Hello my fellow readers! KM has returned with this wacked out little story of lesbian cow owners and their protective as well as regretful boyfriend. As I was playing Tale of Two Villages, which if you didn't buy it I demand you do because it's so cute! I like a lot of characters in there, not to mention the bachelors in this game are rather handsome lol. Anyway as I was playing the game, some more ideas formed in my little odd mind so now I present you with chapter 3 of BoLC!
Season 3- Year 2, Fall
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Fall has got to be Vaughn's most hated season. He doesn't dislike it because of the weather… But rather the most sociable festivals take place during this season. Today was no exception, however rather than go by Chelsea's house and sulk his face off in her warm bed he was in the diner sulking his face off in a bowl of lukewarm porridge. He couldn't go back to Chelsea, not after what happened in the first week of Fall.
So he sat at the usual table in the back all by his lonesome, hatless and staring at his bowl of now lukewarm porridge. All he saw was Chelsea everywhere he went. His dreams were the worst, filled with indecent images of his girlfriend beneath him, on top of him and doing lewd things with him. He just wanted to make up with her, but at the same time, he needed space away from her.
The door to the diner opened with a little tinkle noise from the bell. Lily walked into the diner with a confused look plastered across her face. She walked over to Nick to place an order and then she sat down at Vaughn's table.
Vaughn, in his usual happy mood greeted her.
"What are you doing at my table?" He asked in a gruff voice.
Lily looked over at him. "…I would answer that question, but you aren't much to talk to." She answered bluntly.
He said nothing to her as he continued to sulk in his porridge.
"Why aren't you with Chelsea? Why aren't you conversing with her?" Lily asked. "Is this what one would call a 'lover's spat?'
Vaughn glared. "Well, I don't think that's much of your business now is it?"
"Chelsea's business is my business; my ancestors have taught me that friendship is a strong bond."
"We had a fight… I think we need space from each other." Vaughn said.
"Ridiculous, you are running away from her, for fear that you may get hurt."
Lily looked at Vaughn angrily. "Think of what your cowardice is doing. Chelsea wants to make up with you; don't you think you two have enough space already?"
Vaughn glared. "I don't have to listen to you. You don't understand anything about what happened."
"What is there to understand?" Lily shrugged. "Chelsea's cow was having a bad day and attacked you."
"The damn heifer dislocated my shoulder." He growled. "That damn cow is insane; I was put out of work for a week."
"And I heard Chelsea nursed you back to health." Lily replied. "She told me she was glad to have you depend on her."
Vaughn blushed. "She told you everything?"
"Yes animal dealer, even about the sexual frustration you seemed to display while she walked out of the shower and you suddenly stopping-" Lily was interrupted by Vaughn's hurried demands to stop.
Lily sighed. "Look Vaughn, there is to be a party in the meadow to celebrate this odd custom called you people call the 'Pumpkin Festival.'" She said. "Chelsea will attend, not expecting you to show up. Go to the party and make things correct; to others when you aren't together you two look so vulnerable."
Lily walked over to Nick to pick up her order. "Chelsea needs you as much as you need her."
With those final words, Lily walked out of the diner. Vaughn sat at the diner pondering how to make up with his girlfriend.
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Vaughn watched from a distance as Chelsea scampered all over the islands. She seemed the busiest during fall. She somehow roped him into helping her before the Harvest Festival took place. It was only the first year and yet miracles seemed to grace these islands the minute Chelsea arrived.
She was currently foraging for mushrooms on Mushroom Island.
"Vaughn, can you stop watching and help me? There are a lot of mushrooms on this island during fall."
Vaughn grumbled under his breath and grabbed the basket Chelsea brought on the Island with them.
Vaughn was picking up mushrooms when he heard Chelsea suddenly shriek. Dropping everything, he ran full speed over to Chelsea. She was breathing erratically; a lone bead of sweat fell down her forehead. An oddly dressed boy stood in front of her with a spear pointed at her face.
"Chelsea!"
Vaughn jumped in front of Chelsea angrily. He pushed the boy on the ground creating distance between Chelsea and the offending spear.
"If you harm even a hair on her body, I'll destroy you." He said with killer intent.
Chelsea's hand fell on Vaughn's shoulder. He turned around to see her laughing; staring at her as if she was insane, he asked her what was so funny.
"You were, look at poor Shea's face."
Vaughn stared at the boy. He was dark; he had brown hair in an odd hairstyle and he wore some kind of tribal clothing. He had a shocked look on his face, almost like a kicked puppy.
"Vaughn this is Shea, he is a native on the island; he was showing me his new spear, but he put it too close for my comfort so I screamed out of reflex."
