trade-in; partly disassembling it, cleaning it, painting it in their company's light muted lavender color and putting it back together - with one provision; the wrecked Volvo station wagon's CV shaft they had used to replace the tractor's broken PTO shaft was removed again and re-installed on the Volvo's gearbox. Just in case they might decide to use that engine and gearbox to power a vehicle with.\n\nThe most progress came from the 'B1' batch of wrapped bales. They had gone through their entire fermentation process. When Sasha checked them on day 30, the moisture meter showed 58%; they were a tad on the dry side. But the PH meter showed 4; right in the perfect range. That were 81 bales ready to go, ready to sell, ready to make them a whole bunch of money! And that, in turn, would mean a whole bunch more progress!\n\nTaking the first 81 bales out from under the shelter and stacking them on the flat bed of the 1953 MAZ-200 truck by hand wasn't even such a sweaty job as it had been putting them under the shelter. The bales still weighed more than the hay bales of the same size, but less than they had when freshly wrapped, and the weather compensated for it. Temperatures were a bit lower now that autumn was tiptoeing its way in, and a light rain cooled the bare freckled skin and the fluffy purple and white fur of the two naked women as they loaded the B1 batch of bales onto the back of the truck. But moving 81 bales of 500 liters by hand; even with the teamwork of Buddleia heaving them onto the bed of the truck and Sasha stacking them, that work was hard and took hours.\n\nFinished with loading the bales sometime between lunch and dinnertime, the two determined farmers decided to have a bath, a good rest filled with cuddling until it was time for dinner, and call it quits for the rest of the day. Tomorrow was another day, after all, and with their destination for selling the bales being four hours of driving away from the small old farm, that trip was best started in the morning anyway.\n\nThat next morning, after their porridge breakfast, animal feeding and milking routine and morning bath in the pond, and the putting on of shirts and a pair of shorts for the interacting with other people, they climbed into the old lavender truck and set off down the dirt road towards the Ag Co-op, the livestock dealer and the BGA plant. There was a tingle of excitement in the air. The proprietors of the livestock dealer had said they could earn ten times as much money for the silage as they did for the hay. With that kind of income boost, they'd soon be able to buy new equipment rather than worn old second-hand machines. And they would get to meet new people and learn about what the BGA plant actually did; who knows they might get some advantages of that as well.\n\nHer phone ringing by the time they turned onto the narrower dirt road running along the base of the hill the Ag Co-op was sitting on amused Sasha when she saw the incoming call was from the lion Ag agent Daniel. She hit the brakes to bring the old truck to a creaking stop and swiped her phone to answer it cheerily.\n \"Danny-boy! Talk to me!\"\n \"You're cheerful this morning, Sasha. How much trouble am I gonna be in when I temper that cheeriness with a warning?\"\n \"Oh, depending on how severe the warning is, I'll only kill you a little bit, Dan. So what do we need to be warned about?\"\n \"The IUCN. They've been in touch with me about those fish I dumped in your pond.\"\n \"Is that serious?\"\n \"I don't think so. They were aware that foreclosed farm was breeding some, they knew those fish were brought here, and they wanted to know where they went to from here.\"\n \"And you didn't tell them they swam off to Coelacanth Bay? Bah, for a feline you are shamefully un-devious, Dan.\"\n \"Sorry, I'm a disgrace to my kind. But yeah, I had to tell them a few went to the BGA, and the rest went into your pond. One of their reps is currently at the BGA, so in about four, four and a half hours or so she'll be at your farm to have a gander at your pond.\"\n \"Can you do me a favor, Dan?\"\n \"I'm not taking those fish back, Sasha.\"\n \"I would love to see you try and get all of them out of our pond, haha! But that's not what I'm after, Dan. Do you have a number of this representative?\"\n \"They called me first, so it should still be in the phone's memory. Why?\"\n \"Call her and tell her to wait for us at the BGA.\" Sasha revved the two-stroke diesel engine of the old MAZ truck loudly several times. \"Hear that? We're right below your hill, Dan, about to pay Simon and Harry a visit with our first load of silage. And whatever they don't buy is going to the BGA after that, so that representative can best wait there for a while since we're going to be there in a bit as well.\"\n \"Oh! So that was the noise I was hearing! Haha, that's quite a coincidence, that I'm calling you when you're virtually on my doorstep. But sure, I'll hang up now so I can give that rep a buzz; it wouldn't make much sense if you'd have to chase her down towards your farm, indeed.\"\n \"Chasing, in [i]this[/i] truck? Please. But yeah, thanks a bunch, Dan, we'll be at the BGA in fifteen, twenty minutes or so.\"\n \"Consider it done, Sasha.\"\n\nThe contact was cut, and Sasha tapped out her phone and leaned to the side to slide it back into her pocket again. Only a minute later, they pulled into the yard of the livestock dealer, being greeted by the large Appenine hare man Simon.\n \"Heyooo, Sasha! Is that what I think it is?\"\n \"That depends on what you think it is, Simon,\" Sasha sniggered as she leaned out of the driver door window. \"If you think these are christmas presents, then no, it's not what you think it is.\"\n \"Yeah yeah, alright,\" Simon chuckled. \"Let me rephrase that; wow Sasha, is that your first silage? Awesome!\"\n \"Indeed it is! Whoo! Do you want some?\" Sasha chortled.\n \"Actually; yes! Those small bales are so much handier for us than those giant marshmallows,\" Simon nodded. \"They're five hundred liters, right?\"\n \"Give or take a cup, yeah,\" Sasha nodded with a smile.\n \"Good, I'll make you a deal then,\" Simon smiled. \"We still have two of those giant four thousand liter marshmallows that haven't been opened yet. If you can unload sixteen of your nice handy small bales, we'll put the two big-ass ones in their place on your truck and you can sell the whole load at the BGA nextdoor. Sound good?\"\n \"Sounds like a plan to me,\" Sasha nodded. \"Where do you want them?\"\n \"Straw loft, you know the way,\" Simon pointed with a smile.\n\nSasha nodded again and drove further into the yard, swinging the old truck around and backing it up into the right-side one of the two loft buildings at the far side. Simon arrived there with the shaggy red fox man Harry by the time Buddleia had unstrapped several of the rearmost stacks of small square bales. Between the three of them, they unloaded sixteen of the small bales and stacked them neatly under a heightened platform on the left side of the building. Using an old electric-powered forklift, Simon picked up two of the large round bales from under a similar platform on the right side of the building and set them on the flat bed of the old lavender truck, where Buddleia strapped them down again.\n\nAs the large round bales were sitting more towards the back of the bed than the small square bales had done, Sasha could feel the truck being a bit tail-heavy, so she carefully pulled out of the building and leaned out of the driver door window again.\n \"Sorry we're not staying to chat, Simon. Dan called us and told me there's a IUCN rep waiting for us at the BGA plant, so we gotta get going.\"\n \"The hell did you do?\" Simon chuckled. \"Buddsy, did you massacre that whole population of Omutima rabbits in those fields behind your farm or something?\"\n \"No! Yee hee!\" Buddleia chirped a chortle. \"Dan gave us fish! And they on their list, he said.\"\n \"Oh! Well, I won't keep you any longer, then,\" Simon shrugged with a smile. \"Go on and deal with that, and enjoy the massive boost to your bank account when you dump all this in the BGA's processors, Sasha! Have a good one now!\"\n \"We certainly will, Simon, thanks,\" Sasha smiled. \"You guys have a good one too.\"\n\nThey waved as Sasha drove the truck off the yard and took the shortcut through the forest behind the yard. Finding there was no entrance to the BGA on that side, the human woman drove the truck all around the large yard of the BGA plant to eventually find the entrance facing the gravel-covered road on the other side and pull into the yard. She had no clue what all the large round buildings with their domed tops were for, so she just followed signs directing towards a regular rectangular building that had a sign with the word \"Office\" over the door.\n\nInside that building, after stating the reason for their visit, a raccoon man behind a counter made a short call and saw Sasha and Buddleia into an office, where they were met by a large and burly German Shepherd woman in a pair of green denim overalls over a green plaid flannel shirt and a black and white tuxedo cat woman in a dark blue pantsuit and round glasses. The German Shepherd woman was quite special to behold; she had the pattern of a regular black and tan German Shepherd dog, but the usually-black parts of her fur were a deep dark maroon in color, with the usually-tan parts of her fur being an orange-ish salmon-pink in color, which was also the color of her rather short hair.\n \"Ah, good morning,\" she said with a friendly smile, standing up from behind her desk and offering a paw. \"Missus and missus Farr, correct? Darla Simones, pleased to meet you. What can I do for you?\"\n \"Sasha Farr, indeed, and my wife Buddleia Farr, nice to meet you too, miss Simones,\" Sasha smiled, shaking the canine woman's paw. \"You can boost the bank account of our little farm so we can make more progress in bringing it back from the dead, because we've parked a truck full of silage bales outside.\"\n \"Ah, wonderful! That will boost our energy production so much, too!\" the canine woman smiled. \"What size bales do you have, and what type of silage?\"\n \"It's regular grass silage, in five hundred liter three-string wrapped bales,\" Sasha smiled. \"Although at this moment, we also have a couple of round four thousand liter wrapped bales that we traded for sixteen of our small square ones at the livestock dealer. But that is a one-time occasion, as we can only produce the small square bales with the equipment we have.\"\n \"I see, I see,\" Ms. Simones nodded, sitting back down and doing some typing and clicking on the computer on her desk. \"That's good, those bales are very easy to handle. How many do you have?\"\n \"Our first batch was eighty-one, minus the sixteen we traded at the livestock dealer is sixty-five,\" Sasha smiled. \"We have two more batches fermenting at the moment, one of seventy-seven bales and one of ninety-three bales, but those will only be done in a few weeks.\"\n \"Right, very good,\" Ms. Simones nodded again. \"Five hundred liter bales you said, correct? We will pay you two hundred and ten dollars apiece for those, or a hundred and thirty dollars if you want to receive the digestate they generate in return.\"\nBuddleia let go an excited yip, but quieted down with a chortle as Sasha gave her paw a light squeeze.\n \"I have no real experience with silage, so that sounds good to me, miss Simones,\" Sasha smiled. \"That digestate, that's like a liquid type of stuff you can use as fertilizer, right?\"\n \"That is correct, yes,\" Ms. Simones nodded with a smile. \"It's basically the waste product that is left over after processing, and you can spread it over your fields with any regular slurry spreader.\"\n \"Right,\" Sasha nodded with a smile. \"We don't have one of those and won't be able to afford one for a while yet, so for the first few times, we'll take just the full price for the bales and not take the digestate.\"\n \"Very well,\" Ms. Simones nodded with a smile again, doing some more typing and clicking on her computer. \"You might be able to afford one after this, though. At two hundred and ten dollars per five hundred liter bale, for a total of eighty-one bales, that will come to seventeen thousand and ten dollars.\"\nBuddleia let go another excited, and much louder yip, causing the other three women to chortle softly.\n \"That will most certainly be a very big step forwards for us,\" Sasha smiled. \"We'll still first have to get our current equipment repaired with the money, but it's definitely a very big help.\"\n \"It is to us as well, missus Farr, believe me,\" Ms. Simones smiled. \"We generate the electricity for Rolling Hills, amongst others, and we often have to get silage all the way from Arfafield to keep our production running smoothly. It will be a very big help indeed when we can acquire silage locally.\"\n \"Sounds like a very fruitful exchange,\" Sasha chortled. \"You badly need our silage, and we badly need your money, so that seems like a win-win to me. It's just like Dan said; way out here, we have to help and look out for one another,\" she added with a light laugh. \"So where can we drop our bales?\"\n \"I will show you,\" Ms. Simones smiled, standing back up again. \"But before I do, good [i]grief[/i] where are my manners! Please do allow me to introduce you to miss Stephanie Goodstock of the IUCN, I understand she needs to pay your farm a visit for the same reason she visited here.\"\n \"Indeed,\" the tuxedo cat woman nodded with a smile, shaking Sasha's hand and Buddleia's paw. \"But I do understand the importance of doing business, so I do not mind waiting until you have finished your business here, missus Farr. I already very much appreciate your consideration in letting mister Tawnto know that you were close by here so I could wait here for you rather than traveling all the way to your farm in vain. So do take your time to first finish your business with miss Simones.\"\n \"In that case, let me show you where you can unload your bales,\" Ms. Simones smiled.\n\nShe stepped out from behind her desk and led the way out of the office, and out of the building. Leading the way to a couple of the largest round domed buildings, the canine woman pointed out several other buildings; most of them similar round buildings with a domed roof, but with various machines placed near them. She pointed at a domed round building with a large rectangular building attached to it via several thick pipes and ducts, and a huge open-top container connected to the rectangular building.\n \"If you ever have a large amount of woodchips, you can dump them in that container; we take woodchips as well,\" she explained. \"We pay a bit more per cubic feet for woodchips than the sawmill does, because they sell their woodchips to us as well.\"\nSasha chortled softly.\n \"While it's nice getting some more money for the same amount of product, I think we'll continue to let the sawmill deal with the woodchips generated from chipping or sawing our logs. It's only a two-hour drive to the sawmill from our farm, and a four-hour drive to here, so shaving off four hours total of travel time will offset the lower price we'll get from them for the chips.\"\n \"True, you'd probably burn more in fuel than what you get extra from us for the woodchips,\" Ms. Simones nodded with a light chortle.\n\nShe pointed at a giant machine sitting in front of the pair of largest domed round buildings they had walked up to. It had rollers that led into a rectangular building, and a gantry over the top of it which had what looked like a container grabber rather than a claw.\n \"Here is where you can unload silage bales,\" the canine woman explained. \"Preferably in neat rows, but it doesn't matter too much. That grabber will squeeze them and lift them onto that conveyor, which will transport them into the building to be processed.