Abigail's Misadventure (Stardew Valley ENF)
Stardew Valley. Wednesday. 11pm. An insufferable ruckus once again rose from inside the folksy walls of Pierre’s.
“I can’t believe you snuck out again, Abigail!” Pierre shouted. “We talked about this literally two nights ago!”
“I’m a grown woman, dad,” Abigail huffed. “I can make my own decisions.”
“Not as long as you’re living under my roof!” Pierre retorted. His wife Caroline gave Abigail a dirty look of her own.
“It would be different if you were working, or doing more than taking some BS liberal arts classes online,” Caroline scoffed. “But as is, you’re lucky to have a place to stay rent-free.”
Abigail was already pissed, but this one really set her off. She had big plans for life, and her parents had slowed her down long enough.
“Get bent, mom and dad,” she growled. “Open your eyes. If you can’t see my potential, I’ll just have to shove it in your stupid faces!” And with that, she dashed to her room and slammed the door- a technique she had practiced often since her early teen years.
As Abigail threw herself on her bed and fumed, she knew she would have to back up those words somehow. She had to do something that she’d been planning, dreaming of for years. She had to go into those dangerous mines up in the mountains.
Abigail swallowed hard. She knew they were full of bats, traps, and all kinds of horrible monsters. Could she really walk in there? Alone? With nothing more dangerous than her wooden sword?
But then she thought of her dad’s smug face turning shocked when she came back with a backpack full of bat wings and precious gems.
The next afternoon (Abby rarely got up before 11am), Abigail gathered up a large pack, a bag of blackberries, and her sword. As her mother washed dishes, she snuck out the back door and headed towards Robin’s house.
As she passed by, she noticed Maru working on some bizarre mechanical device in the front yard. Maru brushed her reddish-brown hair out of her face and waved to Abigail, smiling. “Morning, Abigail!” she said. “What are you up to?”
Abigail waved back. “Hi Maru! I’m headed up to the mines. Just gonna slay some monsters. Get some precious gems. You know, the basics.” Abigail puffed up her chest, prepared to absorb the adoration she knew was coming.
Maru’s eyes widened. “R-really? I mean, I think you should be careful. You spend a lot of time inside, and you don’t know what to expect up there. This seems like a bad idea.”
“Oh, who asked you?” Abigail fumed. She didn’t need any more naysaying in her life, she needed encouragement. “You just talked your way out of a free gold bar, missy!” Abigail stormed off toward the mines once more, as Maru sat in stunned silence. Finally, the nerdy biracial girl got her voice back.
“Don’t forget about the festival tonight!” Maru shouted toward Abigail. But Abigail was already out of earshot.
Abigail climbed down the first ladder she saw, finding herself in a dimly lit passage full of rocks, stones, and old crates. Using her wooden sword, she smashed the crates, freeing pieces of iron and gold ore. “Yes!” Abigail whispered, pocketing the valuable metal. “Good start.”
Suddenly, a teal-colored insect came buzzing from around a corner, glowering at Abigail with compound eyes. The purple-haired young woman screamed, shut her eyes, and swung her sword around rapidly. Although the bug got a quick bite in on Abby’s wrist, she did much worse the bug. With one perfect blow, she split its chitinous hide and bug guts splattered everywhere-including her open mouth.
Spitting and coughing, Abigail fell to the ground. But once she got over her disgust, her heart swelled with pride. “I- I just killed my first monster! Fuck yeah!” She hopped up and did a little victory dance too dorky to describe without cringing. “The first of many,” Abigail chuckled.
Looking around the first floor passages, Abigail didn’t spot any more treasures or monsters, so she took a well-worn pick out of her pack and starting cracking rocks. It was hard work- she started to wear down quickly, but after picking through some rocks, she finally found a well-hidden ladder down.
The second floor was much more wide-open, a big chamber with relatively few rocks. There was, however, a cute little green Slime shuffling from place to place, looking for patches of algae to eat. It was almost adorable! “Awwww,” Abigail thought to herself. “Wouldn’t he look cute crawling around the house? And Mom and Dad would just fucking hate it…” With a sinister grin, Abigail sheathed her sword and took a jar out of her pack.
Slowly, she snuck up on the Slime, raising the jar over her head. And then, with a thunk, she slammed it over the Slime, pressing the jar’s lip to the ground. “Gotcha!” she chuckled, preparing the jar lid in her other hand.
But then she noticed a thin dribble of green goo leaking from under the jar’s lip, slowly pushing outward. Before she could do anything, the dribble became a rush of green, and the Slime re-formed on the ground, free of any restraint. With angry red eyes, the creature jumped towards Abigail.
