Flora and Fauna

Author Note:

Sorry it's been so long. Here's a nice long chapter for your troubles. And there'll be another nice long chapter within the week! I can't promise to keep this pace or even close to it, but I will try and update more than once a year from now on. Thanks!

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"Ugh!"

Flora smiled. This was going to be a blast.

"You're disgusting," spat Olivia, storming off.

"Hey, come on," said Flora, chasing after her. "I'm giving you a deal. Don't you want to complete your collection?"

Olivia shot her a filthy scowl. "A deal? I gave you a deal! That anchor isn't worth 8,000 bells, and you know it. It's certainly not worth catering to your disgusting, slutty desires."

Flora narrowed her brow. "Hey," she whispered, "Don't you judge me. You don't even know me."

"I know enough. I know you've already slept with half of the people in this town. And I know that you just asked me to... to service you, even though you don't know me either! You might as well be wearing a sign around your neck that says-"

Flora cut her off. "All right, you know what? You're right. I am a slut. But lemme tell you something: I'd rather be a happy slut than a miserable prude like you."

Olivia's jaw fell open just a tiny bit. She inhaled a small breath, preparing to say something, but Flora pressed on. Something inside her had snapped.

"Nobody in this town likes you, Olivia. You've lived here for how long? And how many friends do you have? I've been here a day and I've made friends with everybody I've met. Everybody except you. From the moment I met you, you've been nothing but a total bitch."

Olivia bared her teeth.

"You wouldn't even shake my hand when we first met, you turned your nose up at me when I lost my shirt, and then you come running up to me expecting me to be nice to you? Expecting me to, to sell you some furniture like we're best buddies? And then you're gonna stand here and judge me? You know, I never even expected you to do it, I just wanted to make you uncomfortable. But no, you just couldn't resist the opportunity to be horrible to another living being. So you know what?"

Flora threw the green leaf at her. It wafted slowly to the grass. "Take the stupid, fucking anchor. Take it for free. Put it in your house. And every time you look at it, think of me, and feel like shit for the way you treated me."

The siamese stared in furious disbelief as the pink-haired firecracker stomped off. Flora had to fight to resist the urge to look back and see if Olivia had actually picked the leaf up.

She screamed with frustration as she kicked open the door to her house. She flopped down onto her new couch, kicking her shoes off at the wall. She cracked open the Prey case and shoved it into the slot of her new TV. Her shorts and panties hit the wood floor with a thwack. She had to let off some steam.

The rabbit vibrator she had borrowed from Violet buzzed to life. She cooed as it entered her, touching her neck to one of her shoulders. With her free hand, she opened the chapter select menu and picked the scene with the hottest thumbnail. She was a bit disappointed when the scene opened with Tiffany and Rachel sitting on the couch drinking wine, fully dressed. Still, she plugged away at herself.

Soon enough the suits and skirts came off and there was some good old-fashioned fucking to behold. Tiffany traced circles around her partner's nipples, flicking them once or twice with each pass until they were erect. Each woman had most of their fingers inside the other. Flora pressed hard on the ears of the vibrator, forcing it against her clitoral hood. A frustrated sigh left her.

The two wolves pressed their muzzles together, kissing like the world was going to end. It was smoking hot.

But it just wasn't working.

She sat there for a good fifteen minutes, vibrator buzzing away, silver screen lesbians blasting at full volume, but it was just going through the motions. Even when she eventually came, it was the blandest orgasm she'd had in in recent memory, probably ever. She needed... she wasn't sure what she needed exactly, but an extended masturbatory session wasn't it. She slid the vibe out and twisted it off, tossing it onto the couch. She pulled up her shorts, stepped into her shoes, and slammed the door behind her, leaving Prey blasting and her panties on the floor next to the couch.

While she tried to decide just how to vent, she decided to introduce herself to the Town Hall employees Violet had mentioned and see if she could make anything happen. When the bubbly pelican behind the counter greeted her warmly, she could see what Violet had meant: Pelly was irresistibly cute. She wore an adorable pink dress with puffy white sleeves. Except for her bangs, her hair was cut very short, and every word that passed her lips seemed to be dripping with sugar.

"Hey," purred Flora. "I just moved here."

"Flora, right? It's great to meet you!"

"You too."

"You're working off a debt to Tom Nook, aren't you? It must be hard."

"Heh heh," she giggled, "Yeah, it is."

"Well, this is the Town Hall... you can make payments on your mortgage over there," said Pelly, gesturing to an ABD machine in the corner. "And that's the recycling bin," she continued, pointing to a green-lidded plastic tub on the other side of your room. "And you can speak to me if you need to mail a letter, or if you get locked out of your house, or if you have a problem with a resident!"

Flora cocked her head to one side. "Actually," she said, "I think I may have an issue with Olivia."

"Oh, is that so? I'm so sorry to hear that. What seems to be the issue?"

"She's..."

Flora searched for the right words. "She's very rude. She seems like she doesn't want me here."

"Gosh," said Pelly. "I'll see what I can do. You know, just between us... I've been getting a lot of complaints about Olivia lately."

Flora snickered to herself.

They made small talk for a few minutes until Flora finally worked up the courage to say, "Hey, this may seem completely out of left field, but I could really use a coffee right now. You wanna come?"

"Oh no," said Pelly. "I'm sorry. I'm on the clock. I can't leave for another hour."

"Well, how about if I come back in an hour?"

"I'm... awfully sorry, but I can't. See, I work a long shift, and I have to get up early. I usually go straight home after I get off."

Flora's spirits were falling rapidly. "Maybe tomorrow?"

Pelly sighed. "I'm awfully sorry, Flora. I just don't swing that way."

The poor girls eyes went as wide as volleyballs. "Oh," she said, thinking of nothing else to say. Had she been that obvious? "I, uh... I wasn't-"

Pelly offered her a re-assuring smile. "It's okay," she said. "Violet was in here earlier. She told me that meeting you had given her the courage to ask me for coffee. I think that's very sweet."

