Girl’s Day Out
A crisp autumn day. Downtown Furgis was bustling with activity. The Farmer’s Market was in full swing. Locals and visitors were bombarding the place, wanting fresh, seasonal flavors. Basic white girls were disappointed, though: there was no pumpkin spice here—only flavors from the country: pumpkins everywhere, piles of corn, and lots of spiced cider. One stand, however, stayed the same year-round. Graceland Farms sold milk every day. The varieties would sometimes change, but her product would remain the same. Grace, the proud owner, recently introduced a Mochacchino flavor sold in smaller bottles. Made with only the best coffee beans and the finest milk in all of Tennessee, the Mochacchinos flew off the shelves. They didn’t last as long as popular brands’ versions of the product did, but that’s because there were no preservatives or added stuff. Milk, coffee, and sugar. That was it.
Despite all the commotion and enjoyment, someone wasn’t having a good time. A fox sat on a bench across the street at the local print center. Scrolling social media on her phone, she awaited a phone call. “Come on,” she said impatiently, “they’re ten minutes late.” Her leg was restlessly tapping the sidewalk, shaking her whole body. Her phone rang in her hands, making her jump. Taking a deep breath, she answered. “Hello, this is Circuit.”
“Yes, Ms. Circuit. This is Lauren over at Shifty’s Pizza.”
“Yes!” Circuit excitedly said.
“I wanted to give you a call to tell you that we have chosen another candidate for the position.” Her face fell, her electric blue and yellow fur practically turning grey. “We do encourage you to apply for any of our other positions, though.”
“But you said I didn’t have enough experience for those.”
“Have a good day.” The line went to dial tone abruptly.
Holding her head in her hands, she sighed. Circuit had been looking for a job for months now. The replies were all the same. “We’re looking for someone with more experience.” “You’re qualified, but we’re seeking a candidate with more experience.” “Not enough experience.” The interview she had just left was about to end the same way. “Well, Circuit. Your resume is impressive. Why do you want this job? It’s not within your wheelhouse; I can tell from your hobbies and previous work experience.”
She didn’t know what to say. “I uh… I need a job.” Honesty was the best policy.
“Well, we’re looking for someone with-“
She didn’t want to hear it again. The interview was going so well. It was her fault; she had gotten her hopes up. “Someone with more experience. How am I supposed to get any if no one will give me any?!” Circuit stood up from the chair and left, slamming the door.
And here she sat: defeated and jobless. “This system is broken…” she held in her tears. Sniffling, she wiped her eyes. “No. It’s fine.” Circuit rose, putting her phone away. The khakis she had borrowed were tight on her thighs, making it difficult to move too vigorously. She wanted so badly to rip them off, strip down to a loose sweater and panties, and play Factorio. But she knew she couldn’t afford that luxury if she just gave up.
Across the street, a crowd gathered at a stand at the Farmer’s Market. “What’s going on over there?” Thinking this would take her mind off things, she crossed the street and joined the crowd.
“Hold yer horses, y’all!” A southern accent called over the mob. “I’m takin’ orders fer tomorr’a. Form an orderly line!” That voice sounded familiar. “Yes, Mrs. Edenbackle, I can supply fer the school festival. Ah’d be delighted to.” That voice was so familiar. Circuit couldn’t see over the crowd. Circuit waited patiently as the mob of locals and visitors cleared out. Behind the wooden stand was a cow. Extremely well endowed, wearing a flannel shirt underneath her overalls, the buttons on her flannel were fighting for their lives. “Is that err;yone?” She looked left and right. “Lordy, this time a year.”
“Grace?” Circuit approached the stand.
Grace turned around and saw the blue and yellow fox standing there. “Weeeeeell, shoot. Aren’t you one of Ember’s friends? Ummm….Jolty? No, that wasn’t it.”
“Circuit.” She placed her hands in her pockets. She was overdressed for a Farmer’s Market. Khakis and a blue dress shirt were Sunday Best around these parts. “I saw that crowd and wondered what was going on. Didn’t expect to see you.”
“I’m always here, darlin’.” Grace smiled proudly. Besides, my new product is more popular than I thought it would be.” She pulled out a small glass bottle of a light brown liquid. “I was saving it fer myself, but you can have it.” The label showed a cow with a massive udder in a grassy field. Its eyes were huge as if caffeinated, implying that she had just eaten from the bucket of coffee beans in front of her. “You look tired, kiddo.”
