Flora and Fauna

Note from the author: This chapter went through a ton of rewrites, but finally I came up with something I was pretty happy with.

EDIT: When I originally uploaded the chapter, some faulty HTML saw to it that literally NONE of the chapter showed up. Sorry for the confusion.

In this Chapter:

Tom Nook/Flora (Briefly)
M/F

Pango/Flora
F/F

Dizzy/Pango/Flora
M/F/F

Dizzy/Flora
M/F

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If Flora was going to accomplish any of her goals, or even survive in Vale, she desperately needed some money. She spent the next hour or so reluctantly picking oranges and collecting seashells to bring to Nook's.

The lecherous raccoon lit up as she entered the store, grinning smugly as she dumped a small trove of items onto the counter.

"Welcome back," he chuckled. "Couldn't stay away, hmm?"

"Don't flatter yourself," groaned Flora, sweaty from running all over town. "How much will you give me for all this junk?"

"Hmm," he stammered, taking inventory. "For all that, I'll give you... 1,280 bells."

Flora sighed, wiping the sweat from her brow. That wasn't much, for the amount of work she did, but she would take whatever she could get at this point. She started to speak, but Nook cut her off.

"But I might be persuaded to make it an even 2,000..." he whispered, a noticeable stiffy forming beneath his apron.

"Again?!" she gasped, dumbfounded. "God, aren't you tired yet?"

"Take it or leave it," he chuckled.

Flora scoffed.

Not three minutes later, she left the store with 2,000 bells in hand, licking her lips clean. Determined to buy that Citrus Gingham, she scurried back to Able Sisters, not even making it halfway there before a squeaky, panicked voice stopped her in her tracks.

"Help!" called a female anteater, running up to Flora in tears. "I'm locked out of my house!"

"Oh, no! Where's the key?"

"I lost it," cried the stranger. "I think it might have fallen in the river..."

"Man," sighed Flora. "I'm so sorry, um...?"

"Pango..."

"I'm Flora. I'll keep an eye out."

"Thank you!" Pango exclaimed, taking a startlingly firm grip on the girl's shoulders. Their breasts touched for just a moment, and Flora couldn't help but notice how enormous they were; bigger than Mabel's, maybe even Sable's. This woman was heavier than either of the Able Sisters, and if not for Flora's newly discovered attraction to the fairer sex, she might have even called her fat. Now, though, she was far from unattractive, and the curious girl couldn't seem to stop herself from getting moist as she lost her eyes in Pango's endless cleavage. She laughed nervously, blushing a furious crimson.

"If you find it, please bring it to me!," continued Pango, completely oblivious. "I'll make it worth your while!"

That last sentence had caught Flora's attention; now that there was money in it, she was comfortable taking a detour to search for a key.

She excused herself, combing the riverbanks for a few minutes until, from out of the water, a tiny, fading glimmer of gold caught her eye. She leaned over the surface of the water, craning her neck to search for anything key-like. Though the flowing water obscured her view of it somewhat, there was, at the bottom of the river, a golden key. She bent down to reach for it, but as far as she stretched, the water was simply too deep. How did she drop the key in the river, anyway? she wondered, shaking her head.

"Hey Flora," came a familiar voice. It was Dizzy, walking by, fishing pole in hand.

"Dizzy!" she exclaimed, realizing that her short skirt left her black thong fully exposed as she bent down to the water.

"Whatcha doin'?" asked the friendly elephant, unfazed.

"You know Pango?"

"Sure," he nodded. "Anteater, blue-ish, great big, uh..."

Dizzy held out his hands, pretending to cup imaginary breasts, but quickly became embarrassed. "Um, yeah," he chuckled, trying to recover. "I know her."

Flora couldn't help but smile. That's exactly how I would've described her, she thought. "She lost her key," the girl explained. "Think you can fish it out for me?"

"Sure," gasped Dizzy, a strange twinkle in his eyes.

In just a few minutes, Dizzy had expertly hooked the key with his fishing rod, yanking it cleanly out of the water. "Thanks, Diz!" Flora beamed, granting him a quick hug and a peck on the cheek.

"See you," he waved, running off with the key.

"Hey!"

She gave chase; Dizzy was deceptively fast for someone of his weight, but Flora eventually caught up to him, tackling him to the ground. They rolled over each other a few times as she tried to wrestle the key from him, ending up straddling him as he stared up at her, his back against the soft grass.

"Dizzy, what are you doing?!" she screamed, out of breath. She could feel his stiffening member beginning to poke her through their clothes; any other day, she would have taken him right there, but she was determined to get that reward money. Plus, she didn't want to do anything that might ruin her chances with Sally, on the off chance these two were romantically involved.

"Sorry, Flora," he sighed, bucking her small body off of his stomach with ease. "But this is Pango we're talking about." What was that supposed to mean?

"My key!" came a squeaky voice. They stood up, each trying to push the other away from Pango.

"I found it for you!" Dizzy shouted.

"I found it!" shrieked Flora, failing completely to budge the rotund elephant even an inch. "He just fished it out of the water!"