"Oh," said Flora. "What, uh... what else did she tell you?"

"Nothing, really, just that she was really glad she met you."

Flora couldn't help but smile.

"Don't worry. There's a girl for you out there somewhere."

"Oh, I'm not a lesbian. I-"

"Of course you're not, dear," whispered Pelly. She gave Flora a wink. "Your secret's safe with me."

Flora laughed. "No, I'm..." She shook her head. "Heh. Thanks, Pelly."

Well, thought Flora, That was a bust. She meandered about town, looking for something to renew her spirits. She wasn't even sure what was wrong with her. She eventually found her way to the museum; she heard the town's bell ring out 8:00 as she entered.

Blathers, the friendly owl from before, was wide awake now. "Hello, Miss Flora," he said with a wave. She lit up at the sight of him.

"Hey, Blathers!" She approached with a toothy grin. "Do you work the night shift and the day shift?"

"Well, no, not exactly. But I usually stay here during the day anyway, because I love it here."

"So how long have you been standing there?"

"Well, I went to the bathroom, earlier..."

"Blathers," laughed Flora. "You need to live a little! Come on."

She grabbed his wing and started pulling him toward the stairs to the Roost. "But," he stammered, "I can't leave while I'm on duty, I've got-"

"Come on, I need a friend right now. I'm gonna show you a good time."

"But, the museum-"

"The museum," she interrupted, "will be just fine."

The giddy girl and the nervous owl sat down at the bar. The bartender nodded them a silent welcome.

"Hey, Brewster," said Flora. "Two coffees, please."

"Black?"

"You bet! Wow, I've been here all of one time and you already know my usual."

Brewster let out a barely audible chuckle. "Easy to remember." He turned to face Blathers, setting down the mug he was cleaning. "For you?"

"Oh, um, er, cream and sugar, please."

The pigeon nodded and walked a few steps away to prepare the drinks when Blathers called after him, "Extra cream! ...Please!"

"So Blathers," purred Flora, leaning on the back of her hand. "You must really like working here."

He shifted his weight in his chair. He was a little pudgy, but in a cute way. "Oh, heavens, yes," he muttered. "There's just something about being surrounded by... culture, eh wot?"

One of Flora's eyebrows shot up. "Excuse me?"

"Hmm?"

"What was that last thing you said?"

"...Culture?"

"No," laughed Flora. "After that."

"...Eh wot?"

She had to stifle a laugh. "Eh wot?"

"Oh dear," he gulped, beginning to sweat. "Is there something - it's just my way of - oh, I'm so-"

She put her finger to his beak. "There's nothing wrong," she said. She smiled. "It's cute."

Blathers blushed, looking down at the counter.

Brewster set the cups of coffee down on the counter with a clink. "Drink up," he said. "While it's hot..."

Flora nodded her thanks and obliged, to her owl friend's horror. "Good heavens, isn't it too hot?"

"Ahh," Flora gasped, the scalding coffee stinging her throat. "You too? Nobody in this town knows how to enjoy coffee."

The bartender nodded. "She's right," he whispered. "You can only truly savor the flavor while it's still piping hot."

"Right on," she said, holding out her hand for a high five. "This guy knows what I'm talking about." Brewster looked at her hand for a moment, then finally smiled and gave her one.

She and Blathers made small talk for about 20 minutes before he finally excused himself in spite of her pleas to stay. He mumbled something about his post and made his way up the stairs, leaving Flora alone at the counter.

She let out a huge sigh. "Brewster," she said, sliding her empty cup to him. "You ever give friendly bartender advice?"

He cleaned another cup a few more times and set it with the others on a rack behind him. "I've been known to, on occasion. If the mood strikes me."

She stared at the wood grain on the bar. "How was Blathers so oblivious to the fact that I wanted to jump his bones?"

A thick, pungent silence filled the dank bar as Brewster chose his words. "You wanna know what I think?"

"Yeah, tell me what you think."

"I don't think he was oblivious at all. I think he knew exactly what you were thinking, and that's what made him uncomfortable."

Flora sat up straight, looking Brewster in the eye. "What? I thought that was all guys ever wanted."

Brewster eyed her for a moment, then shook his head. "Not all guys."

Her eyes went wide. "Is he... gay?"

"No," laughed Brewster. "I just mean there are guys out there who might be turned off by such an... overt approach. They like the chase."

"Hmph," sighed Flora. "I guess."

She stared at the wood grain some more. "Can I get another coffee?"

"Sure," he whispered. He took her cup and went to the coffee pot. Before he poured it in, he stopped for a moment, seeming to think about something. He turned to face her. "Would you like to try some pigeon milk in your coffee, by any chance?"

She raised an eyebrow and laughed. "Pigeon milk? What are you, gonna jerk off in it?"

Brewster shook his head. "Don't be so crass. It's a rare type of creamer. I only offer it to people who I can tell truly appreciate coffee."

She rested her chin on her fist, cocking her head slightly to one side. "...What if I want you to jerk off in it?"

He stared at her for a moment, then held up his wings. "Don't exactly have fingers," he said.

"Oh," she muttered, embarrassed. "I'm sorry, I didn't..."

"It's fine. I can still hold things just fine. Just can't exactly..."

"So, you've never been able to-"

"No."

"How often do you have sex?" He stared at her in silence. She let out a nervous laugh. "If you don't mind my asking..."

"Not often," he whispered.

"You must be going crazy! Let me help you out!"

"No, really, that's-"

She hopped over the counter in spite of his protests. "Flora," he growled. "This is ridiculous. Somebody will see us."

"No, that's the beauty of it! I'll suck you off under the counter and nobody that comes in here will even know!"

"What are you - they'll know. I'll have to interact with them."

Flora grinned ear-to-ear. "I'm telling you, don't sweat it! I totally sucked Angus off in here earlier today and you never noticed."

"You... you what?!"

She wrapped her fingers around the bulge in his pants. "Come on, you have to let off some steam every once in a while. And if you can't do it yourself there's nothing wrong with letting somebody else help you."