\" She let go a light laugh. \"And before you say; but can't the grabber take them off the back of the truck, I have to disappoint you; no, it can't. It's automatic and set to move down all the way to the ground, so it would pick up your truck as well.\"\n \"Right, well, that seems unfavorable,\" Sasha nodded with a chortle. \"We'll just dump them on the ground, then. And let me ask you, miss Simones; any next time we have a batch of silage bales, do we first have to report to your office, or can we first unload and then report to your office to tell you how many bales we dumped?\"\n \"You will first have to report to at least the reception,\" Ms. Simones nodded with a smile. \"Safety protocol, you know; one of our people has to be present when you approach any of the machinery here.\"\n \"That makes a whole bunch of sense,\" Sasha nodded with a smile as well. She playfully patted Buddleia's rump. \"Well then, fuzzbutt, if you wait here, I'll go and move the truck over and we can do a bit of pushing and shoving.\"\n\nBuddleia yipped a chortle and swished her bushy tail, tapping Sasha's butt with it as the lanky human woman turned to walk back to the office building. Only a few moments later she had driven the old MAZ truck over to the building, and by the German Shepherd woman's directions, they pushed the bales off the bed of the truck into a large rectangle of dashed yellow lines painted on the asphalt in front of the machine. After parking the truck back by the office building, all of them went back inside and Ms. Simones processed the payment and printed out a receipt for Sasha.\n \"There you are, missus Farr; seventeen big ones right into your account and ready for you to play with,\" she chortled.\nSasha checked the receipt and chortled softly as well.\n \"Thank you very much, miss Simones. That just ensured that we will have our combine [i]and[/i] our grain truck up and running by the time our winter rye is ready to harvest.\"\n \"I'm very glad we could be of such help to your farm, and I'm also very glad you could be of such help to our plant,\" Ms. Simones smiled with another light chortle. \"Let me wish you both a very pleasant day, missus and missus Farr, and I will leave you in the company of miss Goodstock.\"\n \"Thank you again, and a very nice day to you as well, miss Simones,\" Sasha smiled. She turned to the tuxedo cat woman and smiled with a light chortle. \"I do hope you won't object to following us all over the place, miss Goodstock. As I mentioned, it's a four-hour drive from here to our farm, so whenever we are here, we tend to make the most of it and make more stops than just the one that brought us here in the first place. In this case; we'll need to make a stop at the Co-op on the other side of that small forest there, and in the village of Rolling Hills to pick up our mail and revenue, before we can return to our farm.\"\n \"I can certainly understand that, missus Farr,\" the feline woman nodded with a smile. \"It certainly is no problem, I'll be glad to accompany you to the Co-op and the village.\"\n \"Thank you,\" Sasha smiled, curling her lips into a small grin. \"I only have to ask Dan at the Co-op for something, but as you're a feline, I have the feeling you might be game for a little prank?\"\n \"Well, I [i]do[/i] enjoy a good giggle, missus Farr,\" Ms. Goodstock nodded again, with a light chortle this time.\n \"Then just follow my lead when we step into the building,\" Sasha sniggered.\n\nThey said their goodbyes to the maroon and pink German Shepherd woman, and while Sasha and Buddleia got into the old MAZ truck, the tuxedo cat woman got into a beige-colored 2022 Toyota Tacoma pickup truck with the IUCN logo on the front doors. One after the other, they drove off the BGA yard, down the dirt road between the side of the yard and the forest, and via the shortcut through the forest past the livestock dealer and down the dirt road along the base of the hill the Ag Co-op was sitting on. Moments later, they parked by the glass doors of the large building and walked into the building.\n\nAs they stepped up to the large counter, Sasha pointed at the lion man standing behind the counter.\n \"There he is! That's him! He's the one! [i]He[/i] dumped those fish in our pond!\"\nDaniel blinked in surprise and his eyes widened when the tuxedo cat woman stepped over to the counter with a stern expression while tapping randomly on a tablet.\n \"Is that true, mister Tawnto? Are you the one responsible for releasing those fish into the environment?\"\n \"Uh... well... In... ah... in... a way? I suppose?\" Daniel stammered. \"Is... is there... a problem?\"\nThe joke was up almost immediately as Sasha and Buddleia laughed loudly, which in turn caused Ms. Goodstock to burst into chortles as well.\n \"Heeeee! Ha ha ha! Oh damn, look at your face! Ha ha haaa! Oh that was fucking priceless! Ha ha ha!\"\n \"So funny! Yee yee hee! I never seen your eyes so big, Dan! Yee hee!\"\n \"Whu... oh god [i]dammit[/i], Sasha! You scared the shit out of me!\" Daniel said, taking a deep breath and running a paw over his face. He couldn't stop himself from chuckling. \"That was mean! Yeesh!\"\n \"Hell no, it was hilarious!\" Sasha laughed, leaning on the counter with a hand. She pulled in a deep breath as well. \"Holy hell, that almost broke my ribs again, haha! Damn, I'm sorry Dan, but that was too good an opportunity to pass up, haha!\"\nThe light tan lion man shook his head with a light snigger.\n \"You're an evil woman, Sasha. And do you even expect me to still help you with whatever it is you came here for after [i]that[/i]?\"\n \"Of course!\" Sasha chortled, slapping Daniel's shoulder. \"Because you're a great guy, you're an awesomely helpful guy, and you're a good sport who can take a joke!\"\n \"Damn, I'm too nice for my own good,\" Daniel chuckled. \"Yeesh, okay, very well then. What can I do for you, Sasha?\"\n \"Do you remember that small to medium tractor in the hundred to hundred twenty horsepower range you're keeping an eye out for?\" Sasha smiled. \"I'd appreciate it very much if you could keep your other eye out for a slurry spreader to go with it. We just dropped our first load of silage at the BGA, and they told us that we can either get full price for the bales, or a reduced price plus the digestate they generate. At that reduced price, it's still over four times as much as what we'd get for hay, and if we can spread the digestate on our fields, we can stop using solid fertilizer and cut that cost out of our expenses.\"\n \"That would be a nice help, yes,\" Daniel agreed with a nod, doing some clicking and typing on the computer sitting on the counter. \"I'll put out the word and keep an eye out for you, Sasha. Unfortunately, there were no small tractors with that kind of horsepower with the equipment that came from that foreclosed farm, so it may take a bit before we can find anything for you.\"\n \"There's no hurry, we still have plenty of solid fertilizer for now,\" Sasha smiled. \"I'd place an order for parts for our combines as well while we're here, but that won't work as we first have to start tearing those things apart and see what parts we actually need. But would you perhaps have, or know of, a good sturdy engine hoist that we can buy, borrow, or have if you're feeling generous?\"\n \"We do have an old one sitting around we're not using,\" Daniel smiled with a light shrug. \"What do you need it for?\"\n \"Yanking the engines out of those Skoda trucks,\" Sasha smiled. \"I got the one in that wrecked tanker truck I bought running, so I'm not gonna pull out the lift pump and injection pump to put them in the engine of our grain truck; I'm just gonna swap over the entire engine. The one in that tanker truck is four years younger and has less miles on it anyway.\"\n \"That makes a bunch of sense,\" Daniel nodded. \"Hang on, let me educate myself.\" He walked over to the right wall of the building and leaned through a door. \"Jack!\"\n \"Yo, boss!\"\n \"Educate me! That old engine hoist in the back, is it good enough to yank the motor out of that Skoda truck you picked up in Arfafield for Sasha?\"\n \"Probably! Might have to remove the cab though, not sure if you can get that motor out through the front opening! It goes all the way between the front seats!\"\n \"But the hoist we have can carry it?\"\n \"I'd say so! That motor can't weigh more than a ton, even with the trans attached!\"\n \"Then bring it out front, would you please?\"\n \"Be right there!\"\nDaniel walked back over to the counter, thumbing across his shoulder.\n \"He'll be right there.\"\n \"You don't say,\" Sasha chortled. \"Thanks a bundle, Dan, that will make things a lot easier for us. Now I can also pull the engine from my old Volvo and we can start on parting out that wreck. Do you buy scrap metal?\"\n \"No, but we pay you the price we get from the Arfafield salvage yard,\" Daniel chuckled. \"So if you have any, you can bring it here; Jack loads it up to bring it to Arfafield once every three months.\"\n \"Okay, that's good to know,\" Sasha nodded with a smile. \"I want to get as many useful bits and bobs from that Volvo and that wrecked truck as I can, but I rather get rid of whatever's left so we won't have a giant junk pile sitting around somewhere.\"\n\nDaniel nodded and looked around when one of the garage doors at the front of the building opened and the timber wolf man walked out, pushing an old engine hoist. He waved as he pushed it over towards the old MAZ truck, and Buddleia trotted outside to help him load it onto the bed and strap it down. They apparently made a joke as well, as they were laughing and waving again when Jack walked back inside through the opened garage door and closed it.\n\nSasha shook Daniel's paw and thanked him again before also walking outside together with the tuxedo cat woman. They got into both trucks, and the tall human woman led the way down the narrower dirt road following the base of the hill again, taking the shortcut through the forest to drive over to the tiny village of Rolling Hills. Progress was also showing there; the building at the end of the main road, next to the dairy building, was taking shape and already looked like a building even if it was still missing a couple of walls and most of the roof. There was even evidence of a second building being built next to it, and all the way over to the left, behind the rows of small cottages, a whole new row of similar cottages were also being built.\n\nSome mail was picked up from the post office, and while Buddleia went into the general store to get some groceries and the revenue from their jam and goat cheeses, Sasha walked further down the road to visit the butchery and inquired about the pork and the casings she would be needing to make her own sausages. She also learned, from Mr. Jonesey, that there was in fact a secondary building being erected next to the new one that would house the new joinery; it turned out another family was making the move to Rolling Hills, to restart their botany shop in the small village, providing freshly grown flowers and plants, as well as saplings and seeds. As they met back up by the lavender truck, Buddleia said Mrs. Stebbins had told her the same thing; Rolling Hills was definitely going through a bit of a growth spurt!\n\nWith the beige Toyota pickup truck following them, they undertook the long drive back to Butterfly Farm. The small improvements Sasha had made to the old MAZ truck were good enough for them to hold a conversation on the way, talking about how and when they would tackle the work on the grain truck as it also needed its box removed so all the hydraulic cylinders and hoses could be replaced, and about the possibility of saving the engine and transmission from that truck in case the problematic pumps would still arrive; if they got that engine running again, it would be quite worthwhile to put it under the hood of the MAZ truck and make that truck a lot quieter and quicker. Sasha even entertained the notion of putting the engine and transmission from her wrecked Volvo into the 1956 Citroen 2CV AZU - bu-u-ut that most likely was never going to fit.\n\nFinally arriving back at the farm, they parked the MAZ truck in the rickety open shed and calmly walked over to the tuxedo cat woman who had parked her pickup in the open area in front of the new shed.\n \"Well then, miss Goodstock; welcome to Butterfly Farm,\" Sasha smiled. \"I take it you already have a pretty good idea of where those fish went, right?\"\n \"Yes, it's not very hard to guess,\" the feline woman nodded with a light chortle, looking at the large pond. \"And that is already answering most of my questions, as well. I can see from here it's a fully contained body of water, which is the most important thing I needed to know.\" She took a picture of the pond with her tablet. \"Are there any other kinds of fish in that pond as well?\"\n \"Never been fish,\" Buddleia shook her head with a smile. \"Frogs, but not fish.\"\n \"Very good,\" Ms. Goodstock nodded, typing on her tablet. \"I see reeds around that small island and along that far shore; is there sufficient food?\"\n \"There's a bunch of plants growing in the deep part of the pond, around that island and such,\" Sasha nodded. \"We also got all the bags of pellet food that came from the farm those fish came from, so we can feed them if need be. But we're not looking to actively breed or farm the fish, we just let Dan put them in here because he very desperately needed to get rid of them, and the plan is, there is no plan. Just let them be happy in there, do their thing in there, maybe very occasionally catch one if we get hungry for fish, but that's it.\"\n \"Good, good,\" the black and white feline woman nodded with a smile. \"The farm they came from did plan to actively breed them and offer them to release programs, but they hadn't yet fully thought it through and didn't get the chance as their finances caught up with them. Them being in this pond is as good a release program as any; they can sustain a rather healthy population in there and will not get the chance to become invasive or do excessive damage to underwater flora.\"\n \"So we're good?\" Sasha chortled.\n \"As far as I'm concerned you're all good, missus Farr,\" Ms. Goodstock nodded with a chortle as well. \"I mainly needed to see where the fish had ended up, and I've seen now that they're in a good place, so that's the end of it.\" She smiled as she shut off her tablet. \"Or well, not entirely. I do want to ask you that if the pond might get overcrowded in the future, that you please get in touch with us so we can transfer some of the fish to either a hatchery or to one of the release programs.\"\n \"I'm fine with that,\" Sasha nodded. \"What constitutes overcrowded?\"\n \"For a pond of this size; four hundred or more fully grown adult fish,\" Ms. Goodstock smiled. \"I realize it will be very difficult to count them, so let's just say; if you can see them constantly swimming around without needing to do an effort to spot them and they're getting in each other's way, then it's likely getting too crowded in there.\"\n \"Sounds simple enough,\" Sasha nodded with a smile, looking around when Buddleia trotted off to the small building over the trapdoor behind the windmill. \"We'll keep an eye on them and give you a ring when it starts getting busy in there.\" She let go a light chortle. \"I'm assuming you're going to give me a card, and from what my wife just did, I can tell you that you will be getting something in return as well.\"\n \"Indeed,\" Ms. Goodstock nodded, taking a business card from a holder clipped to the side of her tablet. \"Here is my card, so you can get in touch with me directly if need be.\"\n \"Thank you, I can assure you that you will hear from us if there is a need to,\" Sasha smiled, looking around again and letting go another chortle at Buddleia trotting back over to them with a jar of plum jam and one of the mini goat cheeses.\n \"Is for you,\" the vulpine taur smiled, handing the jar and the cheese to the tuxedo cat woman. \"You nice lady, and you make good joke.