Vaughn said nothing, just feeling rather foolish that he put on a commotion like that. The boy got up and looked over at Chelsea.
"Shea is sad. Shea not mean to anger Chelsea's man."
At that point, Chelsea's laughter ceased. A rosy blush crossed her face and her speech became inconsistent and hurried.
"W-WH-WHAT ARE Y-OU SA-SAYING SH-EA, H-HE IS-ISN'T, I ME-MEAN, W-E…" Chelsea sputtered.
"You not Chelsea's man? Chelsea look like your woman. You smell like Chelsea." He said. "Chelsea, he not deny being your man, you not like your man?"
"Shea, Vaughn is my friend not my… man, I like Vaughn a lot… I mean… What do you mean he smells like me?"
"Shea smells… mate instincts on both Chelsea and Chelsea's man."
Vaughn was shocked into silence. He couldn't believe this wild child just called them mates, called Chelsea his woman and vice versa. But the most shocking thing was that he didn't deny it because he didn't want to.
"Vaughn, would you tell Shea we aren't involved." Chelsea pleaded to him.
Vaughn, being the gentleman he is, grumbled and walked off towards Kirk's boat.
"Shea right. Chelsea too modest. Chelsea's man not deny being Chelsea's man. Be proud, Chelsea's man jump to protect Chelsea, Man cares for his woman." Shea smiled with complete innocence at his words.
Chelsea just put a rather large fish in Shea's hand and ran off towards Vaughn who sat in the boat in his grumpy mood.
Before they knew it, time had passed quickly and they went to the Harvest Festival. Chelsea stood with Lily and Lanna, while Vaughn sat at the corner of the meadow with Denny. Soon enough Will came to pursue Lily and Lanna walked over to Denny.
"Chelsea, you should go and sit with Vaughn, I'm sure he'd appreciate your company over everyone else." Denny smiled slyly.
Chelsea ignored Denny's insinuations and playfully socked him in the shoulder before walking over to Vaughn.
"Hey Vaughn, are you enjoying the stew?" Chelsea asked sitting next to him.
"Yeah, I can taste your vegetables in the stew." He smiled. "Hard work always pays off."
"Are you actually complementing me?" Chelsea asked.
"Don't let it go to your head, pretty girl, I'm just saying what I think."
Chelsea just giggled. Peering into Vaughn's bowl, she noticed everything was eaten except for small lumps of carrots.
"Gosh Vaughn, you won't even try my carrots?" Chelsea sighed. "You know, I worked hard on those too."
Vaughn looked over at Chelsea. "Yeah I tasted that too, unfortunately I bit one by accident."
Chelsea laughed. "Well I guess that's fine, I won't force you like Julia did."
"Yeah but you stood up for me that time. I never knew Julia hated fish that much, now I know what to tell her when she forces me to eat carrots."
"Oh that was nothing. If you don't like them, then you don't, I won't fault you for that."
"Um, Vaughn… Well sorry about Shea earlier, he isn't too educated on the modern ways of life now."
"It's okay; I found it rather amusing to be called 'Chelsea's man.'" He smirked at the farmer.
"Hardy har, you never denied it so I guess you don't mind being called 'Chelsea's man.'"
Vaughn was silent. 'Nope, I don't mind being called your man if anything else, that's what I want to be.'
Chelsea leaned her head on Vaughn's tough shoulder. "Well I just wanted to say thanks for jumping in to protect me, I appreciate that." She said calmly. "It's nice to know… someone actually cares to have me around."
"Chelsea, it's different than the city, everyone loves you here, if a person can't see how great a personality you have, well then screw them."
Chelsea smiled staring out into the sea. Maybe being called 'Vaughn's woman' wasn't sounding so terrible after all.
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Chelsea was currently brushing Cream, her prize winning cow. Her other two cows were trying to cheer her up, but their tries went unsuccessful. She wanted to forget everything that happened and just focus on her work. But everything reminded her of her stupid boyfriend.
Yuri watched Chelsea work; she sadly walked to the corner of the barn. I fear I may have upset my lovely angel.
Chelsea walked over to Yuri with contempt. "It's your turn Yuri."
Cream shot a look over at Yuri. Told you so, Vaughn is more important to Chelsea than you could ever imagine; and more than you as well.
Yuri ignored the cow; she did feel regretful, not for what she did but how it affected her chestnut haired beauty. Oh you blue- eyed temptress, why must you love that purple eyed degenerate.
Custard quipped. Hey Shakespeare, shut up with the sonnets, Chelsea ain't interested.