Brewster sighed, which she took as a "Yes." She undid his zipper and his waiting member nearly poked her eye out. It was an unusual mustard-yellow color, the same as his legs, and had thick ridges all along it.

She was speechless for a moment. "Wow," she said. "I've... never seen a bird penis before."

"You're not making this any less awkward," growled Brewster.

A bead of drool formed on her tongue as she ran her fingers along its ridges. "These ridges..."

She trailed off. "These ridges, what?"

"Would feel amazing," she whispered. Her free hand slipped into her shorts, idly teasing her clit. She pumped his manhood in her fist a few times, feeling its hills and valleys. The grooves in it seemed to fit her fingers perfectly. "Change of plans," she said, pulling her shorts to the floor.

"Flora."

"Come on, Brewster," she sighed. "I'm begging you. I have to try this."

"Flora, I'm telling you-"

She got on all fours and tried to fit her whole body under the counter in order to remain hidden. To accomplish this, she had to make sort of a tall "A" shape.

It was painful and awkward.

She let out a pained wheeze. "C'mon, man," she said, her words sounding more like grunts. "Please."

Brewster sighed. He slid his wing under his glasses, rubbing his eyes.

"Fine," he whispered.

Flora bit her lip to silence a squeal as his penis slid into her.

It was amazing. The head passed her lips, but then the first groove passed them. Then the second, and third, and fourth. When his entire length was sheathed within her, it felt like he had entered her six times when he had only done it once. Then he withdrew it.

She couldn't silence the squeal that time. One by one, the grooves on his equipment had left her. The sensation was heavenly. Thus far he had completed exactly one thrust and it had felt like 12. Imagine what more would feel like!

Her breath grew heavy with anticipation. Just as she opened her mouth to ask why he hadn't continued, she felt his ribs entering her once more. "Oh fuck," she said instead. She lifted her head, her neck arching involuntarily, and bumped her crown on the back of the counter with a loud "bonk."

"Flora," he whispered, "be quiet."

"Sorry." It was all she could think to say. "Fuck."

His strokes grew bolder, building up a rhythm. He put his wings on her hips and gave it to her harder and harder. It was indescribable. The time that elapsed between feeling one ridge and the next became barely noticeable, and it began to feel like a vibrator. Soon, Flora had no clue how many times his penis had filled her. It could have been as few as three, or as many as three hundred. All she knew was that she was rapidly approaching orgasm; she could feel her knees beginning to give, and her arms growing tired.

Then they heard the footsteps.

"Hey Brewster," came an unfamiliar voice. It sounded like Violet's, but she could tell it was not. It was more obviously female than Violet's voice, but just as raspy.

Flora clamped down tightly on Brewster's length. The thrill of being potentially discovered drove her to an immediate climax. She bit down hard on her lip, fighting back the cry that so desperately wanted to leave her. After a moment she tasted blood.

Brewster cleared his throat. "Hi, Phyllis."

Phyllis. Flora wracked her brain. Phyllis was the name of the other Pelican that worked in the Town Hall, right? They had never met. What a first impression this might turn out to be!

"Coffee. Black."

Brewster was frozen to the spot. "Sure," he said at last, slowly withdrawing from Flora's embrace. "I just have to... get something from the back first."

He turned around fast, probably so Phyllis wouldn't see his dick hanging out as he walked to the back room. When he had disappeared through the double doors, Flora tried to right herself as silently as possible. She felt kind of bad for leaving him hanging like that, and fully intended to make good on her promise.

When he returned (with pants zipped up), he was greeted with a smiling Flora, now sitting under the counter with her back against the wood grain. He shot her a stern look and went to pour Phyllis a cup of coffee.

When things had settled down a bit, Phyllis audibly sipping coffee and Brewster drying a cup, Flora set to work undoing his zipper. He cleared his throat and lightly kicked at her, but she was adamant. He rolled his eyes, stepping closer to the counter.

Satisified, she took his entire length in her wet mouth, pumping its ridges past her lips repeatedly. In her mind, she was an unsurpassed world champion of fellatio, but she decided she would love to know who in Vale was the most skilled. As she silently, mechanically pushed his manhood into her throat, her mind drifted to thoughts of such a contest. All the women in town (or at least the ones attracted to men) would take turns going at it, being timed by a stopwatch. It would have to be on a single subject to assure that no premature ejaculations would mess up the results. In fact, perhaps it would be better to average each girl's times on each man.

She snapped out of her strange, mathematically-inclined blowjob ranking fantasies when Phyllis spoke up.

"Brewster," she said, "You ever give friendly barista advice?"

Flora had to stifle a laugh. Brewster too, it seemed, and he cleared his throat.

"I've been known to, on occasion. If the mood strikes me."

"This Pete guy... He keeps sending me weird letters."

Flora wracked her brain. Who was Pete? She hadn't met him yet, had she?

"What kind of letters?" asked Brewster, doing his best to hide the cracks in his voice. He leaned forward against the counter, forcing more of his penis into Flora's mouth.

"Sexual ones," said Phyllis.

The room fell silent. The faint piano music being piped into The Roost was barely enough to mask the faint slurping coming from beneath the counter.

Brewster cleared his throat again. "Is that so?" His voice was louder than the mood called for.

Flora could practically hear the strange look Phyllis gave him. "Yeah," said the pelican. "He's got it bad."

"But you don't feel that same?"

"Well, I never did before, but these letters..."

Flora heard a sexy growl that made her moist. She still had no clue what Phyllis even looked like, but the biting, raspy quality of her voice reminded her of Violet, and the noise she just heard this woman make was a tremendously arousing one.

"They really get my motor runnin', ya know? "

Flora's motor was running, too. She worked her fist up and down the base of the shaft, while wrapping her lips around the first half of Brewster's member. Her hand and head took opposing rhythms so that her lips met her knuckle halfway every few seconds.