\"\n \"Why, that is most kind of you, missus Farr, thank you very much,\" Ms. Goodstock smiled. \"I certainly appreciate that. Let me wish you both a very nice day, and I hope I won't hear from you because that means good news for these fish.\"\n \"I hope there won't be a need for us to call you, but nevertheless, you're always welcome to pay a visit, miss Goodstock,\" Sasha smiled. \"And have a very nice day as well.\"\n\nThey waved as the tuxedo cat woman got back into the beige-colored pickup truck and drove off. The engine hoist was unstrapped from the back of the MAZ truck, but they left it sitting on there as there was no need to take it off. After removing their shirts and the pair of shorts, the groceries were put away and Buddleia cooked a simple dinner, which they had out in the back garden as it had stopped drizzling rain and the temperatures were still very pleasant.\n\nStretching out as the food settled, Sasha let herself slide sideways from where she was leaning against the back and side of Buddleia's quadruped lower body and rested her shoulders and head on the vulpine taur's feral forepaws, looking up with a smile.\n \"We're doing well, fuzzbutt. That silage was better value than I could have hoped.\"\n \"Yes!\" Buddleia nodded happily. \"Is much money! I only get that much money in once when bringing full load of canola to oil mill, oats is less even!\"\n \"Yeah, I'd say we definitely stick with making silage, even when we do get everything back in proper working order and we can grow more cereal crops again,\" Sasha nodded with a smile. \"Matter of fact, when Dan brought those fish over, I asked him about land purchase, and he said that field on the other side of the pond would cost about thirty grand. We could possibly afford to buy that after selling our next batch of silage.\"\n \"Is nice!\" Buddleia smiled with her upper canine teeth and the front end of her dark pink tongue on display. \"Grandparents never made farm bigger because we never needed, but would be nice to have more land. You think we should do, Sasha?\"\n \"I'm thinking; yes,\" Sasha nodded with a deeper smile. \"That field on the other side of the pond won't add much to our current workload. We could keep that field for grass to make silage with, and earn the money needed to turn the other fields back into crop fields again.\" Her lips curled into a bit of a grin. \"And with that added income, before too long we can think about buying that field across the road behind the farm as well; then we can designate that as the grass field for silage and also turn the field next to that pond into a crop field.\"\nBuddleia chortled in short, staccato yips.\n \"We gonna be rich farmers, Sasha! With big big farm! We might need to build bigger house and hire farmhands if we keep up like that, yee hee!\"\n \"Yes, well, I'd say we still keep to our baby steps for the time being, fuzzbutt,\" Sasha chortled. \"We may be able to afford that field next to the pond once we sell our next batch of silage, but I'd say we still hold off on buying it until we at least sold the third batch as well. Then we'll have plenty in the account to look at buying that field and have all our equipment in proper working order as well, because [i]that[/i] is still our number one priority.\"\n \"Yes, all machines working good first, is important,\" Buddleia nodded with a smile. She wiggled a bit and wagged her bushy tail. \"But is exciting to think about! Make farm bigger, make success, yes! I never thought I see time when that happen!\" She reached down to wrap her paws around Sasha's sides in a sort of hug as the human woman was still laying draped over her feral forepaws. \"Is all because of you, Sasha! You make farm a success, you have such good ideas! I so happy! I never would have done on my own, not even if I had kept farm working on my own!\"\n \"We do make a pretty damn good team, don't we?\" Sasha smiled. \"But hey, now that you mentioned it; would you mind replacing the house? I mean, that's the house I assume your grandparents built, and you must have grown up in it? It must have sentimental value if nothing else?\"\n \"Is grandparents house, yes,\" Buddleia nodded with a smile. \"I not mean take down house, I meant build new extra house if we would need.\"\n \"Gotcha,\" Sasha smiled. \"I have to say, I'm not keen on tearing down that house either. It may need a bit of spit-shine still, but it's cozy, I like it.\" She chortled softly. \"Although I wouldn't mind a couch in there at some point, and maybe a rug or two.\"\nBuddleia chortled more staccato yips and clapped her paws together.\n \"We can ask Warmelink sisters to make rugs! And when new people here with furniture shop, we can ask if they and Warmelink sisters can make couch, yee hee!\"\n \"Tha-a-at brings me to something else,\" Sasha grinned, reaching up to boop the cool, damp black pad of Buddleia's nose with a fingertip. \"Satisfy my curiosity if you will, fuzzbutt; just how intimately familiar are you with the people of the village? I distinctly remember you telling me that priestess Kyeeru teaches sexy things when I had my ribs checked by her, for one, and she mentioned to me that she'd been a doctor in town for long enough to know you very well, too. And for another, when I was learning to make cheese at the dairy, those bunny sisters were being mighty flirty, so I'm having a suspicion that despite how tiny and tight-knit a village it is, it's not as conservative as it might seem on the surface. Or at least not where it concerns sexual morals.\"\n \"Yee yee hee! Yes! People in village very open with each other!\" Buddleia nodded with more and louder staccato yips. \"Miss Kyeeru teach sex information at school sometimes, not things to do, but how things work, you know? But she also teach sex things for grown up people, things to do, yes! Like tanty things you teach me!\"\n \"Wow,\" Sasha sniggered. \"So what about that whole thing of the sacred institution of marriage? Does that mean jack shit here or something?\"\n \"No, is respect for,\" Buddleia smiled with a chirped chortle. \"But free people, they playful with each other, yes! Specially ladies who be like us, is many ladies in village who like other ladies only like we do, yes!\"\n \"R-i-i-ght,\" Sasha sniggered, booping the damp, cool black pad of Buddleia's nose again. \"So how do you explain those bunny sisters from the dairy, and even priestess Kyeeru, being so flirty with me while it's super obvious [i]I'm[/i] also married, and to a very well known and well loved member of the community even?\"\n \"Because is you! Yee hee!\" Buddleia chirped a louder chortle, slowly running her paws up and down along Sasha's sides. \"You playful woman too, Sasha, so they be playful back! And they know they can, because you married to me! And they know me, they know is good, yes, yee hee!\"\nSasha shook her head with a cheery smirk and another snigger.\n \"Jeezus, you're nuts, and that whole damn village is nuts, too, haha!\" She playfully tickled under Buddleia's chin with the finger she had been booping with. \"Alright, so let's make up a balance sheet, then. Whenever I'm in the village and I turn on my gaydar, it starts beeping overtime. You've lived here your whole life, you know all those people very well, so you tell me if I'm right or wrong, fuzzbutt, okay?\" She closed one gray eye in a cheery wink. \"You, lesbian. Me, lesbian. Priestess Kyeeru... most likely, though she might be bisexual as well, but somehow I don't think so after she explicitly told me she enjoys being seduced by other gay women.\"\n \"Yes, you right Sasha, yee hee!\" Buddleia nodded with a chortle. \"Miss Kyeeru is lady lover, yee hee!\"\n \"Yeah, I thought so,\" Sasha sniggered. \"Okay, so I'm gonna name other people from the village I suspect or think may be lesbian as well. You tell me if I'm right or not, just nod or shake your head.\" She leaned against the tummy of Buddleia's upper body a bit and grinned softly. \"First off, those flirty bunny sisters of the dairy.\" Buddleia nodded cheerfully. \"Of course they are. Those Warmelink sisters of the spinnery.\" Buddleia nodded again. \"I thought so. And come to that; those other two ladies of the spinnery as well.\"\n \"Close!\" Buddleia chortled. \"Isa like boys too, but she like girls more, yee hee!\"\n \"Right,\" Sasha chortled. \"Okay, next suspects; all three ladies of the crafts store and chandlery.\"\n \"Yes, all three, yee hee!\" Buddleia chirped.\n \"I'm eleven for eleven,\" Sasha sniggered. \"My gaydar is still up to speed, it seems. Alright, last suspect; that gorgeous deputy sheriff.\"\n \"Yes, she too! Yee hee!\" Buddleia nodded.\n \"Twelve for twelve!\" Sasha laughed. \"And I think I can even break the full dozen with that lady from the BGA, she was giving me vibes too.\"\n \"I not know about her, yee hee!\" Buddleia chortled. \"I never met her much, we never went to BGA.\"\n \"Right,\" Sasha nodded. \"That's fair, I suppose.\" Her grin widened again. \"Hey, but what about missus Stebbins' sister? Miss Stebbins who works at the Co-op?\"\nBuddleia ran a finger across the purple upside of her slender muzzle and crossed her eyes a bit.\n \"I not know, actually. I think maybe she not interested like that in anyone? She never seemed to have interest, she always happy just on her own.\" She yipped several staccato yips again and leaned over a bit. \"You know who I think, Sasha? Susan and Jennifer, of the diner, yee hee!\"\n \"The Marm twins?\" Sasha chortled. \"Seriously, I hadn't even looked at them in that way. I mean, they're, what, thirteen years old?\"\n \"Fourteen, yes,\" Buddleia nodded with a short chortle. \"They play only with other girls, like me when I that old, yee hee! So I think they are too, yes!\"\n \"Still not gonna look at them like that,\" Sasha sniggered, poking out her tongue. \"But so tell me something, you nutso fuzzbutt you. If you played like that with other girls when you were that old, when and to whom did you lose your virginity? It would be absolutely and totally adorable if it was to me, but I somehow don't think that's the case.\"\n \"Yee yee hee! You mean, when I first do sex with other girl?\" Buddleia chirped a loud giggle. \"Yes, was not with you, Sasha. I do with miss Kyeeru, when I fifteen. She eighteen then, she just move here to learn to be doctor, and she already preacher then and teach sexy things, and I ask her to teach me, yes!\"\nSasha shook her head with a laugh.\n \"And I thought Millie was a precocious puppy! Jeez! Haha! But you're even worse, fuzzbutt, haha!\" She sniggered and playfully tickled under Buddleia's chin again. \"So how often, fuzzbutt, huh?\"\nBuddleia crooned and flicked out her tongue to try and lick at Sasha's hand, chirping another chortle.\n \"Lots! Yee hee! Every time I go to town, yes. I so alone out here, even with grandparents here, so I go to town lots, and she help me, yes.\"\nSasha snorted a laugh and shook her head again.\n \"Oh you're awful, fuzzbutt! Hahaha! Oh my god! Not even [i]I[/i] was that bad, and I was a pretty damn active pussy hunter in the city, I can tell you, haha!\" She curled her lips into a wide grin and teasingly stuck her finger between Buddleia's lips to wiggle the vixen-taur's broad tongue back and forth. \"So then tell me, you fuzzbutted nympho you, who else in town have you had, huh?\"\nBuddleia giggled at Sasha's finger in a bunch of chirped staccato yips and closed her lips over the human's finger playing with her tongue.\n \"I been friends with De Verley sisters like that since we been twenty, yee hee! And I pay Sonya with lickies and rubbies for making baskets for me, yee hee! And Warmelink sisters be very touchy when making shirts for me and taking measurements, yee hee! But that all, yes, yee yee hee!\"\nSasha burst out laughing.\n \"That's all! [i]That's all[/i], she says! Ha ha haaa! Oh fuck me! You're a menace, fuzzbutt! Ha ha ha! Or should I say fuckbutt? Ha ha! Oh man, that's a fucking good one! [i]That's all[/i]! Ha ha ha!\" She pressed her face into the fluffy white fur on Buddleia's upper tummy and pulled in several deep breaths to control herself before looking up with a cheerful sparkle in her gray eyes. \"No fucking wonder everyone was so happy to see you coming back to town again after several years! Ha ha! And no wonder so many of the girls were crying at our wedding! Hahaha! And here I was thinking they were just touched! Haha!\"\nBuddleia laughed cheerfully as well, holding her paws folded around Sasha's sides and softly running them up and down along the tall human's freckled skin.\n \"They [i]were[/i] touched, Sasha, yee yee hee!\"\n \"Yeah, by you! Over and over! Haha!\" Sasha laughed. \"Jeezus tapdancing Christ fuzzbutt, there should be a warning about you on that town sign! Haha!\"\n \"Yes, I skilled huntress, yee hee!\" Buddleia nodded with a cheery grin. \"I catch bunnies, I catch deer, I catch fish, I catch pussies! And I good at! Yee yee hee!\"\n \"No shit! Hahaha!\" Sasha laughed, shaking her head again and taking off her glasses to wipe her eyes. \"Oh god damn, that's too funny! Haha!\"\nBuddleia leaned way over and lay a soft, playful lick over Sasha's face, her bristly whiskers still fanned out and dancing from her chirped giggles.\n \"So you not mad, Sasha?\"\n \"[i]Mad[/i]?!\" Sasha sniggered when she had put her glasses back on. \"Hell, I'm fucking [i]impressed[/i], babe! Like I said, I've been a pretty active huntress myself during my years in the city, so I've had a good big bunch of girls as well!\" She grinned. \"But never triplets, damn! You definitely got me beat there, fuzzbutt!\"\n \"You can make up for, Sasha, yee hee!\" Buddleia yipped cheerily. \"De Verley sisters know is good with me when they be playful with you, and they be playful with you because they want you, yes, yee hee!\"\nSasha snorted another loud laugh and shook her head again, poking a finger into Buddleia's chest.\n \"You're even crazier than just nutso, you great big nutso fuzzbutt you! Haha! Are you seriously telling me here that I should conquer all the lezzies in town, just because you have in the past? Haha!\"\n \"Yes!\" Buddleia nodded cheerfully, all her teeth and almost her entire tongue on display in the very wide smile splitting open her slender muzzle. \"They all so sweet, and you so sweet too! We all be close sexy friends, yes!\"\n \"You're fucking [i]crazy[/i]!\" Sasha sniggered, poking out her tongue. \"But hell, I'm still a huntress, so you're [i]on[/i], fuzzbutt! Just remember it was [i]your[/i] idea, haha!\" She grinned playfully. \"And if I'm gonna have to select a prey, it's [i]so[/i] gonna be that sexy priestess first! Because [i]fuck, me[/i], those ears! I want those ears! Haha!\"\n \"Yes! Sari's ears so amazing! So soft and so warm and so snuggly!\" Buddleia nodded with a chirped chortle. \"And so big! So much to play with! And she get all melty when you play with her ears, yee hee!\"\n\nSasha burst into more new sniggers, leaning up to press her face into the nape of Buddleia's neck after laying a playful lick along the side of the vulpine taur's slender muzzle. The rain returning in a more steady shower brought an end to their relaxing in the back garden, but once they were inside the small old farmhouse, Buddleia lit some of the beeswax candles they had been given and they continued their relaxed cuddling in the heap of pillows and cushions that the vixen-taur used as a bed. And it didn't stop at just cuddling, either. They kept talking for a while more about Buddleia's history with the people of the tiny village, and in particular a certain part of the female population, and some of the plans they playfully made eventually progressed their cuddling into something a lot more intimate and... satisfying.\n\nWell then..! [i]There's[/i] a plot twist!\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "There had been a consequence. One doesn't just release fish classified as Vulnerable and get away with it. Not even in a contained body of water. Something like that tends to come out at some time or other.

