Flora and Fauna

Note from the author: Getting there, I guess. When I first uploaded Chapter 3, some faulty HTML stopped the entire chapter from showing up, so if you missed it, give it a read.

In this Chapter:
Flora/Copper/Booker
F/M/M

Flora/Mabel/Pango/Sally (Briefly)
F/F/F/F

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The small bell above the door jingled as she stepped inside. In the back of the room, the sewing machine chugged away with a soft rhythm that permeated the atmosphere of the shop.

"Hello!" sang Mabel, hanging up dresses. "Welcome to Able Sisters!"

"Hi, Mabel," said Flora, beaming. "Is that Citrus Gingham still for sale?"

"Sure is," the tailor replied as she folded her stack of dresses over the rack. "My," she whispered, approaching the girl, "somebody's been busy since they were last in here."

Flora blushed. She hadn't checked a mirror after leaving Pango's, but she was sure she had a severe case of sex hair going on.

"Do you know Pango?" she mumbled, a wry smile breaking across her face.

"Oho," growled Mabel. "She's good."

They chatted idly for a while, comparing notes, until Flora let it slip that she wished she and the sultry porcupine could have experimented more.

"So do I," laughed Mabel, "but my job comes first. If that's how you really feel, meet me at the Roost after closing."

"Where's the Roost?"

"In the museum," she explained. "It's a coffee shop."

"It's a date," purred Flora.

After some fruitless flirting with Sable, she left Able Sisters' with a spring in her step and a smile on her face; most importantly, though, with some new clothes! Her bright orange top hugged her soft curves in all the right places, and it was just short enough to give her belly-button some much-needed air. Her tight black shorts covered more of her thighs than the mint-green skirt had, but left less of her shapely figure to the imagination. She skipped along without a care in the world, deciding to find the museum so that she'd know its location for later.

While exploring the town, she came across an elaborate brick façade near the bus station.
Curious, she peeked her head inside, where a reddish terrier in a guard uniform greeted her with a salute. She saluted back, caught slightly off-guard.

"Oh," she gasped, surveying the tall oak doors within. "This is the town gate."

"Right you are, ma'am!" boomed the terrier. "Copper, at your service!"

Flora winced a little. His already loud voice bounced off the walls of the small tunnel, assaulting her ears with an unexpected potency. She introduced herself to Copper and his quiet bulldog partner, Booker.

"Um," he stammered, shifting his weight uncomfortably. "Welcome to, uh, Vale..."

She couldn't help but giggle; his large, sad eyes darted around the room, awkwardly trying to avoid settling on her breasts.

"You guys have to stand here all day long?" she cooed, her shoulders subtly pressing her boobs together.

"Indeed," came Copper's authoritative voice. "But we take great pride in our duties! The safety of Vale is in our hands!"

She could see a tent slowly forming in Booker's pants as she shook and shimmied around, and decided to have a little fun. She had plenty of time to kill, anyway.

"You must get so lonely," she purred, seductively removing her new shirt. She was going to take care of this one, though, and cautiously hung it up on one of the gate's elaborate handles.

The response was mixed. Booker stuttered a few incoherent syllables while Copper turned away, yelping in shock. She seemed to have taken away their ability to form words, and hoped that her newly freed breasts would jog their memory.

They didn't, and as her lacy bra fell to the floor, they only seemed to become less and less intelligible.

"Loosen up, boys," chuckled Flora, giving the goods a quick jiggle. "How about a break?"

Copper stared at the ceiling, blushing furiously. "Why, I..." he stammered, "on the job... this is... can't believe..."

The girl rolled her eyes, shifting her attention to the nervous bulldog. He sure is an ugly thing, she thought, losing herself in the folds of his fat face. It's almost... cute.

Realizing that neither guard would make the first move, she yanked Booker's tightening pants down around his ankles in one fluid motion. His member jumped out at her, its tip salivating slightly with anticipation. "Impressive," she gasped, awestruck. It was not terribly long, clocking in at maybe six, six and a half inches, but it was at least as thick as Dizzy's monster, if not thicker. Without even thinking, she took it in her mouth, barely managing to fit it in.

