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Rock, Paper, Scissors!	By : Cineraria Category: +G through L > Harvest Moon Views: 3981 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Harvest Moon, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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- 1-Rock, Paper, Scissors!
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"Scissors? Scissors!?" The petulant green-haired beauty howled from inside the television. "I'll show you scissors, you brat!"
Claire backed up in horror as the Harvest Goddess swept through the television screen. It was terrifying, like Samara in the Ring! Sure, Claire had received gifts through the Goddess from the TV, but she's always just discovered herself holding the gift with no other interaction on the Goddess' part.
"P...Please, ma'am, I didn't mean any harm..." Claire stammered, starting at the proud, irate Immortal in front of her. "I was just playing your game, my Goddess." She bowed her head respectfully.
"Yes, you were."
Claire really didn't like the tone the Goddess used.
The beauty was standing in the middle of Claire's simple town cottage, gown twirled around her, perfect postured back ram-rod straight, head slightly thrown back to look down upon the mortal haughtily, and perfect bosom heaving angrily, jiggling in a way Claire envied her her low-cut gown.
"And now you'll be playing my new game," the Goddess smirked, marring her sweet, round face.
"M... Ma'am..." Claire stuttered, shaking in fear.
"Silence!" The Green-haired woman commanded, and Claire found herself unable to speak.
"Better." The smile was now sickly-sweet. "Now, the game is called, 'my favorite little slut gets her comeuppance.' It's a game in which I do this--" She punctuated her words by raising a hand into the air and twisting it, "And you feel, well, how do you feel, my favorite little slut?"
Hot. Claire could feel the heat coursing through her veins. She was frozen in place, unable to move, but her mouth dropped open, panting, her nipples pulled tight, and her vagina throbbed.
"Little slut, little slut," The Immortal sing-songed, gracefully approaching the frozen woman, "I asked you a question, my little slut. I thought you wanted to play my game?"
Claire found herself able to speak again, but was only able to let out a low groan.
"Now, now, Claire. If you don't play properly, how can you lose like a good slut?" The Goddess taunted mercilessly. "It seems I must punish you." She shook her head with faux-sadness.
Claire whimpered.
"How shall we start, my slut? Oh, yes," The Harvest Goddess crossed one arm across her chest and rested the other on it, lifting a hand up to rest on her face to give an appearance of consideration. "Little sluts don't wear clothes, do they?" Her eyes glitter maliciously. "I'll fix that, shall I?" She offered, and reached forward to undo a clasp on Claire's overalls.
"You know," She commented in a bland, conversational tone as she pushed the strap over Claire's back and caressed the bare skin of her shoulder and upper chest. "I knew you were my little slut from the first day you came to your little farm. A good girl would have worn a shirt under this, and not teased me with your cute little tits all but hanging out." She unlatched the other clasp, and let the overalls sink down to Claire's waist, where they caught on her hips and pooled."But I think I'll make up for all that teasing." She whispered hotly into Claire's ear, and grabbed a double-handful of breasts.
Claire let out a low, whining moan at the feel of the Harvest Goddess' strong hands kneading her pert tits.
"M-m'Lady" She managed to stammer, but the touches only stoked her lust higher, and she lost any thread of though in the onslaught.
"Oh? The slut speaks? Well, I guess that deserves a reward." The Immortal admitted ruefully, ducking her head down to suck at a nipple.
Claire cried out.
"My good little slut." The green-haired Goddess praised affectionately. "Come now, I promised something more, didn't I? If you're a good girl, and strip out of those ugly overalls, I'll allow you to come to bed with me. Doesn't that sound nice? She soothed.
Claire nodded feverishly. "I promise, M'Lady!" She cried out. "I promise. I'm so hot, M'Lady, please!"
"Ohh," The Goddess cooed, "not only did the slut promise, she finally answered my question. Very well," She waved dismissively, "Take off your clothes and crawl up onto the bed. Crawl, mind you," she warned, "I want to watch your slutty cunt glisten for me." She licked her lips.