Abigail yelped and reached for her sword, but the Slime landed on her arm and spread itself all over her hand like jelly. Abigail couldn’t pull her sword free, she couldn’t even move the arm at all! Panicking, she punched the Slime with her free hand. Big mistake. It was only seconds before that hand was sealed in place as well. “Get off me, you jerk!” she shouted.
As dear Abby struggled, the Slime made a burbling sound. More and more Slimes of every color began to pour from the walls, slipping between cracks and stones. Abigail started to run, screaming, but she tripped over a stone and fell to the ground. As the Slimes grew closer and closer, she struggled to get to her feet. But she could not, and the creatures grew ever nearer.
It was mere seconds before the Slimes had overwhelmed the amateur adventurer, covering her arms, legs, torso, and finally her face! Abigail felt sick as she felt slime ooze across her lips, and she could hardly breathe. Her vision started to get dim, and full of spots. There was a strange burning sensation all across her body, and she couldn’t move at all. Finally, though, the terror began to subside.
She felt a great weight lift from her, bit by bit. The burning became a faint tingling, and the Slimes pulled away from her body. Abigail felt cold and strange, but she dare not even shiver. She laid there for a long time, eyes squeezed shut, breathing tight. After she noticed not a single sound of slimy squishing around her, she finally cracked an eye open. Nothing around. So far, so good.
But as Abigail rose to her feet, dizzy, she immediately realized something was amiss. Her pale white toes were covered in nothing but a few spots of dirt. “Where are my shoes?” she groaned. Abigail looked all around, but not a shoe was in sight. Instead, her vision landed on a reflective puddle- and she screamed!
The slimes had eaten up her sword, her pack, and worst of all, her clothes! Abigail was dressed in nothing but her bra and panties! Oh, and her little purple choker. (Slimes apparently have a sense of humor.)
Abigail’s hot blood of embarrassment was the only thing keeping her from freezing, as a damp chill coated her nearly-bare thighs, chest, and butt. With a little “Eep!” she scrambled for the ladder she had taken down. As she climbed, she could feel her prodigious chest jiggling with every step. This wasn’t at all a bra meant for physical activity, it was a girly, lacy thing, with purple cotton cups and delicate black embroidery on the straps.
Abigail’s panties were no better. She wore a deep purple thong with pale purple poka dots all over it, and a frayed lacy black waistband. Sure, Abigail was no virgin or prude, but this sexy stuff was supposed to be for her, and maybe a partner, behind closed doors. Not out in the open, nearly an hour’s walk from home!
Abigail finally reached the top of the mines, but felt too scared to walk out of the cavern. How could she get back to her room without getting spotted? She was going to be absolutely humiliated. Not only would everyone see her embarrassing undies, they would think she was a freak for going out like this. And while Abigail had started the day feeling fine about how pale and curvy she was, she couldn’t help but feel pasty and chubby and awkward now.
“At least it’s dark outside,” Abigail muttered to herself. It was just an average, Thursday night, right? There would be some activity until about 8, but then she was safe for a few hours while the homebodies went to bed and the Saloon regulars drank up. The trick was, Abigail’s phone had been swallowed up with all her other belongings. She had no idea what time it was. And she couldn’t wait too long. Her poor, naked ass was so cold.
After staring out into the night for a few minutes, Abigail swallowed hard. “Fuck it,” she said, and scrambled out into the open air. She crouched down behind a bush, attempting to cover her deep cleavage with her shivering arms.
The purple-haired girl continued like this for the next half- hour, moving from spot to spot, trying to cover her scantily-clad body and purple underwear as much as possible along the way. Finally, she reached a vantage point where she could look down into Pelican Town.
To her horror, Abigail saw the town square was filled with people! Locals, strangers, her mom and dad, even that cute farmer she had a crush on. She had totally forgotten about this dumb new festival they were trying out called “The Gathering of Lanterns.” Everyone carried their own personal light, threatening to expose Abigail to the world. There was no way she was getting past all these people.
Abigail moaned and looked around desperately. There was some shrubbery below her, but it was quite a drop down, and she didn’t know if she could get there safely. Maybe she just had to wait this out and hope she wouldn’t lose any toes or fingers to the cold.
But Abigail had no such time to wait. She heard footsteps growing closer and closer to her in the dark. As a cold chill went down her spine, Abigail winced and began to climb down the cliff. Unfortunately, her weak arms had already worn out from the day’s efforts, and it wasn’t long before she lost her grip. With an involuntary yelp, she crashed down into the bushes below.
Abigail moaned again, this time equal parts fear and pain. She didn’t think she’d gotten seriously hurt, so at least there was that. But she was also very, very aware that the festivities had stopped dead. All the laughter and cheer had been replaced with concerned whispering. They fucking knew someone was in those shrubs.
