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Darkness filled the screen as a bright yellow glow slowly appeared, followed by numerous gold and silver stars illuminated the center, taking the form of letters with every passing second.
And lo, in perfect cursive were the words...
Stellar Wishes
Yet as the words shimmered to life, a small ball of light flew towards the title and tapped the title, causing it to burst into bright gold stardust as everything went black.
Stellar Wishes: Chapter Seven, Big Coquette Romance.
Series/Film: The Adventures of Ichabod and Mr. Toad, The Legend of Sleepy Hollow (Disney version).
Scenario: What if Tilda fell in love with...Katrina Van Tassel?!
Inspiration(s): TubbyToons' Tilda's Plan Image Set [Colored versions by salmonbro on Deviantart, original works by TubbyToons are on either YouTube or DA, the original appearance of Katrina Van Tassel in Washington Irving's The Legend of Sleepy Hollow book.
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-North America, New York, Sleepy Hollow-
The sun's early light slowly rose into the sky on the horizon as the camera focused upon a small yet quaint village, situated within a valley, the brick made homes and almost symbiotic wooded farmland dotting around the area as everything seemed...peaceful, almost completely still except for the birds chirping in the distance.
Yet, as the camera zoomed towards the town, the shadows of yesterevening slowly retracting from it's full power to tiny recesses of darkness due to the sun's radiance, a feline shadow began to form on a nearby tavern wall, seemingly forming right on top of a wooden bench.
And lo...right under a sign that read 'Ye Ole Schnooker and Schnapps Shoppe' was...a VERY familiar winged cat, who smiled at the screen with his usual nonchalant grin.
"Ah, hello fellow readers and happy Halloween, or early/late Halloween if this chapter gets posted before/after said holiday. Welcome to late seventeen hundred Sleepy Hollow, home of all sorts of spooks and ghouls that fester under the surface of this relatively safe village, hidden away from most changes sans the ravages of time. Now you're wondering, what scary and spine chilling What If will happen in this chapter?"
"Chirp chirp!"
The camera quickly zoomed upwards for a brief moment, revealing a flock of blue jays that flew towards the screen before vanishing into the horizon, just as the screen was re-focused on a small blue painted house with a white double door near the left end of the dirt street.
"Will it feature Katrina being the Headless Horseman's family spirit protector due to the real world fact that a Hessian soldier DID save a baby from the Van Tassels during the Revolutionary War? Will it reveal a world ravaged by zombies? A world where Ichabod BECOMES the Headless Horseman? Oh, will it have a version of Katrina that's secretly a witch!?"
As the winged feline slowly flew off the bench and right towards the doorway, his form shifting from a bestial form to the shape of a tall fair skinned man wearing a blue vest, a short sleeved white shirt, light yellow trousers, black shoes and holding a large yellowish blue oak trunk covered in bobcat fur over his left shoulder, as the camera quickly entered through the window and into a fine kitchen with green painted walls and fine maple wood cabinets.
And currently standing over a tall box shaped oven planted within the brick chimney base on the far side of the room was a short plump fair skinned young woman with short black hair that covered her left eye and sported two small tuffs on her head, black eyes, a small nose, a J cup chest and large ass, a thick chin, plump cheeks, plump arms and legs, a large gut, wearing a dark green short sleeved gown with a white trim around the sleeves, a white petticoat, an aqua apron that was tied in the back into a large bow, light green leggings and black ballet shoes, who seemed to be in a foul mood as she was in the middle of preparing a pie for later on in the day.
"Mmmm, I do hope Mr Ichabod enjoys this apple pie, I do know he loves my cooking." she said to herself while carefully tending to the fire. "He always compliments it so...I know he will like this."
"Well dear readers...it's none of those things." the now disguised entity said with a smirk. "It's actually a story of...oh you'll find out soon enough."
Knock knock.
"Huh? Who is it?"
"Silverware for sale, cookery and iron cast pans for only a few Continentals...or anything to barter if you don't have anything."
"Oh, I will be right there." she said while quickly walking to the front door and opened it, only to look up to face the taller man's face. "Oh..."
"I get that a lot, no need to worry. Names Rommel Von Vangst by the way, my friends just call me Rom, traveling peddler by trade and occasional gossiper on the side." he said while rubbing his small black beard with his right hand. "Mind if I take a seat? This trunk has been making my back ache since last night."
"Oh yes, come on. I was just about to prepare breakfast for myself."
"Much obliged, but...you are having pie for breakfast?" Rom asked while walking into the household and sat on a nearby wooden chair, his trunk slumped right on the floor near his feet.
"Oh, the pie isn't for breakfast, it's for the schoolmaster."
"Ah, Ichabod Crane."
"Yes, you know him?"
"Indeed, I actually met him up in Connecticut a few years back, just before he left for his first real job here in quaint Sleepy Hollow. Even sold him a fine piece of frying pan, topnotch and just forged from a blacksmith in Boston...unfortunately he lost it somewhere in and around the Green Mountains of Vermont. Something about getting harassed by a 'spook' or something like that." Rom said with a sigh as he saw the shorter woman walking back towards the kitchen. "So what is for breakfast, miss?"
"Tilda Frizhurbert, and it's fried eggs and ham today. Fresh from the market, nothing special really."
"I see." he said calmly while internally thinking of a certain 'dashing rogue' from a little kingdom named Corona. "Well, I have here some of the best kitchen items this side of the Hudson, if you want to take a peak before breakfast that is?"
"..."
"Oh come on, my wares are safe to handle."
"...alright, let me see what you have." Tilda said while walking out of the kitchen, again, and moved towards Rom's trunk, just as the taller man opened it up and revealed...several strange and unusual items of varying quality, from glass bottles to iron appliances.
"Now here." the peddler said while pulling out an electric waffle maker from the trunk with his right hand, only to see what he just pulled out and quickly replaced it with a cast iron frying pan. "...um...oops. That one isn't for sale. But this frying pan is on sale and guaranteed to prevent sticking or grime."
"Oh...um, but I already have a frying iron."
"...I see, what about this coffee pot?" Rom asked while pulling out a fine silver coffee pot. "Just been made and never been used."
"No, I already have one."
