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Mystic Island Battles	By : BlazeDrgn Category: +G through L > Harvest Moon Views: 2253 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Harvest Moon or the characters therein, this is merely a random story I came up with, nor do i make any money from this fanfic

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~~~This is my first attempt at a Harvest Moon fanfic, attempted in most part by the lack of Witch Princess and Harvest Goddess out there. There will be more chapters that will cover everything I’ve labeled as going to be in this fic, later. Please R&R feedback, I’m curious to know what others think both of my writing and the pairing.~~~

Everything was quiet in the late summer of the Mystic island, the church’s inhabitants seemed to have gone to the crop festival, even little Witchkin was nowhere in sight.
Normally the Witch Princess would have reveled in the silence, but as she sat in the silence and thick heat tucked away inside her house, it felt like more of a nuisance. With the right spell she could make the inside of her house more of a warm cool like spring, or perhaps instead the crisp cool of fall, yet she couldn’t remember the exact right words needed for either spell and after hours of searching through her shelves and finding nothing of what she needed the witch had thrown several books off the shelf and across the room before she sat down in a huff. With a soft groan she leaned back against the bookshelf and gave a small wave of her hand, the scattered books rose and slowly returned to their spots as she contemplated what to do next.
Most of these places were rumored to have a hot spring somewhere, yet it was the exact opposite she wanted, a nice shady pool of water in which she could cool off in. Her eyes widened slightly as she realized she knew of such a place, an occupied place, but that had never stopped her before. Getting up she went over to the window that looked towards the Harvest Goddess’ pond, light faintly glimmered off of the water’s surface as it danced through the leaves of surrounding trees. It looked so cool and inviting… but she wasn’t about to just ask the Goddess to share, what would people say if she did such a thing, not to mention that little brat Witchkin would never let her hear the end of it.
Taking off her cloak she hung it by the door and removed her boots as well before picking up a wicker basket normally meant for holding dirty laundry. Opening the front door, basket in hand, she stepped outside, narrowing her eyes at the sudden bright direct sunlight. Looking down she wiggled her toes on the grass for a moment before setting the basket on the ground while leaving her front door ajar. With certainty that her plan could not fail, Witch Princess pursed her lips and began gathering frogs and placing them in the basket. Frogs had always been more Witchkin’s thing, but she wasn’t about to ask for her help either, nor was she going to sacrifice any of her precious bears.
It was almost an hour before she got enough frogs to stay in the basket together before she carefully took the handles of the basket and headed across the bridge towards the pond. The Harvest Goddess never seemed to leave her pond, even on the day of crop festivals she still seemed to just watch everything from her stupid little pond. However, just to be sure, as she drew closer to the Goddess’ home she called out as if to challenge her.
“Harvest Goddess! I challenge you to a fight!” She hollered out while carefully holding the basket behind her back as best she could, hoping none of the frogs jumped out. There was silence for a moment before a familiar flicker of silver blue light swirled above the waters surface, the Harvest Goddess appearing inside as it faded away.
Folding her arms over her chest the Goddess gave a small scowl “Can’t it wait? I want to see who grew the best corn this summer.” She said, not really caring to hide her impatience.
“Fine, I’ll be quick then.” Was the immediate retort the Princess gave before pulling the basket from behind her back and launching the frogs at the Goddess. Taken by surprise the woman barely had time to raise her arms in defense as the slimy frogs landed on her, some plopping into the pond below. Witch Princess watched as the Goddesses eyes snapped open in horror as she realized she was not only covered in frogs but one of them seemed to have gotten down the front of her shirt. The scream that rang through the air seemed like music to Witch’s ears as the Harvest Goddess fled from where she hovered above her pond and into the empty church nearby.
Grinning like a Cheshire cat the Witch Princess quickly dumped the basket and jumped into the pond, clothes and all, knowing she likely wouldn’t have much time. The frogs that had fallen into the pond had mostly already crawled out, not that she cared once the cool water soaked her clothes almost chilling her. She gave a soft sigh as she rested her head on the side of the pool, content that she had been successful in her plan to cool off.

