It was going to be a bit of a big day. Even if it didn't seem like it. After all, a rainy Monday; what could possibly be big or exciting about that? The only remarkable thing about one of those was that they used to make Karen Anne Carpenter cry, according to one of her lovely ballads. And of course, Garfield hates them.

But this specific Monday? It looked just like any old Monday; the rain that had been drenching the valley over the weekend had let up a bit, but there was still enough of it coming down to make everything look drab and grey and gloomy. And soaking wet.

The sound of the rain softly rushing through the foliage of the trees couldn't even be enjoyed in tranquility, for it was constantly mixed with the loud noises of banging and hammering, wood splintering and bricks crumbling and falling from inside the husk of the Fangle Farmstead farmhouse, and the noise of a loud old tractor engine, a chainsaw and a weed whacker, plus the noise of wood splintering and trees falling all along the pathways on the Fangle Farmstead premises.

All of that did prove that both the beaver brothers Edward and William Woodhouse, as well as the two feline neighbors and now very close friends Laura Forman and Daisy Belle, were very hard at work and making lots of progress in the task of making Fangle Farmstead a habitable as well as profitable venue once more. The two beaver contractors had finished all the gutting work and breaking down of unneeded walls on the upper floors of the dilapidated, mismatched farmhouse and had moved on to doing the same on the ground floor. It wouldn't be long before Laura would have to start thinking about what she wanted the house to look like, how many and how large rooms she wanted as well as what kind of rooms, and drawing up new floor plans. So that was definitely exciting - it would be quite a big step forward to go from demolishing the old stuff into actually building up the new stuff. Even if building up all the new stuff was still going to take at least the better part of six to eight weeks before the result would be a habitable house. Still though; it was getting there!

Meanwhile, Laura and Daisy had made heaps of progress as well. They had completely cleared the path running from the farmhouse between the former crop fields and the mountain creek, in the process also tearing down the leftovers of the two collapsed storage barns and designating that area to put the trunks of all the trees they cut down so the Woodhouse brothers could assess their worth for turning into lumber that could be used for the rebuilding of the farmhouse. They had utilized an ancient and very intimidating-looking brush cutter to clear all the overgrowth from between the old apple trees that formed a small orchard between the former garden and the creek, and Daisy's assessment was that while old, the trees were still in very good fruit-producing condition. So come the summer, Laura might actually be able to do a little bit of harvesting and make at least a pawful of money back from selling the apples.

They had also cleared out a good amount of the overgrown forest between the old well in front of the farmhouse and the large barn filled with huge, ancient vehicles that sat beside the main path, plus the entirety of the path in front of the house and up to that barn, so that the barn could actually be opened and the vehicles inside could be reached to be made serviceable again - or sold, or donated to a museum as most of them looked like they were way more in place in a museum.

Furthermore, they had set out a series of stakes to line out a new, much straighter path from the main gate to the farmhouse, eliminating the bends and curves that were in the original path so it would be that much easier to lay down and to navigate. From the old fencing, of which there were still several bits and pieces left, they could tell there had been rows of three rectangular crop fields running parallel to the main path from in front of the vehicle barn towards the creek. Then there were two similar-sized rectangular crop fields facing perpendicular to the path, which curved around the top ends of those fields, and then back down past two final rectangular fields once again being parallel to the path. It was the main reason why that path was so curvy and tricky to navigate. With the new layout, the path would cut straight from the old well to right in front of the vehicle barn, and from there perfectly straight past the perpendicular fields as well, only to veer sideways near the front of the premises to connect up to the gravel road leading into town - rather than weaving back and forth all over the place. Sure, it would look a lot less natural and organic, but it would make life just so much easier for everyone.

The two felines were currently working on the second half of the path, the part running from the gate to the vehicle barn, cutting down everything along the line of the path as well as everything up to about five feet on either side of it so they could set out the stakes to outline the new position of the pathway. It would only take about a day or two more before they would be able to start digging, laying down plastic lining and throwing down new gravel.