"I see, but!" he said while pulling out a long human sized broom from the trunk. "This broom made out of pure thistles would help you in any kitchen stain related situation, all for half price if you act now!"
"No thanks." she said while a little confused on how such a long broom could even fit inside that trunk.
"Oh...um...a bag of pumpkin seeds?"
"Why would I need that? I have some in the cupboard."
"...an unused and copper lined cauldron?"
"No thank you."
'Ooooh, one tough cookie this one is, and I've sold to worse customers in my eternity. Like that Scrooge that somehow became the God of Money after obtaining ten bajillion dollars in a single day. Mmmm...better get the plot back up and running...and maybe sell something that might help her out.' he thought to himself before putting the broom back into the trunk. "Mmmm, say Tilda, what IS your relationship to Ichabod anyway?"
She lightly blushed while trying to resist making a moan at the mention of the schoolmaster's name. "O-Oh, he's just a new resident that helps around, even teaches the Ladies of Sleepy Hollow Choral Society on fridays."
"Ah. So he's just a friend?"
"...mmmm."
"He IS a friend right?"
"...well...mmmm...he's um..."
"Eye candy?"
"Eh?"
"Eye candy, a stud, Adonis on earth. You know, the right guy to marry." Rom said while smirking a little.
"...well...maybe he is."
"Ah. Well, that's nice...and the pie is for him right?"
"Yes."
"Makes sense, he is a glutton even if he looks as skinny as a twig." he said while crossing his arms. "But isn't he already setting his eyes on the Van Tassel heiress? That's what I heard when I passed through Tarrytown."
Tilda's eyes narrowed in anger as Rom internally smirked at her reaction.
"Is it true?"
"She is only using him for her own merriment, she and Mr Ichabod are a terrible match for each other." she said coldly. "Especially when she coquette with every man in the village."
"Ah, so who do you think would be a better match for him?"
"Me."
"...you?"
"Yes, me."
"...well, that might be a problem." Rom said with a shrug. "You see, Katrina is the model for young beauty."
"...and?"
"And? Did you not SEE her?!" Rom said with a sarcastic tone mimicking disbelief. "She's tall, rosy cheeked, beautiful, without a blemish, well endowed, clever in mind and rich, what man WOULDN'T want someone like that as their wife? Plus...knowing him, he's a little low on cash and might want to marry into the Van Tassels for the money and food, mostly the food."
"He's not in need of money from that, he's just manipulated by Katrina. Nothing more."
'Very delusional, then again Ichabod DOES have a way with women, especially when keeping his true thoughts to himself.' he thought before sighing a little. "Well, what if I told you that I have something that'll help solve your little love triangle problem?"
Tilda's eyes widened with interest as she stared at Rom, seemingly wanting him to continue his train of thought.
"Well." he said before pulling out a small glass vial with a copper stopper from the trunk, its purple glass surface illuminating the floor when the sunlight hit it. "This right here is a special flavor enhancer I acquired during a trip to Boston. Came all the way from the East Indies and is rarer than salt."
"Really?"
"On the Lord's good name. And apparently, anything that has this enhancer's flavor will be as addicting as ale is to drunkards." Rom said with a smirk. "Princes and nobles would go to war for even a small drop of this stuff, especially when the flavor is akin to the Manna from Mose's desert 'adventure', perfectly flavored and virtually unidentifiable to anyone's tongues. All they would taste is the food, not the enhancer...but the effects will be present after a single bite of whatever food you used with this stuff."
"..."
"Well? Interested?"
"...why would princes want something that's tasteless?"
"It's tasteless, yes, but when added to any food or beverage, it'll enhance the flavor and make it more addicting." Rom said with a sigh. "Imagine, a prince from France or Austria acquiring this stuff to give their food an exotic flavor. However...there is one drawback, the enhancer's addicting properties are...uncontrollable."
"What?"
"It's true, anyone that eats the stuff would eventually go mad from the craving, which is why it's rare in the first place. If everyone had it, then the entire known civilized world would collapse into a hedonistic rampage of murderous madmen." Rom said while Tilda's eyes widened at the implication. "I'm only telling you this because I believe your problem would be solved with this little bottle."
"...how-"
"Give the Van Tassel something laced with this enhancer and she'll be clay in your hands." the peddler interrupted with a grin. "And once she's under your power, then Ichabod will eventually fall for you."
Silence filled the room as Tilda, eyes still wide in shock and disbelief, stared at the peddler with...fascination, the wheels in her head turning as the taller man smirked with glee.
"Imagine it, the heiress of Sleepy Hollow's influential farmers, someone that holds sway over the entire town with her money and clever mind, being under your beck and call. Anything you desire, Katrina will give you...all for more of the food laced with this." Rom said while swishing the bottle in his hands. "And no one will ever know besides you and me."
"...and how much is this?"
"Nothing at all." he said while placing the bottle on a nearby wooden stool. "For you, it won't be bought."
"Oh thank-"
"But! I will trade it for something of equal value."
"...but I don't have anything of value, not equal to that at least."
"Mmmmm, how about this then? I'll give you the enhancer in exchange for two things." Rom said while crossing his arms. "The thing you knew yet forgot and the thing that everyone loves yet you don't."
"...eh? Could you repeat that?"
"Sure. In exchange for the enhancer, I desire the thing you knew yet forgot and the thing that everyone loves yet you don't. I don't need them at this moment, but in the future perhaps." he said before cracking his neck a little. "I will return to Sleepy Hollow in about a year or so, maybe less, once I do then I'll get the things. In the meantime, you'll have that enhancer at your disposal and hopefully be in a better position than the one you're in currently."
"..."
"Well? Is that satisfactory for you?"
"...this isn't a trick?"
"Ma'am, I am a legitimate businessman. I don't trick anyone, especially a young lady such as you." Rom said before closing his bag and stood up. "Well, I don't want to impede your breakfast, but I just recalled I'm in a hurry. Manhattan is in need of peddlers such as myself and I don't want to miss out on the early morning 'rush'."
"Are you sure? You can stay and have something to eat before you go."
"Nah, I don't need anything at the moment, besides, I need to hurry before the best spots are taken." he said before opening the door and walked out of the home. "Farewell and expect me within a year!"
The shorter woman quickly moved towards the door to see the man off...however, upon looking out the door...