Inside the church the Harvest Goddess had been grateful for privacy, even knowing people couldn’t see her she still didn’t like to undress in front of them. She had tried, oh how she had tried to get the frog out of her shirt without removing it, but it just kept squirming and was so slippery! Removing her shirt had seemed to be the only option, and she had practically torn it off to get the frog out. Though now as she stood topless in her own church she couldn’t help but feel a little, silly. Not to mention slimy and gross. She lightly batted off the few frogs that hadn’t come off as she had fled into the church, shaking her skirt to make sure they hadn’t gotten anywhere else… uncomfortable. Once she found she was frog free the Goddess looked at her little top, not sure if she wanted to put it back on. The Harvest Goddess was certain she could still see some frog slime along with the bits of dirt, causing her to grimace at the thought of putting it back on. The thought of going back out topless was hardly compelling either.
Soft croaks of the frogs echoed in the empty church, the fogs simply staying where they had fallen. It wasn’t too far to her pool, perhaps she could just make a run for it. Going over to the window she peeked outside, hoping the pastor wasn’t returning early. What she saw, however, was not quite what she had expected. There, in her pond, the Witch Princess lounged as if asleep.
All this… just to rest in her pond? The absurdity seemed almost incomprehensible to the Goddess. Why hadn’t she just asked? She wondered to herself if she would have agreed to allow the Witch to cool herself in her pond, she certainly would’ve preferred it to a rain of frogs. Deciding she needed to confront the Witch Princess about this, least the meddlesome woman come up with some other gross idea just to rest in her pond before the summer was out. NotingS the outside of her shirt was cleaner, she placed it back on inside out best she could before opening the door.

The pool was just as nice as the Witch Princess had imagined it, even with her dress still on, she still didn’t care. It felt so easy to just fall asleep in the pool with the shadows from the trees dancing across her face. Between asleep and awake, the soft sound of a door creak still reached her ears, jolting her awake. Eyes wide she tried to quickly climb out of the pond only to find herself slowed by her wet clothing, not to mention how slick the grass became as she splashed water everywhere. Damn it, she had planned to be gone before the Goddess got back. Managing to get to her feet outside the pond she straightened only to come eye to eye with the Harvest Goddess who stood barely a foot in front of her. Both women stood frozen, almost as if a standoff had been declared and each was waiting for the other to move first.
“You threw frogs at me, just for a dip in my pond.” Harvest Goddess said accusatorily as she pointed a gloved hand at the Witch Princess. “Why did you not simply ask?”
“Hah! Like I’d ask, even if I did you’d hardly say yes.” Witch Princess retorted, waving her hand dismissively, her soaked sleeve splattering water at the Goddess as she did so.
“Even so,” Harvest Goddess said as she wiped the water from her eyes, ignoring the wet feeling as it trickled down her front to soak into her top. “I don’t see how that makes it fair.”
Giving a scoff Witch Princess wondered how to simply go home and change into something dryer. As nice as it had been the wind that was starting to blow was causing her clothes to cling to her, at least she’d left her boots and cloak at home. Glancing down slightly Witch Princess couldn’t help but smirk.
“And here I thought only bad girls went braless.” She said as she crossed her arms below her own breasts, pushing them up. Harvest Goddess glanced down, looking at the Witch Princess then herself and squeaked as she noticed her nipples visible through the fabric and quickly placed her hands over them, her face flushed bright red.
“How could you, I’ll get you back for this!” she cried as she ran back to her pond and leapt in, her usual silvery light teleporting her back inside her home.
Laughing to herself Witch Princess ran back towards her house dripping water as she went, she felt nothing could bring her down from this double victory over the harvest goddess.
Once inside her home she changed from her wet clothes to dryer ones, feeling much better now. Picking up her soft bristled hairbrush, she spoke a few words and it lifted from her hand and began to brush her hair. Sitting still as the brush floated about her, she thought back and couldn’t help but smile to herself; the Goddess did have a nice pair of tits… whose was bigger? Surely she was, but perhaps she should check. The simple thought of challenging the Goddess to a contest of who had the biggest bust almost had her laughing once more, though she knew next challenge the Goddess would get to pick. Nonetheless, she allowed her mind to wander as she thought of new and interesting ways to torment the Goddess again.

~~~~~~~ It’s harder than one might initially think to write about people who only go off of titles as opposed to names. Also while it might seem odd that the harvest goddess doesn’t like frogs, for the sunshine island game it states she doesn’t like animals, so that’s what I’m going off of. Till next time. ~~~
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