Daisy commented on that when they were taking a break around lunchtime.
   "Yer gonna wanna start thinkin' 'bout gettin' in touch with the Ag Co-op, 'oney. Pretty darn soon yer gonna be needin' a whole darn lotta plastic, an' also a small bulldozer or backhoe might be in order. I ain't sure if this li'l beast..." She patted the seat of her small orange tractor with a paw, "...would be able to do any actual diggin' worth a damn."
   "Yeah, I suppose I'd need heavier equipment than that, wouldn't I?" Laura nodded. "Do you know if I need any licenses or anything for the stuff rented from the Ag Co-op?"
   "That pack o' paper Pete gave ya when ya signed up has a buncha info on all that. From the top o' me head, ya don't need any licenses for one-time use of a lotta their stuff, an' if ya need to use somethin' for a longer period o' time, they offer some basic courses on the handlin' o' most o' their heavy machines." The slender Siamese sent Laura a small wink. "An' o' course, I'm licensed to 'andle mos' any o' their equipment 'cause I got me the licenses for me own farm. So I could easily 'andle the rigs for ya while ya do the easier stuff like rollin' out the plastic an' whatnot."
   "I guess that would actually be the best thing to do," Laura mused, nodding with a light chuckle. "I mean, I do wanna take those courses and learn how to handle that kind of machinery, but I also want all this work over and done with as quickly as possible. And me doing the simple menial stuff while you much more experienced farmer handle the big machines for me does sound like the quickest way possible."
   "Yeah, I reckoned. 'Sides, couple more weeks from now an' I'll be havin' much less time to be helpin' ya 'cause I'm gonna 'ave to take care o' me own crops," Daisy chuckled. "So the sooner we get the big stuff outta the way, the better."
   "That's right of course, there's also that to keep in consideration," Laura nodded. "I absolutely love all the help you're giving me, but it should not interfere with the running of your own farm and livelihood of course. I certainly wouldn't want to be responsible for you losing money or anything."
   "Wouldn't go that fast, I still got me steady farmhands an' whatnot who know darn tootin' well what they're doin'. But yeah, either way, still gonna be plenty o' work for me anyhow," Daisy chuckled.
   "Didn't you mention you also get a lot of students and such coming in to make a little pocket money by helping out during harvest time? I actually would like to sign up for that as well. Not so much for the money - well, maybe a little bit since all of this is costing me pretty much all I have - but mostly to learn how all of that work goes and such, get some actual experience, you know?"
   "True that, an' it makes a whole lotta sense too," Daisy nodded, playfully nudging Laura with her shoulder. "Well, consider yerself hired, 'oney. I'll make it worth yer while."
   "I'm sure you will," Laura laughed shortly. "But thanks anyway, Dais. I promise I'll be on time every day and work hard."
   "Good gal," Daisy chuckled while rising to her feet. "Well, what say we start with that right now an' get the rest o' this mess straightened out?"
Laura also rose to her feet and nodded with a giggle.
   "My thought exactly."

With their vigor renewed at the prospect of actually getting all the clearing-out work done that day, the two cats went back to work, hacking, cutting, chainsawing, shoveling, throwing up a lot of mud and dirt and twigs and leaves, and looking like they were actually making a bigger mess of things but getting everything cleared away pretty decently. By the time five o'clock rolled around, they only had a few more feet to go until they'd reach the perimeter fence. They got out of the way to let Edward and William pass through in their large former army truck, Edward leaning out of the passenger window and calling out "Good work!" as they drove by.
   "Well, can't ask for a better recognition than that," Daisy grinned, thumbing after the truck. "They ain't usually that generous with compliments." She stretched with both paws pressed into the crook of her back. "Well, we better live up to it, 'oney, mm? I reckon 'alf an hour an' we'll 'ave the last o' that mess cleared away."
   "Let's get to it, then!" Laura giggled, balling and waving a fist.
   "Right-o!"

Finding a final burst of energy, the two felines set to work on the final little stretch, taking a bit over twenty minutes to finish up with one of the larger projects; the clearing of the main path from the gate all the way to the farmhouse. Hot, sweaty, tired, sore, and covered in various types of dirt almost up to their ears, they were two very content kitties when they found themselves on the outside of the gate, with a leveled and clear view all the way over to the husk of the farmhouse. The sorry abandoned farm grounds actually started once more looking like something productive was going on there.
   "I'd say we did darn tootin' well," Daisy commented while she loaded the chainsaw and weedwhacker into the bucket on the front of her little tractor. "Got one o' the main problems solved, I'm 'appy with that."
   "As am I," Laura agreed. "When I first got here and was faced by all this jungle, my heart pretty much went into my feet, I have to admit. If it hadn't been for you showing up the way you did and being the awesome helpful kittycat that you are, I don't think I might have even gotten started, let alone making even a fraction of the progress that we did."
Daisy took off her straw hat to wipe some hair out of her face and laughed cheerfully.
   "Haha! Gaw shucks 'oney, would ya stoppit with the syrup already? Sheesh! I jus' did what any o' us woulda done for one, an' all that syrup be much better applied in other places in a more private settin' for another."
   "Hee! Well, fine, I'll keep that in mind for when we're alone together and I have some extra syrup to spare," Laura giggled, poking out her tongue. "Any preference for the kind of syrup, perhaps?"
   "Maple an' molasses come to mind as the best candidates," Daisy grinned. "But ya better save that up for some other time, 'oney, ya already gotta lovely ice cream waitin' for ya tonight after all."
   "Oh, that's right! Pam's thingie, that's tonight," Laura snapped her fingers. "Thanks for reminding me of that, I'd almost forgotten about it."
   "Well, wouldn't want ya to miss out on the best welcome treat ya could get," Daisy chuckled while she climbed onto the seat of her small tractor. "An' for now it's time to not miss a shower an' some dinner."
   "Right you are," Laura agreed with a giggle.