She bobbed on and off of it masterfully, taking its entire length inside as strands of saliva trailed down from it. Its considerable girth stretched the corners of her mouth, and she could actually feel her lips beginning to chap. She took a sidelong glance at Copper, who scoffed with annoyance, still staring at the ceiling.

"I can't believe this," he gasped. "We have a job to do, here..."

I'll get to you in a second, she thought.

Booker was no match for her nimble mouth, of course; few men were. In no time, he let out a strange half-howl as Flora's mouth began to fill with his thick seed. It was so thick, in fact, that even an expert like herself had trouble getting it down.

"Pah!" she coughed, slobbering on her neck and chest. "How long have you been holding that in?"

"Um, a while, I guess..." he panted, absent-mindedly jerking off to keep his shaft erect.

Flora slid off her shorts and thong with a wink. "You poor thing," she purred.

"Um," he interjected, dancing nervously. "Could you, um... use your, uh... your breasts, first? Maybe?"

"Okay," she laughed, "but you'd better not leave me hanging."

She knelt down, pressing her young C-cups together to let his penis slide into her cleavage; in a stroke of luck, the semen she had dribbled onto herself served as an excellent lube, allowing Booker's slick rod to slide effortlessly through her breasts. He built up a truly breath-taking pace, heaving back and forth as his delighted yips echoed off the tunnel's walls.

Hearing Copper's breath getting louder, Flora turned to shoot him a sultry smile. "A break sounds pretty good right now, huh?" she giggled, her chest rippling with each heave of Booker's pelvis.

"A-absolutely not," huffed the terrier, looking away. Try as he might, he was unable to mask the erection poking its way through his pants.

"Let me take care of that for you," she whispered, swinging her hips tantalizingly. Copper merely stared at the ceiling. It was like pulling teeth!

The second she turned her attention back to Booker, his warm load landed on her face with a splat. "Ah!" she cried, startled, eventually breaking into soft laughter as she struggled to lap it all up.

"Um," sighed the bulldog, nervously wrapping his hands around her behind. "Let's, um, go, I guess..." Another squeal escaped the girl as he picked her up this way, apprehensively lowering her onto his twitching shaft. Her swollen labia were positively drenched, by now, and it slid right in to the hilt without resistance.

"Ohh!" she squealed, throwing her arms and legs around him to support herself. "Mm!"

In all her bucking and grinding and moaning and screaming, Flora could feel a burning heat spread through her. She fit around Booker's reddening penis like a glove, and she lost herself as the echoing sounds of her own moans began to drown out sound entirely.

The world slipped away; soon, she could feel hot breath assaulting the back of her neck. Copper, she realized, beginning to involuntarily mimic his panicked panting. She felt his uncertain hands slide down her back in contemplation. "Do it," she barked, losing her breath.

"Forgive me," he howled, forcing his manhood into her ass with only trace amounts of Pango's saliva and Nook's semen to help it along. She had no idea how big it was, only knowing that her anus was not properly equipped for it.

"Ohhhh!" she screamed, sending sharp echoes throughout the small tunnel. "You're forgiven!!"

Flora was, surprisingly, not new to double penetration, but she was not terribly experienced in it either. Her first experience had, in fact, been only minutes ago, with Pango's long tongue tending to her vagina while a vibrator buzzed in her other opening. This was an entirely different beast, as she soon realized, and the two guards pounded her with animalistic force. They had taken to opposing rhythms, so that Copper stuffed her behind just as Booker withdrew from her cunny, and vice-versa. This rocking motion sent her head back and forth like a volleyball match, and her eyes welled with tears as her moans grew louder and longer.

"Yeeeeahhhhh!!!" she finally cried, clenching tightly around both of her partners as her orgasm hit her. She collapsed onto Booker's shoulders, hoping to take a second to relax, but both guards only seemed to speed up, eliciting sharp moans and grunts. She would have thought it was too much for her, had she been able to think anything at all.