“Who’s there?” Lewis shouted- or as Abigail liked to privately call him, “Mayor Douchebag.” Of course that pompous ass was going to be the one to investigate. “I’m warning you, you’d better speak up!” he called again, as he marched toward the shrubbery.
Abigail’s heart beat a million miles an hour. What should she do? Again, there was only time for dumb snap decisions. She shot one hand out of the bush that surrounded her and shakily waved in Lewis’s general direction.
“Heyyyyy, Mayor Lewis,” Abigail chuckled weakly. “I just took a little fall but I’m okay. Just go back to the party. I’ll join you all when I get my breath back.” She heard Lewis take a big sigh of relief.
“It’s okay, everybody!” he called to the crowd. “It’s just Abigail, she says she’s fine!” A roll of gentle laughter and applause followed, although Abby also heard her dad saying something angrily.
However, Lewis didn’t back off. In fact, Abigail could swear he was getting closer to the shrubbery. Her eyes popped wide in fear. “Really, Mayor Lewis, there’s no need to take time out of your busy schedule to, um-”
“Nonsense!” Lewis chuckled. “Come join the fun!” And with that, he seized Abigail’s hand with his ferocious political grip. And before the scantily-clad girl could say “Oh, shit!” Lewis yanked her up and out of the bush.
The combination of the iron grip, tangling shrubbery, and delicate, Slime-damaged underwear was not a winning one. With a series of improbable pops, tears, and snaps, Abigail’s bra and panties tore to shreds and were left behind when her body exited the shrubs.
As her totally naked body was completely exposed to the crowd, Abigail’s sense of space and time broke down. She nearly had an out-of-body experience. She could look in on herself from the outside, as her brain protected her from utter humiliation.
“I look so dumb,” Abigail sighed. “With that twitch in my right eye and my big mouth hanging open. And yeah, there’s my naked tits. Just sittin’ there, nipples in the autumn breeze. Glad everyone knows how wide my areolas are. At least they’re pretty pale, so they don’t stand out enough for the folks in the back to see.”
“Moving downward, I’m not as lucky. They could probably spot my big fluffy bush from outer space. Hell knows why the carpet turned purple with the drapes. I’m sure everyone will be talking about that for, oh, forever. Unless, of course, they notice how nice my ass is. But that’s admittedly kinda tough with this untamed purple jungle in your face.”
No one was shocked more than Abigail, but Mayor Lewis was a close second. He just spluttered and gagged for a second, embarrassed all his own. But then, inevitably, the ego came roaring back. “Young lady, what is the meaning of this?” he harrumphed. The crowd exploded into chaos, a mixture of laughing and catcalls and jeering.
That brought Abigail back to reality. She desperately threw her arms over her breasts and her bush and stammered. “I-I-I had a bad run-in w-with a Slime!” she admitted, as a bright red blush spread across her pale skin.
“Serves you right!” a voice leapt from the crowd- Pierre’s. Abigail would have been angry, but she was too busy being humiliated that her dad was seeing her naked. “I tell you over and over again that you need to listen to what we say, and you just don’t! Maybe the lesson will stick now,” he laughed.
Abigail couldn’t believe this! Her own dad was participating in her public shaming! But the voice she heard next was even more shocking- her mom’s! “Get your act together, Abby,” Caroline said. “I’m so ashamed. I mean, really, you want to be different so badly that you dye your pubic hair? Invest that effort somewhere useful, please.”
Abigail felt herself getting redder and hotter with embarrassment. She hung her head in shame and began walking toward her home, keeping her ass turned away from the crowd whenever possible. This was awful, but at least everyone else seemed to be keeping their words to themselves. There were whispers and giggles to be sure, but no one else was teasing Abigail
That is, until Jodi starting gossiping a little too loudly. The youthful mother leaned over to Marnie, nearby, and was yammering away about Abigail’s suspicious past to her rancher friend.
“I don’t know if it comes from the mother or the father, but it seems like Abby enjoys this kind of stuff. I mean, she’s Sammy’s friend and all, but I always knew she was the town slut,” Jodi giggled to Marnie. That was it. That was the straw that broke the camel’s back. Abigail gave up all pretense of covering her body, screamed, and ran the rest of the way to her house, tits jiggling up and down. She finally got to the door, tore it open, and turned to the crowd.
“Fuck you!” Abigail screamed at no one in particular, and slammed the door shut expertly.
She was grounded a long time for that one.
Art by EdyHelado. Apologies to ConcernedApe. Originally posted on Deviantart in 2020.