"I mean, you should read some of the shit he writes about," said Phyllis. She exhaled a deep breath, like she was smoking a cigarette. "I mean, real kinky shit. Mmmm..."

There was that sexy growl again.

Brewster just stood there, his knees locked and his eyes forward. "So..." he whispered. "What, uh, what do you need my advice for?"

"I dunno, I can't just go for it. The guy seems like a creeper. Just 'cause I haven't been laid in a while doesn't mean I should just jump on the first guy who sends me creepy letters."

Brewster cleared his throat, and at that moment, as if he was announcing it, he poured what seemed like gallons of semen into Flora's hot throat. Like a stone-cold professional, he stared straight into Phyllis's eyes throughout, unflinching. Another particularly loud throat-clearing masked the soft chokes and gasps that Flora made as she struggled to swallow his enormous load.

There was a silence as Flora crawled on her hands and knees around the bar. Brewster eyed her carefully as she made her way beneath the table, behind Phyllis's barstool...

"Plus," she chimed, startling both other people in the room. "Pelly's never straight-up told me this, but she totally has the hots for this guy. And she has to know about the letters, I mean, she works at the Post Office for god's sake. So she knows he's totally got the hots for me. I dunno. I guess I just don't think I could do that to her. Call me crazy."

"You're crazy," said Flora, pretending to enter the room from the stairs. Brewster shot her a look she'd never seen on him before; one of sheer horror and utter disapproval. With a wry smile, she made her way to the barstool next to Phyllis. "What are we talking about?"

Phyllis shot her a mild scowl. She finally looked the woman over; she was certainly not as cute as Pelly, but she was probably sexier. She was noticeably older, with small bags under her eyes; she was probably old enough to be Flora's mother. Despite this, she still had some pretty rockin' curves that refused to go unnoticed. MILF, thought Flora, giggling to herself within her own mind. She wore a lot of make-up, which Flora was not ordinarily a fan of, but it didn't detract from her appearance. Her feathers were lavender, which reminded her even more of Violet.

"Who are you?"

"Flora," she said, offering her hand. "Just moved here. Nice to meetcha!"

Phyllis accepted the gesture and shook her hand, though she only offered a soft grunt as a greeting. She seemed... annoyed. This was familiar.

They stared at each other for a moment as a penetrating silence spilled into the room.

Flora sighed. Some first impression! It might have gone better had I just popped up from behind the bar. "I'm sorry," she said. "Were you talking about something personal?"

"Kinda."

More silence.

Great.

"Oh. I'm sorry. I guess I'll just... be on my way."

Flora stood up to leave.

"Say," she added. Even past Brewster's glasses, she could see him rolling his eyes. She pressed on anyway. "You work at Town Hall, right?"

"Yeah."

"I just came from there. I met your co-worker, Pelly? She's really nice."

Phyllis's face fell even further, becoming an unmistakable scowl. That wasn't the reaction she'd expected. "Yeah," said Phyllis, her voice tinged with frustration. "Yeah, she is."

Defeated, Flora slithered away. "Nice meeting you," she said, weakly waving goodbye. As she trudged up the stairs, one final addendum echoed off the stairwell. "Maybe I'll see you in Town Hall sometime..."

She lingered on the top step for a few seconds, waiting for a response. With a sigh, she lifted her foot.

"...Yeah."

She froze in her tracks, one foot hovering in the air above ground level.

"...Maybe you will."

Her heart fluttered. Deep down, she knew it was stupid, but that faint glimmer of hope was all she really wanted to hear.

Back in the museum's lobby, she greeted Blathers with a warm smile. He reciprocated, though his smile was a bit more wary.

"Blathers," she said, crossing her arms. "I'll just be straight with you. I'm not having a very good night and I'd really like to have sex with you. I would do it right here in the lobby if I had to."

He launched into uncontrollable stammering, shifting his weight like a puppy needing a trip to the nearest fire hydrant.

She pressed on. "So just tell me what it would take to get into your pants right now."

"Oh... oh my... heavens... Oh, I... d...I'm s..."

Flora sighed. She gave him a dismissive gesture and turned to leave. "Nevermind," she said. "You're not interested. I get it."

"I... I suppose if you were to donate to the museum...?"

She stopped abruptly, nearly tripping on her own feet. As she spun around to face him, he found a particularly fascinating spot on the floor to look at.

"What kind of donation?"

"W... well," stammered Blathers, "We accept fossils, paintings, fish... and, erm, bugs."

Flora lit up. "So then... if I donate something...?"

Blathers made a sound not entirely unlike a dying parrot and resumed shifting his wait. "Well... it's a bit c... crass, I suppose, but... I take pride in the museum, and it's... a bit of a dream of mine to see its collection completed."

"So hang on," said Flora, stepping into his personal space. "Are you saying you'll reward me for each donation I make?"

"Erm... w, well, that's not exactly what I meant, but..."

"But...?"

As he finally made eye contact with her, a sheepish grin formed on his face. "Well, I... I supposed I'd do just about anything to see the museum completed... eh, wot?"

She took his wing in her hand, shaking it emphatically. "You got yourself a deal, Blathers!"

In a puff of smoke, she took off running. Blathers called after her. "Miss Flora? Where are you going?!"

Her head leaned back into the Museum's entrance. "To find some stuff to donate," she said. "Don't move from that spot!"

He blushed.

Flora was on a mission. Within minutes, she stood in front of an oak door, knocking.

"Dizzy!" she called. "It's Flora!" No answer. "The light's on, I know you're home."

A moment later, the latch unlocked from within and the door opened. Dizzy the elephant greeted Flora with a sheepish smile and a sigh. She took a quick glance south and her cheeks went bright red. Dizzy wasn't wearing any pants, and the bottom of his shirt was parted around his monstrous, half-erect penis.

"What is it, Flora?"

She had no response. What had she even come here for again?

A female voice from inside rang out. "Who's there, Diz?"

Dizzy closed the door slightly, turning away from Flora. "Just a friend," he said. With another sigh and another sheepish smile, he pulled back the door a bit and asked, "What do you need?"