“You have no idea.” Circuit grabbed the bottle and pulled the foil seal from the bottle's lip. Turning it upside down, she poured it into her mouth and down her throat like a college frat bro chugging beer. It was sweet but bitter like coffee should be. The faint chocolate flavor was just right. “Wow, I need more of these.”
“I can get’cha on the list.” She slid a clipboard forward. Names filled every sheet and checkmarks were next to nearly every variety that Graceland Farms offered. White milk, chocolate milk, blueberry milk, Mochaccino,” Custom orders have become a real pain in the rear, but I never bring enough.”
Circuit didn’t listen as Grace continued about the last week. She gazed at the order form; the prices were listed on the side of each item. They were way above her price range right now; everything was really. Shit, if only I got that job.
“…and making four trips was just too much.” Grace looked at Circuit, noticing she wasn’t listening but staring intently at the order sheet. “What’s wrong, hun?” Circuit didn’t raise her head. Thoughts were racing through them.
What if I can’t find a job anywhere? I don’t have a car. I can’t afford to commute right now! God, I’ll have to move back in with my parents… That was the breaking point. A single tear fell from her eyes and soaked into the order sheet.
This did not go unnoticed by Grace. “Hey.” She reached out a hand and placed in on Circuit’s chin, raising it. Her eyes were red; her cheery demeanor was missing. “Honey, what’s wrong?” Her motherly instincts kicked in.
“Oh,” she held her hands up, “nothing. I’m just fine.”
“Don’t lie to me.” Grace leaned forward, placing her hands on her stand, using it as support. “Ya’ll look sadder than a cowboy who had to put down his horse. What. Is. Wrong?” Her serious expression dug into Circuit. “Don’t make me ask Ember to come down here.”
“Ok.” Circuit’s arms fell to her sides. She unloaded. Circuit spilled everything to the person she only knew by extension of Ember. She told Grace how she had been laid off from the local pharmacy a few months ago when they went under. It was too abrupt, just a sign on the locked door. Her landlord was more than patient with her and even cut rent a bit while she was looking, but her funds were getting so low now that she was worried if she’d even make it to the end of the month. She told her about all her interviews that told her, “We’re looking for someone with more experience.” Everything gushed. Grace came around the stand and walked her back to her seat.
“Oh, honey.” Grace leaned against her stand. “That’s just awful. I can’t tell you how often I was told that when I went lookin’.” She sighed. “It’s messed up, ain’t it?” Circuit nodded, sniffling. She felt so embarrassed, telling a near stranger her problems like this. “Know what you need?” Circuit raised her head. “A fun day.”
“No,” she sniffed, “I can’t ask you to do that.”
“Listen,” Grace leaned in, an inch from Circuit’s face. “You’re a friend of Ember’s, therefore a friend of mine. And ah hate seeing a young lady like you so troubled over something as small as a job.”
“You’re no older than me.” Circuit looked her over. “Wait, don’t tell me you’re a cougar.”
“I’m just old-fashioned, thank you.” She wrapped her hands around the suspenders of her bibs, looking proud of her statement. “Let me load up my stuff, and we’ll go have fun.” She turned and began stacking the empty crates, some filled with returned glass bottles.
“Let me help.” Circuit rose and picked up a few crates. It was difficult for her to bend her knees in khakis, but she managed to carry the crates to Grace’s Wagoneer.
“First things first, we need to get rid of those.” Grace pointed to her pants and dress shirt. “You look like a sausage.” Looking down at herself, she had to admit that her shirt was tucked in awfully tight. “I know just the place. Give you a more comfortable look.”
Leaving the Farmer’s Market, the two walked down the road. An odder pair couldn’t have been found that day—a delighted-looking cow in overalls and flannel and a fox in tight dress clothes. The brisk autumn air sent a chill down Circuit’s spine as the two walked down the road. She was lost in thought about what Grace could possibly have in mind for her. Knowing that she was Ember’s girlfriend gave her pause. Would she egg her on like Ember would? Tease her a bit? No way she’d drag her down an alley and mess with her body, right?