Not a trace of him was found, not even footsteps in the dusty dirt...seemingly vanishing like a specter.
Yet, in her mind, perhaps she just missed him or perhaps he was running and his footsteps weren't made properly. Either way...she felt like the peddler's offer was the saving grace to her own problem.
After all, Ichabod Crane was going to fall for her and her alone, and no manipulative Van Tassel was going to take that away from her.
'...mmmm. Perhaps that flavor enhancer would do wonders on my pie? I know she'll be around the picnic area today so why not capitalize on that to make her my servant?' Tilda thought with a smirk before walking back inside her home and locked the front door.
(Several hours later)
-Local Picnic Field-
Clop clop clop clop clop clop!
The sounds of galloping hooves echoed across the endless expanse of greenery as the camera zoomed towards a small hillside with a tall elm tree in its enter, where across a small stream and over towards another hillside, stood Tilda, who was currently standing under a semi orange leafed maple tree as a white plate full of yellow custard pastries rested in her hands.
'Knowing her, her carriage would be around the bend soon.' she thought to herself while her eyes scanned the area for her intended target. 'Especially when all the simpletons that flock around her are starting to appear...such folly those youths have. She's only using them for her own personal game, and once my plan succeeds, they'll be wiser and less faithful to that Van Tassel harlot.'
Clop clop clop clop clop!
And lo, riding along a gray cobblestone wall in a canary yellow horse buggy, was a tall slender fair skinned young woman with long strawberry blonde hair that was hidden by a white Dutch bonnet, blue eyes sporting thin black eyebrows, black eyelashes, rosy cheeks, pink lips, a D cup chest and wide ass, wearing a dark pink short sleeved gown sporting a dark pink peplum, an aqua stomacher with several black laces criss-crossing it, white trim on the sleeves, a sweetheart neckline that exposed the top of her cleavage, a black band tied around her neck, a white petticoat, a white bustle, a long knee length pink skirt, black ballet shoes, and holding a long lime parasol in her left hand, whose expression was calm yet held an air of playfulness behind her gentle smile.
[Ah, the lovely Katrina Van Tassel has arrived. Her game of 'who to woo' is about to begin at any moment...a game that only she wins...for now at any rate.]
'Ah, there she is.' Tilda thought with a smirk as the buggy stopped near a small tree, the fair Katrina stepping off as her father, Baltus Van Tassel, blew smoke from his pipe and said a few words that the shorter woman couldn't hear before riding away. 'Time to get my plan started.'
'Oh father, I'm always behaving.' Katrina thought to herself while walking down the dirt path towards the fields of grass, not really caring where she was going at the moment. 'I just like playing with men's hearts, that's all. Especially when they are so eager to help with my shopping trips.'
"Good morning, Katrina."
"Oh?" she said while looking around, not noticing Tilda standing right below her gaze. "Is someone there?"
[Ah, the flaws of being tall. Hitting your head on door frames, tripping on your legs, being spotted in a crowd of people, being mistaken for a giant by kids and, in this instance, having no incentive to look down. Classic human flaws really.]
"Down here."
Katrina blinked before looking down and let out a small gasp of surprise. "O-Oh, my apologies. I didn't see you there."
"It is fine, it happens a lot to me." 'Ignore it, ignore it!'
"I see...miss?"
"Tilda Frizhurbert." she said before moving the plate closer towards Katrina's stomach. "And I have something for you."
Katrina blinked as she stared at the plate full of custard laced pastries with confusion. "Are these tarts?"
"Custard tarts, I made them last night." she said with a smirk. "Want to have one?"
"Oh...no thank you, I'm on a diet."
"Really? That's a shame, my custard tarts are to die for." the shorter woman said with a smile, only for her to turn her back to the taller woman as if to walk away. "But oh well, I guess you're not interested in my cooking."
"It's not that...I'm just...saving my appetite for lunch." Katrina said with a hint of hesitation as she stared at the tarts like a curious cat. "I can't just eat them beforehand, it spoils the appetite, you know."
[Good choice of words there, and saving your appetite? I see her drool from here in the void of whiteness. Plus that's a lame excuse for one that made YOU food, at least taste one of them BEFORE saying you're on a diet. It's common courtesy.]
"One tart won't ruin your appetite, especially when you save it for later in a cloth."
"Mrs Frizhurbert, I don't need a tar-"
GROWL!
And just like that, Katrina's cheeks turned a light pink as the biological desire for sustenance reared its ugly head, the smell of the semi warm tarts making the rich heiress' desire for a taste move from the unconscious to the forefront of her mind...although unbeknownst to her, Tilda KNEW that no man or woman would resist a small sampling of her cooking, especially when it was offered to them upfront.
"..."
[Ha, a 17th century tsundere before it was a popular trope! Classic.]
'It looks like her stomach is in need of my tarts, perfect.'
"...um..."
"Are you sure you don't want one of my tarts?'
"I'm sure-"
GROWL!
"Mmmmm." Tilda hummed before shrugging her shoulders and was about to raise her left foot into the air. "If you're so sure about the diet, I will make my leav-"
"Aright! I will have...one tart, then I must get going. I have a busy day today and I do not want to take up your time either." Katrina said with a small sigh of reluctance as she grabbed one of the tarts off the tray with her right hand.
"Oh don't worry, you're not taking any of my time." the shorter woman said, her cheshire grin unseen to the heiress as Katrina took a bite of her homemade pastry. 'In fact, you're only handing me the deed to Ichabod's heart, one that I will gladly accept wholeheartedly.'
And lo, upon taking a simple bite from the custard filled dessert...
She felt like she somehow ascended into Paradiso and tasted the wonder of heavenly bliss...while keeping her physical body like Enoch upon his anointment to Metatron!
'THIS CUSTARD TART IS SO DELICIOUS!'
[Kinda reminds me of that red loving blonde spy after eating that box of cookies for the first time. And if you know who it is, you KNOW what exactly happened. If not...go watch the tv series, I'm not spoiling that early 2000's series.]
"Like it?" Tilda asked with a knowing smirk as Katrina stuffed the pastry into her mouth like a starved dog. "It's a family recipe."
"Nom nom nom nom nom! Oh Lord, those tarts are heavenly!" she said with a light burp before noticing that all of the tarts were gone now, much to her disappointment. "Aw, no more."
