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He’s been watching for about a week now, camping out in an area of Cindersap Forest that is rarely visited when he needs to sleep and trying to figure out the farmer’s schedule when he’s awake. From what he can tell, Oliver (who he believes just turned eighteen before he left) is either dating or married to both Harvey and Shane… so he has low standards to begin with… huh. It seems like he gets along well with most of the people in the village, and based on the way his stomach has grown significantly since last they met and the fact that someone is always touching it (whether it be him, Harvey, Shane, or someone else), Morris has to wonder what the hell is up. He’s a man, right? Very small and he looked sickly when when he first arrived, like paper stretched over a wire mannequin, but in the years since his arrival, he got meat on his bones and this could easily just be a case of overeating, he has an entire farm running now, so much food at his disposal that he ships a lot of it off so none goes to waste. He's still small, so regardless of the weight he has put on, Morris believes he’ll still have the advantage and be able to pick him up with ease.
After watching Harvey and Shane leave the farm to go work and kill time until the saloon opens and checking his pocket to make sure he has the small jar on him, he leaves the woods surrounding the farm and walks up to the door, knocking three times before allowing Oliver the time to get up and to the door. He took a shower at the spa early this morning, but he’d still worry about whether or not he’s presentable if he weren’t so hellbent on Oliver reaping what he sowed. This is his fault and it has been a long time coming.
The boy looks like he has been awake for a while, opening the door and greeting Morris with both enthusiasm and disbelief. His hair is somewhat messy and the shirt he’s wearing is much too large for him, it likely belongs to Shane since Morris can’t believe Harvey would wear anything like this… that and he doubts it would fit Oliver at all.
“I thought you had left for good!” Oliver starts after inviting the other man inside, gently closing the door and gesturing for him to take a seat on the couch while he waddles into the kitchen - yes, waddles, like a duck or a penguin, maybe he’s been working with the livestock too long… “I was upset to hear that since I never got the chance to get to know you and the last time I saw you Pierre started a fight with you. I hope life has been treating you well, though… where did you move, anyhow?” He asks, droning on and on while he pours two glasses of sparkling grape juice as though he actually cares or something.
Morris decides to follow him into the kitchen under the guise of wanting to help, taking their drinks into the living room and setting them down on the coffee table while Oliver cuts up some cheese and fruit for them. “I live all over, work makes me travel a lot since I work nationally for corporate now… and I did leave for good,” he answers, reaching into his pocket to pull out the small jar of powder. He looks back to make sure Oliver is occupied before removing the cork and pouring the contents of the glass jar into his plastic cup, knocking it on his hand to make sure it all ends up in there before sealing it up, putting it back in his pocket, and mixing the drink. “I was passing by and I thought it would be nice to visit Pelican Town and see how the place was doing since I was passing through for work,” that’s a lie, they fired him two months before he left to come here. ...sticky, it’s sticky and gross, it was labeled as wine so he doesn’t understand why it’s as bubbly as it is, maybe to help Shane believe he’s drinking the cheap stuff he usually ends up drinking? Who knows? He wipes it off on his hand once he’s done and makes his way back over to Oliver.
“Oh, really? That sounds cool! I haven’t left Stardew since I moved back in and the only other place I remember living was Zuzu City… I’ve always wanted to visit other places, but the upkeep of the farm is… a lot more work than I first expected,” he says with a light laugh, cutting up the fruit with ease and precision, like he’s done this a million times before and plans to do it a million more times. It’s almost hypnotic watching the movements, so fluid, and the sound is so loud. How would it feel taking the knife from him and plunging it into him? Probably like cutting into a fleshy fruit, like a blueberry if it was larger - no, probably a dragon fruit if any fruit since any muscle he may still have would make for some resistance. “I’m glad to hear you’re doing well though, and I assume there aren’t any hard feelings about what happened last time since you came to check in on us… if you haven’t already, I recommend dropping by Evelyn’s before you leave, we altered her cookie recipe just a bit and goodness, just an extra half cup of chocolate chips can make a world of difference…” he says the last part somewhat dreamily. Morris wouldn’t think about stopping by anyone else’s place, it would be too suspicious for him to show up just before Oliver goes missing, and it’s not like anyone here would want to see him.
“Maybe I can take you with me sometime, I don’t have to pay travel expenses and I could always use the company!” He’s coming with him regardless, and soon. “I’ll probably visit after I’m done here, I’m off to Zuzu City this evening, actually,” he takes the board from Oliver, maybe a bit too aggressively, but after the initial shock wears off, Oliver thanks him quietly.
“Well, I’d have to talk to Harvey and Shane about it first, and I doubt I’d be able to with a little one on the way,” his voice is a bit softer now, eyes averted even after they sit down… somewhat bashful as he speaks.
So he’s… pregnant? That doesn’t make much sense to Morris, but he knows Oliver has no reason to lie to him about something as trivial as that. Somewhere deep inside of him, he feels some remorse as he watches the farmer pick up his cup and drink the roofied juice, not enough to do anything, no, he’s too focused on getting his revenge to see just how messed up all of this is. It’s too late to do anything now anyways.
Time passes by and they talk about menial things, like when the baby’s due, what plants Oliver has planted, Morris’ preferred mode of transportation from point A to point B… and soon - not soon enough - Oliver succumbs to his visible state of drowsiness and confusion, eyelids growing heavy and falling shut soon after he pulls his legs up onto the chair he’s sitting on. Something about this engagement turns Morris on, maybe it’s just excitement since he’s finally getting what he’s wanted for so long? Yeah, that’s probably it. That has to be it.