It had been some time. About two weeks, give or take a day. Life proceeded calmly and regularly on Butterfly Farm, without any shocking surprises. The winter rye kept growing nicely, already two inches above the ground and covering the fields in fresh dark green. The grass in the rear-side left field had grown to cutting height, had been mowed, mowed again, baled and wrapped, and the bales set in the shelter marked as 'B3' and with the date and the word 'day' getting a tally behind it every day. The baby chicks kept growing, the adult chicken kept laying eggs. Choco the goat kept giving over a gallon of milk a day, necessitating the purchase of more glass bottles and the making of even more cheese. The rabbits... kept hopping about and doing their bunny things; the wild beige-colored one had even settled down and showed no interest in fighting with the male dark gray lop-eared rabbit it shared a hutch and run with. Even the morning and evening baths in the now fish-stocked pond continued being as mundane as they had been; the fish made no difference.

The days might be going by slowly and in a relaxed manner; they still showed progress. The least powerful of the two old Hanomag tractors had been retired; there was not much use continuing to use it as the other Hanomag tractor and the Fiat tractor could do the work better and quicker. Its only grace was that is was fully open, and that got remedied by taking the half-cab off the other Hanomag tractor and putting it on the least powerful one. Before fully retiring it, however, the tall human woman Sasha and the purple and white vixen-taur Buddleia had spent a few days getting it prepared to make a decent trade-in; partly disassembling it, cleaning it, painting it in their company's light muted lavender color and putting it back together - with one provision; the wrecked Volvo station wagon's CV shaft they had used to replace the tractor's broken PTO shaft was removed again and re-installed on the Volvo's gearbox. Just in case they might decide to use that engine and gearbox to power a vehicle with.