"Sorry, I only brought twelve with me. But I can make more-"
"Please do!"
"Oh? But what about your diet?"
"Hang the diet! Just give me more!" Katrina exclaimed while looking at the shorter woman with semi crazed eyes, seemingly fueled by an unrelenting craving for Tilda's pastries.
"Well...I can make more but they won't be done until tomorrow."
[Aka baiting the fish with the promise of more worms. A classic deception tactic.]
The heiress groaned as her stomach growled again, making her twirl her parasol around in her right hand with anxiousness.
"Plus don't you have a busy day today?" Tilda said with a chuckle. "A long shopping spree with your many suitors?"
"Oh my, I almost forgot." She said with realization, although her stomach clearly started to take hold in her list of priorities. "I am sorry for taking your time Miss Frizhurbert, but I must be off."
"Don't worry about it, you didn't waste my time at all. But if you want more of my pasties, stop by my home, the one a-ways past the baker's shop with the blue paint, or we can meet up somewhere here in the mornings and afternoons."
Katrina blinked, pondering the idea for a minute, before nodding. "Then it's an arrangement. As long as you bring pasties-"
"I also make good meals, not just pasties."
"Oh...um, my apologies." she said sheepishly before walking away, feeling a little embarrassed for assuming her new associate was only good at baking and nothing else. 'Oh Lord, I really messed up that time. Relax Katrina, you can wait until tomorrow for her food. Just focus on the shopping and don't think about how...heavenly the tarts were~ Mmmmmm~'
As the shorter woman turned around to see Katrina's form shrinking over the horizon, her lips slowly formed into a malicious grin as her plan was becoming a reality, the food enhancer's properties now given authenticity for its continued usage.
"It seems Rom's words speak the truth, one bite and she scarfed them down like a hog and she asked for more afterwards. Soon, she will consider me her friend and ask me to make her food in exchange for anything I want as Mr Ichabod will lose his interest in the heiress...who will then woo me instead!" Tilda said with a small chuckle before she walked away, knowing she needed more ingredients for tomorrow's 'gettogether', not noticing that a pair of cat eyes were watching her from the flat surface of a stump.
[It looks like that enhancer worked like a charm, and all thanks to me finding a timeline where the secret ingredient is produced...and that ingredient is, you say? Oh, that's easy, it's Aunt Cass' coffee bean powder, well one that was enhanced by that version of Honey to be less bitter and had very little caffeine. Unfortunately for that timeline...it also made it addicting, tasteless and started a war race to make the most 'delicious coffee in San Fransokyo'...not realizing that it also turned anyone who drank it into blob sized caffeine addicted psychopaths. Relax! That enhancer was diluted by other ingredients to NOT turn anyone into killer coffee addicts, I doubt that coffee was even popular at the time anyway. So anyhow, let's skip forward a few days and see how the results are for Tilda's fattening plan.]
(A few days later)
-Local Picnic Field-
The warm afternoon sun shone over the quiet field of grass and meandering streams as Tilda, currently sitting on a stump as a wicker basket full of custard pie rested next to her right side on a white plate, was seemingly waiting for someone to arrive.
Her eyes darted from side to side as the smell of semi warm pie lingered in the air, tempting the shorter woman into taking a sample of her own baking but her drive helped her resist the temptation.
'It is almost two, where is she?'
[Looks like she's waiting for her 'date'. Given the fact she came here early, about three hours early, that shows how dedicated she is to get Ichabod's attention placed right on her.]
'Maybe the enhancer's effects have run it's course? No, that shouldn't happen.' she thought to herself while recalling Katrina's many visits over the last few days.
Each one lasted only a few hours, like one or two before the heiress had to leave for some important event of the day, whether it was getting some groceries for her father, the latest fashions from Europe at the local shoppes, or even being a little temptress with Terrytown's currently well respected bachelors, Abraham Brom Bones and Ichabod Crane. However, each time Tilda saw the taller woman, she was...rather polite, enjoyed her cooking and always asked for seconds...after hogging out on an entire meal that is.
It was...nice, for a complicated plot of getting the man of her dreams by fattening his current affections into an unattractive glutton...but still, it WAS nice to have someone to talk to, given her circle of friends was...only filled with fair weather friends and that was it.
But this doesn't change the fact this was only a means to an end, not a gateway for friendship. Once Katrina was under her thumb, Tilda herself would get her heart's desire and then some.
'Now where is that Katrina? She's not usually this late.' she thought to herself while not noticing a figure walking towards her from down the dusty pathway to her left, seemingly struggling to maintain a smile despite looking a little...exhausted for some reason. 'Did she somehow get lost? No, that's impossible. Maybe she's out with Brom...or with Mr Ichabod? Ugh, I hope it's not the latter.'
Yet as the figure, who was revealed to be a tall semi plump fair skinned young woman with long strawberry blonde hair sporting a short neck length pigtail with a pink bow ribbon at the end, blue eyes sporting thin black eyebrows, black eyelashes, plump rosy cheeks, pink lips, semi plump arms and legs, an F cup chest and large ass, a large gut, wearing a dark pink short sleeved gown sporting a dark pink peplum, an aqua stomacher with several black laces criss-crossing it, white trim on the sleeves, a sweetheart neckline that exposed the top of her cleavage, a black band tied around her neck, a white petticoat, a white bustle, a long knee length pink skirt and black ballet shoes, slowly walked right towards the stump and stood right behind her, she panted softly as her stomach jiggled up and down with each breath she took...not that Tilda noticed as she was currently STILL preoccupied in waiting for the heiress to appear.
[In three, two, one!]
"Miss...ah..ah...Tilda!"
"AH!" the shorter woman screamed while jumping off the stump in a panic and turned around, only to glare at the taller woman. "Good Lord! Why did you spook me like that!?"
"My apologies...I didn't...mean to do it." Katrina said while slowly regaining her breath, the panting slowly fading away as she felt bad at spooking her new acquaintance. "It will not happen again."
'It better. I almost felt my heart stop in its tracks.'
Katrina sighed a little before sniffing something in the air and turned her head towards the basket. "Is that custard pie?"
"Yes." Tilda said while walking over to the basket. "Made them a few hours ago and don't worry, I made ten of them."
