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Flora and Fauna	By : DonCorneo Category: +A through F > Animal Crossing (series) > Animal Crossing (series) Views: 23440 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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When Flora did finally open her eyes again, she could hear the town bell ringing in the distance. Eyeing her newly acquired DVDs, she snatched up Prey 2 off the floor and set it on top of the cardboard box with the first film. To her surprise, she heard a loud thunk outside, causing her whole body to flinch. Nearly falling off the couch, she made a beeline to the door, peering out the small window. Nobody.

She flung open the door and immediately noticed the small flag on her mailbox had been raised. Looking around for some sign of a mailman, she finally did catch him: a white pelican in a green uniform, mailbag slung over his shoulder, about 20 yards in the air. Flora stared after him until he flew out of sight, shrugged, and opened the mailbox.

It was from Violet!

She tore open the letter, unfolding the Lovely Paper within. A small, green leaf slid out, which Flora caught in her free hand. The letter simply read, "Thanks again!" and was signed "Vi," in quotation marks.

Giddy, she ran back inside her house and dropped the leaf opposite the couch, dying to see what it might be. When it landed, a puff of smoke erupted from it as it morphed into a TV with a VCR!

"Haha! Awesome!"

The screen was downright puny compared to Violet's Robo-TV, but it was entirely watchable. She would have to do something nice for Violet, she thought, before remembering that she was contractually obligated to do "something nice" daily. Unable to contain herself, she jumped up and down on the couch a few times before scurrying out the door.

A few minutes later, a very confused Violet answered her door. "Thank you!" said Flora, kissing her on the lips. "Thank you, thank you!" She kissed her twice more, once on each cheek, and took off.

Violet stared for a moment, feeling her cheek. After a few seconds of dumbfounded silence, she called after Flora. "You're welcome!"

The pink-haired girl came careening into Able Sisters so quickly she might have left skid marks. "Whoa," said Mable. "Hey!"

"Hi!" said Flora. "What's up?"

Mable laughed. "You tell me! Where's the fire?"

"Nothing." The girl was positively beaming. Just saying 'hi!'"

The seamstress shot her a blank stare. "Well, hi!"

Feeling particularly bold, Flora leaned in and sunk her hand into Mabel's barely covered breast. "I'm really excited about tomorrow night," she whispered.

"Flora..." gasped Mabel, glancing toward the rear of the room. She pulled Flora's hand off of her and repositioned herself so that she obscured the small girl from Sable's line of sight.

Her second attempted grope was shot down as well. "I was wondering," she said, shifting her efforts to the older woman's hips. "How would you feel about inviting Sable?"

Mabel, who by now had given up on rebuffing Flora's advances (and was currently being fondled all over), narrowed her eyes. One eyebrow shot up, and she turned her head slightly. "You know we're sisters, right?"

For a moment, a pang of panic overcame the girl; Violet's voice rang through her head a few times, insisting, "They're up for it."

"Yes," she finally said, pulling their bodies closer together. "I know."

"I don't think she'd go for it," said Mabel. "She doesn't really know you. You can try."

Now Flora's eyebrow shot up. "But you'd go for it?"

Mabel looked up at the ceiling, exhaling a long sigh through her nose. "I would," she whispered. "I have."

She could hardly contain herself. An excited moan slipped out.

"Did Pango tell you? Or Violet?"

"Violet," laughed Flora. "You've done this more than once?"

Mabel, now blushing, nodded.

"Did you guys ever... like, not in a threesome? Just... you know..."

Closing her eyes, the sultry seamstress breathed a deep sigh. Stealing another glance at the ceiling, she nodded.

Flora made a face (and a noise) that seemed as if this news alone had actually driven her to orgasm. "Oh my god," she said, face reddening. "That is messed up, Mabel!"

Messed-up Mabel could only shrug. "What do you want me to say? What would you do if she was your sister and asked you?"