The most progress came from the 'B1' batch of wrapped bales. They had gone through their entire fermentation process. When Sasha checked them on day 30, the moisture meter showed 58%; they were a tad on the dry side. But the PH meter showed 4; right in the perfect range. That were 81 bales ready to go, ready to sell, ready to make them a whole bunch of money! And that, in turn, would mean a whole bunch more progress!

Taking the first 81 bales out from under the shelter and stacking them on the flat bed of the 1953 MAZ-200 truck by hand wasn't even such a sweaty job as it had been putting them under the shelter. The bales still weighed more than the hay bales of the same size, but less than they had when freshly wrapped, and the weather compensated for it. Temperatures were a bit lower now that autumn was tiptoeing its way in, and a light rain cooled the bare freckled skin and the fluffy purple and white fur of the two naked women as they loaded the B1 batch of bales onto the back of the truck. But moving 81 bales of 500 liters by hand; even with the teamwork of Buddleia heaving them onto the bed of the truck and Sasha stacking them, that work was hard and took hours.

Finished with loading the bales sometime between lunch and dinnertime, the two determined farmers decided to have a bath, a good rest filled with cuddling until it was time for dinner, and call it quits for the rest of the day. Tomorrow was another day, after all, and with their destination for selling the bales being four hours of driving away from the small old farm, that trip was best started in the morning anyway.

That next morning, after their porridge breakfast, animal feeding and milking routine and morning bath in the pond, and the putting on of shirts and a pair of shorts for the interacting with other people, they climbed into the old lavender truck and set off down the dirt road towards the Ag Co-op, the livestock dealer and the BGA plant. There was a tingle of excitement in the air. The proprietors of the livestock dealer had said they could earn ten times as much money for the silage as they did for the hay. With that kind of income boost, they'd soon be able to buy new equipment rather than worn old second-hand machines. And they would get to meet new people and learn about what the BGA plant actually did; who knows they might get some advantages of that as well.

Her phone ringing by the time they turned onto the narrower dirt road running along the base of the hill the Ag Co-op was sitting on amused Sasha when she saw the incoming call was from the lion Ag agent Daniel. She hit the brakes to bring the old truck to a creaking stop and swiped her phone to answer it cheerily.
   "Danny-boy! Talk to me!"
   "You're cheerful this morning, Sasha. How much trouble am I gonna be in when I temper that cheeriness with a warning?"
   "Oh, depending on how severe the warning is, I'll only kill you a little bit, Dan. So what do we need to be warned about?"
   "The IUCN. They've been in touch with me about those fish I dumped in your pond."
   "Is that serious?"
   "I don't think so. They were aware that foreclosed farm was breeding some, they knew those fish were brought here, and they wanted to know where they went to from here."
   "And you didn't tell them they swam off to Coelacanth Bay? Bah, for a feline you are shamefully un-devious, Dan."
   "Sorry, I'm a disgrace to my kind. But yeah, I had to tell them a few went to the BGA, and the rest went into your pond. One of their reps is currently at the BGA, so in about four, four and a half hours or so she'll be at your farm to have a gander at your pond."
   "Can you do me a favor, Dan?"
   "I'm not taking those fish back, Sasha."
   "I would love to see you try and get all of them out of our pond, haha! But that's not what I'm after, Dan. Do you have a number of this representative?"
   "They called me first, so it should still be in the phone's memory. Why?"
   "Call her and tell her to wait for us at the BGA." Sasha revved the two-stroke diesel engine of the old MAZ truck loudly several times. "Hear that? We're right below your hill, Dan, about to pay Simon and Harry a visit with our first load of silage. And whatever they don't buy is going to the BGA after that, so that representative can best wait there for a while since we're going to be there in a bit as well."
   "Oh! So that was the noise I was hearing! Haha, that's quite a coincidence, that I'm calling you when you're virtually on my doorstep. But sure, I'll hang up now so I can give that rep a buzz; it wouldn't make much sense if you'd have to chase her down towards your farm, indeed."
   "Chasing, in this truck? Please. But yeah, thanks a bunch, Dan, we'll be at the BGA in fifteen, twenty minutes or so."
   "Consider it done, Sasha."

The contact was cut, and Sasha tapped out her phone and leaned to the side to slide it back into her pocket again. Only a minute later, they pulled into the yard of the livestock dealer, being greeted by the large Appenine hare man Simon.
   "Heyooo, Sasha! Is that what I think it is?"
   "That depends on what you think it is, Simon," Sasha sniggered as she leaned out of the driver door window. "If you think these are christmas presents, then no, it's not what you think it is."
   "Yeah yeah, alright," Simon chuckled. "Let me rephrase that; wow Sasha, is that your first silage? Awesome!"
   "Indeed it is! Whoo! Do you want some?" Sasha chortled.
   "Actually; yes! Those small bales are so much handier for us than those giant marshmallows," Simon nodded. "They're five hundred liters, right?"
   "Give or take a cup, yeah," Sasha nodded with a smile.
   "Good, I'll make you a deal then," Simon smiled. "We still have two of those giant four thousand liter marshmallows that haven't been opened yet. If you can unload sixteen of your nice handy small bales, we'll put the two big-ass ones in their place on your truck and you can sell the whole load at the BGA nextdoor. Sound good?"
   "Sounds like a plan to me," Sasha nodded. "Where do you want them?"
   "Straw loft, you know the way," Simon pointed with a smile.

Sasha nodded again and drove further into the yard, swinging the old truck around and backing it up into the right-side one of the two loft buildings at the far side. Simon arrived there with the shaggy red fox man Harry by the time Buddleia had unstrapped several of the rearmost stacks of small square bales. Between the three of them, they unloaded sixteen of the small bales and stacked them neatly under a heightened platform on the left side of the building. Using an old electric-powered forklift, Simon picked up two of the large round bales from under a similar platform on the right side of the building and set them on the flat bed of the old lavender truck, where Buddleia strapped them down again.

As the large round bales were sitting more towards the back of the bed than the small square bales had done, Sasha could feel the truck being a bit tail-heavy, so she carefully pulled out of the building and leaned out of the driver door window again.
   "Sorry we're not staying to chat, Simon. Dan called us and told me there's a IUCN rep waiting for us at the BGA plant, so we gotta get going."
   "The hell did you do?" Simon chuckled. "Buddsy, did you massacre that whole population of Omutima rabbits in those fields behind your farm or something?"
   "No! Yee hee!" Buddleia chirped a chortle. "Dan gave us fish! And they on their list, he said."
   "Oh! Well, I won't keep you any longer, then," Simon shrugged with a smile. "Go on and deal with that, and enjoy the massive boost to your bank account when you dump all this in the BGA's processors, Sasha! Have a good one now!"
   "We certainly will, Simon, thanks," Sasha smiled. "You guys have a good one too."

They waved as Sasha drove the truck off the yard and took the shortcut through the forest behind the yard. Finding there was no entrance to the BGA on that side, the human woman drove the truck all around the large yard of the BGA plant to eventually find the entrance facing the gravel-covered road on the other side and pull into the yard. She had no clue what all the large round buildings with their domed tops were for, so she just followed signs directing towards a regular rectangular building that had a sign with the word "Office" over the door.