"Oh marvelous, and I am simply famished right now."
"By the way, where's your parasol?"
"Left it at home, I had to make it here...because I...um..." she said while lightly blushing in embarrassment. "Overslept."
[...I have no words, I feel for her. We all oversleep sometimes.]
"Oh."
"After yesterday's shopping spree, I fell into a deep sleep from all the...walking." Katrina said with a sigh, a small amount of drool dripping from her lips as Tilda pulled out one of the pies from the basket and placed it onto the plate in her left hand. "It has been getting difficult lately."
"Well don't worry about that, just have some pie."
"...alright." Katrina said with a smile while taking the entire pie in her right hand and started to stuff herself with her left, not noticing that Tilda was smiling at her with her eyes closed.
"How does it taste?"
"Nom, great, nom! So, NOM, good!"
"Ah, that makes my heart flutter with joy." the shorter woman said while Katrina started to clean her fingers with her mouth, tasting all of the crumbs and custard with every finger placed into her lips.
Slap slap slap!
Gurgle!
"My, if there was an award for pie eating, you Miss Katrina would win first prize." 'As a stuffed hog for dinner that is.'
[Makes sense, after all with Katrina's current development she MIGHT become a stuffed elephant. Although, I doubt that blue ribbons are a thing here in the post Revolutionary War era, plus I doubt that Katrina would make the cut, despite having the colors of a swine.]
"Oh...thanks, UURP!. Excuse me." Katrina said with a light blush on her cheeks as she finished off her first pie. "You'd think I would get an award for...my weight?"
"Oh trust me, it might happen."
"I see...thanks." she said while taking a bite from the second pie. "Mmmm, you know Miss Tilda-"
"Call me Tilda. Miss is a little formal for associates."
"...ok, Tilda. You know, you're the first real friend I had."
Tilda's eyes widened momentarily in surprise as Katrina kept on eating her pies with gusto. "Wait? Really? You? The talk of the town?"
"Well, yeah, nom nom nom! I might be the most beautiful woman in the town but due to me being rather rich and the only 'heiress' of this sleepy little village, nom nom oh this is heavenly! No one wanted to actually spend time with me and even when they did, nom nom, it was only for favors or asking my hand in marriage." Katrina said with a groan, her eyes rolling in frustration as she finished off her fourth pie. "And to be honest, it gets annoying after a while, although I did like that the men kept on helping me with my shopping...even if that is drying up a little as of late."
"Oh?"
"Yeah-UURP! Excuse me, anyway. The number of suitors have dropped in the last few days, usually it's about fifty or so of the bachelors and ten of the married men when they have forgotten Sunday prayers but...nom nom, lately it's down to only twenty and all of them are...the ones that are persistent."
"Huh, that's a good thing right?"
[Well...that's something. I guess the other suitors are either greedy like Ichabod or just...have a VERY particular type of woman they fancy, mostly in the 'big boned' category.]
"Not for me...nom nom nom. Without the suitors, how else would I get my shopping done? I can't hold all of the boxes and bags all on my one."
"Um, maybe spend less?"
"And act like a 'normal' woman without wealth, nom nom nom!? That's out of the question-UURRP! Excuse me, I happen to like being a spending socialite amongst the commoners, that's just my way of life." she said with a huff. "Plus father doesn't mind when I spend money, especially when I'm the one that manages his finances."
"...what?"
Katrina chuckled while finishing off her eighth pie, the crumbs falling right onto her chest and stomach in the process. "Not my people outside the family know but I'm the one that keeps the family's wealth stable. Father taught me all he knew and then some, but since women don't exactly DO such things, even when bankers are becoming more popular outside the village...I had to keep it a secret so the village doesn't think I'm 'overstepping' anything. If things were different, I would've chosen the role of a treasurer but my place is within the home, not the financial offices."
"...I am not going to lie, but that is an amazing set of skills you have."
"Thank-UUURP! Excuse me. You. That really made my day with your kind words...but please don't spread this outside our little circle, if people knew I was good at money then they might either ostracize me for being good with money or just use me to build up their own financial successes. I'm supposed to be the one playing with people's hearts, no one else has that honor but me."
"..." 'I guess she really LIKES being the manipulator of men's hearts. Good to know.'
"Do you promise?"
"Yes. I promise."
And with that, the heiress' expression softened into a smile as she finished the ninth pie in an instant, the crumbs falling onto her chest while Tilda felt...a little surprised at how 'radiant' Katrina's smile was...seemingly capable of melting even the coldest of hearts.
"Thank you-UUURP! Excuse me." she said with a chuckle before taking a large bite of the final pie. "NOM!"
"By the way, are you free later today?"
"I am free today actually, no shopping today or anything special." Katrina said with a light burp as she finished the pie instantly. "So if you have any more food, specifically pies, we can stop by your home and chat for a while, over your good cooking of course."
"Mmm, that seems reasonable." Tilda said with a nod. "And I just bought two wild turkeys from the butchers, both of them ready for cooking."
"Turkey? That's a little expensive."
"Oh that is true, but I was saving it for you. Consider it a gift for enjoying my desserts."
"...aw!" the heiress said while giving the shorter woman a hug, which caused her to get squished in between both Katrina's breasts and stomach. "That was so sweet of you, Tilda! Thank you!"
"GAH! O-Oh thank you." 'How strong is she!?'
[Mmmm, just strong enough to squeeze you like a python. But that's just my rough estimation.]
"Let's get going, I'm still hungry." Katrina said while letting go of Tilda and started walking away, her ass jiggling with each step as the shorter woman followed after her.
'Dear lord...she's...really energetic and affectionate. Very different from what I initially thought of her...still, my plan will not be halted by this. Mr Ichabod will be mine!' she thought with a smirk as the screen faded to black.
(Some weeks later)
-Local Picnic Field-
"Chirp chirp chirp!"
The sound of chatty robins echoed across the calm quiet field of trees and grass, the leaves already turning from green to various hues of yellow and red, as the camera turned toward the left and zoomed towards a large leafless oak tree that stood tall besides a meandering brook.
And right under this tree was a most unusual sight.
A long white picnic blanket decorated with a large brown wicker basket along with three white chinaware plates with a large cooked turkey centered on the middle plate...and two familiar faces sitting on either side of the blanket.