“We’re here.” Nearly bumping into Grace, Circuit stopped. A rustic wooden sign hung from iron hooks above the brick building reading ‘Plaid and Simple.’ Mannequins in the window were dressed in flannel shirts, bib overalls, and other Farm-style clothing. “Ya’ll need to lose that city folk look there.” She pointed to Circuit’s interview attire. “Ya’ll stickin’ out like a sore thumb.” Dragging her in, the distinct smell of pine trees flooded their nostrils. “ey, Bennet.” Grace waved to a Llama behind a thick wooded counter.
“Well,” the thick accent coming from the man was no surprise in a place like this, “if it ain’t Grace Fletcher.” His cream-colored wool was dense and neatly trimmed. A blue flannel shirt covered his upper body, while ripped denim jeans were squeezed over his legs. Tufts of his wool peeked through the rips, alleviating some of the pressure. His long face looked kind, careworn, and undoubtedly friendly with Southern hospitality. A face that knew everyone and treated everyone the same way. “Who’s this?” He pointed a fluffy hand at Circuit.
“Oh, um…” Circuit’s personality wasn’t suited for meeting new people. “Hi, I’m…”
“Circuit here is in dire need of a makeover, Bennet. What’cha recommend for ‘er?” Grace pulled Circuit forward. She stumbled as her business shirt came out of her waist.
“Hmm…” Bennet looked at Circuit up and down. Circuit smiled meekly, trying to look friendly. Short, nervous laughs came out of her mouth, trying her best not to run away. “I got just the thing.” Bennet stepped around the counter and brought them over to the flannel section. “These are made from llama and alpaca wool. They’re moisture wicking, heat retaining, and so stylish.” Circuit glances at the wall covered in Flannel shirts. They all had the classic plaid design. Bennet continued to sing praises for their materials, design, and local production as Circuit tried to decide. She wasn’t much of a flannel girl, but having something warm wouldn’t hurt. She gasped and wandered down the wall, spotting one that caught her eye. “Oh?” Bennet paused his speech and watched her.
“How about this one?” Circuit grabbed the hanger of a long-sleeved flannel that called to her—dark blue with black and yellow plaid pattern. “I really like this one.
“I was thinking the same thing,” Grace replied, holding up a pair of overalls. This will go real nice with yer fur.” The overalls were jet black with a gold-colored zipper and buttons. “Go, go try em on.” Grace thrust the bibs into Circuit's hands and pushed her into a nearby changing room. “And toss yer old ones over the side.” Despite Circuit’s protests and wanting to be polite, she slammed the door behind her. “We ain’t leavin’ till ya do. Bennet,” she turned to face the Llama, who was not surprised by her persistence, “Don’t let her say no.” She whispered, “This is on me.” He nodded, knowing full well not to deny Grace when she insisted on something. One by one Circuit’s shirt, belt, and pants flew over the top of the changing room. Grace half expected her to follow the groove and throw her panties and bra as well.
Minutes later, the door opened, and Circuit emerged from the changing room. “How is it?” She turned around and posed, shaking her butt and swaying her tail. Aside from her hair looking as stylish as usual, she certainly fit the part of this hodunk town. All she needed to do was get the bib dirty and stained from a few years of hard work, maybe a hole or two, and it would be perfect. Circuit noticed that Grace was holding a bag from the store. Did she buy something while she was changing?
“Now that,” Grace pointed and looked at Bennet who was standing next to her, analyzing Circuit’s look, that right there? That’s lovely.”
“I agree,” Bennet replied, grinning. “Hell, If I didn’t know any better, I’d say she was from ‘round here.”
“Alrighty.” Grace ran forward and pulled Circuit from the changing room. Circuit panicked, stammering. “Thanks, Bennet!” Grace and Circuit left the store. Circuit searched for her old clothes but couldn’t find any trace of them. The two exited the store, and Grace dragged her to the town square.
“Umm, what about my…”
“So what else you wanna do?” Grace asked her excitedly. “I can never do this with Ember. She hates going to stores if we don’t need something. Always the busy one with her assimilating, work, and other shit she seems to be doing all the time.
“Where are my clothes?” Circuit pulled her hand from Grace’s. “I paid good money for those and I don’t wanna lose them.”
“They’re here.” She shook the bag in her hand, dismissing it almost immediately. “We could go get some food, maybe see a movie-“
“Grace,” Circuit tried to interrupt her.
