Thread: Milking Fields (Vekseid and Adonia)

The echo of angelic voices rose to the high domed ceiling of St. Margarets Chapel, voices flowing sweetly from the mouths of the all-girls choir performing for the moderately packed audience. There were about forty of them in all on the stage, human and catgirls alike, sent to the strict Catholic school by doting, protective parents. On Wednesday afternoons, the Sisters opened their doors for free concerts, free food and even freer proselytization. What the dear Sisters didnt know was that many in the audience, most of it young males, came not so much for the Word of God but to gape at the girls. Somehow the choir had collected most of the pretty girls in the school who can sing or barely sing, even. Young, smooth faces glowed angelically under the Chapels infusion of light through its vast expanses of brilliantly stained-glass, the shocking myriad of various colored hair from white to purple shining with health somewhat offset by the demure, light-blue choir robes that all the girls wore for the concert. Under the robes, each of the girls nubile bodies hinted at ripe, blossomed curves that probably had quite a lot to do with attracting the testosterone-laden element of the audience. At the entrance to the chapel, two girls, twins, did their duty as ushers who guided visitors to their seats and gave out little booklets with sweet smiles and murmured words of God loves you. Melody and Harmony, they were called, which was sort of ironic as neither could sing a note and were so bad that they were actually banned from the choir. Melody had hair as white and soft as spun silk, while Harmony had hair as black as midnight velvet, but their bodies were identical. Perhaps their names could be more aptly applied to their appearance, for each seemed a melodious and harmonic concert of seraphically innocent faces, soft, exquisite curves and long, graceful limbs both with enormous eyes of a deep cerulean blue. Since they were the ones that visitors first met at the entrance, and wore no choir robes on top of their school uniforms, they had become somewhat of a landmark of the Chapel for outsiders, and the young men who attended got their eyeful of celestial twinness. At the end of the concert, they also served drinks and refreshments from behind long tables set up in one of the Chapels large back rooms, joined by some of the girls who had removed their robes to help. The audience number seemed to swell at this point as latecomers who had avoided most of the concert came trickling in. But most of the girls took it all in stride, as this was all part of the Lords work to represent their school and church to the community. One of the girls, however, grumbled about the number of people who happened to show up late. I think we should start charging for the food, Catherine muttered to Melody. Catherine had yellow ears twitching sleekly up through her mop of yellow hair, and studious amber eyes behind a pair of spectacles. Even as the least curvy of all the girls, she still boasted a voluptuous figure that strained against the confines of her uniform. And do you seriously think they come just to hear us sing? Of course they do, Melody responded firmly, nodding to one of the boys whose turn it was to get a drink and sandwich from her platter.. and to ogle at her. With a repressive look at him, she said, I hope you come and listen to the choir again! Then she turned her attention back to Catherine. You all sing so beautifully, how can anyone not want to listen to you? Once again she contemplated the unfairness of not being able to sing, but she shook off the disappointment and turned her attention back to her tasks. Sister Marcella says that shes never seen so many attendees since she put our choir together, Harmony nodded, smiling at a boy who stammered his thanks before stumbling away with his drink and sandwich. By the way, yall are coming tonight, right? There were murmurs of assent. They hardly needed to be reminded, as Wednesday nights were big Bible study nights. Yep, remember its at our house tonight, chirped in Violet. With soft lavender ears and lavender hair and vivacious, luminous amber eyes, she was one of the Rainbow Quintuplets as the catgirl sisters were called. All the girls families involved took turns hosting the Bible studies. Mom and Dad wont be home tonight, so theyre leaving us to play hostesses, she dimpled mischievously. With Mom and Dad away, after the Bible study we can have some fun and listen to my new Terra Bytes CD and try some of her video dance steps, Sapphire whispered with a surreptitious nod, green eyes blinking under a lustrous mass of blue hair. Several of the girls squeaked in excitement. They not only sang, some were good dancers too, but the Sisters frowned upon this sort of activity among the students. Honestly, whats the point? Cherry rolled her eyes. Purple-haired and green-eyed with owl-like spectacles perched on her small nose, she was considered the uncontested valedictorian of the senior class. She was a whiz at math and physics and computers and was likely to go to MIT. You dont have to join if you dont want to, soothed Sapphire, while her sister Amber stuck out her tongue swiftly at Cherrys back. Then the visitors started trickling out once it was clear there were no more sandwiches and cookies to be had, and it was time for the girls to go home to get ready for the Bible study that night.