Flora peeked her head out from behind Mabel's apron-clad silhouette to get a better look at Sable. She glanced back at Mabel, back and Sable, and then her eyes went to the floor. A second later, as if following her eyes, she hung her head. Her answer was plastered all over her face.

"Exactly," said Mabel. "I know it's messed up. So does she. But we're... happy. And we're not hurting anyone."

"I'm not judging you," said Flora, addressing herself as much as she was anyone else. Jokingly, she added, "I definitely know what I'll be thinking about next time I masturbate."

"Flora!" Mabel shot her a quick punch in the shoulder. She could tell the intent was playful, but it had kind of hurt!

"I'm gonna go ask her," said Flora, trying to rub the pain out of her shoulder.

Spirits high, she strolled to the back of the shop where Sable, as always, was hard at work on a sewing machine. "Hi, Sable!" she called, placing her hand on the woman's shoulder.

The elder sister shot her a quick, confused glance before resuming her work. "Uh, hi," she said.

"So hey," said Flora, "Mabel and I are going out for coffee tomorrow night, and I was wondering if you'd like to come."

Sable's head recoiled an inch or two, as if the invitation itself had hit her with concussive force. "Oh," she said, shaking the stunned expression off her face. "No thanks. I think I'll pass, uh..."

"Flora."

Sable nodded. "Flora. Thanks anyway."

"Okay," said the girl, still grinning.

Sable glanced down at Flora's hand, still sitting on her shoulder. "I, uh, kind of have a lot of work to do here..."

"No problem," she said, withdrawing her hand. "I'll see you around, okay?"

Sable looked at her for a moment, then nodded. "Yeah."

Flora traipsed back to the front door, a smug smile slithering across her face.

"That's it?" whispered Mabel. "You didn't even mention -"

"Don't worry about it," Flora said, making a dismissive motion with her hand. "I'll warm her up to the idea. Anyway, I'm taking off." She leaned in, surprising Mabel with a quick peck on the lips. "See you tomorrow night!"

On her way out of the store, Flora was in such good spirits that she was hardly paying any attention to where she was going; she very narrowly avoided crashing head first into a sky blue horse.

"Whoa," said the horse. "Sorry about that."

Flora went a deep crimson. This stranger wore a pink spaghetti-strap top, a pleated navy skirt, pink high heels, and purple eye shadow. Their blonde hair spilled into their face, obscuring one eye. But what had Flora so flustered was that this person appeared to be a very lean, muscular, male horse. The four words she had heard in the stranger's voice had done little to convince her otherwise.

"Um!" she stammered, trying to compose herself. "Hi! I'm... Flora, I just moved here."

"Oh, hey," said the stranger, offering their hand. "I'm Ed."

Flora winced. Ed? It was looking more and more like this was a guy!

"Welcome to Vale," they said. "Lemme know if you need anything."

The stranger waved goodbye and entered Able Sisters. Out of morbid curiosity, Flora followed.

"Hey, Ed!" said Mabel, noticing Flora's re-entry.

"Hey, Mabe."

Mabe? She would have to use that one. It even sounds like "Babe."

Ed moved to the back of the store, checking out the clothes on sale. Flora pulled Mabel aside and whispered to her. "Who's that?"

"That's Ed," came the response, as though it was obvious. "He's one of our best customers."

Flora had heard the pronoun, but had to ask anyway. "Is he... a he?!"

Mabel had to stifle a giggle. "Yes," she said. "He's a he."

"Why's he dressed like that?"

"That's how he dresses."

"In women's clothing?!"

"Yes."

Flora stared at... him? for a good minute, trying to make sense of the situation.

"...He's really cut."

"Yeah. He works out a lot."

"Is there a gym in town?"

"No, unless you count his house. He's got a lot of equipment."

"You've been to his house?"

"Sure."

"Did you..."

"...What?"

"Have you..."

"Have we? Sure."

"With him?"

"Yeah."

"Really?!"

"Yes!"

"He's not gay?!"

Mabel could hardly contain her laughter. "No, Flora. He's not gay."