She put away her own tools and got into her car to follow Daisy over to Bluebell Farm. Of course, they were enthusiastically greeted by Shelly who had gotten home already as well. Daisy let the black and white kitten keep an eye on, and every now and then stir in, a pan of soup while the two adult cats retreated up to the bathroom so they could transfer back from some kind of wild cave-cats into more civilized beings. Dinner was had pretty quickly, and they even had some time to sit together and talk before Laura had to go. Daisy lent her some fresh clean clothes so the Somali cat could decently make her way into town.
   "Let us know 'ow ya liked th' ice cream, huh?" Daisy winked as they said goodnight.
   "Yeah, tell us like everything!"  Shelly chimed in with a giggle. "Pam's ice creams are always so totally yummy!"
   "I will," Laura chuckled, hugging them both. "Well, goodnight for now, you two, and I'll see you tomorrow I guess."

She got into her car and waved again before calmly pulling away, this time following the gravel road that ran straight from the gates of Daisy's farm into town. As it was, she found herself only about half a block further east from where she usually entered town via her own gravel road, and with the town being as small as it was, it was almost impossible to not find her way to the pink and white corner building where Pamela dispensed her ice creams, sodas, sweets and food.

Parking her car, Laura did realize that by the next day, the whole town would know it had been her visiting the ice cream diner after hours. Her long, low, dark brown sedan quite stood out between all the curvaceous, pastel-colored '50s era cars that populated the tiny town. But heck with it, Pamela had invited her after all. Now, let's see... the upper doorbell, Pamela had said. Laura looked around her by the front doors and quickly located the two buttons. She buzzed the upper one in two short bursts and waited for what would happen.
   "Yeah?" a voice came from a small speaker above the doorbells. "I'm guessing that's you, Laura?"
   "Uh, yeah, it's me," Laura said to the little circle of holes.
   "Good! I'll buzz you in. Just push the left door."

There was a buzzing sound, and as Laura pushed against the left of the two front doors, it unlatched with a click and swung inwards. Stepping through, Laura looked around her again and smiled as the super-tall pastel-hued cat appeared from a door behind the far end of the counter.
   "Well then, there you are, honey," she smiled.
   "Here I am, indeed," Laura chuckled lightly. "So, uhm... what now?"
   "Just step this way, honey, follow me," Pamela gestured at the counter with a smile. She led the way for Laura to the door at the far end, looking across her shoulder. "Now, for what I asked earlier, just wanna make sure, honey; you really are for the ladies, yeah? In that, like, sexual kinda way?"
   "Oh yes, definitely," Laura confirmed, giving a bit of a shrug. "I experimented with a boy or two when I was young, and with a couple of girls as well, and that made it very clear to me very quickly that for all that kind of stuff, it's the girls for me, and me for the girls."
   "Good, good," Pamela chortled, leading the way through another door while still looking across her shoulder. "You up for some? Even if it might be a bit... more unusual than what you may be used to?"
   "After what Daisy told me and introduced me to last weekend... yeah, I'd say I am," Laura chuckled. "She pretty much set the bar of unusual pretty high."
For a moment, Pamela halted and half-turned to look more directly at Laura, then she giggled and winked.
   "With little Shel?"
   "With little Shel, yeah."
   "Right, I should've known," Pamela giggled, shaking her head. "Well, my welcome treat for the ladies of that ilk is a tad unusual, but not [i]that[/i] unusual, honey." She stopped by a third door and gestured at a loveseat by what seemed like a dresser cabinet of sorts. "Make yerself comfy while I prep, honey. You can leave your clothes right there." A light grin curled the tall soda jerk's lips. "Or Daisy's clothes, as the case seems to be."
   "Heh. Yeah, the reason I'm wearing some of her clothes is quite innocent actually, but yeah, it's her clothes indeed," Laura guffawed shortly. "I take it you'll come get me when you're ready?"
   "I'll let you know, honey for sure," Pamela winked.