Flora's brain had left her, and all tact with it. "Who's in there with you?" she whispered.

"My friend Eloise is visiting from her town," said Dizzy. He scratched the back of his head and added, "We're... kind of in the middle of something..."

As he spoke the word "something," his penis twitched with life.

"I'm sorry," gasped Flora, feeling wetness slither down her thighs and out of her shorts. With no panties there to absorb anything, she was really feeling it, and she released a shuddering breath of warm air. "I just need to borrow your... fishing rod..."

Without moving a step, Dizzy reached into a drum next to the door and produced his fishing pole. He handed it to Flora, who reached for it with shaking hands. "Here you go," said Dizzy.

"Thanks," huffed Flora.

They stared at each other for a moment. Well, in truth, Dizzy stared at Flora for a moment while she stared at his penis, which was growing more and more erect from the attention.

"Is that all?" said Dizzy, glancing over his shoulder.

"Yeah," said Flora.

"Okay, see you," said Dizzy.

She finally looked up to meet his eyes, but only saw the door slam shut, inches from her face. She shook herself out of her trance and yelled "Thanks, Dizzy!" at the door.

Then she quietly put her ear to it.

"C'mon," said the female voice, muffled. "You left me hangin' over here..."

"Sorry," said Dizzy.

There was a moment of silence, then a sensual moan. Flora's knees buckled, and moisture trickled further down her legs. She scrambled to the window and peeked inside, her nose level with the windowsill. She didn't have a clear view - the curtains were half drawn and she couldn't see the bed through the space between them. Being careful not to step on the straw doormat, she hurried over to the other window.

Perfect! The curtains were wide open and the action was right in her line of sight. On the bed, Dizzy was on all fours, hovering over a yellow elephant lying on her back. Like Dizzy, she was a bit chubby, but she had long, pretty eyelashes and short brown hair, and huge, perfectly round breasts that were being pulled towards her shoulders by gravity. She and Flora moaned in unison. Dizzy was balls-deep in her and pounding her hard, which was both arousing and terrifying. Flora couldn't even take half of him, though she supposed it would make sense that female elephants would be better equipped to deal with such lengths.

She set the fishing rod down and the grass next to her and shoved her hand into her shorts, violently massaging her clitoris with her middle finger.

Inside, Dizzy sunk his fingers into Eloise's soft breasts, kneading them in opposing rhythms. She crossed her thick legs behind his back and called out his name. They wrapped their trunks around each others and pressed their lips together. She took Dizzy's cheeks in her palms, her elbows clamping her breasts tightly against each other, and kissed him so hard that she seemed to be trying to devour his face.

Fuck, this is hot, thought Flora, pumping herself twice as fast as Dizzy was pumping his friend. She looked down and the rod next to her, and without a second thought, snatched it up and forced its handle into her slit.

She turned away from the window and sat down on the grass, resting her back against Dizzy's house, pounding herself with the handle of a fishing pole. "Ngh," she whispered. "Ffffuck..."

She couldn't see the action anymore, but it still played out in her mind's eye. Dizzy took her fat thighs and pushed them into the mattress, spreading her legs as far apart as possible. Eloise arched her back and ran her right hand through her short hair, brushing it out of her eyes as her cheeks glowed red; imagining this drove Flora to do the same.

Through the glass window, she could hear Eloise unleash a loud, erotic purr. She hadn't imagined that, and it only brought her to force Dizzy's fishing pole deeper and deeper into herself.

In what seemed like no time at all, a hot gasp left her and she creamed all over an item that didn't even belong to her. She pulled it out of her embrace and her arm fell limp, dropping it to the grass. She rest her head on the wall and sat there catching her breath for minutes. A parade of thoughts danced through her head.

Why had this brief bout of voyeurism so thoroughly titillated her when Prey, a professionally produced porno, had failed to drive her to orgasm? To be fair, she was fairly new to lesbian porn, and even finding other females attractive was something of a new experience for her, while she'd been been getting off to this sort of thing in straight porn for years. But it was more than that, she thought; it was a whole number of things.

She knew Dizzy. He wasn't some actor who could or could not have been actually enjoying it. She knew him, and his sexuality, and his methods, and his equipment. She knew these things intimately. Furthermore, though Flora had never met her, Eloise had a chubby build like Pango, who Flora also knew intimately. There was a strange disconnect there, where the other party involved was both so familiar and so foreign at the same time. Flora decided this was definitely not insignificant.

And this had just seemed so much more real. It wasn't that the wolves in Prey were bad actors or anything, but this was actual, physical, hard sex happening within ten yards of Flora's eyeballs. It was awesome.

It occurred to her that sitting in front of Dizzy's house, furiously masturbating with a fishing rod had been exceptionally careless. What would have happened if anybody had walked by, or come to ask something of Dizzy, as she had? They would have been greeted by quite a sight. But at the time, modesty hadn't even entered her mind.

But it wasn't just that; exhibitionism hadn't even crossed her mind, either. She hadn't thought that, should anyone pass by, she might not have cared, or might have even been aroused. She hadn't thought at all.

Flora exhaled a deep sigh and went to stand up; thinking better of it, she first crawled away from the window so as not to suddenly appear in anybody's line of sight.

Minutes later, she sat down on the riverbank, gentling casting the line into the river, staring into the starry sky. A tug on the line caught her attention, and she stood up and cranked the reel, yanking the line.

"A boot?!" she yelled, dropping the dripping piece of leather to the grass. "Augh!"

She sat back down and growled, her brow furrowed with disappointment. "They don't take boots at the museum." She sat there for a good while, simmering in her own contempt until dark fell. Eventually, she heard a friendly voice.

"Hey," it said. "What's shakin'?"

Flora looked up. "There's my girl," she said, beaming. Sally the squirrel approached her, looking as gorgeous as always. The leggy squirrel sat down next to Flora and rest her head on the girl's shoulder. "Any bites?"

"Nothing," sighed Flora. "I caught a boot."