"Then why does he-"

Mabel cut her off, putting both hands on her shoulders. "That's just how he likes to dress," she whispered. "You're being kind of immature about this. He's a really nice guy."

"What? I am not being-"

"Hey Mabe," called Ed. "How much for this Beatnik Shirt?" He held up a red and black striped T-shirt. Flora could tell just by eyeballing it that it was much too short for him.

Mabel pointed an adamant finger at Flora's nose, then walked over to Ed. "360," she said. "Can I ring that up for you?"

"Sounds good. Thanks."

"So Ed," said Flora, approaching. Mabel shot her a "What are you doing Flora" look, but she pressed on. "I couldn't help but notice you like women's clothing."

Mabel pressed her palm into her forehead.

Ed let out a small chuckle. "I couldn't help but notice, so do you."

This had caught her off-guard, so a thick silence crept into the shop. "That's cool," she said at last.

"Heh," said Ed. "Thanks."

The silence was outright running into the shop, now. This time it was Mabel who broke it. "So uh, let me ring that up for you, Ed."

"Yeah, sure." He produced a bag of bells from who-knows-where and handed it to her.

"So hey," said Flora, prompting a "Shut up Flora" look from Mabel; she ignored it. "Are you doing anything later?"

"No, not really," said Ed. "Why?"

"I was hoping you could show me around. Since I'm new. And all."

"Sure. I could show you around now, if you want."

Flora smiled. "That would be great."

He tucked the shirt under his arm, thanked Mabel, and beckoned for Flora to follow him. As they left the store, Flora threw a goofy grin and a thumbs-up to a stunned Mabel. As he led her throughout town, she really had to marvel at his ability to walk on grass in six-inch heels. She was a girl and couldn't even walk on a flat surface in two-inch heels.

"Sooooooo," purred Flora, stunned by her own genius. "Where's the gym in this town?"

"Hmm? Oh, there isn't one."

She gasped. "Really?" Oscar material. "But you're in such good shape!"

She could see him blushing, however slightly. "Oh, thanks. I uh, I work out a lot at home. I have a lot of equipment and stuff."

"Really? I would love to see it."

In just a few minutes, they stood outside Ed's pink-roofed house. He flicked the light on as they entered, and the room came into view; the checkered modern flooring stood out against all sorts of gym equipment. There was a punching bag in one corner and a speedbag next to it, a weight bench under the window, a vaulting horse in the middle of the room, and, though it clashed with the other furniture, a blue tile bathtub in the corner opposite the punching bags. Buried in the third corner, behind some trophies, was a small green bed.

"What are those trophies for?"

"First place in the Fishing Tourney and the Bug-Catching Tourney," Ed announced with pride. "And second place in the Fishing Tourney."

"You won first and second place?"

"Not in the same year."

Flora felt rather stupid. "Oh."

She sat down on the weight bench, sliding under it. "Careful," warned Ed. "How much do you bench?"

"I dunno," said Flora, "how much is this?"

"That's 300," laughed Ed. "I can't even do that. I just don't have a better place to store the weights." He slid two of the weights off each end and set them on the floor with a clank. "Here," he said. "Try that on."

She lifted the bar off its "Y" shaped holsters and it promptly fell to her chest. "Hooof!" she wheezed, struggling beneath its weight. Ed quickly grabbed it and pulled it off her. "Sorry," he laughed. "Here."

Flora rubbed her chest as he slid one more weight off each end. "How much was that?"

"That was 50. This'll be 30."

"Jeez. You know what? I'm alright."

"Oh, come on, it's not so bad. You're just a greenhorn. Here, I'll show you how it's done."

Flora stood up and began to salivate as he slid onto the bench; positioned as he was, one heel up on the bench, she got to stare directly up his skirt. He was wearing pink panties that could barely contain his package. As he stared up at the ceiling, counting presses, she snuck up on him and flipped his skirt up.