No one is on the farm - construction of the pond ended two days ago and no one is supposed to be back for another two hours at the minimum - so Morris doesn’t worry about concealing the body, easily picking the boy up and transporting him back to his tent even if it gradually gets harder to support him and he almost has to take a break. He looks pretty halfway decent like this, passed out and defenseless against his worst enemy, what more could a man want?
What more could a man want? He doesn’t know what he wants to do now. Should he kill him? Toss him into the surrounding ocean and leave him for the fish? No, that’s too merciful, this kid singlehandedly ruined his life. He’ll figure something out, but in the meantime, Morris wants to see something.
Oliver said he was pregnant, he even let Morris feel his stomach, feel the baby kicking inside… How does a man get pregnant though? That’s what Morris wants to know, and since Oliver won’t be any the wiser, he decides to look at what he has on him. He’s straight , being gay is wrong , Oliver deserves punishment for more than one thing… Morris is… he’s in the right doing this, he deserves to know how, he shouldn’t have to be left in the dark.
Shaking hands push the boy’s shirt up before his fingers grasp at Oliver’s sweatpants and underwear and begin to pull. No shoes, no socks, no problems completely removing the articles when he likes what he sees. This isn’t a man, this is a woman that is lying to people, deceiving everyone . Another stripe.
He gains a bit more confidence in seeing this, reaching out to spread the farmer’s legs and touch his small cunt, having to push his outer folds apart to see those cute, pink inner folds. In all honesty, the thing that made him feel the most guilty in all of this was getting hard at the sight of the drug working it’s magic on a man , but he can’t feel guilty now, he welcomes the throbbing in his trousers as he gropes this woman, pushing his shirt up over his head, the thick bra on him being tugged on until the Velcro holding it together breaks apart and his small tits are exposed, the white fabric stained and his nipples glossy and wet looking.
The sight makes him somewhat curious, forcing him to stop playing with the boy’s cunt so he can get onto his hands and knees, looming over him and watching with curiosity as he moves his dominant hand to touch the wetness, confirming that it is, indeed, wet before he gently squeezes Oliver’s tit, jumping when some sort of liquid is ejected. Fuck, now he has some sort of unknown liquid on his shirt and it might stain it. He debates on what to do next, and due to the fact that his cock twitched at the sight of that liquid being ejected from Oliver’s body, he decides to bend over and try it, who knows if he’ll ever get this chance again? The kid will probably be in the river soon anyways.
It's… watery and like… almond milk? Odd - interesting, yes, but still odd. It tastes good, it makes him feel warm inside and his dick feels painfully hard in the confines of his trousers. He pulls back with a growl to get them off, pawing at the button and zipper and pushing his slacks and boxers down to his midthigh once he’s able to, his cock springing up against his stomach and adding another translucent white stain to his black dress shirt. He takes the time to remove his tie, tossing it aside and unbuttoning the dress shirt in question before allowing himself to drop back down, now grinding against the unconscious farmer’s pussy while he grabs his tit and dives right back in to get more of that tasty liquid, sucking and squeezing to keep it consistently coming into his mouth.
He wasn’t expecting his dick to end up inside Oliver’s cunt, but God, he can’t complain now that it’s in there, wet, and warm, and somehow still tight around the intrusion. He starts fucking into him with all he has, having to pull away from his tit so he can get the best angles for his own pleasure, moving his hands from the tarp covered ground to Oliver’s hips, nails digging bloody crescents into them while chases his own pleasure. He doesn’t think the sounds coming out of him are human anymore, he isn’t human, he’s a monster, a beast of the field, who would do something like this, especially to a pregnant… thing ? That’s something for a later Morris to deal with, right now, all he can think about is how good this pussy feels, thrusting into it only a few more times before he’s filling him up with cum. He keeps thrusting even after he’s finished, only pulling out when he starts getting too sensitive to the feeling and can’t handle it anymore. He has enough sense in him to pull out and collapse next to Oliver - even in the small space, he’s going to move in such a way that he doesn’t hurt the baby.
His hand moves up again to rub Oliver’s stomach after pushing his legs back down, feeling the faint movement of life inside him… he can wait to get his revenge, there’s no sense in harming an innocent soul just because he holds a grudge against its parents. Good thing he ended up relenting, because he can hear the sound of people in the distance. Despite being overwhelmed by exhaustion, Morris forces himself up, getting what little he has together after he’s tucked away and throwing the thin blanket he was using onto the blonde before bolting towards the forest. He has to duck down behind a bush to get himself together, far enough away to run and maybe make it to safety before he’s caught if anyone sees him, but close enough to still see the tent. He watches Jas and Vincent lead Elliott and Leah towards the tent, the gingers telling the two kids to wait farther back while they check out the ‘odd tent that someone carried someone into earlier’.
They both look like they’re absolutely appalled when they move away from the tent, Elliott telling the children to go home before telling Leah to escort them home and get Harvey and Shane while she’s in town, claiming that he’ll stay and make sure he catches whoever did this if they come back. Just based on expressions and the way Elliott speaks in a tone devoid of all emotion, the children know better than to ask what happened, horrified themselves even if they don’t know since they’ve never seen Elliott like this. They have plenty of time to dwell on it, but not here as Leah’s already whisking them away, Elliott telling them to be safe in their departure and Leah telling him to do the same.
Morris watches this entire scene play out before his eyes, lingering just a bit longer before deciding it’s his time to leave, namely when Elliott steps inside the tent once more since leaving it again will give Morris a head start towards the train tracks… It must be his lucky day since he can hear the whistling in the distance. Where will he go next? He doesn’t know, only fate does.