"Yes, my Goddess." Claire answered, and found herself able to move. She quickly and efficiently stripped out of her baggy overalls and cute, strawberry printed panties--a limited item that she had bought as a reward for herself after she had shipped so many kilos of strawberries last spring--and, to make up for the lack of a show in stripping, she dropped to her knees and slowly crawled on all fours to the bed.
The green-haired Goddess laughed lowly. "Such an eager slut," she whispered the vulgarity with such tenderness, Claire could feel her pussy throb in response. "Such a good slut," she praised further, "I love watching your hot cunt dripping-wet for me. You're so eager to please me, aren't you slut?" She demanded, making Claire pause, tits pressed against the bed, ass in the air.
"Yes, my Goddess," She assured, trying not to rub her nipples against the oh-so-rough fabric of her quilt. "I'm wet for you, my Goddess, I'll please you, my Goddess."
Said Celestial smiled triumphantly. "I think I like that position, Claire-slut, but for now, climb all the way up onto the bed and sit on your knees. Knees spread, mind, so I can see that dripping cunt so eager to please me."
Claire nodded eagerly, and did as she was bade, clenching her hands into fists in front of her, so they wouldn't treacherously reach out to skim a finger through the wetness.
"Now, slut, remove my gown." The green-haired Goddess ordered, turning to let Claire access the row of tiny buttons holding the gown together in the back. "Then, she continued as she felt the first three flawlessly pop open, "I'll let you suck my tits."
The previously steady hands started fumbling with the tiny buttons.
"And if you rip my dress, I'll spank you." Her voice was still as light as when she was promising Claire a treat. After all, even if the mortal ripped her gown, the Harvest Spirits would fix it, and if she didn't, there was still punishment to dole out.
Claire's little fingers trembled harder, but still slowly and carefully undid each and every button.
How like a farmer, the Harvest Goddess noted with bemusement, steadily do the job until work is done.
Out loud, she simply cooed at her mindless lust-slave and praised, "Such a good job, slut, you earned your reward!" And stepped out of the gown, holding herself as gracefully nude as she did costumed in the finest silks and gems. Claire sighed appreciatively at the sight of the Goddess' large, firm, perfect breasts at the perfect height for her to draw the Divine nipples to her lips. She fidgeted a little and wondered if the Goddess would let her nibble on the hard tips, then lave away the pain.
"You seem to be thinking something naughty, pet," the Goddess' voice cut into Claire's lewd daydream, "and neglecting me."
"I'm sorry, M'Lady," Claire apologized and lunged forward eagerly, lapping at the large mounds in little, kittenish licks, desperate to taste the Goddess moaning above her.
"You coy little slut." the Immortal accused, but didn't sound upset, so Claire cautiously continued.
"Ohhhhh, my little whoreee..." She moaned, and drew her hands to her breasts to lift them to be more easily accessible to her mortal slut's mouth.
Encouraged, Claire latched onto a nipple and sucked a vigorously as a babe, bringing her hands up to kneed the Goddess' Divine tits.
"Do you like sucking on other women, my slut?" The Goddess shifted her hands from her breast to running them gently through Claire's long, flaxen hair. "Have you been fantasizing about their cute tits and dripping pussies? How about my cute little Anna? She wears the same ugly overalls, but is a good girl who wears an undershirt. Have you dreamed about making her a slut like you? Or maybe Popuri? Pink hair, cute little titties, and dripping pink nether-lips. Or perhaps you, my slutty little minx, like the older, bigger-breasted mom? I bet my dirty whore dreamed of both Popuri and Lillia. You're such a filthy slut you probably dreamed of having the mature mama eating your tight cunny while you played with her daughter's tits like you're playing with mine. No," she mused, her grip tightening in Claire's hair, forcing the smaller woman face deep in her breasts, "still not kinky enough for my slutty-cunt. You probably want to feel Lillia's tongue in you, and her voice screaming into your tight pussy as her daughter--the very same who was birthed from there--eats her mother's cunt out."