"What are you-" was all he could get out before his panties had been yanked down under his member. In his surprise, he let the bar fall onto his chest. "Oof!"

Flora's eyebrows seemed to leap off the top of her head as she devoured his beast with her eyes. Even in it's semi-flaccid state it gave Dizzy's monstrosity a run for its money. Her eyes only grew wider as it slowly grew more erect. He set the bar back into its place with a clink.

The room would have been completely silent if not for Ed's thumping heartbeat. Paying him a sexy grin, she tucked her hair behind her ears and set to work. As she drew a long, slow lick up the shaft, it shuddered with anticipation. "Flora," whispered Ed. "What are you doing?"

She jerked it a few times, then swirled her tongue around the tip, digging it under the foreskin. "What does it look like I'm doing?" she said.

"Nggh..."

She took it in her mouth, taking great care to be as painfully slow as possible. It was not as big around as Dizzy's, that was for sure, but she would be surprised if it wasn't the same length. She only got about half of it in before she had to fight the gag reflex to muscle down a few more inches.

"Oh man," winced Ed, sitting up to get a better look at her.

She drew it out with a slurp, and couldn't help but cough a few times. As she made another pass, Ed ran his fingers through her pink hair and moaned. She bobbed down on it a few times before withdrawing it again, this time sending a long lick down the shaft. Lifting it so that it stood straight up to the sky, she licked all the way around the area where it met his scrotum, then led her tongue allll the way back up to the head. Turning her head sideways, she cupped her lips around the side of it and slid them allll the way down, licking all throughout. She did this a few more times before taking only the head between her lips, bobbing down onto just that for a while.

Further moans from Ed filled her with pride. She forced it down her throat a few more times, running her lips back up it with loud slurps. Glancing up to make eye contact, she noticed that Ed's only visible eye was closed. All she could see was the bright purple coating his eyelid, his long eyelashes pointing towards the ground. Flora let out a moan of her own; she couldn't hope to explain it or even understand it, but she had all of a sudden arrived at the conclusion that cross-dressing was a major turn-on for her. Her free hand ran down Ed's long leg, surveying its intricate musculature, drawing out more and more delighted grunts. She slipped her arms under his thighs, pulling them closer to her cheeks.

By now she was starting to get really wet, and before she knew it, one of her hands began to drift toward her panties. It slipped in undetected, her middle and ring fingers craning deep inside her slit.

After a long groan escaped Ed, she slid his twitching penis out of her mouth with a wet pop and said, "Tell me when you're getting close."

"I'm getting close," he said, not missing a beat.

She nodded and jerked him off with vigor, aiming his cannon straight at her face.

"Nnn..."

She closed her eyes and held out her tongue. "Ahhhhhhh..."

Ed let out a great neigh as he exploded onto her face. His seed was thick, thicker than she had ever seen, and stung. Just as she was recovering from the blast, his member twitched and unleashed a second wave onto her face. Then a third! Finally, after the third wave, it ran out of ammo, though it still twitched uncontrollably.

"Holy shit," she spat, blinking her eyes rapidly. It was everywhere. On her nose, in her hair, on her cheeks, on her ears, on the top of her head, on her chin, on her eyelids, on her tongue, on her teeth. She had never seen so much of this stuff come from one orgasm! "How long has it been?"

"Too long," wheezed Ed.

Flora let out a booming laugh. "Damn," she said. "That was intense."

She pushed him into a reclining position and straddled the weight bench. His curious manhood slowly stood back to attention as she slid her shorts and panties off.

"You're gonna be on top?" he asked.

"Yeah."

"No," he said, attempting to slide out. Flora stopped him. "It's gonna hurt," he said. "It won't fit. Let me be on top."

"I can take it," said Flora.

"No, you can't."

They bickered this way for a minute or so until Flora, fed up, simply slammed herself down onto his length.

"Gah!"

He had been right. She was only about halfway down before the end of his penis had sucker-punched her womb. It was like a kick in the stomach. She let out a pained groan and Ed lifted her off of him by her ass.