"Ha! That stinks. Sorry."

Flora glanced at the top of Sally's head, where her hair was uncharacteristically mussed. "Hey," said Flora, "how was Dotty?"

Sally released a sigh as if she'd been punched in the gut. "Fucking... amazing," she said, running her fingers through her hair. "I can't keep up with her. I had to excuse myself to get some air."

"Told you."

Sally nodded. "She's a keeper."

A moment passed, the girls staring into each other's eyes until Sally finally spoke up. "So hey, what's with the sudden interest in fishing? I didn't even know you owned a rod."

"I don't," said Flora. "Borrowed this from Dizzy."

"Ah," said Sally, nodding. "That only answers one of my questions."

"Blathers at the museum said he'd let me fuck him if I donated something."

Sally let out a single laugh. Flora shot her a bewildered expression.

"Oh, you... you're serious."

"Yeah," said Flora. "Did you think I wasn't?"

"No, I... I just... I guess I didn't. I didn't think Blathers was your type."

Flora laughed. "No, I'm serious. I wanna fuck him, and bad. He's all cute and shy and awkward and I think he'd be a great lay. Plus, now that I've had my first shot at bird cock I really want to try his."

"Bird cock? Who'd you do?"

"Brewster. Under the bar. While Phyllis was in there."

Sally scoffed. "You dog!" She punched Flora in the shoulder.

"I know, right?"

There was another brief silence, as Flora stared at the surface of the water. "You ever do a bird?" she asked.

"Not a male," said Sally.

Flora wrinkled her eyebrows. "What do you mean?"

Sally, in turn, wrinkled hers. "I mean the only birds I've slept with have been girls."

"Like who?"

"Just Celeste at the Museum and Pelly at the-"

"Pelly?!" Flora began to pout. "She told me she didn't swing that way!"

"She doesn't," laughed Sally. "It was New Year's Eve and we were both really drunk."

"Dammit," said Flora. "I really wanna hit that, but not enough to take advantage of her when she's drunk."

Sally scowled. "Hey," she said, slightly indignant, "I wasn't taking advantage of her. I said I was really drunk, too. It just sort of -"

Bloop.

Both girls looked at the water. A gigantic shadow was visible under the surface of the water, and small ripples flared out from the spot where line entered the river. There was total silence, then a sharp tug at the line and the sound of the reel rapidly unraveling.

"Whoa!" yelped Flora, pulling back the rod and frantically reeling it in. She dug her heels in the grass, slipping forward a bit, nearly falling into the river. Sally hugged her stomach tightly from behind, pulling her away; it took all the strength of them both to fight against the pull of the line. The surface of the water thrashed about, splashing water on them both. This was no boot!

"What the heck is it?" asked Flora.

"It's probably an Arapaima!" said Sally. As she continued trying to prevent Flora from being pulled into the river, her grip shifted up higher and higher until her arms were locked just beneath Flora's bust. She might have found herself more aroused were they not so totally focused on reeling in this monster.

Finally, the beast breached the surface of the water and Flora yanked it onto the grass, where it flopped around until Sally pinned it down with her hands. It was an enormous fish, as long as Flora was tall, and almost resembled an eel. It was a dull green color with tiny fins and shiny scales.

They let out a collective sigh and Flora fell to her knees. "Sweet," she said, setting the rod down and letting out a wheeze of relief. "I'd better get this to Blathers."

"Flora," said Sally, out of breath herself. The giant fish still wriggled about, trying to escape her grip. "You can't donate this to the museum," she said. "It's worth 10,000 bells! That's like, more than half your debt!"

"10,000?!"

"You can spend five more minutes and catch any old fish to give to Blathers. Don't waste a catch like this."

"But," said Flora. She didn't get to finish.

"No buts," Sally wheezed. "I'm not letting you throw this opportunity away. Take this guy to Nook's right now. In fact, I'll stay here and catch you a fish you can give to Blathers."

"Really?"

"Really."

Flora threw her arms around Sally's shoulders and kissed her three times on the cheek. "You're the best," she said.

Sally took her by the back of her head and kissed her hard on the lips.

"I know," she said, grinning. "Now go. Hurry, before Nook's closes."

They scooped up the fish and Flora scurried off, carrying the beast in her arms.

A few minutes later, she arrived at Nook's Cranny just in time to see the light disappear from within the door's small window.

"No!" she screamed, kicking the door. "Nook, it's Flora! Let me in!"

The door opened. "Oh, my," said Nook, doing a double-take. "That's quite a fish!"

"I need to sell it," said Flora. "I can't just carry this thing with me until tomorrow."

Nook sighed. "Yes," he said. "Of course." He flipped the lights back on and stepped back, letting Flora into the store.

"Put it over there," he said, gesturing to a counter covered in paper. As Flora set the beast down, a puff of smoke erupted from her arms. She coughed into her shoulder, fanning away the fumes; when she opened her eyes, the fish was still on the counter all right, but swimming inside an enormous aquarium full of water.

"Whoa," she said. "Cool."

"Just like the furniture, yes?" Nook stood next to her, looking her catch over.

"Right," she said, still a little dumbfounded.

Nook bent down, looking right into the glass. "Hmm, yes, that's quite a catch. Quite a catch indeed. I can give you 10,000 bells for it."

"You got yourself a deal," said Flora.

"This will fetch me a pretty penny. I may even be able to expand my store."

"Oh yeah?"

"Mmhmm, yes. I'd like to offer my thanks, if you're interested."

Flora cocked her head and raised an eyebrow. "How do you mean?"

"I suppose it's up to you," said Nook, beaming, "but I was thinking cunnilingus, hmm?"

Flora grinned, but then thought of Sally waiting for her at the riverbank. "I'm sort of in a hurry," she said, mumbling.

Nook's mouth curled into a slimy grin. "It won't take long, I assure you."

Flora sighed. "All right," she said. "But I'm not gonna stick around to fuck you."