Claire sobbed a little at the idea, so turned on it hurt and felt precum leaking down her thighs, adding to the growing wet-spot on the quilt. Determinately, Claire attacked the breasts in her face, teeth grazing, then tongue lapping at each nipple in turn, nipping and sucking, hoping to give back half the torturous pleasure she was experiencing. "Oh, my perfect little whore." The Celestial sighed in pleasure. "As good as that feels, I haven't forgotten why I'm here. I'm still bound and determined to punish you. Hands and knees, chest on the bed, head towards the wall, ass in the air, legs apart." She commanded.
"Yes, Goddess." Claire panted, obeying mindlessly.
"Well," the Green-haired divinity drawled, "let's begin your punishment with PAPER." And with the emphasis, she brought her flattened hand down of Claire's vulnerable ass with a resounding smack, causing Claire to cry out at the unexpected pain.
"I'm sorry my Goddess!" Claire sobbed and her hand scrabbled for purchase in the quilt, though she didn't move from the position.
"I don't like to lose, my Claire." The Goddess explained, and smacked the other cheek firmly. "Tell me, though," she ordered over Claire's sobs, "have you a ruler?"
"A... a ruler Goddess? Yes, Goddess, it's on the bookself." Claire was puzzled, but grateful that the smacks had halted, and though she was kicking herself for questioning the ruling Goddess, answered promptly.
"Excellent." Was the simple reply, before the warm hands left their place from soothing the red, hand-printed cheeks of Claire's ass.
"Well now," Claire hear the ruler snap against the wood of the bookself, "this should speed things along."
A bolt of pure pain hit Claire, quickly washed over by pleasure and lust, all originating from her tight, throbbing cunt.
She screamed.
"Now, now," The Immortal taunted, "if you react like that every time I spank your slit, we won't get this punishment over with efficiently."
Claire felt a hand come down on her aching ass, and sobbed.
"Please Godd---Ahhhh!" The ruler had hit her vagina again, "Please, please---" She swallowed her sobs and babbling as the ruler came down again, "I won't--- not anymore--" A hand slapping her ass. "Goddess please!" She sobbed.
For her part, the Goddess was loving watching the girl below her writhe and cry and try to anticipate when and where she would strike. "The gods strike as they please." She hummed to herself. "My pretty, sexy slut. You're loving this aren't you--" SMACK. "Feeling pain and pleasure at the whim of your Goddess?" SMACK. "Such a filthy minx." She whispered lovingly, and bent down to run her tongue along the throbbing, bruised slit still dripping with lust.
Claire screamed in pleasure, and the Celetial brought a hand down to her ass as punishment. SMACK. "So sensitive here, whore." The Divinity teased a finger along the lips. "Maybe it's time to move on?" She leaned back, and groped one of her breasts as she quickly and easily plunged two fingers into Claire's dripping snatch. She pumped them mercilessly, and reflected on her options.
"Whore. I'm going to lie down on the bed. You will be allowed to lick me. Move."
Claire quickly scrambled out of the way, watching the Goddess wearily as she gracefully reclined on the warn quilt, making the old fabric look as beautiful and vibrant as the fall flowers. Then she spread her legs, and all Claire could think of was how much she wanted to taste the Harvest Goddess' vagina.
There was a low laugh, and the green-haired Goddess murmured, "Go ahead, my sexy little slut, but bring you tight cunt over to me.
Claire gleefully did as she was told, carefully planting her knees to bracket the Goddess' head, and minding the long braid trailing from one bun, before burying her face in the surprisingly sweet-smelling lips.
And it tasted surprisingly sweet too--Claire was no expert, despite the Goddess' claims the the contrary, but she was sure that no other woman would taste like flower nectar or like Claire's hive's honey down there.