Yuri ignored the comment awaiting her pat and kiss on the head. Chelsea just brushed her and milked her without so much of a comment and walked out the barn.
Oh my goodness, my fair skinned siren has left me without any sign of affection. Yuri let out a moo in disapproval.
Are you always this dramatic in speech? Pudding asked irritated.
Yuri, you are officially on Chelsea's shit- list. Cream responded.
All I did was set my maiden free of the silver haired beast that tried to separate us.
Yuri, you are a cow, Chelsea is a human. It is impossible; Give. Her. Up. Custard retorted.
Yuri was deflated. She loved Chelsea, but maybe attacking the cowboy wasn't the smartest idea. She hated to admit it, but Chelsea seemed temporarily taken with that man. Yuri had watched as the two shared a kiss and she ran full force into the cowboy, who was much stronger than he appeared. His arm received more of the impact and dislocated the man's shoulder.
Chelsea was devastated; she left Yuri in the barn and ran to Vaughn who was leaning against the wall. She grabbed his side and walked him out of the barn hurriedly towards her house.
Chelsea, who was now in her bed, had started to consider selling Yuri. She didn't want to give up on Yuri like that, after all she was a present from Vaughn and she grew attached to the cow. But every time she looked at Yuri, all she could see was the day she injured Vaughn. She harbored ill feelings towards the cow and it ate her up inside.
She remembered that first week of fall like everything happened yesterday. She looked at the black Stetson on the nightstand.
Flashback
It was fall 6, the day after the cow festival. Chelsea was on cloud nine; Yuri had competed proudly and won first place. She walked out of her house happily. Vaughn stood there with a small smirk gracing his usual stoic features.
"I heard the good news from Mirabelle and Julia. Congratulations, I knew you could win this year."
"It's the first time I've actually won one of these farming festivals." She smiled. "Come on, I need to milk the cows."
"I'll help with the chickens. I'll come see you when I finish."
Chelsea nodded walking off towards the barn. When she entered, Yuri was walking proudly, strutting off in front of the other cows. Chelsea walked over patting Yuri on the head and walked over to the other cows to show them her affection.
She got to work right away, brushing, cleaning and milking the cows. By time she finished Vaughn sauntered in calmly. Chelsea ran into Vaughn and embraced him.
"What's that for?" He asked.
"For just being here… I really feel amazing around you." She smiled brilliantly.
Vaughn said nothing and returned the hug. He felt the same way, he always felt an odd pull towards Chelsea, but he conveyed his feelings more through actions than words.
Vaughn leaned in to kiss Chelsea. Their lips connected in an innocent peck. When Vaughn released Chelsea, he saw Yuri charging at him as fast as she could run. He was caught off guard and used the side of his shoulder to take the force of the attack. Yuri staggered from Vaughn's defense but she felt something snap in Vaughn's arm.
Vaughn groaned and staggered against the barn's walls. He slid on to the floor clutching his arm in excruciating pain. He couldn't move his right arm without serious effort. Chelsea was silent, shocked from the sudden display of aggression that Yuri displayed.
Chelsea ran to Vaughn's left side and grabbed his torso. She gently led him out of the barn sending Yuri the coldest look she could muster before closing the doors to the barn.
"Vaughn, can you walk to my house or do you need assistance?" She asked.
"Let me go to Mirabelle's shop, I can handle myself-"
"NO! You are going to walk to my house and that is out of the question!" Chelsea said frantically.
Vaughn stared at Chelsea with wide eyes as she grabbed him again and walked across the field and to the front door of the house. She opened the door with speed and laid him on her bed gently.
She called Doctor Trent to come as fast as he could. He arrived at her house two hours later. He diagnosed Vaughn; he said he dislocated his shoulder and that he needed a full week of rest from work. Upon hearing that, Chelsea called Mirabelle, and told her to call Vaughn's employer and explain what happened. Trent left her some painkillers for Vaughn and told her to call in case something else happens.
Vaughn sighed; He couldn't believe that cow tried to take him out. Now he was out of work for a week. He felt something drip on his cheek. When he looked up, he was shocked. The sight of Chelsea silently sobbing over him was heartbreaking. She was clutching his Stetson in her hands and tears fell uncontrollably. Vaughn attempted to sit up, the sling for his arm getting in his way.
"Chelsea, why are you crying? Stop it, it's hard to watch." He said. "I need you to smile, brighten up this little situation."
Chelsea looked up at him shocked by his out of character behavior. "But Vaughn, you… Yuri could have killed you."
"That little heifer? She's nowhere near the size that could kill me; she's still a petite cow." He shrugged.
"Vaughn I'm serious, If something happened to you, I don't think I could handle life."