She opened the door, stepped through it and closed it behind her again. Laura chuckled softly to herself over it. Well, whatever was in store for her, it had to remain a surprise of course. She walked over to the loveseat and looked at the dresser, opening the drawer and one of the doors. Empty, save for a shelf behind the doors. Laura shrugged and looked around in the rest of the room. It was apparently meant as an intermediate room or waiting room of some kind. There were just the loveseat and the dresser, a pink tube lamp hanging from the ceiling, and the same checkerboard pattern of white and pink lino tiles as on the floor in the diner.

Shrugging again, and smiling to herself, Laura took off the clothes she had borrowed from Daisy and neatly lay them on top of the dresser before sitting down in the loveseat naked, leaning back and crossing her legs. So. So so and so. It seemed like she might be in for a bit of naughty food play, then. Or at least that's what she had deduced from the things she had gotten to know so far, anyway. Pamela asking, in somewhat coveted terms, if she was lesbian, also asking if she was up for some sexual fun that was a tad unusual that night, and the whole thing constantly having been referred to as an invitation to get a special welcome into the town ice cream - yeah, Laura had a pretty decent idea of what she could expect once Pamela would come to get her.

And of course, it certainly sounded a lot better than any kind of initiation prank with an ice cream filled with hot sauce or soap or something. Definitely a lot tastier too, that was for...
   "You ready, honey?" Pamela's voice came from behind the one door.
Laura sat up straight.
   "Yeah, I am."
   "Good good, come on in here then, honey!" Pamela called out through the closed door in a syrupy tone.

With a soft chuckle, Laura rose up from the loveseat and opened the door Pamela had disappeared through earlier. There was a larger room behind it, lit in a warm and rosy tint by several pink ceiling lamps and with a few thick, comfy rugs on the pink and white lino floor. In the very back was a wide... well something that looked like a klinai, one of those ancient Roman-style couches with a round tube-shaped pillow at one of the short ends that was used to lay on sideways during dining in that time. The short side with the tubular pillow was up against the far wall, so the couch was more or less pointing into the room.

And of course, lounging on top of the couch, comfortably propped up against the tubular pillow and with her long legs dangling over both sides of the couch, was Pamela, fully naked, all but spread-eagle with her legs hanging over the sides of the couch like that, her quite small breasts covered in a swirl of pink whipped cream topped with a cherry each, and her invitingly presented vulva covered in a glob of slowly melting ice cream and a generous dollop of the pink whipped cream as well, also topped with a cherry.

She looked at Laura closing the door behind her with a warm smile and a sparkle of the pink ceiling lamps in her eyes, tilting her head a bit to take in the sight of the naked fluffy Somali and purring softly.
   "My, you look gorgeous without any clothes on, honey. So soft and fluffy," she purred.
   "Why, thank you very much, dear," Laura smiled while she stepped up to the Roman couch. "And you definitely look mighty lovely without any clothes on as well. Not to mention very appetizing."
   "Mmm, good, I was hoping you'd like it," Pamela winked. "Well, here it is, honey; your special welcome into our community ice cream. Dig in any time you're ready, honey."
   "Don't mind if I do," Laura chortled, kneeling down next to the couch and running a paw along one of Pamela's very, very long slender legs, all the way to her dainty foot. "Thank you so much for the invitation, Pam."
   "Oh, my pleasure, my pleasure indeed," Pamela purred with a wink. "No way I was gonna let Daisy hog all that fluffy beauty all to herself."
   "Well, there's plenty of the floof to go around," Laura giggle softly. She slid over to the front of the klinai, between Pamela's widely spread legs, letting her fingers play a bit with the super tall feline's dainty left toes. "Mmm, but I'd better get to my ice cream. Looks like it's melting already and that'd be a shame."
Pamela wiggled lightly and gave her tail a light flick, purring deeper and sagging a bit on the couch.
   "Go right ahead, darling. It's all yours."
   "Mmm, goodie goodie gumdrops," Laura giggled with a purr of her own.