The first one, on the left, was Tilda herself, who was busy pulling out a strawberry pie from her basket.
"NOM NOM NOM!"
Only for it to be snatched away by a tall very plump fair skinned young woman with long strawberry blonde hair that was hidden by a white Dutch bonnet, blue eyes sporting thin black eyebrows, black eyelashes, plump rosy cheeks, pink lips, a single thick chin, plump arms and legs, a H cup chest and massive ass, a large stomach that went down to her upper knees, wearing a dark pink short sleeved gown sporting a dark pink peplum, an aqua stomacher with several black laces criss-crossing it, white trim on the sleeves, a sweetheart neckline that exposed the top of her cleavage, a black band tied around her neck, a white petticoat, a white bustle, a long knee length pink skirt, black ballet shoes, and holding a long lime parasol in her left hand, on Tilda's right side as the taller woman scarfed down the pie like a gluttonous boar.
[Oh look, Katrina. And from what I can see from here, she's really enjoying the food enhancer. Welp, it seems Tilda's deal with me will end sooner than expected...well maybe not, it all depends on their actions in the now.]
"NOM NOM NOM!"
"Enjoying it?"
"Mmmm, yes." Katrina said with a smile. "This pie is great as usual, Tilda. Best pie I ever had this week."
"Thank you, I strive to make the perfect pie." Tilda said with a chuckle. "Want some more pie?"
"Mmmmm, tempting but not right now." she said while slowly laying on her right side, not once letting go of her parasol as she stared at her best friend with a smile. "I have something important to tell you."
"...oh. Really?" 'Did she learn of the enhancer!? Oh Lord, did she learn about my plans!?'
"Yes, it's really important."
'AHHH! SHE KNOWS!'
"Tilda." Katrina said while pointing to the turkey. "Can you first put that on your lap?"
"S-Sure." 'GAH! She's going to force me to stuff myself with the food I tainted!'
As the shorter girl placed the plate full of cooked bird meat onto her lap, Katrina's expression never faltered as she seemingly...gave off a desire of longing from her deep blue eyes, making Tilda's inner mind panic even more.
"Tilda."
"Y-Yes?"
"I want to tell you that I see you less like a friend." she said while Tilda prepared for the worst possible outcome. "And more like a lover."
WOOOOSSSSSHHHH!
The wind blew across the field, multi-colored leaves flying all around as Tilda's eyes slowly blinked once, twice, three times in confusion for what seemed like hours before finally getting a single word out from her agape mouth.
"...what?"
[Ooooh, plot twist. I like it!]
"Your ears don't deserve you, I have been seeing you as a possible lover."
"Wait, but that's-"
"I know, it's not right in the eyes of society, but ever since I was born I enjoyed the attention of both men and women, although I hid my attraction to women out of appropriate acceptance in society." Katrina said with a sigh. "I do like men, but I don't see any of the suitors that flock to me as acceptable, not even the schoolmaster or my old fling Brom."
"...really?"
"Yes. Brom was attracted to my looks while Ichabod saw me as a key to my family's fortune, just like all the other suitors. They never understood me as a person, never really got to befriend me for any genuine reason besides greed and lust. You, my adorable Tilda, are different." the heiress said while Tilda's cheeks slowly turned red with surprise, her left hand instinctively pulling off a turkey leg. "You came to me with food, you talked to me without any malicious intentions, and invited me to your home like an old friend...and that made me feel happy."
[A little off on the second part but Katrina's not wrong. Tilda DID become her friend over the last few weeks, and that little change in the timeline's trajectory made these two women, who wouldn't normally interact at all, become friends and perhaps something more. Now...to see what Tilda's reaction will be to this realization.]
"..."
"To be honest, I would never say this stuff out in the open if my feelings for you weren't genuine and true."
"...what about Brom-"
"He and the schoolmaster lost interest in me a while back. Although, Brom, who I wanted to use as a servant for her own needs in the past, was the first to look for 'greener pastures', and Ichabod might be planning to find a way to get my wealth and then cast me aside once the wedding is over...however, I will not be marrying anyone." she said with a serious tone. "I will be a spinstress my entire life if it means being with you, my adorable muffin."
Words failed to escape Tilda's open mouth as she...tried to process everything the heiress just said, from her sudden attraction to her to the fact she wasn't going to marry anyone for her, the local short stack...someone that no one would bother in noticing or caring at all.
It was...kinda amazing, especially when she used a food enhancer to make this...wonderful and kind woman into a much larger size for...some reason.
Wait, what was the reason for her fattening regiment anyway?
But before she could recall the reason for this week's long plan, she noticed that Katrna's left index finger was pointing to her open mouth, the appendage moving in a seductive gesture of 'come closer' right in front of the shorter woman's line of sight.
"Tilda~ Would you be a dear and feed me that turkey leg~?"
"O-O-O-Oh! O-Ok." she said while shakily moving her left arm towards Katrina's lips, not noticing the heiress' right hand moving towards her left knee nor the playful twirling of her skirtline.
Squish!
"Mmmmm~" Katrina moaned with arousal and hunger as she slowly and deliberately chewed on the turkey leg, seemingly savoring the flavor as she never lost contact with Tilda's eyes.
Squish!
Riiip!
Squish!
"Mmmmm~ Nom nom~ Oooh~"
'...why is this...making me aroused!?'
Squish!
Riiip!
"Mmmmm~" Katrina moaned while finishing the turkey leg off, the bone becoming visible as a small amount of grease was splattered on her lips, which she quickly cleaned with her tongue. "Ah~ UURRP! Excuse me~"
'Good Lord! This...this is lustful in nature!'
[Huh, erotic food play. How bold.]
"Mmmm, can I have another leg, Tilda~?"
"O-Oh sure."
"Thank you~"
Tilda's cheeks remained a crimson red hue as she slowly ripped a turkey leg off the now headless body and placed it near Katrina's lips, who repeated the same slow yet seductive chewing from before.
"Nom nom nom~"
'Stop being so arousing!' She thought to herself in embarrassment, but unbeknownst to the two women, a pair of yellow eyes was watching her from behind the basket, seemingly 'smirking' at this sudden development...one that would definitely alter both women's lives for years to come.