"Chelsea, that's serious, you should never say things like that." He said. "I love you; I don't want to hear you say you'll suffer because of me."
Vaughn rubbed her cheek. "Now stop crying, I can't stand it when you're sad."
Chelsea leaned in to kiss Vaughn, who returned the kiss calmly. She pulled away and excused herself to wash her face.
That week went by agonizingly slow for Vaughn and too fast for Chelsea. She cooked for him, talked with him and cuddled with him before they fell asleep. Chelsea loved this feeling of coming home to him, as if they were married. He was always uncomfortable about the situation and not to mention the sleeping together in bed part, but that's because he thought of dirty things.
By the end of the week, Vaughn was able to remove the sling and return to work. The last day of the recovery week, Vaughn woke up with a painful problem. He looked around hoping Chelsea wasn't near him. He let out a breath of relief until Chelsea walked out of the bathroom, sporting a thin white towel wrapped around her thin frame. Vaughn's breath hitched and his problem now painfully throbbing.
Chelsea looked over at Vaughn's strained expression and ran over to him quickly.
"Vaughn what's wrong? Is it your arm again?"
Vaughn didn't move, for fear that his body would move against his will. Chelsea wasn't getting the hint. She let her towel drop slightly so she could check on Vaughn, revealing a good portion of her upper torso.
Vaughn without thinking flipped the positions and had Chelsea pinned underneath him. Her towel opened revealing her body completely. Vaughn was relying on his instincts at this point. Chelsea was stunned by Vaughn's sudden impulse. She hadn't realized fully what was going on except for the fact that she liked it. Vaughn was doing everything possible to her body, caressing, feeling, nibbling and much more. However, as soon as Vaughn's little 'attack' started, it had ended just as fast and he tossed himself off of the bed; Chelsea rose up, completely disheveled.
"Vaughn, what the hell was that?" She asked rather angry.
"Chelsea, I'm sorry, I had no idea, I was acting irrational."
"Why would you stop like that?" Chelsea sighed, knowing what was coming.
"I took advantage of your kindness!" Vaughn responded. "You obviously wanted me to stop, you were tense as ever."
"It's called sexual tension Vaughn, what do you want me to do when you are so still and then you suddenly try to jump my bones?"
"So you didn't like it?"
"I said I was surprised Vaughn, god I told you if I didn't want you to do something I would have stopped you. You can be so dense sometimes." She said getting up.
"I can be dense? You're the one with a cow that tries to attack me all the time, but all you do is laugh, take responsibility for your animals!"
"What? Are you insulting me now, because my cow doesn't know any better!" Chelsea asked. "Don't take out your frustrations on me!"
"Well you cause my frustrations almost all the time!"
"You're awful! You're barely on the damn island; you're so obsessed with acting like a gentleman that you're missing the big picture! I'm your girlfriend, not the annoying pretty girl that you tried to push away from becoming close to you! We're supposed to be intimate. But I guess you're still too cold to understand that."
"If I'm too cold for you, maybe you should have just gone after Denny or someone else." He said angrily.
However he strongly regretted it because of the words that left Chelsea's lips. "Maybe I would have been better off with one of them."
Before she could recover that hurtful statement, she turned around to face a wide open door and an empty spot. The only thing left of Vaughn's presence was his beloved black Stetson on her nightstand.
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Vaughn was walking around sadly. He watched as the little kids ran around looking for candy. Everyone seemed to be enjoying themselves. Some of the islanders even dressed up. Julia dressed up as a princess and Elliot matched her outfit as a prince. Lanna was a mermaid and Denny was a Pirate; and some of the other older residents made costumes as well.
Vaughn never liked the Pumpkin Festival. Those were the days that the kids would tease him mercilessly.
"Country boy, whatcha dressin' up as?"
"Don't be stupid; freaky over here wears his costume every day."
"That's a costume? I thought he was just born ugly."
Vaughn could hear the nasty remarks just playing in his head. No one was there to stand up for him or protect him. No one cared about him or tried to befriend him because he looked different.
No one loved him… except Chelsea. Chelsea was the only one who tried so hard to befriend him, the one who paid attention to simple things about him and she was the only one, as far as he could remember told him she loved him more than anything and said it publicly for all to hear.
But he pushed her away again, because he was afraid that he would mess things up between them. Now he had to apologize and pray Chelsea wasn't planning on giving up on him.
"Hey mister cowboy man, where's Chelsea?" Eliza asked.
"Yeah, where's lady, mister?" Charlie asked right behind the girl.
"What do you mean?"