She lay herself down a bit more on her side by the Roman couch, leaning half on Pamela's right leg while running her paw upwards along the inside of the tall pastel cat's left thigh. Just below the scoop of ice cream she halted, resting her paw on Pamela's left thigh as she for a few moments just looked at the treat before her. The thick drips of melting ice cream, ever so slowly finding their way down through the creases of Pamela's loins, across and along the curves of her plump outer labia, following the quivering lines of her frilly inner labia... pooling together at her entrance for a moment before dripping down onto the couch in small globs, mixed with another thick liquid that definitely was not ice cream.

Such a delectable treat... Laura shivered lightly and reached out tentatively, touching her fingers against the glob of molten ice cream at the bottom part of Pamela's vulva, her other paw causing a deeper shiver to run down her spine as it found its way down her own body towards her own crotch. A light smirk curled the Somali's lips when her fingers touched against a thick trickle of warm, sticky fluid that had begun coating her own slit. Golly, if the proof was not right there on her fingers, she would not have believed how wet she had already gotten from just the sight and scent of the treat she had been offered by Pamela.

Closing her eyes for a moment, the fluffy Somali let another shiver traverse the entire length of her spine and all the way to the tip of her fluffy tail as she pressed down on her clit with a soft squish, the fingers of her other paw making a similar motion into the scoop of ice cream covering Pamela's pussy. The tall pastel cat's tail twitched and her toes curled lightly when Laura's fingers found her firmly perked clit under the ice cream, both felines drawing their breath and letting it out in a slow purr simultaneously. Turning her head and opening her eyes to look up at Pamela's face, Laura lifted her paw and slowly licked the traces of molten ice cream from her fingers with a seductive smile.

Not wasting any more time - as it would be a shame to let all the ice cream just melt away - Laura repositioned herself a bit and leaned down her head to press a couple of small smooches along the insides of Pamela's thighs, working her way upwards slowly. With a soft purr, she slid her tongue upwards along the curvature of Pamela's puffy outer labia, licking up the slow trickles of melting ice cream. Her right index finger made a slow rotating motion right at Pamela's entrance, giving a very light, enticing tickle while mixing the thick trickles of ice cream with the warm juices leaking from the tall pastel cat's slit. At the same time, her left index and middle finger made a similar motion overtop her own hood, caressing her perky clit at the same speed as she was caressing various parts of Pamela's pussy.

Each slow lick caused small twitches of Pamela's long tail against Laura's side, the tall cat's toes lightly curling or splaying in turn as well, and clenching at every soft bump of Laura's nose against her clit. Her soft crooning sounds and moans were echoed by Laura, in a slightly muffled tone, as the agouti feline slowly increased the tempo of her licks and, in unison, the motions of her left fingers over her own clit. Gradually, the melting ice cream and soggy whipped cream disappeared as Laura lapped it all up eagerly, never stopping the tempo of her licks even after eventually, all the ice cream had gone and the fluffy feline was lapping up Pamela's pure juices.

Concentrating on the soda jerk's perky clit, Laura closed her lips over the hard nub and softly suckled on it while flicking the tip of her tongue back and forth against it, rubbing her own clit in the same tempo as the flicks of her tongue while applying more and more pressure down upon it with her fingers. Again and again Pamela lifted her butt off the klinai, arching to press her hips up against Laura's face while Laura pressed herself up against the Roman couch at each arching of her own back as the ripples of pleasure traversed both their bodies up and down at ever shorter intervals.

Quicker, quicker... the ripples building into higher and higher waves, until finally they crested and washed out with a roar, making both cats harmonize in a long-drawn yowl of pleasure as they heat the peak of their climax simultaneously. Trembling, shivering, tensing... short gasps of labored breath through parted lips, twitching whiskers and firmly closed eyes... then slumping as relaxation washed over them and all their muscles went limp.

Slowly opening her eyes, Laura pulled in several deep breaths and lifted shaky arms, with effort pulling herself up and crawling onto the klinai to lay herself down half on top and half against Pamela's just as limp body. For several long, shuddering moments the two felines lay there limply, eyes closed, whiskers quivering and dancing on the rhythm of their panted breathing, until eventually they managed to open their eyes and roll their heads to look at one another, lips curling into a pair of blissful smiles.
   "Well then..." Pamela breathed, touching noses with Laura. "Welcome... welcome into our little town, darling."
   "Mmmh..." Laura murmured softly. "Thanks, Pam... I couldn't have asked for a better welcome treat..."

They wrapped their arms around each other and snuggled up close on the comfy Roman couch, basking in the afterglow of their climax while slowly regaining the control over their breath rates. Even so, they remained in their comfy, intimately cozy position, the relaxation overtaking them more and more until eventually, they drifted off into a wonderfully satisfied sleep.

Definitely the best welcome ever...