(A few months later)
-Somewhere outside of Sleepy Hollow's Borders, Van Tassel Farmstead, Main Floor-
The screen slowly brightened with light as the camera panned outwards, revealing a large white painted room held together by wooden rectangular support beams as all around the area, besides the various nicknacks, tables and chairs littering the room itself, various well dressed men and women were currently dancing to the tune of local folk music, each one grateful as a swan in flight despite the tempo getting faster and faster with every second of dance made.
This was the entirety of North Terrytown's population, all of whom were invited by Balthus Van Tassel for his annual 'Halloween' party, which was just an autumn festival party due to misinformation on a metaphysical matter unknown to the people of this time and place.
And for this group of rather joyful folks, no one was aware of a pair of cat eyes and a grinning smile forming on an uncarved pumpkin on a nearby table.
[Ah, the joys of autumn. The endless raking of leaves, the cold chills, the endless pumpkin flavored foods, the slow extinction of turkeys, the assassination of poor unfortunate gourds, the nightly musings of spectral frights and, as seen here in this fine two storied gambrel roofed home, the fun parties that last from noon to midnight. For me, autumn is meh, but it does have its perks.]
The sounds of clopping heels against the wooden floorboards quickly escalated in intensity as one of the partygoers, one that dressed in a dull brown overcoat, started to move towards the pumpkin with a knife, something that Chaos quickly noticed.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you."
"Eh?" the man said in confusion as the floating eyes disappeared and the figure of Rom appeared behind the still confused person. "What in-"
"I said you shouldn't do that." Rom said with a smile, placing his left arm around the man's neck like they were old friends. "That particular pumpkin isn't for eating."
"Oh, um...alright." the man said before walking away, confused and thinking that he must've lost his mind...thinking that a pumpkin just spoke to him like a person.
The mysterious 'salesman' chuckled to himself while taking a look around him, noticing that there was a lot more food compared to a normal party of this size, about ten or so tables worth of food to be exact. "Looks like Baltus decided to make food for an army...or maybe he just asked everyone to bring their own food to this party. Who knows? But it seems like the party is just starting...and without our main leads either."
And lo, on the right side of the room, was Tilda herself, who was currently sitting on a large framed green wooden bench and was...seemingly waiting for someone with an anxious look on her face.
"Oh, there's one of them." Rom said with a chuckle. "And now it's time to meet her, after all, I have to make sure our deal is still in effect."
"Mmmm." The shorter girl hummed to herself as Rom moved closer towards her left side, making no sound at all as he saw down right beside her. 'Now where is Katrina? She said she was going to be here...and not get stuck in the doorframe again.'
"Ah! Tilda, how have you been doing?"
"O-oh, Mr Rommel, what a surprise."
"Tilda, call me Rom, Rommel is way too formal. I thought we discussed this matter last time." he said with a smile. "Anyway, I was in the neighborhood and just wanted to see how you were doing, since it is ALMOST time for your part of the deal to be addressed."
"...oh, OH!" Tilda said with wide eyes, as the memory of her past deal with the traveling 'salesman' entered her mind like a musket ball to her brain. "That deal. But the-"
"Relax." Rom said with a chuckle. "Your payment has already been paid."
"...what?"
"Yep, the 'thing you know yet forgot' and the 'thing that everyone loves yet you don't' are already in my possession. So you don't need to worry about that." Rom said with a grin. "As for the food enhancer, if you want more of it, just ask."
The shorter woman's eyes blinked a few times in confusion before she shook her head and nodded. "Well, the bottle is getting short of the concoction as of lately."
"Great, I will bring more over tomorrow morning. Tonight, I'm in the party spirit."
"That makes one of us."
"Oh? Is something wrong?"
"..."
"You can tell, little old me."
"...I'm just waiting for Katrina, nothing else."
"Ah, the one that you wanted to fatten up with the enhancer. Are you planning to fatten her up here again?"
"No."
"Oh, then...mmmm." he said before moving closer to her left ear and whispering quietly. "Are you and the heiress star-crossed lovers?"
"E-Eh? How-"
"Relax, I won't tell a soul about this. After all, why would I do it to my best customer?"
"But-"
CREAK!
CREAK!
CREAK!
Tilda turned towards the right side of the room, the sound of creaking wood echoing across the room, albeit faintly due to the music drowning the sound by a lot, as her eyes seemingly twinkled with joy.
"Oh, the guest of honor has arrived." Rom said while getting up and began walking away. "I better see myself off, later Tilda."
"O-Oh, later."
"And I suggest you move to the left a little."
As the shorter woman was about to say a remark, she noticed that Rom...had vanished without a trace, although she assumed that he just went into the crowd of partygoers.
CREAK!
CREAK!
CREAK!
'I wonder where he went off to?' Tilda thought to herself as the sound of creaking floorboards rang in her ears, followed by the surprised gasps of people for some reason.
"Ah!"
"I beg your pardon!"
"Careful! That was my best coat!"
"Hey! You knocked over my plate of chicken!"
"No! My boiled eggs!"
"Oh sorry." said a tall obese fair skinned young woman with long strawberry blonde hair sporting two small neck length pigtails with blue ribbons at the ends, blue eyes sporting thin black eyebrows, black eyelashes, extremely plump rosy cheeks, pink lips, three thick chins, extremely plump arms and legs, a M cup chest and gigantic ass, a massive stomach that went down to her feet, wearing a dark pink sleeveless bodice, a pink short sleeved peplum sporting white brims on her sleeves, a wide v-neckline, a black band tied around her neck, a pink petticoat, a white bustle beneath her dress, a long foot length pink skirt and black shoes, with a nonchalant tone bordering on whimsical as she moved towards the bench with all the grace...of an elephantine ballerina. 'Sometimes I forget my rump is bigger than my entire body. Not that I care anymore, but it does get harder to fit through the railings and that lot.'
[Lookie here, it's fair Katrina. And it seems the enhancer is still working on her, although I thought she wouldn't attend the party on account of her bulkier form and weak muscles. Mmm, I guess I came at a time before she became immobilized in her room.]
"Ah...ooof, this is getting...harder." Katrina muttered with a heavy wheeze as she sat down next to Tilda and rested, for the ten time this minute. "To...move."