"My lady," said Nook, "When I said I wanted to offer my thanks, I meant it. This will be entirely about you, yes?

She pushed the aquarium out of her way, sloshing the water around, and hopped onto the counter, turning to face Nook and opening her thighs.

Nook pawed her shorts down to her ankles and chuckled. "Commando, hmm? Did you expect this?"

"I swear I didn't," sighed Flora. "I just didn't feel like putting them back on."

"Of course," he said with a laugh. He knelt down and pressed his nose to her hood, causing her to gasp. He inhaled a long whiff, savoring her scent before exhaling just as deeply, assaulting her clitoris with warm breath.

He pushed her legs up onto his shoulders, which she hadn't expected; she let out an "Oof!" as her back hit the wall. Then, another gasp left her as his tongue dove past her lips, apparently already through with foreplay. "Nngh," she groaned, pressing her shoulder against her cheek. Nook's tongue was not as skilled as Sally's or as prehensile as Pango's, but it was more than passable. He actually focused most of his attention on the outside, on the lips and hood. She found this method a bit unorthodox, but wasn't about to voice any complaints. In the heat of the moment, the room filling with the sounds of slurps and moans, Flora finally worked up the courage to tell Nook what she thought of him.

"You know, Nook...I have to say..."

The raccoon glanced up at her without breaking stride. Flora rest her head on her shoulders and purred.

"I don't really like to admit it, but you sure know your way around a woman..."

Nook withdrew from her and smiled. "I never tire of hearing that," he said.

He buried his nose between her thighs; his snout was so long and came to so fine a point that he was able to part her labia with it and slide its tip between her lips.

"Ah!"

As his nose continued probing her, her breath grew heavier. "See, this is what I'm talking about...uhhh... your nose, your tail, your balls... god... it's like your body was made for pleasure...!"

He had been right. Alternating strokes between his nose and tongue, it hadn't taken long at all to drive her to climax. She let out a contented sigh and melted into the countertop.

"My body is no more adept than any other animal's, I'm afraid," said Nook.

She looked down at him. He shot her a wink. "But I like to think I do more with what I've got."

She jumped down from the counter and pulled her shorts up. Nook wiped his mouth with his arm and offered Flora a large bag of bells. As she hastily tore it from his hand, she pushed up his chin and kissed him on the lips - which she'd never done before. His surprise was readily apparent, but just as he started to reciprocate, she pulled away and made for the door.

"Thanks... Tom."

"Thank you," he said, crossing his arms.

A giddy Flora made a beeline back to the riverbank, where a smiling Sally was waiting for her, holding Dizzy's fishing pole and a tiny blue fish in a plastic bag. Flora ran to her and, in her cheer, nearly bowled the poor squirrel over with a powerful hug. She planted a huge kiss square on Sally's lips and took the fish. "What's this?"

"Bitterling," said Sally.

"You're the best," said Flora, kissing her again. She took the fishing rod and dashed away, blowing kisses. Sally laughed and blew one back.

Flora came careening into the museum once more, greeting Blathers with a warm smile. She held up the bitterling and Blathers smiled back, though his was a bit more nervous.

"Hello, Ms. Flora," he said. "What have we here?"

"Bitterling," she said. "Eh? Eh?"

"Very nice, Ms. Flora," said Blathers, still smiling nervously. "I'll take it, if you don't mind..."

She handed it to him, and he walked into one of the adjacent rooms. She followed him, smiling all throughout, when, to her surprise, she discovered that the next room was full of several giant glass aquariums, with maybe one or two visible fish inside them.

"Where are all the fish?" she asked.

Blathers grabbed a small stepladder propped up against the wall and set it up next to one of the tanks. "I'm afraid we don't have much of a collection at the moment..." He climbed to the third step, gently lowered the plastic bag into the tank, and opened it. The bitterling wriggled out of the bag and swam about within its new environment.

Blathers stepped down and folded up the stepladder, placing it back against the wall where he found it.

Flora put her hands on her hips. "So I've got my work cut out for me, huh?"

Blathers chuckled, offering her a nervous smile. "Yes," he said. "It would seem that way."

Flora sidled up to him, pressing her breasts against his arm. Her half-lidded eyes and wide smile were far from demure.

"Ms. Flora," stammered Blathers, "I must tell you, this was a terribly irresponsible promise I've made..."

Flora tried several times to shush him, leading him by hand to the back of the room, but he continued speaking. "You see, I'm... I've never... I'm... terribly inexperienced, as it were, in matters of a sexual nature, and I'm afraid I may be unable to satisfy an industrious woman such as yourself-"

Finally, Flora leaned her fishing rod against the room's largest tank and took him by the shoulders, and her cry of "Blathers!" echoed off the walls of the empty aquarium.

The room fell silent. Blathers stared at her like a deer in headlights.

She put her ear to his shoulder and spoke in a delicate whisper. "I don't care if you're a virgin," she said. "In fact, that's kind of what attracts me to you in the first place. You have such a big... vocabulary, but you still stumble over your words. It's really cute, and kinda charming... eh, wot?"

Blathers blushed, which she didn't even know birds could do.

"So you just let me decide whether or not you can satisfy me."

She kissed him once on the neck, knelt down and began gently unbuttoning his shorts.

His belt clattered against the marble floor as his shorts and underwear fell to his ankles.

She let out an impressed whistle, knowing that if anything left her disappointed, it wouldn't be the size of his penis. "Shit, Blathers," she said, beginning to blush herself. "I didn't know you were packing such a bazooka!"

It was actually only average in length, probably about six or six-and-a-half inches, but it was thicker around than any she'd ever seen. Like Brewster's, it was a dull yellow and adorned with several thick ridges.

Blathers began to shift his weight in that adorable way that he did. "Ms. Flora, you're not making this any less uncomfortable for me..."

"I'm giving you a compliment," laughed Flora. "You could play baseball with this thing!"

"Oh- I- that's... you're..."

