Mecha Chicken's big Bash

Chapter one

AN: Hi guys this is Sarah, well heree is my very first fanfiction, staring the world of Harvest moon- tale of two towns. i hope you like it a lot. It's taken me a while to get round to doing it as i've been s o busy with stuff at home so here it is. I know its probably a bit amaturish but go easy, it'll get better as i right moer.)

The sun was startingto set in the village of Konohana and the few animals that lived amonst the swaying crop fields where strating to dose off in the sunset. The farmer had finished her farming for the day and had ventured off into the town hall for mikhails' violin recital. This was the man the farmer was falling in love with, and every day she took him arefully handmade boiled tofu that she made herself every day. She grew the beans herself and made them lovingly into tofu and soy milk so that the end result was something that would eventually make the russian musicl genius fall for her and stop him leaving every summer. She hated theseason in whcih he did not return and pledged that she would make him settle down with her. all through his love of biled tofu. The corn had been harvested and the milk put into the fermenter so that soon, good cheese would be produced. It was getting very late in. The day, and the crop trenches were starting to dry out, so that when the farmer return ed, she would have to spend anther hour watering everything before she could turn into bed... Although, with mikhails concert not starting until 8pm, it would no doubt she would go straight to bed and leave the poor plants thirsty until the morning... They would punissh her by takig an extra day to come to frution. Despite all this, All was peaceful. Almost...

Over in the cart shed where the farmer kept all of her spare carts, the Mecha chicken was stirring. She had been feeling un settled for soem time, every since the farmer had upgraded her insides so tht she could hold more products. It was true, mecha had needed more space, but the farmer could never manage to grow enough crops to fill her properly now. No longer was she feeling the satisfaction that a truly cood harvest could bring to her. And with only larg metal winggs that could only move and cluck when her axels where in mothion, she could not even bring fill herself. her attention was drawn to the other karts lying abandoned around her. Most had been too small for the farmer to use as her crops yeild had increased, so had been put into storage. Mecha was the current favourite, as she presereved the food indefinatly because she was also a fridge. But it had been new year recetly, and so the Dragon cart had been the head honcho...

Mecha pulled herself noiily through the the barn, pushing the sleigh kart and bamboo cart aside with her very large body. She clucked with every turn, and worried that she would arouse attention from someting outside- carts weren 't supposed to be alive, and they always had to be careful to return to their orriganal posishons when the farmer returned.
"It's lonely now the farmer doesn't need you isn't hmmm?" The shrine cart intoned snottily in her oriental accent from her position in the corner of the barn. "A little" said mecha. "Though it's not my fault you were replaced! We carts don't get much choice in what we do." The shrine mocked her in a baby voice. "It's more the fact that you have never even spoken to me until now! I was cursed ewith that vile dragon who would not shut up. His incestuous ringing as he moed his wheels ws simply atrocious! At least i know whan to be quiet and not bother people who obviously are giving me the hard shoulder as a hint that i want nothing to do with them . ""Its v ery difficult to speak to somewhen when your outside and can't move for fear that your clucking will wake the farmer up and make her come running with an axe thinking she is being robbed!"

The mecha chiken's voice and clucking had attracted atttention from outside. She heard a bell ringing and a loud clanking noise and through door appeared the Dragon carts head. "Feeling lonely mech? No need to tlk to yourself. I know that lot are too stupid to talk like us. "
"Speak for yourslef" exclamed the Shrine cart. The dragon jumped in surprise. "Sorry shrine, all that time and i never knew you could talk!" Shrine rocked a little on her huge wheels, which gave a loud squeak do to her having not bean used muhc in a long time.
"You never gave me chance to talk, always yaking away and never stoppin g to see if i was even listening. I hate the both of you/ one of you talk insetantly, the other never! " She was jelous because althopugh she was very regal looking and splendid and had much bigger wheels that made her eaiser to monover, she was unablem to be expanded as much as the mecha chicken or dragon and the farmer could not use her anymore...

The dragon cart ignored her a nd continued talking to mecha. "I know how you feel... You are feeling empty and unfilled . I did too wgen she first expanded my ability to be filled. And i still feel it. But i have an idea. He came closer to mecha, accidentally, wheeleing over the old cart and crushing it into pieces. His moan was not heard over the clang of the dragon cart. He went up to the mecha chickne. 'I have wanted you for a lon g time. Ever since the farmer upgraded you to. Be cavernous. I can fill you mecha.' Mecha looked startled at what he was suggestin. "You don't have hands thpugh. How could you possibly fill me to the maximum?" The dragon's tongue hung out of his mouth in a hunmgry manner. 'Qho needs hands dear mecha when i have a lon g body?" Mecha didn't know what to think. "I... I..." "Come with me. Let's go away somewhere private." He hooked mecha up to his axel and lead her away, the two of them clanking, clucking and ringing as they went. "Whore!" The shrine cart yelled, but nobody ass listening...