"I told you," he said. He stood up, carrying her, much of his third leg still inside her. "Here," he said, gently sitting her down on the bench. He pushed her down so her back was flat against it and gingerly slid his penis in further.

"Nngh," moaned Flora. He got a slow rhythm going, getting a feel for her limits. She was beginning to enjoy it now, even as the pain was still wearing off. Dizzy had hurt as well, but his monster was so big around that it had been a struggle to get it in at all, let alone fill her to capacity. This wasn't the case with Ed, who had a much more average girth. She couldn't quite say it was more pleasurable than Dizzy's, but it was easier, less taxing. She wrapped her legs around Ed's waist, pulling him closer.

"Oh, fuck me, Ed."

He got a bolder rhythm going, just barely kissing her cervix every few thrusts. Tiny shivers of pain spilled throughout her, each one gradually melting into pleasure. "Ow..."

He paused for a moment. "Too rough?"

"No... don't stop..."

She winced as he continued. It was a magic threshold he had found, alternating pain and pleasure seamlessly. She would hurt for a moment, feel intense joy over the next few thrusts, then hurt for a moment again. Feeling particularly bold, she pinched her clit between two of her fingertips, sending an electric jolt of euphoric pain throughout her lower body.

He pulled her top up over her head, and she slipped her arms underneath her back and undid her bra. Soon both items were on the floor and Ed was sinking his perfectly manicured fingers into her chest. She helped him along, squeezing her right breast hard, and an ecstatic grunt left her. She ran her other hand along his abs, investigating their perfect form, and could feel herself getting even wetter. Ed was an anomaly. He was easily the hottest guy she had seen in town yet, and in spite of making for a hideous woman, Flora knew deep in her mind that she wouldn't be half as turned-on right now if Ed were dressed like a boy. She couldn't for the life of her explain why, but really, she didn't care at the moment.

Ed's breath grew heavier. "God... You look so hot like this..."

Flora, getting redder in the face by the second, asked what he meant by that. It dawned on her that what felt like gallons of his semen was still all over her face. In spite of herself, she began to laugh. She took a small swab of it on her finger and licked it clean.

"Can I do it on your face again?"

"Fuck no," she spat. "Come inside."

And so he did, to her great surprise. How was he able to unload on command like that? And perhaps more importantly, how had she finally outlasted somebody? A grunt of shock and delight left her, and she threw her head back with glee as a wet warmth spread through her.

Even as his second strike, it had filled her to bursting; a good deal of it spilled out with a splup. She could feel herself getting closer, closer... but she was not quite there. He made a few more tired thrusts that she desperately hoped to ride to climax, but to no avail. It was clear he was spent, and was already fairly limp. Flora, still fruitlessly humping his noodle, let out a large sigh. "I was almost there," she said.

As Ed pulled out, she released another sigh, but her jaw fell slack as Ed lowered his face between her thighs and parted her lips with his tongue.

What?! Ew! She was dumbstruck. What was even happening? What was wrong with this guy? Here was a cross-dressing bodybuilder horse licking his own semen out of her cunny! Holy fuck did that get her hot.

"Ed!" she screamed. "What are you doing?!"

"I have to finish the job," he said. "Least I could do."

"Ahh!" His nostrils shot warm bursts of air at her clit. She could die happy right now. Still, she had to know: "Aren't you grossed out?"

He hummed an answer, but she wasn't sure if it was an affirmative "Mm-hmm" or a negative "Mm-mm." The only thing she was sure of was that it sent the most heavenly vibrations through his tongue.

"Ed!"

He was tentative, probably because he wasn't too keen on the taste, but he wasn't half-bad. He licked along the entrance and swirled his tongue softly around her clit. He craned his tongue deep inside, drawing a slow arc from bottom to top. For a moment she tried to study his technique, but as she came closer and closer to the edge, she cared less and less about learning anything. She squeezed her thighs together, smothering Ed in their embrace. Her toes began to curl.