"Well she's not with you, she looked so sad today." Eliza said. "She's pretty, but she always looks her prettiest when she's with you, of course not prettier than me, right Charlie?"
Charlie quickly agreed that Eliza was the prettiest on the island. "No offense mister, Chelsea is still pretty though!"
Vaughn shook his head and walked away. It was six p.m. the party must have started since all of Verdure and Sprout Island was empty. With absolute determination, he walked over to Kirk's boat and asked him to go to Meadow Island. He reached up to tip his hat on his head only to feel his hair; he forgot that Chelsea had his hat.
The boat docked into the port and Kirk told Vaughn to enjoy himself before Vaughn walked off. Vaughn walked around aimlessly, watching as everyone spoke happily to each other. Felicia was standing in a fairy godmother outfit greeting everyone. Taro was being loud and boisterous as usual. Vaughn shook his head at the display of all the people enjoying themselves on such a horrid holiday. This holiday was created as an excuse to make fools of themselves and hurt others.
"Hey cowboy, guess you didn't need a costume after all, your regular get- up does the job." A voice called from behind.
"Sure whatever you say, Denny the dingbat." Vaughn quipped.
Denny laughed. "Hey man, where's that beloved hat of yours? Actually this is the first time I've seen you without that thing."
"I left it somewhere…" Vaughn muttered. "Bad things happened…"
"Heh, of course I know where your hat is, buddy." Denny laughed.
Suddenly he became serious. "It's sitting over there, and she misses her companion."
Vaughn looked over to the far edge of Meadow Island. Chelsea was sitting down decked out in a cowgirl outfit. She wore a cow-print shirt and tight black tube top underneath that stopped above the short denim miniskirt she wore. She wore a pair of brown cowgirl boots and on her head was a brown Stetson identical to Vaughn's. In her lap was Vaughn's trademark black Stetson; it was easy to see that she had quite a grasp on that hat.
Lily was next to her and Lanna was standing by Lily. Chelsea was just staring off into the ocean, while Lanna and Lily were trying and failing to create a conversation with her. Vaughn looked over at Lily who stared back at him. Lily turned around and nudged Lanna, who looked over in Vaughn's direction. Lanna was obviously displeased with Vaughn, but she held her tongue and walked away with Lily.
"Remember animal dealer, she needs you as much as you need her. You two were made for each other." Lily said to Vaughn as they passed her.
Vaughn nodded, grateful towards Lily's understanding nature. He walked towards Chelsea and sat down next to her.
"Well, hello little lady, you look rather lonely."
"Well I seem to have lost my cowboy." She said sadly. "He even left behind his beloved Stetson."
"Hmm, that's unfortunate, you know, I also lost my little rancher, as matter of fact she looks a lot like you." Vaughn smiled. "She just wears more modest clothing."
Chelsea looked over at Vaughn. Tears were falling from her blurry eyes and rolling down her reddened face.
"I know it's pathetic; it was only a month, but the argument ended on such bad terms I hadn't the slightest idea of where we stood."
"Chelsea it was hard for me to stay away from you for so long. We let things that were bothering us slip out in bad ways." Vaughn said. "I thought we needed space, but that's stupid seeing how we only see each other twice a week."
Chelsea was going to say something but Vaughn stopped her. "You're always picking up for me, but I never truly express myself to you, because I'm afraid I'll mess up and then I'll lose you."
"Vaughn, I won't ever leave you, even if we break up, which I pray to the Goddess that we don't, I won't stop loving you even if it's as friends." Chelsea spoke.
"I realized how much I truly love you Chelsea, I'm sorry I couldn't be open with you before, but I'll try now Chelsea."
Chelsea smiled. "So does that mean that you still like being Chelsea's man?"
"Of course; as much as I hope you like being Vaughn's woman."
Chelsea looked at him. "Well even if I wanted to stop, everyone else is hooked up on this island, so I'm stuck with you."
Vaughn scowled as Chelsea laughed. "Of course, that was a joke."
Chelsea took Vaughn's hat and placed it on his head, while also moving in to give him a kiss on the lips. His hands reached over and grabbed her waist tightly over to him. By the time they finished, Chelsea's body managed to end up in Vaughn's lap.
"Best Pumpkin Festival ever." Vaughn smiled.
So what did ya think? Pretty good or did it suck badly? Well at any case, I should mention my favorite part to write was Shea's little insinuations. I loved little moments with Shea; I also pictured them having a conversation like this one day. So anyway the next chapter is the last one, unfortunately. I loved writing this little story, but I will make a Lily x Will spinoff that takes place the same time as this story's events. After that I'll probably make cute little one-shots here and there especially for Tale of Two Villages. So until next time!