Tilda gulped a little as she saw Katrina's flab jiggle with every breath she exhaled, making her feel...a little aroused before she noticed the heiress staring at her.
"Will you be a dear and get me a roasted ham, some custard tarts, and a custard pie? I am famished."
"S-Sure."
"And maybe a candied apple with strawberry coating on it?"
"A-Alright." Tilda said with a nervous nod as she got up and walked towards one of the tables of food, not noticing that Katrina was staring at her with a loving gaze or that a pair of cat eyes were forming right above her from below a nearly windowsill on the left side of the room.
[Aw, how adorable...and sickening too. It's like a romcom, but without the weird subplots and added drama...well mostly devoid of weird subplots, I AM adding drama to the entire situation for the fun of it.]
"Ah." Katrina said with a smile as she saw the shorter woman, each of her hands holding two plates of food in between her fingers, as she placed them right on the heiress' large stomach, although she took the candied apple with her left hand and placed the plate under the roasted ham. "Thank you."
She nodded while taking a seat on Katrina's right side, her eyes looking away with a heavy blush on her cheeks as she interlocked her hands together over her stomach.
Yet as she tried to not look like a lovesick schoolgirl with her crush, she felt her left foot getting hit lightly by something...leathery.
Only to discover that Katrina was playfully 'kicking' Tilda's foot with her own right foot, a mischievous smile forming in between her plump cheeks as the shorter girl decided to play along and play 'footsies' with the heiress...in front of everyone, though the partygoers were too busy with their own businesses to actually notice it.
[Ah! Look at that, a reference.]
"Mmmmm, say Tilda, my little cinnamon bun."
"Mmmm?"
"Once the party dies down and the guests leave, father will be passed out on his chair." she said with a smirk, taking a bite from her candied apple. "Nom! And with all the beer and ale, he won't wake up until the next day."
Tilda blinked in confusion as she turned towards the heiress' direction. "Um, I see."
"Well, the servants will be asleep as well and father is a heavy sleeper. So." she said with a mischievous twinkle in her eyes. "We can have a night of passion all to ourselves."
[Oooh, that's way too X-rated for this story. But it would be a very LOUD session, if you know what I'm implying.]
"...really? But what if the servants hear us?"
"Trust me my little bread roll, they won't be awake when we do 'it'~"
[It's true, apparently Sleepy Hollow has very heavy sleepers. Must be the air or something.]
"Mmmm, that's a good thing." Tilda said while seeing Katrina taking another large bite of her candied apple, her eyes never faltering nor turning away from the shorter woman's face. "Top or...bottom?"
Katrina giggled a little while finishing off the candied apple, making Tilda's heart skip a few beats. "Oh, we will figure that out, after you feed me~"
The two women giggled to each other as they continued to play footsies with each other, the camera quickly zoomed out of the nearby window...
(Elsewhere)
-Outside the Main House, Rooftop-
And right into the extremely dark night, the clouds looming ominously in the sky as the full moon illuminated the ground for very brief moments due to the aforementioned clouds.
However, as the camera turned towards the five brick chimney topped roof, the familiar outline of a winged cat loomed over one of the chimneys became visible in the continually fading moonlight, its form staring away from the estate and towards the nearby woods and beyond.
"Ah, what a quiet night for spooks and romance. And as you can see, my little plan worked." Chaos said while licking his left paw. "I knew that playing into Tilda's desire for companionship and Katrina's inner glutton would bring the two together, I just gave her the key to unlock that path and she just went along with it like a sap. After all, in any other circumstance, these two would NEVER get together, especially when the era they live in wouldn't allow it without a LOT of repercussions."
Woooooossssshhhh!
"Burrrrr, what a chilly wind this evening. Anyway, this relationship, due to the taboos of this society not allowing such relationships to be public knowledge, would continue for many years to come as without any more suitors wanting Katrina's hand in a very profitable marriage, that and she was now permanently fused to the bedroom floor by her own bulk, she would become a spinstress after her father died to tobacco overuse, granting her the entire Van Tassel estate and fortune, which she used to keep it afloat and her appetite sustained." Chaos said with a smirk. "And with Tilda visiting the estate every day, under the veil of 'afternoon tea', the two would keep up this ruse for years, although the town would have...other things to keep them occupied and away from the affairs of the love birds."
Wooooosssssssshhh!
The sound of the autumn wind echoed across the land like a frightful specter as the sounds of distant clopping could be heard from within the woods itself, although it was muffled slightly by both the wind and the music within the manor's walls.
"Now you must be wondering the entire chapter, 'Where is Brom and Ichabod?'. Well, after losing interest in their love interest...things just continued. Brom went about with his band of 'merrymakers' to cause pranks and the lot across the countryside and Ichabod just taught at the school and made many attempts at being social. Yet."
WOOOOSSSSSHH!
Clop clop clop clop clop!
"After this night, they wouldn't be seen ever again. Some people think that they went out west to 'tame' aka raid the untamed frontier for gold, others say that they got shanghaied into a pirate ship sailing towards Morocco or Madagascar. A few people even though they had a duel and killed each other with pistols up near Albany."
Clop clop clop clop clop!
"But a few of the 'more reasonable' of the townsfolk will know the truth."
Clop clop clop clop clop!
"YEAHOOOOOOOO!"
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"
"For they knew for certain that the Headless Horseman, the town's very own dullahan knockoff, had spirited them away for crossing his path that Halloween night." Chaos said as the camera zoomed outwards, where the shadowy outline of a scarecrow-like man was running for his life from a spectral rider, its head missing as its cape flowed with the wind itself, across a distant clearing for a brief moment before both disappeared into the treeline. "And as for me? I'm 'out of here' as the old narrator would've said it in 1949, I have other timelines, other chapters to show you readers and to be fair, I'm a little tired of the autumn air. I'm going to someplace a little warmer, maybe a place closer to the equator."
Clop clop clop clop!
"And if you were wondering why I said I took the payment for Tilda's food enhancer without actually collecting it...let's just say the Horseman owes me a favor and I'm collecting it tonight." Chaos said with a dark chuckle as his form faded from existence in a puff of mist. "So you in the next chapter of Stellar Wishes and happy early/late Halloween!"
Xxxxx