"Ed... I'm...!"

No scream accompanied her climax, just a modest squeal of delight. Ed lapped up every drop.

Then he made a beeline to the bath and spit, turning the water on. Flora giggled uncontrollably as he ran the water and buried his face under the faucet, gargling.

Afterwards, as they both sat on the weight bench for a few minutes to catch their breath, he developed another throbbing erection. "You want to go another round?" asked Flora.

"Not really," he said. "I'm exhausted. It's just, holy hell, your face is the hottest fucking thing."

She blushed, further accenting the pearly strands hanging off her skin.

"I want a picture of it on my wall."

She laughed. "Got a camera?"

His eyes went wide. "Really?"

"If you print one for me too, sure."

He rummaged around in a narrow Office Locker and eventually found a small digital camera.

"Say cheese," he said.

She crossed her legs, held out her palms, and made a face that said, "Oh well!"

Click.

They shared a laugh and he tossed her a towel. As she wiped it off, he sighed in mock sadness. "I'm sad to see it go," he joked.

"Oh, shut up," giggled Flora.

A thick silence hung in the air as she re-fastened her bra. "So, Ed," she said, deciding, for the moment, to screw tact.

"Yeah?"

"Why do you wear women's clothing?"

"...Why do you wear women's clothing?"

Flora raised an eyebrow. "Be...cause I'm a woman?"

"No," said Ed, shaking his head. "Loads of women wear jeans or whatever. You're wearing short shorts. Why?"

"Because it's comfortable."

"Exactly."

She let this sink in for a moment, but it didn't quite take. "Huh?"

"I wear what I want. What I'm comfortable in. What I think I look good in. I don't think that's so weird."

It was beginning to make sense, but one detail still seemed off. "Heels aren't comfortable," she pointed out.

Ed laughed. "Fair enough. But they work my legs and ass. And for some reason chicks are turned on by my being able to walk in them."

Oof! That one had hit close to home.

"Alright then," said Flora, unable to think of anything else to say.

"It's cool," said Ed. "Most people here think it's weird. But fuck most people."

"I know I do," she joked, as if instinctively.

A great guffaw left Ed. "Not what I meant."

"I know what you meant. But that's a good attitude! Who cares what people think?"

"So," he began, placing a heel on the weight bench. Flora nearly missed what he said next. "Did you really want me to show you around or any of that, or was that all just a ploy to get with me?"

"You got me," she said, wearing a toothy grin.

"That's cool. You take what you want. I respect that."

"You should, too. When was the last time you had casual sex?"

He thought for a moment before settling on, "It's been a long time."

"You should have more of it," said Flora. "At the very least so that you don't sting my face next time."

He smiled and kissed her cheek. "Thanks, greenhorn. I'll keep that in mind."

As she waved goodbye, he invited her to stop by anytime. She assured him that she would and made her exit, making her way home with a smile on her face and a spring in her step.

When she came to the bridge in the center of town that led across the river, she was surprised to find a red otter standing there, staring at the water. He wore a pair of suspenders and a white knit cap, and was barefoot, which struck her as odd. She didn't recognize him, so she offered her hand. "Hi," she said. "I'm Flora. I just moved here."

"Hey," said the otter, not looking away from the river. "Can I share something with you?"

"Um," said Flora, not sure how to respond. "Okay?"

The otter turned to face her and opened his eyes, which had been half-closed. She was surprised by how beautiful they were.

"Life," said the otter. He took a deep breath. "Is just what you dream when you're dreaming, maaaan."

Flora stared at him for a moment. Her jaw fell open and she blinked a few times, but her only response was a nod.

His eyes fell back into their natural half-lidded state. "Right on," he said. "Hey, hook an otter up with a scallop, would ya man?"

"Oh, uh... I don't... think I have one."

"Aw maaaan," he groaned. "I was gonna give you something cool. Ah well."

That caught her attention. "Wait!" she said, grabbing his wrist as he prepared to backflip into the water. "What kind of something?"