“the pawn shop has some good stuff occasionally, maybe the art museum. I heard that there was some big time-“
“Grace.”
“-artist from the city showing off his fancy pants stuff. We can try and wrap our heads around his silly way of thinking.”
“GRACE!” Circuit covered her mouth. She didn’t like shouting, but she couldn’t get a word in edgewise. Grace froze and turned to look at her. A few people crossing the street turned to identify the source of the loud noise. “Slow down, please.” Her thoughts were going a mile a minute. “Why are you doing this?” Circuit motioned to her new outfit. “Did we just walk out of the store without paying for this? I can’t afford new clothes right now.”
“Darlin’,” Grace turned and placed both hands on her shoulders. “I was in your shoes once. Lookin’ fer a job, no skills they wanted, given that they weren’t as incessant about the whole experience thing back then, but I get it.” Circuit looked at her, still not understanding. “Someone helped me get on my feet then. I can’t say who it was, as I could never find him. But I’m gonna help you. Do a good turn. Sometimes all a person needs is a relaxin’ day to restart their noggin.” Circuit was speechless. Did people still do good things for the hell of it these days? “Ya get me?” Circuit nodded, her eyes sparkling in the sunlight. “Now, we only have this whole town to have some fun with. What ‘cha wanna do?”
Circuit wiped her eyes and made a quick decision. “I always like going to the park when I need a moment to think?” She shrugged.
“Alrighty then.”
Unlike before, the two walked side by side rather than one dragging the other. The park wasn’t far from where they were. It was quiet. Grace was enjoying the day, waving to people she knew. Circuit, however, was silent, trying to process everything that had just happened. There had to be an ulterior motive. No one was this nice without reason anymore. Even if Grace was Ember’s girlfriend, Ember was somewhat shifty. What if Grace was just as shifty? No, no no no. I can’t go being sus of Ember’s girlfriend. Imagine what she’d to me. And imagine she did, unspeakable things that Ember would readily do to anyone that wronged her. Horrible, sexual, gooey things. It turned her on a bit…
“Hey, earth to girly.” A hand waved in front of her face. Circuit snapped back to reality. “You zoned out on me. I had to hold your hand.” Circuit looked down. The two were indeed holding hands. “Found us a nice bench.” Circuit sat down and Grace started walking away. “I’ll be right back.” She walked down the path toward a long line. Maybe she needed to leak.
Circuit was finally able to breathe for a bit. It was a beautiful day. The sky was blue, with very few clouds. The breeze was crisp and chill, and the new outfit she had been given left her cozy and warm as well. She pulled her phone out of the center pocket. A few notifications! None were emails, though. They were Discord DMs from her roommate Gloom.
-----------------------------------------------------------October 7th, 20XX--------------------------------------------------------
Milkfichater13 Today at 11:45 AM
Hey Circuit where you at?
Who’d the interview go?
Milkfichater13 Today at 12:12 PM
You die? I don’t have to go to hell and get you again do I?
:menacing_circuit:
kitsuneblueberry Today at 12:31 PM
I get kidnapped one time!
No I didn’t get it
Long story. I met Ember’s girlfriend. You know, the cow? Grace?
Milkfichater13 Today at 12:33 PM
You mean the one with the massive titties? ( . Y . )
You milking her? Moo!
kitsuneblueberry Today at 12:34 PM
Yes
The one with massive titties.
No I’m not milking her!
She and I are having a girls day out or something.
She even bought me clothes
20241013_182414.ipg
Milkfichater13 Today at 12:39 PM
HOOOOOOWEEE! Famer Circuit! <3
kitsuneblueberry Today at 12:40 PM
Shuddup!
I think Grace is coming back.
ttyl!
Grace was walking back with two sheets of newspaper in her hand. “I didn’t know what you liked, so I got them simple.” She sat down and handed Circuit a footlong hotdog. One had mustard and relish, and the other had ketchup and onion. “I’ll take whichever one you don’t want.”
Circuit took the mustard and relish hotdog and ogled it. “Holy crap. This is enormous!” It smelled divine. Grace had some mayo packets, probably acquired from the stand, and was adding them to her hotdog. Circuit dared to take a bite of the steaming tube meat. It had the perfect snap to it, the bun was steamed, and even the condiments were warm. Grace didn’t waste any time digging into hers either, shoving nearly a third of it into her mouth. Her eyes closed, mayo spreading on her cheek, and her face looked awkwardly horny while shoving the long, tube-shaped food into her mouth. Circuit couldn’t help but laugh.