"Thank you both," cooed Pango, kissing each of them on the forehead with her long snout. "Come on inside," she said. "I've got something for both of you."

She unlocked the door to her small house, and the three of them stepped inside. It was a meager home, but Pango clearly had some sense for interior decorating, and she had done wonders with the space. She lead Flora to a king-sized bed in the corner of the room, one of only two places to sit. "Make yourself comfortable," she purred, and Flora was happy to oblige; an hour or so of running all over town had tuckered her out. She sat on the edge of the soft bed, beginning to blush furiously at the sight of Dizzy removing his pants. Sally had warned her that Vale's residents allegedly change clothes in public, but nothing could have prepared her for this; his penis had to be at least a foot long, and it sprang to full attention as his pants slid off.

"Hang on, Dizzy," laughed the hostess, "I think it's only fair I give the new girl her reward first."

Flora's eyes grew to the size of dinner plates. Huh?!

"Aw, man," sighed the pachyderm, hypnotizing Flora with each subtle sway of his monstrous member.

In her daze, Pango managed to separate the poor girl from her underwear with one clean yank. She opened her mouth to object, but only a faint squeal managed to escape her throat as the anteater's long, serpentine tongue seductively slithered out of her snout, faintly tickling Flora's dripping sex.

This was not the reward she had expected.

Pango treated Flora to the delicious agony of anticipation; her tongue was just as jaw-droppingly long as Dizzy's erection, but it only tickled her clitoris and inner thighs without daring to enter her vulva. A burning sensation flared up in her loins; it just wasn't fair. She had never been eaten out before, and it had always been a sort of fantasy of hers. Now, an eleven-inch tongue hovered just out of range of her thirsty vagina, taunting her.

"Come on," she begged, exhaling more and more heavily.

"You can't rush perfection," whispered Pango, pulling her bare G-Cups out of her already low neckline. They entered the room as if they were their own person, springing to life with such enthusiasm that they would have turned any woman. They were impossibly perfect, thought Flora, considering how big they were; they bore not a single vein or stretchmark, and showed not a single sign that gravity had any effect on them at all.

Still praying for penetration, Flora bucked her hips wildly, hoping in vain to accidentally catch more of Pango's tongue inside her. Finally, she snapped, grabbing the back of her benefactor's blue head and forcing her down into her crotch. "Please!" she screamed, her voice cracking with lust.

"Patience," hissed Pango, turning to face Dizzy. As she had expected, the steel-blue elephant was furiously jacking off in the corner. "If you don't let me take it slow," she grinned, returning her attention to Flora, "then this is what it's going to feel like."

She hiked up her dress, revealing to her guests that she was not wearing underwear, and began to rest her hands on Flora's knees. "Dizzy?" she purred, tantalizingly waving her fleshy behind. "A demonstration?"

Mortified, the young girl could only stare in awe as Dizzy sheathed his entire manhood within one of the large woman's openings, a sight which made her cringe. There was no way that monster could fit inside of her, and just thinking about it made her feel as though she'd been punched in the gut. Still, in the back of her mind, a small part of her wanted to try it.

"Take your time," she mumbled, deciding to bide her time by groping Pango's breasts. They swayed with wild abandon as Dizzy pounded her from behind, and Flora couldn't keep her hands off them. "They're real," she whispered, shocked.

"You better believe they're real," laughed Pango, though her voice was somewhat muffled by the pair of thighs her mouth was buried between. To show her appreciation for the magic Flora's fingers were working on her, she at last slid her tongue between the girl's lips, slowly creeping deeper and deeper into her vagina.

"Ohh!" cooed Flora, arching her back. "Fuuuck!"

When the tongue at last reached the girl's cervix, it gave it a few light taps, sending small shivers of delicious pain throughout her entire body. A few delighted yelps and screams, then Pango sent subtle waggles throughout it, making its length zigzag like a cord. Everything became a blur; all Flora knew was that the anteater had been right, and slow and steady had won the race. Coming down from her third orgasm, she had no idea how much time had passed; had Pango been eating her for three minutes or three hours? She didn't care.

She guessed it hadn't been that long, though, as the increasingly loud trumpeting sounds told her Dizzy was just now climaxing. She bit her lip as she watched the elephant empty himself into Pango's cunny, gasping as his thick seed spilled out all over; he must have fired off about a pint of it. A loud squeak of a moan left Pango as she fell to her knees, sending subtle vibrations straight into Flora's slit.

"Pango?" mewled Flora, bucking her hips. Her eyes were glued to the shiny, steel-blue monstrosity that had just slid out of her hostess.

A muffled "Hmm?" was the only response.

The girl looked down at her partner. Their eyes met, and she completely forgot what she was about to say. The very sight of this woman, licking her out as they gazed into each other's eyes, seemed to drive her to a speedy fourth release, and she ultimately settled on "Fuck me!"

"That's a pretty foul mouth you've got there," laughed Pango, licking up every drop.

As Flora collapsed onto the bed, her earlier question found its way back to her. "Can I try Dizzy?" she wheezed, to nobody in particular; thoughts of Sally had left her mind completely. Dizzy sat up, beaming, but Pango shushed him before he could speak.