"Just some cool furniture."

"Will you take anything else for it?"

"Nah, don't worry about it. I'll just be-"

"Hang on," said Flora, glancing around. She couldn't see anybody around, but just to be save, dragged the otter behind a tree.

"What are you-"

"Here," she barked, slipping his suspenders off his shoulders and yanking his pants down.

"Whoa," he said, sounding less surprised than he did intrigued. She knelt down on the grass.

She wasted no time getting his manhood to full attention and into her mouth. She was in a hurry, after all; the more quickly she finished him off, the less of a chance there would be that she would be discovered.

Not that she was too concerned about that.

Flora made short work of him; he was a bit chubby, so his average sized penis fit into her mouth like a glove. It was a welcome break from the likes of Ed. She worked it vigorously, barely using her hands at all, preferring instead to simply run her tongue and lips along it. She wrapped her lips around it as tightly as she could, effectively "biting" it without actually using her teeth, and stretched it as far as she could. The whole process was accompanied by the same loud, embarrassing slurps that one might make trying to drink the last few drops of something through a straw.

"Dude..."

With him inside her mouth all the way to the hilt, she licked the very bottom of the shaft with fervor. She drew it out of her mouth slowly, drawing a zig-zag along the bottom of it with her tongue. She bobbed her head up and down like a headbanger at a metal concert.

He didn't last long, and in no time his sticky load filled her mouth. She took care to swallow every drop; after all, she had to walk home after this. His release had a strange, salty taste to it. It wasn't exactly unpleasant, and yet, it kind of was. She moved to stand up, but he put his hand on her head, furiously jacking off with his other to keep erect. "Any chance I could use your breasts?"

"Are you gonna give me the furniture?"

"Are you gonna let me use your breasts?"

They had a brief Mexican stand-off until Flora flung her top over her shoulders. "Fine," she huffed, undoing her bra. "Just be quick."

She laid down on the grass as he straddled her, pushing her breasts together while he slid his slick shaft into the space between them.

"Oh maaaan," he said, humping her chest with gusto. "Boobs are like... the universe's most perfect form, maaaan."

She wasn't really paying attention. The chilly air creeping in as the sun set had her nipples fully erect, and the repeated wet <i>slaps</i> against her chest were creating a puddle in her panties. I wish he would have just taken a blowjob, she thought, gently kneading the sides of her breasts. The way things were now, she didn't think she could let him leave without getting her off, too. That'll take too long! Somebody'll catch us!

His hands melted into her chest as he continued thrusting. Flora could hardly take it anymore. She spread her legs wide open and tried to reach her hungry slit with one of her feet. The best she could accomplish was just barely massaging it with her heel. It wasn't doing a whole lot to relieve her tension, especially since her panties and shorts were still on, but it was something, and she gladly accepted it.

Opening her eyes to glance at her mystery partner, she noticed his eyes were closed as well, and his mouth hung open. "Tell me when you're about to-"

Splat. All over her face.

"Cum," she growled. She wiped her face clean with her hands as he slid off of her, smearing them on the grass.

"There, you got a tittyfuck," she said, kicking off her panties and shorts in one swift motion. "Now hurry up and fuck me." She wrapped her arms around her thighs and pulled them as far apart as they would go. Her spine curled into a sort of "c" shape, her ass hovering about a foot off the ground.

The otter readily complied, to her pleasant surprise, sheathing his entire penis within her. His uncanny stamina reminded her of Nook, though a key difference between them was that Nook could go more than three minutes without blowing his load. It took him a minute or two for him to become fully erect again, but she was just glad to have something filling her dripping cunt, satisfying that ungodly itch.

Even by the time he was back at full mast, it wasn't a tight fit at all. In fact, he actually felt a bit below average in length. But at the moment, she was thrilled. As aroused as she currently was, she would have killed something if she had to wait for Dizzy or Ed to gently work their dick inside. It was actually a relief to have somebody be able to just plunge their entire length in and get straight to fucking.