Inside that building, after stating the reason for their visit, a raccoon man behind a counter made a short call and saw Sasha and Buddleia into an office, where they were met by a large and burly German Shepherd woman in a pair of green denim overalls over a green plaid flannel shirt and a black and white tuxedo cat woman in a dark blue pantsuit and round glasses. The German Shepherd woman was quite special to behold; she had the pattern of a regular black and tan German Shepherd dog, but the usually-black parts of her fur were a deep dark maroon in color, with the usually-tan parts of her fur being an orange-ish salmon-pink in color, which was also the color of her rather short hair.
   "Ah, good morning," she said with a friendly smile, standing up from behind her desk and offering a paw. "Missus and missus Farr, correct? Darla Simones, pleased to meet you. What can I do for you?"
   "Sasha Farr, indeed, and my wife Buddleia Farr, nice to meet you too, miss Simones," Sasha smiled, shaking the canine woman's paw. "You can boost the bank account of our little farm so we can make more progress in bringing it back from the dead, because we've parked a truck full of silage bales outside."
   "Ah, wonderful! That will boost our energy production so much, too!" the canine woman smiled. "What size bales do you have, and what type of silage?"
   "It's regular grass silage, in five hundred liter three-string wrapped bales," Sasha smiled. "Although at this moment, we also have a couple of round four thousand liter wrapped bales that we traded for sixteen of our small square ones at the livestock dealer. But that is a one-time occasion, as we can only produce the small square bales with the equipment we have."
   "I see, I see," Ms. Simones nodded, sitting back down and doing some typing and clicking on the computer on her desk. "That's good, those bales are very easy to handle. How many do you have?"
   "Our first batch was eighty-one, minus the sixteen we traded at the livestock dealer is sixty-five," Sasha smiled. "We have two more batches fermenting at the moment, one of seventy-seven bales and one of ninety-three bales, but those will only be done in a few weeks."
   "Right, very good," Ms. Simones nodded again. "Five hundred liter bales you said, correct? We will pay you two hundred and ten dollars apiece for those, or a hundred and thirty dollars if you want to receive the digestate they generate in return."
Buddleia let go an excited yip, but quieted down with a chortle as Sasha gave her paw a light squeeze.
   "I have no real experience with silage, so that sounds good to me, miss Simones," Sasha smiled. "That digestate, that's like a liquid type of stuff you can use as fertilizer, right?"
   "That is correct, yes," Ms. Simones nodded with a smile. "It's basically the waste product that is left over after processing, and you can spread it over your fields with any regular slurry spreader."
   "Right," Sasha nodded with a smile. "We don't have one of those and won't be able to afford one for a while yet, so for the first few times, we'll take just the full price for the bales and not take the digestate."
   "Very well," Ms. Simones nodded with a smile again, doing some more typing and clicking on her computer. "You might be able to afford one after this, though. At two hundred and ten dollars per five hundred liter bale, for a total of eighty-one bales, that will come to seventeen thousand and ten dollars."
Buddleia let go another excited, and much louder yip, causing the other three women to chortle softly.
   "That will most certainly be a very big step forwards for us," Sasha smiled. "We'll still first have to get our current equipment repaired with the money, but it's definitely a very big help."
   "It is to us as well, missus Farr, believe me," Ms. Simones smiled. "We generate the electricity for Rolling Hills, amongst others, and we often have to get silage all the way from Arfafield to keep our production running smoothly. It will be a very big help indeed when we can acquire silage locally."
   "Sounds like a very fruitful exchange," Sasha chortled. "You badly need our silage, and we badly need your money, so that seems like a win-win to me. It's just like Dan said; way out here, we have to help and look out for one another," she added with a light laugh. "So where can we drop our bales?"
   "I will show you," Ms. Simones smiled, standing back up again. "But before I do, good grief where are my manners! Please do allow me to introduce you to miss Stephanie Goodstock of the IUCN, I understand she needs to pay your farm a visit for the same reason she visited here."
   "Indeed," the tuxedo cat woman nodded with a smile, shaking Sasha's hand and Buddleia's paw. "But I do understand the importance of doing business, so I do not mind waiting until you have finished your business here, missus Farr. I already very much appreciate your consideration in letting mister Tawnto know that you were close by here so I could wait here for you rather than traveling all the way to your farm in vain. So do take your time to first finish your business with miss Simones."
   "In that case, let me show you where you can unload your bales," Ms. Simones smiled.

She stepped out from behind her desk and led the way out of the office, and out of the building. Leading the way to a couple of the largest round domed buildings, the canine woman pointed out several other buildings; most of them similar round buildings with a domed roof, but with various machines placed near them. She pointed at a domed round building with a large rectangular building attached to it via several thick pipes and ducts, and a huge open-top container connected to the rectangular building.
   "If you ever have a large amount of woodchips, you can dump them in that container; we take woodchips as well," she explained. "We pay a bit more per cubic feet for woodchips than the sawmill does, because they sell their woodchips to us as well."
Sasha chortled softly.
   "While it's nice getting some more money for the same amount of product, I think we'll continue to let the sawmill deal with the woodchips generated from chipping or sawing our logs. It's only a two-hour drive to the sawmill from our farm, and a four-hour drive to here, so shaving off four hours total of travel time will offset the lower price we'll get from them for the chips."
   "True, you'd probably burn more in fuel than what you get extra from us for the woodchips," Ms. Simones nodded with a light chortle.

She pointed at a giant machine sitting in front of the pair of largest domed round buildings they had walked up to. It had rollers that led into a rectangular building, and a gantry over the top of it which had what looked like a container grabber rather than a claw.
   "Here is where you can unload silage bales," the canine woman explained. "Preferably in neat rows, but it doesn't matter too much. That grabber will squeeze them and lift them onto that conveyor, which will transport them into the building to be processed." She let go a light laugh. "And before you say; but can't the grabber take them off the back of the truck, I have to disappoint you; no, it can't. It's automatic and set to move down all the way to the ground, so it would pick up your truck as well."
   "Right, well, that seems unfavorable," Sasha nodded with a chortle. "We'll just dump them on the ground, then. And let me ask you, miss Simones; any next time we have a batch of silage bales, do we first have to report to your office, or can we first unload and then report to your office to tell you how many bales we dumped?"
   "You will first have to report to at least the reception," Ms. Simones nodded with a smile. "Safety protocol, you know; one of our people has to be present when you approach any of the machinery here."
   "That makes a whole bunch of sense," Sasha nodded with a smile as well. She playfully patted Buddleia's rump. "Well then, fuzzbutt, if you wait here, I'll go and move the truck over and we can do a bit of pushing and shoving."

Buddleia yipped a chortle and swished her bushy tail, tapping Sasha's butt with it as the lanky human woman turned to walk back to the office building. Only a few moments later she had driven the old MAZ truck over to the building, and by the German Shepherd woman's directions, they pushed the bales off the bed of the truck into a large rectangle of dashed yellow lines painted on the asphalt in front of the machine. After parking the truck back by the office building, all of them went back inside and Ms. Simones processed the payment and printed out a receipt for Sasha.
   "There you are, missus Farr; seventeen big ones right into your account and ready for you to play with," she chortled.
Sasha checked the receipt and chortled softly as well.
   "Thank you very much, miss Simones. That just ensured that we will have our combine and our grain truck up and running by the time our winter rye is ready to harvest."
   "I'm very glad we could be of such help to your farm, and I'm also very glad you could be of such help to our plant," Ms. Simones smiled with another light chortle. "Let me wish you both a very pleasant day, missus and missus Farr, and I will leave you in the company of miss Goodstock."
   "Thank you again, and a very nice day to you as well, miss Simones," Sasha smiled. She turned to the tuxedo cat woman and smiled with a light chortle. "I do hope you won't object to following us all over the place, miss Goodstock. As I mentioned, it's a four-hour drive from here to our farm, so whenever we are here, we tend to make the most of it and make more stops than just the one that brought us here in the first place. In this case; we'll need to make a stop at the Co-op on the other side of that small forest there, and in the village of Rolling Hills to pick up our mail and revenue, before we can return to our farm."
   "I can certainly understand that, missus Farr," the feline woman nodded with a smile. "It certainly is no problem, I'll be glad to accompany you to the Co-op and the village."
   "Thank you," Sasha smiled, curling her lips into a small grin. "I only have to ask Dan at the Co-op for something, but as you're a feline, I have the feeling you might be game for a little prank?"
   "Well, I do enjoy a good giggle, missus Farr," Ms. Goodstock nodded again, with a light chortle this time.
   "Then just follow my lead when we step into the building," Sasha sniggered.

They said their goodbyes to the maroon and pink German Shepherd woman, and while Sasha and Buddleia got into the old MAZ truck, the tuxedo cat woman got into a beige-colored 2022 Toyota Tacoma pickup truck with the IUCN logo on the front doors. One after the other, they drove off the BGA yard, down the dirt road between the side of the yard and the forest, and via the shortcut through the forest past the livestock dealer and down the dirt road along the base of the hill the Ag Co-op was sitting on. Moments later, they parked by the glass doors of the large building and walked into the building.

As they stepped up to the large counter, Sasha pointed at the lion man standing behind the counter.
   "There he is! That's him! He's the one! He dumped those fish in our pond!"
Daniel blinked in surprise and his eyes widened when the tuxedo cat woman stepped over to the counter with a stern expression while tapping randomly on a tablet.
   "Is that true, mister Tawnto? Are you the one responsible for releasing those fish into the environment?"
   "Uh... well... In... ah... in... a way? I suppose?" Daniel stammered. "Is... is there... a problem?"
The joke was up almost immediately as Sasha and Buddleia laughed loudly, which in turn caused Ms. Goodstock to burst into chortles as well.
   "Heeeee! Ha ha ha! Oh damn, look at your face! Ha ha haaa! Oh that was fucking priceless! Ha ha ha!"
   "So funny! Yee yee hee! I never seen your eyes so big, Dan! Yee hee!"
   "Whu... oh god dammit, Sasha! You scared the shit out of me!" Daniel said, taking a deep breath and running a paw over his face. He couldn't stop himself from chuckling. "That was mean! Yeesh!"
   "Hell no, it was hilarious!" Sasha laughed, leaning on the counter with a hand. She pulled in a deep breath as well. "Holy hell, that almost broke my ribs again, haha! Damn, I'm sorry Dan, but that was too good an opportunity to pass up, haha!"
The light tan lion man shook his head with a light snigger.
   "You're an evil woman, Sasha. And do you even expect me to still help you with whatever it is you came here for after that?"
   "Of course!" Sasha chortled, slapping Daniel's shoulder. "Because you're a great guy, you're an awesomely helpful guy, and you're a good sport who can take a joke!"
   "Damn, I'm too nice for my own good," Daniel chuckled. "Yeesh, okay, very well then. What can I do for you, Sasha?"
   "Do you remember that small to medium tractor in the hundred to hundred twenty horsepower range you're keeping an eye out for?" Sasha smiled. "I'd appreciate it very much if you could keep your other eye out for a slurry spreader to go with it. We just dropped our first load of silage at the BGA, and they told us that we can either get full price for the bales, or a reduced price plus the digestate they generate. At that reduced price, it's still over four times as much as what we'd get for hay, and if we can spread the digestate on our fields, we can stop using solid fertilizer and cut that cost out of our expenses."
   "That would be a nice help, yes," Daniel agreed with a nod, doing some clicking and typing on the computer sitting on the counter. "I'll put out the word and keep an eye out for you, Sasha. Unfortunately, there were no small tractors with that kind of horsepower with the equipment that came from that foreclosed farm, so it may take a bit before we can find anything for you."
   "There's no hurry, we still have plenty of solid fertilizer for now," Sasha smiled. "I'd place an order for parts for our combines as well while we're here, but that won't work as we first have to start tearing those things apart and see what parts we actually need. But would you perhaps have, or know of, a good sturdy engine hoist that we can buy, borrow, or have if you're feeling generous?"
   "We do have an old one sitting around we're not using," Daniel smiled with a light shrug. "What do you need it for?"
   "Yanking the engines out of those Skoda trucks," Sasha smiled. "I got the one in that wrecked tanker truck I bought running, so I'm not gonna pull out the lift pump and injection pump to put them in the engine of our grain truck; I'm just gonna swap over the entire engine. The one in that tanker truck is four years younger and has less miles on it anyway."
   "That makes a bunch of sense," Daniel nodded. "Hang on, let me educate myself." He walked over to the right wall of the building and leaned through a door. "Jack!"
   "Yo, boss!"
   "Educate me! That old engine hoist in the back, is it good enough to yank the motor out of that Skoda truck you picked up in Arfafield for Sasha?"
   "Probably! Might have to remove the cab though, not sure if you can get that motor out through the front opening! It goes all the way between the front seats!"
   "But the hoist we have can carry it?"
   "I'd say so! That motor can't weigh more than a ton, even with the trans attached!"
   "Then bring it out front, would you please?"
   "Be right there!"
Daniel walked back over to the counter, thumbing across his shoulder.
   "He'll be right there."
   "You don't say," Sasha chortled. "Thanks a bundle, Dan, that will make things a lot easier for us. Now I can also pull the engine from my old Volvo and we can start on parting out that wreck. Do you buy scrap metal?"
   "No, but we pay you the price we get from the Arfafield salvage yard," Daniel chuckled. "So if you have any, you can bring it here; Jack loads it up to bring it to Arfafield once every three months."
   "Okay, that's good to know," Sasha nodded with a smile. "I want to get as many useful bits and bobs from that Volvo and that wrecked truck as I can, but I rather get rid of whatever's left so we won't have a giant junk pile sitting around somewhere."