He took her to the rice paddy field were there was nobody about except the progressively growing rice and the spray of water from the water wheel that drove the maker shed. "I can fill you mecha. I can make you feel what it is to have a full load again. He unhooked her from his axel and turne to face her.
"You're a big cart. You could never fit inside of mev. !" Mecha eclaimed, wondering if the dragon had suddenly gone crazy with heatstroke during the hot weather. The dragon's tongue flicked slightly as he tasted the tang on mechas' metal body in the air. "Don't worry dear mecha, the famrer left a lot of cooking oil inside me from the festival. If i lubricate you with that, i will fit in side you and then you can feel complet.!' Mecha looked at him in horror.
1But the farmer will need that oil! we cannot use it or she will suspect us or thin g that she has been robbed!" The dragon laughed.
"Calm down, the oil has gone rancid. She'll obly throw it waay. " mecha took a few moments. Was this right? Was it okay to allow this large crateure to oil her up and slip into her, just to make up for the fact that the farmer could satify her desire for fulfilment? Nobody would see though... In this isolated part of the famr, hidden by mires and groiwng rice plants, nobody would know... And she supposed, nobody would hear them if they didn't move their wheels...

"Why would you pick me and not the shrine? She looks far nicer and is a better shape than me."
"But she doesn't have your capacity mecha. You are far easier for me to slip into. " "okay" she said, feeling her metal start to tingle with nerves and excitment. "Open yourself for me!" Thne dargon command and she opened the huge door in her. Back so that dragon could see into her ebrk interior. "?wow, you're bigger than i thought.! He gasped as he prepared the seven bottles of out of date cooking oil. Mecha clucked as the oil from all seven bottles delicately sprayed inside her, dripping enticingly down her inner walls and onto her floor, where it pooled in a slippery yellow ool. "oh dragon, that feels so good... I ... I think im ready for you. Please, go slowly! I don't want you to den t my sides! You're so stronmg." ...

Dragon dropped the empty bottle on the ground and moved closer to mecha chicknes oopening. "Are you ready my sweet hen?" He cooed, accidentally nudging her so that she rolled forward slightly and clucked. "Quite! I don't want to be heard and draw attention!" But befoe the drgon had time to respond, he was already launching himself at her. His large head sailed effortley into mecha, slipping against the oil and collideding with her back wall. She moved forawrds again letting out te largest cluck of her life. "Dragon! I said i said go slowly! You will have dinjed my chest!" But the dragon cart did not care. Now he had his front wheels firmly inside mecha's carriage, he could finally get to work. "Do you like being filled? Do you?!" He did not wait for a reply, he simpley began nodding his head, bumping and banging against every inch of mechas walls, causeing he two of them to rock backewards and forwards, so that clucking, ringing and clanking filled the air alongside the highpitched sound of scraping metal and hollow booms! "Do you feel full now?!" Dragon yelled of=ver the headslitting raqet. But mecha could d nothing other than clucking with appreciation.

Meanwile in the townhall, the farmer was sat mounsgt the villagers, idolising the sweet music eminatting from mikhail'/s instrument. As the music reached its climax, reaching a high and higher pitche, the air was suddenly filled with the eairpiercing noise of grating. The audience gasped and covered their ears. Mikhail was lostn in his muic- a world that he created an enjoyed gettong lost in. He opened his eyes momentarily to enjoy the amazed faces of the audience... And stopped playing the moment he saw their appauled faces. "What is it?" But the answer was unable to be ignored. He too covered his ears an yelled "what iss that horrible npise?" But nobody could hear him because they were covering their ears. They all soon realised he had stopped playing and re,oved thei hands, but soon replaced them when they heard the continuuos painful sound . The mayor was already walking out of the building to see what was making such a horrendous noise. The vilagers followeed her outside, mikhail hurt that something had ruined his recitle.

"It's coming from your farm!" The mayor said, pointing at the farmer. She looked shocked, but led everyone towards her farm, not entirely sure of what was going on...

AN: Hope you liked that people! See you in chapter two to find out wht hppenes next... Will mikhail still lov the farmer, or will he leave for good? :o