Glancing at Circuit from the corner of her eye, she bit the end of her hot dog. “What?”
“Nothing.” Circuit held back her laughter. This was the first time she genuinely smiled when they were together.
“Sho, hell me ‘bout his hob hunt.” Grace swallowed. “How bad has it been?”
Circuit had just taken another bite. “Oh.” She held up a finger, chewing hastily. “It’s been absolute hell.” She exaggerated a bit, but hell wasn’t too far off. “I don’t care what job I get; I just need A job. Bills ain’t gonna pay themselves, you know?” She sighed. “I can’t have Gloom pay rent for both of us again. I’m better than that.”
“I can tell.” Grace set her hotdog beside her. “You have a strong work ethic. This is just a rough patch.” She placed a hand on her shoulder. “I’ve been thinking.”
“Excuse me, ladies.” A voice interrupted them. Can I ask you to do something for me?” A fox made his way and knelt on one knee before them. “My name is Milo.” Holding out his hand, he gave a greeting, and the two told him their names. His fur was the wildest pattern they had ever seen One arm had a green tint, the other a purple, one leg teal, the other purple as well! All around his body were swirled patterns of green, teal, and purple, like you’d see when squeezing a tube of toothpaste. His tail shared those three colors as well. Grace could tell he was being sincere but wasn’t sure about how to do it. He slicked his hair back and took a deep breath. He had an expensive-looking camera around his neck. The solid color shirt with the local college logo told them a reasonable amount. “I hate to interrupt, but you two are beautiful.” Circuit blushed. Grace smirked. “I’m out and about looking to take photos for my courses at FCC. I need a lot of pictures of people. I was wondering if you two would be willing to pose for me?”
Grace chuckled. “Young man, you gotta work on your delivery.” Milo’s face slowly lost its confidence. “This ain’t a business pitch. You’re talking to regular people.”
“Grace, be nice.” Circuit slapped her knee. “Not everything is about business.” Circuit faced Milo. “Sorry about my friend here. What’s up?”
Milo gained his confidence once more. “Well, I need several pictures for my portfolio, and one of the categories is pictures of real people,” he paused, thinking that the jargon might not be best. And I think you two would be beautiful together. What do you think?”
“Do we get a picture of it?” Circuit asked.
“Absolutely. What a waste of time otherwise.” He rose. I’ll give you two time to finish eating of course. I’m behind you in the shade over there.” He pointed to his setup. “Come over when you’re done.” Holding out his hand, he gave each of them a firm handshake and walked away.
“You didn’t have to stop me.” Grace chided.
“You were being harsh.” Circuit said plainly. “Some people aren’t as blunt and straightforward as you.”
“I suppose.” Grace thought about it. The two finished their hotdogs and met with Milo.
“Thank you again, ladies.” He grabbed a duffel bag. “I have several outfits in here. If you’d choose something from this selection, there’s the public restroom over there.” Circuit grabbed the bag and looked inside. “I love the Flannel look, but I don’t think it would fit the backdrop.” He pointed to the backdrop he brought with him: a Lavender sky and a pink moon with clouds surrounding it. “I’m sure I have something in everyone’s size.”
The two made a short trip to the little brick room. A few minutes later, they emerged, debating something. “I look silly, " Grace complained, looking at the ripped jeans Circuit had chosen for her.
“No you don’t. You look modern. It’s a nice change of pace.” Circuit’s ass wear practically hanging out in the dolphin shorts she grabbed out of the bag. The purple crop top and short black hoodie certainly gave her a cozy vibe, but her breasts were hanging out, as the clothes were one size too small.
“If a change of pace is dressing like a bimbo, I’ll happily stick to my bibs.” The black shirt and green hat were the closest she could find to fit her breasts and not look too revealing. They approached Milo and returned the bag. “Alright, Foxxy, what now?”