Daniel nodded and looked around when one of the garage doors at the front of the building opened and the timber wolf man walked out, pushing an old engine hoist. He waved as he pushed it over towards the old MAZ truck, and Buddleia trotted outside to help him load it onto the bed and strap it down. They apparently made a joke as well, as they were laughing and waving again when Jack walked back inside through the opened garage door and closed it.

Sasha shook Daniel's paw and thanked him again before also walking outside together with the tuxedo cat woman. They got into both trucks, and the tall human woman led the way down the narrower dirt road following the base of the hill again, taking the shortcut through the forest to drive over to the tiny village of Rolling Hills. Progress was also showing there; the building at the end of the main road, next to the dairy building, was taking shape and already looked like a building even if it was still missing a couple of walls and most of the roof. There was even evidence of a second building being built next to it, and all the way over to the left, behind the rows of small cottages, a whole new row of similar cottages were also being built.

Some mail was picked up from the post office, and while Buddleia went into the general store to get some groceries and the revenue from their jam and goat cheeses, Sasha walked further down the road to visit the butchery and inquired about the pork and the casings she would be needing to make her own sausages. She also learned, from Mr. Jonesey, that there was in fact a secondary building being erected next to the new one that would house the new joinery; it turned out another family was making the move to Rolling Hills, to restart their botany shop in the small village, providing freshly grown flowers and plants, as well as saplings and seeds. As they met back up by the lavender truck, Buddleia said Mrs. Stebbins had told her the same thing; Rolling Hills was definitely going through a bit of a growth spurt!

With the beige Toyota pickup truck following them, they undertook the long drive back to Butterfly Farm. The small improvements Sasha had made to the old MAZ truck were good enough for them to hold a conversation on the way, talking about how and when they would tackle the work on the grain truck as it also needed its box removed so all the hydraulic cylinders and hoses could be replaced, and about the possibility of saving the engine and transmission from that truck in case the problematic pumps would still arrive; if they got that engine running again, it would be quite worthwhile to put it under the hood of the MAZ truck and make that truck a lot quieter and quicker. Sasha even entertained the notion of putting the engine and transmission from her wrecked Volvo into the 1956 Citroen 2CV AZU - bu-u-ut that most likely was never going to fit.

Finally arriving back at the farm, they parked the MAZ truck in the rickety open shed and calmly walked over to the tuxedo cat woman who had parked her pickup in the open area in front of the new shed.
   "Well then, miss Goodstock; welcome to Butterfly Farm," Sasha smiled. "I take it you already have a pretty good idea of where those fish went, right?"
   "Yes, it's not very hard to guess," the feline woman nodded with a light chortle, looking at the large pond. "And that is already answering most of my questions, as well. I can see from here it's a fully contained body of water, which is the most important thing I needed to know." She took a picture of the pond with her tablet. "Are there any other kinds of fish in that pond as well?"
   "Never been fish," Buddleia shook her head with a smile. "Frogs, but not fish."
   "Very good," Ms. Goodstock nodded, typing on her tablet. "I see reeds around that small island and along that far shore; is there sufficient food?"
   "There's a bunch of plants growing in the deep part of the pond, around that island and such," Sasha nodded. "We also got all the bags of pellet food that came from the farm those fish came from, so we can feed them if need be. But we're not looking to actively breed or farm the fish, we just let Dan put them in here because he very desperately needed to get rid of them, and the plan is, there is no plan. Just let them be happy in there, do their thing in there, maybe very occasionally catch one if we get hungry for fish, but that's it."
   "Good, good," the black and white feline woman nodded with a smile. "The farm they came from did plan to actively breed them and offer them to release programs, but they hadn't yet fully thought it through and didn't get the chance as their finances caught up with them. Them being in this pond is as good a release program as any; they can sustain a rather healthy population in there and will not get the chance to become invasive or do excessive damage to underwater flora."
   "So we're good?" Sasha chortled.
   "As far as I'm concerned you're all good, missus Farr," Ms. Goodstock nodded with a chortle as well. "I mainly needed to see where the fish had ended up, and I've seen now that they're in a good place, so that's the end of it." She smiled as she shut off her tablet. "Or well, not entirely. I do want to ask you that if the pond might get overcrowded in the future, that you please get in touch with us so we can transfer some of the fish to either a hatchery or to one of the release programs."
   "I'm fine with that," Sasha nodded. "What constitutes overcrowded?"
   "For a pond of this size; four hundred or more fully grown adult fish," Ms. Goodstock smiled. "I realize it will be very difficult to count them, so let's just say; if you can see them constantly swimming around without needing to do an effort to spot them and they're getting in each other's way, then it's likely getting too crowded in there."
   "Sounds simple enough," Sasha nodded with a smile, looking around when Buddleia trotted off to the small building over the trapdoor behind the windmill. "We'll keep an eye on them and give you a ring when it starts getting busy in there." She let go a light chortle. "I'm assuming you're going to give me a card, and from what my wife just did, I can tell you that you will be getting something in return as well."
   "Indeed," Ms. Goodstock nodded, taking a business card from a holder clipped to the side of her tablet. "Here is my card, so you can get in touch with me directly if need be."
   "Thank you, I can assure you that you will hear from us if there is a need to," Sasha smiled, looking around again and letting go another chortle at Buddleia trotting back over to them with a jar of plum jam and one of the mini goat cheeses.
   "Is for you," the vulpine taur smiled, handing the jar and the cheese to the tuxedo cat woman. "You nice lady, and you make good joke."
   "Why, that is most kind of you, missus Farr, thank you very much," Ms. Goodstock smiled. "I certainly appreciate that. Let me wish you both a very nice day, and I hope I won't hear from you because that means good news for these fish."
   "I hope there won't be a need for us to call you, but nevertheless, you're always welcome to pay a visit, miss Goodstock," Sasha smiled. "And have a very nice day as well."

They waved as the tuxedo cat woman got back into the beige-colored pickup truck and drove off. The engine hoist was unstrapped from the back of the MAZ truck, but they left it sitting on there as there was no need to take it off. After removing their shirts and the pair of shorts, the groceries were put away and Buddleia cooked a simple dinner, which they had out in the back garden as it had stopped drizzling rain and the temperatures were still very pleasant.