"Do you think you can take it?" she whispered.

"No," said Flora, licking her lips.

Pango laughed. "Then by all means."

Positively giddy, Flora inched toward the edge of the bed, spreading her legs. "Go easy on her, Diz," ordered Pango. "I like this one."

Dizzy shot the girl a reassuring smile, lifting her legs up onto his shoulders.

The suspense was killing her.

He was a perfect gentleman, easing his stiff manhood into her slowly. She hissed as it entered her, having underestimated how thick it was. He barely had 2/3 of it inside her when she felt it pressing against her cervix, letting out a small yelp. She had assumed he would stop at this point, but he still tried to push it in even deeper, and her eyes began to well with tears. "It's in!!" she screamed, through gritted teeth.

Dizzy got a painfully slow rhythm going, barely even able to maneuver his junk within the allowed space. "Flora," he moaned, "You're so tight!"

In lieu of answering, Flora let out a bellowing scream. No one in the room was sure if it was one of intense pleasure or horrible pain.

"You okay, babe?" whispered Pango, lifting the mint-green shirt up over Flora's pert breasts. Her tongue began drawing soft circles around their pink nipples.

Another scream, this one shorter. "I'm great!" shrieked the girl, her tone of voice seeming to say anything but. "Aaagggh!" she squealed. "Fuck!!"

This went on for some time, Flora's eyes rolling back into her head. It hurt, dammit, but it was a good hurt. Besides, Pango was there to ease her fears, and oh, was she good at it. The frisky anteater worked her tongue deep into Flora's mouth, caressing the back of her teeth, the roof of her mouth, the space beneath her own tongue. She could taste herself on Pango, which she loved; her nectar was sweet, which she hadn't expected. I have to get more limber, she thought. Maybe I could taste myself more often.

"Flora," Dizzy gasped, picking up the pace. "You're too tight... I'm about to..."

"You can't come yet!" the girl hissed, at a volume she had not even known she could achieve. "I'm... gaaahh!!"

"But Flora...!"

She was afraid that the force of Dizzy's ejaculation when she was already overflowing with his penis would be too much pain for her to bear. They exchanged a few more half-sentences before she finally got this point across, and he politely pulled out just in time, instead shooting his load all over her body and Pango's bed. Even this caught her by surprise, the force of it nearly plastering her to the wall. "Pleh!" she coughed, licking up what she could.

"Woooo," exhaled Dizzy, falling to the floor with a thud.

"What are you doing?!" called Flora, her voice cracking with desire. "I'm not done!"

"But, Flora," Dizzy whined. "I'm tired."

She groaned. He could learn a thing or two about stamina from Nook, that was for sure. I guess it's just harder to keep it up when it's that big.

"Sorry, babe," laughed Pango, softly kneading the girl's breasts. "I kind of wore him out."

Flora collapsed on the bed. "Augh," she moaned. "I'm still horny."

"Hey, you got to come four times," teased Pango, putting her hands at her hips in mock anger. "I haven't even came once yet."

Flora laughed. "But we found your key. This was supposed to be a reward."

"Haha! I've got like twenty of those keys. That was just a ruse to get you in bed."

"And Dizzy?"

"Gravy."

"Miss Pango!" giggled Flora, putting on a seductive voice. "That's so naughty."

"I've been bad," purred the hostess. Flora scooted closer to her, slipping her leg under Pango's chunky thigh. She straddled the woman, humping their reddening clits together like it was going out of style.

"Ah!" they squealed, in perfect harmony. Dizzy looked on in slack-jawed silence.

"You're something else," cooed Pango, drooling slightly. "You know who's really great at this?"

"Mabel," Flora mumbled, greedily suckling at her partner's breasts. "I know," she slurred. "We've, uh... met."

This went on for a few minutes, interspersed with soft coos, loud moans, and everything in between, until Flora noticed Dizzy fervently jerking off in her peripheral vision.

"Ugh," she scoffed. "Now you're ready to go."

"Can you blame me?" he whined. "This is the hottest thing I've ever seen."

"Fine," groaned Flora, pulling Pango with her as she lie down on her side so that both of their asses faced him. "Come on."

Without hesitation, Dizzy threw his member into the narrow space between their touching vulvae, eliciting delighted coos from each of them as his shaft rubbed against both of their clitorises.

All three of them bucked their hips in unison, Flora and Pango kissing passionately as they ground their snatches against Dizzy's thick erection. Though they only ended up entangled in this fashion by way a spur-of-the-moment decision, it turned out to be tremendously pleasurable for all involved. After about two minutes of it, they all miraculously managed to orgasm in harmony.

Even after Dizzy passed out on the floor, the girls continued humping each other for a good hour, trying out a number of different positions. Mabel had been Flora's first foray into girl-on-girl, but it had ended before she was really able to experiment. She took out all her frustrations on Pango, exploring every method either of them could think of. She came away with renewed enthusiasm, vowing to impress Sally with her experience tomorrow.

Later, as Flora trudged home with a huge grin on her face, the realization sunk in that she still needed to buy that shirt.

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To be continued.

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