Flora shook her head and laughed, putting her palm against his stomach and rubbing it gently. "Just relax," she said. She lowered her hand and took his manhood in her fist, lining her fingers up with its ridges. "I'm gonna make you feel real good."

"Erm, but, Ms. Flora-"

"No buts!"

"But wasn't-"

Flora began slowly pumping her fist. "No. buts."

Blathers pressed on anyway. "Wasn't the point of this to reward you for donating? It, erm, seems to me that... that I'll be... benefitting the most from this scenario..."

Flora laughed. "You don't think this is all I'm gonna do to you, do you?"

A nervous chuckle escaped him.

Still working her fingers up and down his shaft, she shot him a reassuring smile. "Let's just start out slow, shall we? Get you nice and relaxed."

This went on for a while; Flora lazily churning his dick while he stood there nervously re-adjusting his posture and breathing heavily. His penis was warm to the touch and twitched in her grasp; she looked up at him and offered him another smile. He reciprocated, though she could tell he was still nervous.

Suddenly, Flora's eyes went wide as an epiphany struck her.

"Blathers," she said, breaking the mostly silent air and startling the timid owl.

"Hrm, yes, I, er, wha, what is it, Ms. Flora?"

She thought back to what Brewster had told her about not having any fingers. "You've never masturbated before, have you?"

"I'm afraid that would be quite difficult for me..."

"And you're a virgin, too?"

"Wh... I... Yes, indeed I am..."

Flora scoffed, shaking her head. "Oh my god, Blathers, is this going to be your first orgasm ever? You can't just let me give you a handjob!"

Blathers tilted his head, confused. "Wh... But, I... what about what you said about, um, taking it slow?"

Flora pushed hard on his chest and toppled him to the marble floor. "Fuck that!" she said. "I wanna make sure you remember this!" She stepped out of her shorts and sidled him; his penis twitched as its head brushed against her wet vulva.

"B-but Ms. Flora, what if I-"

"Blathers," she growled, staring him down. "Don't worry about it. I don't even care if I cum. I'm excited that I get to share your first orgasm with you. I want you to remember it forever! I want it to really turn your world upside-down. So just... shut up, okay?"

One ridge at a time, she cautiously lowered herself onto his penis. Each rib that slipped passed her entrance drew out a pleasure moan louder than the last. When it was finally all the way in, she inhaled sharply through her teeth. It was a very tight fit, and its thick ridges pressed tightly against her insides. She threw back her head and exhaled a deep, satisfied breath.

"I am gonna wring every last drop of cum out of you," she said. Her hips began making good on that promise, rocking back and forth across his pelvis in figure eights as if working out on an exercise ball.

Blathers, in appreciation, arched his spine and put his wings on her thighs. His hips at long last began to buck, mirroring Flora's own gyrations, forcing his thick penis deeper into her tight embrace. Soft, exasperated squawks began to pour out of his mouth

Meanwhile, Flora's own squeals and groans were also beginning to echo off of the glass tanks and marble walls. She honestly didn't know what Blathers was so worried about; he wasn't penetrating her very deeply, no, but his girth was putting pressure on every last one of her nerve endings. Each time one of his ridges slipped in or out of her was an event in and of itself, and even the slow rhythm they had going made it feel like she was being pounded hard. She leaned over backwards and rest her palms on the cold floor. "Come on, Blathers," she said. "Come on..."

Blathers closed his eyes and spread his wings against the floor as if he was trying to grab hold of it. "Ms. Flora," he squawked. "I... I can feel it..."

Flora raked her fingers across the floor as if she was trying to grab hold of it. "Great, Blathers," she said. "Don't stop..."

She bounced on him for another thirty seconds or so, her spine arching more and more dramatically. "Almost there," she moaned. "Oh, God, almost..."

Rather comically, Blathers began rubbing the back of his head against the floor. "Good...HEAVENS!" With a flap of his wings, he fired a load of hot semen into his partner.

Flora, red in the face, shrieked with delight and felt her own climax drawing nearer by the second. "I'm cumming," she whispered. When she felt second and third waves of cum pouring into her, each as thick and as warm as the first, she touched her shoulders to the back of her head and squealed. "Ah, I'm cumming! Ah! Blathers...!"

She clamped down tightly on his manhood as climax washed over her, and began twisting her hips back and forth like a wrench working a bolt. Blathers seemed appreciative, wriggling his own pelvis to match, elongating his own orgasm as well as hers. To her shock, a fourth wave of semen flooded into her already overflowing vagina; she unleashed a gleeful scream, clenched even more tightly around his shaft, and thought that the end of it. She was proven wrong when yet a fifth spurt shot out of him. Her arms gave out at this point, her back falling to the marble floor. Blathers winced as his slimy penis slid out of her with a soft pop. Two or three final drops jumped out of him before his twitching manhood finally laid down.

"Oh my God," huffed Flora, her thighs shuddering. Semen spilled out of her body like she was a tube of toothpaste being squeezed. "Where do you keep it all..?"

"My word," whispered Blathers, choking for air. "Does it feel like that every time?"

"I can only hope," said Flora. She was still struggling to catch her breath herself.

They laid on the floor that way for a while until Flora sat up and crawled over to her new friend. Staring him in the eyes, she kissed him on the beak.

"Thank you, Ms. Flora," he said, blushing again. "I... I owe you my sincerest gratitude."

"Hey," she said, pinching his cheek. "You weren't so bad yourself! Honestly, I have no clue why you were so nervous - I don't think any lady could last too long against a cock shaped like that."

Blathers, true to form, began fidgeting uncomfortably and stammered a few meek half-sentences. "Oh, I... that's... you really...Oh, my..."

She laughed and kissed him once more on the beak, then stood up and snatched up her shorts. "I'll be in touch," she said, pulling them up her thighs.

Blathers fluttered his wings and stood up, nodding. He cleared his throat, dusted himself off, and buttoned his shorts. "Mmhmm, quite right," he said. "I... rather look forward to further donations, eh, wot?"

"Me too," said Flora. She offered him a toothy grin and a salute and excused herself.