She realized, as a string of quiet moans began oozing out of her, that this otter fellow was rather quiet. Maybe if he had been moaning or grunting or making dirty talk, she would have gotten off already.

But she was hardly complaining. She knew she'd get there soon enough, and she didn't really care any more if she was spotted before it happened. The grass gently scratching her back, the cool night air on her skin, the sound of the river, and the slimy otter dick inside of her were all that really mattered right now.

Far sooner than she had hoped, she could feel herself filling up with an all-too-familiar sticky warmth. Expecting him to callously pull out, her fingers flew to her clitoris and began softly massaging it. She was so close, and his ejaculation had only pushed her even closer. She would be damned if she would go without cumming after having gone this far.

The otter, in fact, didn't pull out, but he did collapse on top of her. "Oof!"

His face landed right in between her breasts, and he took the opportunity to motorboat them. Flora was so glad he did; he had given up thrusting his member into her, but the sight of him getting such enjoyment out of her breasts was enough of a turn-on that she was more than able to finish herself off.

"Whew," she said, out of breath. The otter slid out of her and began pulling his pants on.

"Thanks man," he said. "That was way better than a scallop."

Flora dressed herself and tried to make sure there was no visible cum on her. "You're welcome," she said, straightening out her shirt. "So what kind of furniture are we talking about?"

He started slowly making his way back to the bridge, and she followed. "Oh, yeah," he said, sounding like he had genuinely forgot. "Look, maaaan, you see this here? I'm giving it to you!"

He handed her a typical green leaf, and she put on a huge, toothy grin. "What is it?" she asked.

"It's an anchor, man," he said. "Like from a pirate ship!"

Huh? That was not what she had expected. Still, she would have to take it home and look at it. Maybe it would make a cool decoration. If not, she could sell it to Nook or something.

"Thanks again," said the otter. "Later, man." He fell backwards into the river, drifting lazily down it on his back.

"Hey, wait," Flora called after him. "I didn't catch your name!"

"Pascal," he yelled back. "I'll see you around."

A shrill voice rang out from behind Flora, startling her. "Oh my gosh!"

She turned around, still holding the leaf, to see who the voice belonged to.

Oh no.

Anyone but that.

Olivia, the snooty siamese cat, was sprinting towards her.

"Was that Pascal?"

"Yeah," said Flora.

"Did you trade him a scallop?!"

"Uh... yeah," fibbed Flora. What was up with this chick? She hadn't said this many words to Flora since they met.

Olivia's eyes went wide and starry. "What'd you get?"

Flora scratched her head, more than confused. "An anchor?"

"Ohmygosh!"

Olivia grabbed Flora's wrist. "Hey," she said, shaking the white paw off. "It's mine."

"Um," said Olivia, getting uncharacteristically embarrassed. "Flora, was it?"

What on earth was going on here?

"Yeah," she said.

The siamese, for the first time, offered her paw. "I'm Olivia," she said. But Flora knew better. This bitch had snubbed her when they first met. She simply stood still, clutching the leaf with both hands.

Shot down in flames, Olivia withdrew her offer sheepishly. "Um, listen," she said, "I'm actually collecting Pirate theme furniture, and the Anchor is the last piece I need. You... you have to sell it to me!"

Flora did a double-take. Say what?

"I... I won't take no for an answer!" Olivia said. "7... no, 8,000 bells!"

Holy cow! That was a deal if she had ever heard one. But Flora was hardly willing to be anything resembling curtious to this vile creature. A tiny angel and devil appeared on her shoulders. Screw her, said the devil. Don't let her have it!

Give it to her, said the angel. Then, putting on a voice that was far from holy, they added, but make her work for it!

A grinchy grin spread across Flora's face. She had a wonderful, awful idea.

"You can have it for 3,000," she said.

Olivia lit up like a Christmas tree. "Really?!"

"If," said Flora, her right arm sliding her shorts and panties down one leg. "You eat me out first."
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