Chapter Three: Vigilant Meeting

AN: (Sarah here to bring you the next part of the Farmers journey to winning mikhails trust. I don't town any characters fcom harvest moon of batman. BTw we've been away a bit as Julianna has been in Africa and I've been to busty to write mucx.)

The farmer had made up her mind as she lft the house in the dead of night and doned her backpack: she was going to find Mikhail and profess her live for him. She had been careful to provide him with all his favourite things, and was sure he felt the same too. He was such a sensitive sool, that she knew she would have to be the one to break fast She had intended to sell all her cattle at first light, so that at least they would ntot starve. She wasn't sure how long she would be away a

Nd the last thing she need was the barn full of rotten corpses when she and her love finally returnex. However, she had forgotten that the farm shop waz clodsed thqt day

It was sunrise and mecha chicken had been on the road all night and day to escape ths valley. She had never realised just hnow remote the villages of konononhana and Bluebell were in the world, for all she had seen was an endless stretcg of fields, dilapidated buildings and abandoned farm equiptment. The poor cart had never been beyond her home, having been crafted within the valley and the farmer being her only owner todd date. She started to wonder if there actually was nothing beyond the world she knew... just an endless wstretch of grass and treesd waiting for the slow but eventual expansion of the villages. What if she went on forever and never found the fulfilment that she was after? As her wheels bumpier and clanged over the rocky path of the road, a noise to her right caught her attention. There in ther field was a scarrcrow, slumped in his pole. It looked like he was struggling to do something. It saw the glint of ate carts' metal and started struggling of er to the wall that bordered the road and field. Mecha was taken aback, as she had seen many scarecrows in her life, but n ot one that he'd metal cans attached to its face. Whoever made him must have been a tad odd in their head. And now a spirit had losses it. Maybe one of the mythical harvest sprites was b eing mischeevious? The bag of hey lumbered towards her, arms outstretched to reveal Lego claws attached to the arms off his sack tunic. Before mecha could move away, a colour cloud of gas exploded in to her face and the world weren't pink and wriggled, like flowers in the eye. Or maggots in pink oil. She rocked on haxels, unsure of what was happening. She should have been. Scared, but something wonderful was happening. The gas was making her itch to be filled. She wanted to be a bulging kart, frowning under the weight of an foxed haul that threaten to split her at the sides. But las, the gas would n ot be filling her, merely giving her the urge s to find something large and satisfying. She whirled around in. The bunk haze, trying to move, to find a solid objet that would signify they the world she knew was still aroun d her someher. AND THEN theses was a high pitched beepp and the world went blue.

The real world slowly appeared again. The pink haze was gon e but nothing looked familar. Mecha chicken appeared t some sort of cave, dximly likt b y flmelss lights. Bats were flying aroun d the roof. An d the low rumble of mae voices could be heard in the distance. She tried to move, but found she was fixed in place on some sort off metal platform. She looked round,.. and her eyes fell on the most beautiful site ever. A shiny, curvatioujs black vehical sat nearby, the polish on her metal so perfect that meca could see her own shiny surface reflected in it. What it actually was, she did not know. It had the wheels of a v ery expensive and odd looking cart... b Utd nowhere for a horse to hook up.

"So you're awake." Said a sleek, sultry voice. One of theround things on the front flashed a bright light momen fairly.

"Wow" was all mecha could bring herself to say. A slight hum came from the grate at the front of the wonderful thing, like a purring cat.

"Don't try and move yet darling" the black kart said, in an accet mecha didn't recognise. "They're going it to a arty soon. And then..." she flipped a bar across the odd glass front of herself "... we"ll have the whole bat cave to ourselves for an evening." There was a glint on her light that made Mecha chicken tingle with excitment... how could she not b e? She was tied down , in an unknown, sharply likt place, and bred as the the most beautiful machine ever sat in front of her, giving promises of... well... som within good she hoped.

".I... when're am I? And wha are you?" She stammmered, [rolling a tad on her wheels so that she could feel the restraining chains tighten against her slightly. The humming noises purred agains.

"We can. Talk more when they're gone." Her voice had suddenly dropped volume and footsteps were approaching. "Quiet now. Wait until i give the all clear." At that moment, two men in suits came into view. On ed brawny, the other fairly skinny looking.

" Enjoy whatever it is you do when. You're not twitching curtains at Gpotham" the brawny on e said, don into a long black coat.

"Oi wiw' sir. And you try no' to ge' yourself kiwed sir" The skiing one replied.

"I'll try not to albert. Besides, i want to take a closer look at this thing. No idea if it's the scarecrows or not but we'll see." Both vanished through a doorway.

After five min utes of silence, the black cart moved forwards and turned slightly to reveal a large b at symbol on. Her side.

"I'm. Mecha chicken." Came a breathless whisper as she took in all throws unfamiliar curves. There was a honk of a horn.

"M echa chicken?!" She snorted at her. "What sort of name is thst?" Mecha felt hurt.

"It's... what I am. So that's my name. Like dragon or ufo or shine... don't your people call you what you are?" Tje black cart stopped laughing.

"Well... yes... they ear... they do..." she turned her wheels sheepishly from side to side. "I'm... I'm the Bat mobile." Mecha was silent.

"Why am i so fun n y then?"

" b ecause you didn't give yourself something nice that you want dad. I personally like to be calle Pricilla.. not tht i gave many friends to call me that. I'm not let out on my own v ery much. But you... oh I'm going to have fun with you my darling. Sadly, i never get chance to tlk to other cars, let alone get to exert some... energy... with them... i have needs you see, just like an y other vein g and i am long overdue attention. Being lovingly valetted and polished, driven and spoken too by the same man are all very good, but i still n see to feed my own desires. And n ow, i can."