Overwhelmed by the Divine taste, Claire eagerly lapped at the lips, ignoring the Celestial's fingers plunging home once more, and occasionally dipped her tongue down into the folds. Moaning at the taste, Claire carefully balanced herself so that she could use one hand to spread the lips, and enthusiastically lap at whatever her tongue could reach. She carefully stuck her tongue in the Goddess' hole, flicking it in and out to simulate the plunging of a cock, before pulling back to delicately suck on the Goddess' clit.
"Oh, Claire. Oh, my clever little minx," the Goddess moaned thrusting wildly into Claire's face, and adding a third finger that made Claire squirm herself, though uncomfortably.
"Yes! Yes! My whore, my slut, suck my clit!" She screamed, "Fuck me with your tongue, my little prostitute." Claire was more than happy to obey, gleefully tongue-fucking the Goddess while flicking a thumb over the clit. The Goddess added another finger to Claire's dripping wet slit, eliciting a whimper of pain. The Goddess was careful, stretching and testing and making sure Claire was wet and loose.
"Take it all, my slut!" The Harvest Goddess demanded, thrusting her cunt into Claire's face, and the rest of her hand into Claire's vagina. "ROCK." Claire screamed.
"Don't pass out, whore," The Goddess demanded, cruelly fucking Claire with her hand, "lick me."
Claire sobbed in pain and pleasure, and attacked the Goddess' cunt, hoping that bringing the Goddess to orgasm would end the punishment.
"Oh, my slut, my good little slut, lick me, tongue fuck me, make me come, come from my hand fisting you, like the tramp you are." The Goddess babbled, still thrusting, and came. Her honey-sweet juices gushing out onto Claire's awaiting tongue, where she lapped it up eagerly even as they covered her greedy face.
"Perfect little whore." She murmured lovingly, then slowly removed her hand, again denying Claire's orgasm. "I'm afraid that if I tease you much more, I'll break my perfect little slut, so let's do the last punishment together, my Claire."
Claire nodded and collapsed to her side. She was aching and exhausted, covered in tears and cum, and all she could think of was how badly she needed release.
"Ready, Claire?" The Goddess whispered, laying beside her and lifting Claire's leg into position.
"Scissors." She hissed, thrusting her cunt against Claire's aching, weeping slit, and eliciting a keening cry of pure lust from the farmer.
And as though that had triggered something in the lust-riddled girl, the blonde snapped and forcefully thrust back into the Goddess' drippingsnatch, moaning lewdly, and rubbing herself against the soft pussy-lips mindlessly, quickly, moaning and screaming all the while.
"Yes, my own perfect whore: fuck me, fuck your self. I love feeling your perfect cunt rub up against mine." The green-haired Goddess moaned.
Claire could almost swear she could feel the Goddess' clit rubbing against hers as she feverishly thrust and ground into the the Divine being's hot cunt, driving herself to completion.
"Go... Goddess... I'm going to... I want to... May I?" She begged, hugging a perfect leg against her chest and rubbing her pert tits against it.
"Yesss." The Goddess howled, fucking back with abandon, "Come with me, my dirty, slutty whore! I want to feel your hot cum gush against my cunt, I want to feel you come!"
Claire all but convulsed as the orgasm ripped through her body at the Goddess' filthy words, she screamed her completion, feeling her muscles clenching and releasing in orgasm, though she never stopped thrusting, even as she felt her orgasm taper off.
Until she felt the Goddess' own fevered, forceful thrusts, clenching, and hot, dripping cum hit her own cunt, setting her off again and making her pass out with the intensity of her second orgasm.
For her part, the Goddess stared off into space, panting as she came down from her escapade with the mortal girl. It was a good thing the stupid villagers hadn't spread those nasty rumors about their Goddess being a sore loser to the more recent addition, or she would have had to blight the land for them taking away this slutty little morsel. As it stood, she should probably head back to her spring to bathe, she decided, and rose to collect her gown. But the little spell she had put on that cheater Claire? Well, that could stay for a while.

Claire is Goddess-blessed: that's how she could take so much abuse without needing stitches. Seriously, though, don't take my fiction as sex manual.
I'm also considering making this a series if enough interest is shown.
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