Copper and Booker hammered away at her for several minutes, eventually climaxing almost simultaneously, filling her to bursting with sticky warmth. She let out a pained scream as a second orgasm washed over her, followed immediately by a third and what she thought might have even been a fourth.

Copper toppled over, and Booker's length slid out of her sloppy vagina as they fell to the ground. But Copper was undeterred, bouncing up and down on the stone floor with obvious intent to continue butt-fucking Flora. "Owww," she groaned, more in annoyance than in any real pain. Repositioning her feet to better support herself, she matched his rhythm, filling the small cove with crude squishing noises that echoed off its stone walls. She looked to Booker for assistance, but the bulldog simply leaned against the gate, panting, apparently taking a breather. Taking matters into her own hands, she took her pink clit into her own hands, gently pinching and prodding it.

Her coos and moans filled the cove. Again, she failed to outlast the terrier, but just barely this time; her grip around Copper's penis tightened as she found her release, driving him to unload inside of her.

She stood up as best she could, sliding off his slick length with a grunt; she was not a stranger to anal, but had never performed it for so long before. She turned to grab her clothes and leave, only to find Booker masturbating his member back to full attention. Guess I'm not going anywhere, she smiled.

Flora managed to kill almost an hour before she finally dressed and stumbled out of the tunneled cove, smuggling much of their sperm within each orifice.. The town's bell rang out, echoing faintly; 7 PM.

Exhausted beyond her wits by the one-two punch of two consecutive threesomes, she decided on a quick nap. She'd need her energy if she was to meet Mabel at 11, and especially if she'd be up all night with the porcupine as she hoped. She slumped home, absent-mindedly snatching the radio in the corner and shuffling up the stairs to the attic bed where she fell with a plop. The bed was softer than it appeared, and quite comfortable. She set the radio down on the dresser, setting its alarm for 10:40, then quickly drifted off into pleasant sleep.

A bright spotlight shined on her, and she shielded her eyes as her blurry vision slowly accommodated. "What?" she gasped. "Where am I?"

"That's not important," came a voice from behind her. Before she could turn around, a pair of blue arms appeared in her peripheral vision, trapping her in a bear hug from behind. One found her left nipple, the other made its way to her swollen vulva.

"Mabel?" she gasped, melting into the woman's touch. "Where am I?" She glanced down at the nimble fingers working in and out of her labia, in a whisper adding, "Why am I naked?"

"Shh," Mabel whispered, kissing the nape of her neck.

Flora closed her eyes, purring softly with delight. When she finally opened them, she flinched in shock; Pango had seemingly appeared from nowhere, and spread the girl's legs wide.

"Pango?!" she cried, a subtle crack in her voice betraying her arousal. "What are you-"

"Shh," whispered the anteater, burying her face between Flora's thighs.

"Ohhhh!"

Flora lost herself completely as a barrage of blissfully familiar sounds and smells assaulted her young mind. Mabel teased her stiffening nipples. Pango slurped at her dripping sex. The next thing she knew, she was inches away from Sally's sweet face. Her eyes widened, and her voice left her.

"Sally," she stammered. "You're-"

"Shh," hushed the squirrel. She took a gentle grip on Flora's chin, boldly pressing their lips together as the poor girl's eyes nearly flew out of her skull.

They kissed passionately, and the world slipped away. From behind, she could feel a phallus penetrating her butt. A strap-on? A man? She didn't care. There was only Sally. When at last they broke, a long strand of saliva trailing between their lips, Flora let out a meek, "I love you."

Sally shot her a heartfelt smile, and opened her mouth to speak.

"We've got some big hits coming your way in the next half-hour, so stay tuned," she said eerily, in a voice that was not hers. In fact, the voice was male.

"What?"

She opened her eyes. A wooden ceiling hung above her, and all three of her partners were gone.

"Up next we got K.K. Casbah from the canine country boy himself, K.K. Slider," continued the voice.

With a frustrated sigh, Flora slammed the side of her fist onto the radio's "off" switch and shuffled out of bed.

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