Mecha chicken quivered.

"So do i! I. Set off from the farm to find something to satisfy the gaping hole i feel inside me. I feel so empty Pricilla! Fill me! M and me yours!" A sudden siren went off . A wailing noise that was ear piercing. It stopped suddenly.

"My apologies. It happens when. I get a bit...excited." Orescilla explined. "... it was you begging that did it. Deactivating it now so that we won't be disturbed." She flashed her headlight and suddenly jumped on the ju suspecting mecha.

"I'm going to take you mecha. I'm going to make you feel pain and pleasure all at the same tim e. She rammed open hmechas doors and and slammed one of hers inside. The cart clucked and and felt her entire being strain against the chains that nound her.

"You'll. be covering and begging for more when I've finished which you. Now LET ME PUT MY WIPER INTO YOUR KEYHOLE! Mecha did not have time to mention that she did not have a keyhole- everybody in the Valeey had been honest and locked and keys we're never required. Before she knew it, SHE HAND BEEN GIEVEN A KEYWHOLE! The clucking was so loud that it set the bats up above into a frenzy. Guano rained down on them as they took flight and formed a momentary whirlwind around them before settling somewhere else. The constant revving from Pricilla made a cloud of toxic fu new tat forced them away .

"Tuners!" She yelled triumphantly. "You're min e! Do you want more? If so, you beg! Now1 beg me, go on, beg me to put my exhaust pipe in your back axel! DOL IT!" She retracted her wiper and slammed her down into mecha.

"Fill me! Mecha yelled. "Please fill me batcilla! I beg you, climb iN to me!£ Priscilla yanked on mecha's chain sad heard a cluck of surprise.

"That's not what i told Holy to stay! "

Mecha gasped again at the chains tightewning again- she was sure it would ding her metal. What would the farmer say if she returned lookin g like a piece of scrap metal? But she couldn't 't dwell on that now. Not she n she was on the cusp of having such a sleek, sexy, sofisticated horse-free cart inside her... all she could think of was how much she wanted that.

"PUT YOUR PIPE IN MY ANXEL! I beg you!" She felt something hard, metalic and long slip into her axel, the bat guano makin g it slippery.

"That's it mecha you bad girl. Feel me!" She thrust the exhaust pipe backwards and forwards, dislodging mecha's mechanism again so that as she rocked slightly on her axels, the rhythmic cluckin g began once more.

"Be quiet!" Pricilla dried, repeatedly throwing her self forwards and and then back in to reverse.

"I can't . You've fixed my mechanism!"

"I said be quiet!" A sudden fire explosion engulfed the side of mecha as an andry Priscilla deployed her flamethrower at mecha, blackening her previously polished metal and almost melting her head. Mecha jammed on her. Breaks to try and prevent the noise. It just about worked. All of a sudden, a spurt of black smoke erupted from pricillas exhaust, as her cataclitic converter had just malfunctioned with the pleasure of it all. Her alarm went off for a few seconds before she managed to gain control.

"Nose..." she panted as the bats were sent in to meltdown with the noise, and a girl waved of bat poo defended on them like a waterfall.

"Now, i'll give you want you want." She retracted her exhaust and lin ed herself back u with mecha's doors.

The cart was suffering a mixture of pan and abject pleasure. She didn't know what to think of this new way of pleasure. The fire hadn't hurt, it just made her feel dirty, like she often dealt after a winter of Valdez that coated heir in soil amd mud. She just felt like she need a wash. But now...

" I'M COMING M ECHA!" Pricilla slammed down hard and rocketed into the back f mecha and began to constantly stall her engine. Mecha could not stop clucking. It felt so good, thought she now realised that Pricilla just wasn't big enough to give her the total, mind boggling satisfaction she craved. But the bat mobile was finding traction difficult, as the slurry of bat dropping was making everything far too slippery for her tires to cope.

"MORE FASTER!" She yelled.

"I can't1 i can't get a drip on. You!" Mecha cried inside- she was so close1 so close now and pricilla was almost static. Amd then...

"QUICK! Back to our positions!" The car yelled and retracted herself. She revwersed back to where she had been as the secure doors somewhere abouve began grinding open. There was nt much mecha could do- she was still tethered by the chains.

"Close your doors1 tehy're coming back the matbomile hissed. They clanged shut just as footsteps came into the cave. The skinny man alfred appeared. He stared in horror at the black and white bat mess that was coating everything, including the Bat Mobile. He winced as he looked up into the ceiling to check where the malls were, not wanting his favourite suit to become spoilt.

"Oh gawd... Mr. Wayne's no gonna loik this..." he ginger acccessed the cctv records , having fewest difficulty trying to work it through the bat dropping a with a pencil. Sadly Bruce had a thing for touch screens and so the pencil would not register. He donned his latex gloves that he kept for cleaning up bruce's crap and accessed the log. He watched pricilla roll forwards, her alarm go off and then a shot of hot guano engulfed the camer lense, sending it offlin e for the rest of the night.

"Oi'll ge the toowbox in the mornin." He sighed and went of to serve himself some Horlicks before he would inevitably have to strap up some sort of broken appendige when B rice got back from what was supposed to be. Sim pls social gathering.

The farmer entered the boundries of gotham just as evening was decanting. She looked around for signs of mikhil and was delighted to find that there was a party going on in the large building that had the words Starke Industries. All kinmds of people were going to be there, in cluding musicians to provide entertainman t. Mikhail might be there! She clutched her bag of almost fresh boiled tofu to impress him with. She just had to find a nice putfit nd a way to get in without an invitations..

AN: ( And so concludes another portion of the farmers journey to true love. How will she get into the party? Stay tuned for the next installment!)