“Wow,” Milo tried to keep his mouth from falling open. “You two look great. Now, have a seat in front of the backdrop. We’ll try some poses.” The two sat down, and Milo put his hand on his chin, thinking about a proper pose. “How about… Circuit, you kneel behind Grace and lean on her?” The two shifted positions, and he took a few shots. “Now, how about…” The three shuffled through several poses. They took breaks occasionally, and Milo even bought them drinks from the nearby vending machine. “Alright, last one. This one will be beautiful.” He pulled out an iPad. “Circuit, you get a prop. Grace, I want you to sit down and raise your right leg. Yeah, like that. Support yourself with your left arm. Now, Circuit. Wiggle on in there. Bend your knees and put your feet in the air. Grace, put your hand on Circuit’s hip. Circuit, smile. Pose with the iPad. Perfect ladies. Smile for me.” Milo took tons of pictures of this pose.
“Whew. That was exhausting.”
“Oh, what’s your info? I’m gonna send you these later.” Milo held out a small notepad with several email addresses, phone numbers, and social media addresses.
“Oh, yeah.” Circuit quickly scribbled her discord as she turned to change back into her old outfit. “I look forward to it. Be back in a bit.”
After the two returned the outfits to Milo, they continued their day, only to find it was getting late. A DM from Gloom confirmed it.
Milkfichater13 Today at 3:17 PM
Bitch, it’s getting late!
Come back, I hungy!
:UHHHHHHHHHHHH:
“I’m being called away.” Circuit sighed as she checked her phone. “Don’t suppose I could bum a ride?”
“Sure thing.” The two quickly returned to the Farmer’s Market and hopped into Grace’s car. She was wary at first, as there were a bunch of coffee cups and jars on the floor. “Just slam the door.” Circuit did. Even then, it took two slams to close it. The truck took three attempts to turn over. “YA PIECE OF SHIT!” She slammed the console, and the engine turned over. “Excellent. We’re on the road.” Circuit suddenly got a sinking feeling.
Grace spoke up after they had been on the road for a while, and she had been giving directions here and there. “So, about that job.” Circuit raised her head from her phone. “I’ve been thinking. I could probably use another secretary.”
“What do you…” Circuit was confused. As far as she knew, Grace worked out of a barn in Ember’s backyard.
“I mean, I’m offering you a job kiddo.” Grace kept her eyes on the road, leaving any pomp and circumstance to a minimum. “I could use someone with no bad habits I have to break. You look like someone who can learn quick.”
“W-w-w-w-w-w-w-“ Circuit stammered.
“I’m not taking no for an answer either. This my turn?” Circuit nodded, and they pulled into an apartment complex. Grace pulled in front of the right building. She pulled a business card out of the glove compartment, all while Circuit watched, flabbergasted. “This is the address. Come tomorrow at 9 sharp. Have a copy of your driver’s license or state ID, and know your social for HR. Don’t worry about uniform, we’ll get you fitted.”
Circuit’s eyes were the size of dinner plates. Absent-mindedly, she opened the door, still clutching the card gingerly. Grace drove away, hootin’ and hollerin’. She stood there for a bit, slowly looking down at the business card in her hands.
Grace Fletcher, Owner
Graceland Farms LLC
14579 Locust Ave,
Furgis TN, 11258
Grace had even scribbled her phone number on it. Circuit stood there long enough for Gloom to come down looking for her. “Hey, there you are.” The grey hellhound ran up to her and leaped on her with a hug. “About time you got back. I am so hungry I could eat you!” She started gnawing on her neck playfully. This usually incited a playful response, but Circuit was still in shock. Gloom noticed this and tried to get her attention. “Heeeeey. Hey! Circuit!” She waved a hand in front of her, snapped her fingers, and even licked her face. Nothing would do it. Noticing there was something in her hands, she took it. “What’s this?” A quick look told her it was an address. “Oh, is this where your new girlfriend lives? Her number is there, too. Ooooooooh. Circuit’s got a girlfriend.”
Quietly, barely even a whisper, Circuit finally answered. “She gave me a job.”
“Hmm?”
“Gloom.” Circuit finally moved, grabbing Gloom’s shoulders in excitement. “Gloom! I HAVE A JOB!” She shook Gloom with life and vigor, all of which she had been missing as of late. “AND I START TOMORROW OHMYGODOHMYGODOHMYGOD!” She continued to tell her about her day frantically, the same way a child would tell you about the best day ever. Gloom didn’t have the heart to stop her.