Stretching out as the food settled, Sasha let herself slide sideways from where she was leaning against the back and side of Buddleia's quadruped lower body and rested her shoulders and head on the vulpine taur's feral forepaws, looking up with a smile.
   "We're doing well, fuzzbutt. That silage was better value than I could have hoped."
   "Yes!" Buddleia nodded happily. "Is much money! I only get that much money in once when bringing full load of canola to oil mill, oats is less even!"
   "Yeah, I'd say we definitely stick with making silage, even when we do get everything back in proper working order and we can grow more cereal crops again," Sasha nodded with a smile. "Matter of fact, when Dan brought those fish over, I asked him about land purchase, and he said that field on the other side of the pond would cost about thirty grand. We could possibly afford to buy that after selling our next batch of silage."
   "Is nice!" Buddleia smiled with her upper canine teeth and the front end of her dark pink tongue on display. "Grandparents never made farm bigger because we never needed, but would be nice to have more land. You think we should do, Sasha?"
   "I'm thinking; yes," Sasha nodded with a deeper smile. "That field on the other side of the pond won't add much to our current workload. We could keep that field for grass to make silage with, and earn the money needed to turn the other fields back into crop fields again." Her lips curled into a bit of a grin. "And with that added income, before too long we can think about buying that field across the road behind the farm as well; then we can designate that as the grass field for silage and also turn the field next to that pond into a crop field."
Buddleia chortled in short, staccato yips.
   "We gonna be rich farmers, Sasha! With big big farm! We might need to build bigger house and hire farmhands if we keep up like that, yee hee!"
   "Yes, well, I'd say we still keep to our baby steps for the time being, fuzzbutt," Sasha chortled. "We may be able to afford that field next to the pond once we sell our next batch of silage, but I'd say we still hold off on buying it until we at least sold the third batch as well. Then we'll have plenty in the account to look at buying that field and have all our equipment in proper working order as well, because that is still our number one priority."
   "Yes, all machines working good first, is important," Buddleia nodded with a smile. She wiggled a bit and wagged her bushy tail. "But is exciting to think about! Make farm bigger, make success, yes! I never thought I see time when that happen!" She reached down to wrap her paws around Sasha's sides in a sort of hug as the human woman was still laying draped over her feral forepaws. "Is all because of you, Sasha! You make farm a success, you have such good ideas! I so happy! I never would have done on my own, not even if I had kept farm working on my own!"
   "We do make a pretty damn good team, don't we?" Sasha smiled. "But hey, now that you mentioned it; would you mind replacing the house? I mean, that's the house I assume your grandparents built, and you must have grown up in it? It must have sentimental value if nothing else?"
   "Is grandparents house, yes," Buddleia nodded with a smile. "I not mean take down house, I meant build new extra house if we would need."
   "Gotcha," Sasha smiled. "I have to say, I'm not keen on tearing down that house either. It may need a bit of spit-shine still, but it's cozy, I like it." She chortled softly. "Although I wouldn't mind a couch in there at some point, and maybe a rug or two."
Buddleia chortled more staccato yips and clapped her paws together.
   "We can ask Warmelink sisters to make rugs! And when new people here with furniture shop, we can ask if they and Warmelink sisters can make couch, yee hee!"
   "Tha-a-at brings me to something else," Sasha grinned, reaching up to boop the cool, damp black pad of Buddleia's nose with a fingertip. "Satisfy my curiosity if you will, fuzzbutt; just how intimately familiar are you with the people of the village? I distinctly remember you telling me that priestess Kyeeru teaches sexy things when I had my ribs checked by her, for one, and she mentioned to me that she'd been a doctor in town for long enough to know you very well, too. And for another, when I was learning to make cheese at the dairy, those bunny sisters were being mighty flirty, so I'm having a suspicion that despite how tiny and tight-knit a village it is, it's not as conservative as it might seem on the surface. Or at least not where it concerns sexual morals."
   "Yee yee hee! Yes! People in village very open with each other!" Buddleia nodded with more and louder staccato yips. "Miss Kyeeru teach sex information at school sometimes, not things to do, but how things work, you know? But she also teach sex things for grown up people, things to do, yes! Like tanty things you teach me!"
   "Wow," Sasha sniggered. "So what about that whole thing of the sacred institution of marriage? Does that mean jack shit here or something?"
   "No, is respect for," Buddleia smiled with a chirped chortle. "But free people, they playful with each other, yes! Specially ladies who be like us, is many ladies in village who like other ladies only like we do, yes!"
   "R-i-i-ght," Sasha sniggered, booping the damp, cool black pad of Buddleia's nose again. "So how do you explain those bunny sisters from the dairy, and even priestess Kyeeru, being so flirty with me while it's super obvious I'm also married, and to a very well known and well loved member of the community even?"
   "Because is you! Yee hee!" Buddleia chirped a louder chortle, slowly running her paws up and down along Sasha's sides. "You playful woman too, Sasha, so they be playful back! And they know they can, because you married to me! And they know me, they know is good, yes, yee hee!"
Sasha shook her head with a cheery smirk and another snigger.
   "Jeezus, you're nuts, and that whole damn village is nuts, too, haha!" She playfully tickled under Buddleia's chin with the finger she had been booping with. "Alright, so let's make up a balance sheet, then. Whenever I'm in the village and I turn on my gaydar, it starts beeping overtime. You've lived here your whole life, you know all those people very well, so you tell me if I'm right or wrong, fuzzbutt, okay?" She closed one gray eye in a cheery wink. "You, lesbian. Me, lesbian. Priestess Kyeeru... most likely, though she might be bisexual as well, but somehow I don't think so after she explicitly told me she enjoys being seduced by other gay women."
   "Yes, you right Sasha, yee hee!" Buddleia nodded with a chortle. "Miss Kyeeru is lady lover, yee hee!"
   "Yeah, I thought so," Sasha sniggered. "Okay, so I'm gonna name other people from the village I suspect or think may be lesbian as well. You tell me if I'm right or not, just nod or shake your head." She leaned against the tummy of Buddleia's upper body a bit and grinned softly. "First off, those flirty bunny sisters of the dairy." Buddleia nodded cheerfully. "Of course they are. Those Warmelink sisters of the spinnery." Buddleia nodded again. "I thought so. And come to that; those other two ladies of the spinnery as well."
   "Close!" Buddleia chortled. "Isa like boys too, but she like girls more, yee hee!"
   "Right," Sasha chortled. "Okay, next suspects; all three ladies of the crafts store and chandlery."
   "Yes, all three, yee hee!" Buddleia chirped.
   "I'm eleven for eleven," Sasha sniggered. "My gaydar is still up to speed, it seems. Alright, last suspect; that gorgeous deputy sheriff."
   "Yes, she too! Yee hee!" Buddleia nodded.
   "Twelve for twelve!" Sasha laughed. "And I think I can even break the full dozen with that lady from the BGA, she was giving me vibes too."
   "I not know about her, yee hee!" Buddleia chortled. "I never met her much, we never went to BGA."
   "Right," Sasha nodded. "That's fair, I suppose." Her grin widened again. "Hey, but what about missus Stebbins' sister? Miss Stebbins who works at the Co-op?"
Buddleia ran a finger across the purple upside of her slender muzzle and crossed her eyes a bit.
   "I not know, actually. I think maybe she not interested like that in anyone? She never seemed to have interest, she always happy just on her own." She yipped several staccato yips again and leaned over a bit. "You know who I think, Sasha? Susan and Jennifer, of the diner, yee hee!"
   "The Marm twins?" Sasha chortled. "Seriously, I hadn't even looked at them in that way. I mean, they're, what, thirteen years old?"
   "Fourteen, yes," Buddleia nodded with a short chortle. "They play only with other girls, like me when I that old, yee hee! So I think they are too, yes!"
   "Still not gonna look at them like that," Sasha sniggered, poking out her tongue. "But so tell me something, you nutso fuzzbutt you. If you played like that with other girls when you were that old, when and to whom did you lose your virginity? It would be absolutely and totally adorable if it was to me, but I somehow don't think that's the case."
   "Yee yee hee! You mean, when I first do sex with other girl?" Buddleia chirped a loud giggle. "Yes, was not with you, Sasha. I do with miss Kyeeru, when I fifteen. She eighteen then, she just move here to learn to be doctor, and she already preacher then and teach sexy things, and I ask her to teach me, yes!"
Sasha shook her head with a laugh.
   "And I thought Millie was a precocious puppy! Jeez! Haha! But you're even worse, fuzzbutt, haha!" She sniggered and playfully tickled under Buddleia's chin again. "So how often, fuzzbutt, huh?"
Buddleia crooned and flicked out her tongue to try and lick at Sasha's hand, chirping another chortle.
   "Lots! Yee hee! Every time I go to town, yes. I so alone out here, even with grandparents here, so I go to town lots, and she help me, yes."
Sasha snorted a laugh and shook her head again.
   "Oh you're awful, fuzzbutt! Hahaha! Oh my god! Not even I was that bad, and I was a pretty damn active pussy hunter in the city, I can tell you, haha!" She curled her lips into a wide grin and teasingly stuck her finger between Buddleia's lips to wiggle the vixen-taur's broad tongue back and forth. "So then tell me, you fuzzbutted nympho you, who else in town have you had, huh?"
Buddleia giggled at Sasha's finger in a bunch of chirped staccato yips and closed her lips over the human's finger playing with her tongue.
   "I been friends with De Verley sisters like that since we been twenty, yee hee! And I pay Sonya with lickies and rubbies for making baskets for me, yee hee! And Warmelink sisters be very touchy when making shirts for me and taking measurements, yee hee! But that all, yes, yee yee hee!"
Sasha burst out laughing.
   "That's all! That's all, she says! Ha ha haaa! Oh fuck me! You're a menace, fuzzbutt! Ha ha ha! Or should I say fuckbutt? Ha ha! Oh man, that's a fucking good one! That's all! Ha ha ha!" She pressed her face into the fluffy white fur on Buddleia's upper tummy and pulled in several deep breaths to control herself before looking up with a cheerful sparkle in her gray eyes. "No fucking wonder everyone was so happy to see you coming back to town again after several years! Ha ha! And no wonder so many of the girls were crying at our wedding! Hahaha! And here I was thinking they were just touched! Haha!"
Buddleia laughed cheerfully as well, holding her paws folded around Sasha's sides and softly running them up and down along the tall human's freckled skin.
   "They were touched, Sasha, yee yee hee!"
   "Yeah, by you! Over and over! Haha!" Sasha laughed. "Jeezus tapdancing Christ fuzzbutt, there should be a warning about you on that town sign! Haha!"
   "Yes, I skilled huntress, yee hee!" Buddleia nodded with a cheery grin. "I catch bunnies, I catch deer, I catch fish, I catch pussies! And I good at! Yee yee hee!"
   "No shit! Hahaha!" Sasha laughed, shaking her head again and taking off her glasses to wipe her eyes. "Oh god damn, that's too funny! Haha!"
Buddleia leaned way over and lay a soft, playful lick over Sasha's face, her bristly whiskers still fanned out and dancing from her chirped giggles.
   "So you not mad, Sasha?"
   "Mad?!" Sasha sniggered when she had put her glasses back on. "Hell, I'm fucking impressed, babe! Like I said, I've been a pretty active huntress myself during my years in the city, so I've had a good big bunch of girls as well!" She grinned. "But never triplets, damn! You definitely got me beat there, fuzzbutt!"
   "You can make up for, Sasha, yee hee!" Buddleia yipped cheerily. "De Verley sisters know is good with me when they be playful with you, and they be playful with you because they want you, yes, yee hee!"
Sasha snorted another loud laugh and shook her head again, poking a finger into Buddleia's chest.
   "You're even crazier than just nutso, you great big nutso fuzzbutt you! Haha! Are you seriously telling me here that I should conquer all the lezzies in town, just because you have in the past? Haha!"
   "Yes!" Buddleia nodded cheerfully, all her teeth and almost her entire tongue on display in the very wide smile splitting open her slender muzzle. "They all so sweet, and you so sweet too! We all be close sexy friends, yes!"
   "You're fucking crazy!" Sasha sniggered, poking out her tongue. "But hell, I'm still a huntress, so you're on, fuzzbutt! Just remember it was your idea, haha!" She grinned playfully. "And if I'm gonna have to select a prey, it's so gonna be that sexy priestess first! Because fuck, me, those ears! I want those ears! Haha!"
   "Yes! Sari's ears so amazing! So soft and so warm and so snuggly!" Buddleia nodded with a chirped chortle. "And so big! So much to play with! And she get all melty when you play with her ears, yee hee!"

Sasha burst into more new sniggers, leaning up to press her face into the nape of Buddleia's neck after laying a playful lick along the side of the vulpine taur's slender muzzle. The rain returning in a more steady shower brought an end to their relaxing in the back garden, but once they were inside the small old farmhouse, Buddleia lit some of the beeswax candles they had been given and they continued their relaxed cuddling in the heap of pillows and cushions that the vixen-taur used as a bed. And it didn't stop at just cuddling, either. They kept talking for a while more about Buddleia's history with the people of the tiny village, and in particular a certain part of the female population, and some of the plans they playfully made eventually progressed their cuddling into something a lot more intimate and... satisfying.

Well then..! There's a plot twist!
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