Flora and Fauna

In this Chapter:
Flora/Resetti
M/F

Flora/Sally
F/F

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Flora stumbled out of her new home, still groggy from her nap, and shielded her eyes from the sun.

Wait. The sun? It was supposed to be nighttime. With horror, her mistake dawned on her: she had set her alarm for 10:40 AM, and slept straight through her date with Mabel!

Before she could even step away from her doormat, the ground a few feet away from her seemed to spontaneously erupt, eliciting a tiny shriek from the half-conscious girl. As she struggled to regain her composure, she realized that an angry-looking mole in a hardhat was the cause of the phenomenon. He pulled himself halfway out of the hole he had just created, shaking bits of dirt and grass off of himself.

"Hey!" he growled. "Listen, you, I... er..."

The anger in his voice trailed off as he took notice of the terrified expression plastered all over Flora's face. He cleared his throat.

"Er... sorry. Lemme introduce myself. I'm Mr. Resetti."

A vacant stare seemed to waft off of Flora's face. "Hi?" she said at last.

"Yeah how's it goin'," slurred the mole, seeming put out. "Listen, babe, we have some issues to discuss."

"Babe?" scoffed Flora. Who the hell was this guy?

"You see," rasped Resetti, "I'm here because you reset your game."

A suffocating silence. "I.. what?" Game? What game?

Resetti nodded, squinting a bit. "Maybe you did it by accident, maybe on purpose... maybe you just turned the power off without saving. But here we are."

What is this guy talking about?"I don't even-"

"Now, y'see, I suggest that you... not do that. It's sort of my job to enforce these things. I take my job pretty seriously, you understand."

"But I didn't-"

"Now, this being your first offense, I'll let you off easy. Think of this as a friendly warning. But the next time you see me, I won't be so... polite. Y'see, I got what you might call an acid tongue. I... well, I sometimes... scare people."

As the mole continued rambling on, it became apparent to Flora that any interjections of "I have no idea what you're talking about" would only waste more and more of her time. In a hurry to go and apologize to Mabel, she decided to play along.

"But that's just who I am, see?" he went on. "Am I s'posed to apologize for bein' me?"

"I'm awfully sorry, Mister," she interrupted. "It won't happen again."

Resetti furrowed his brow, his nose twitching slightly. "See that it doesn't. It's like this, all right? Every time you reset, there's this light in the Reset Center that starts flashin'..."

Flora released a large sigh, beginning to rub her fingers against the bridge of her nose. There was no stopping this guy!

"It's so bright, it hurts my brain!" bellowed the mole.

Out of better ideas, the young girl lifted off her shirt and bra in one swift motion, exposing herself.

"Those are very nice," said Resetti, after a beat. "Now don't get me wrong. I understand that you people make mistakes..."

"Augh!" sighed Flora, exasperated. "I'm sorry, okay? Is there some way I can... make it up to you?" On the last half of her inquiry, she tantalizingly shook her shoulders back and forth.

"I'm gettin' to that. Just answer me one question. Is there a reset button in YOUR world?"

"I don't have time for this," hissed Flora, making herself decent again. With a short wave, she took off in a sprint toward the beach. "Bye!"

"Hey!" growled the mole. "I'm talkin' to you!" He zipped back underground, burrowing after her.

His speed was shocking, and the ground he displaced beneath Flora's feet sent her tumbling to the grass. She barely had time to grunt before he erupted from beneath the soil as before, sporting an even more menacing expression.

"You asked for it now," he roared, deftly slicing open Flora's shirt and bra with his pickaxe.

"Hey!" cried Flora. She worked hard for that shirt!

She began writhing wildly, dissolving into a kicking, screaming mess; in spite of her best efforts, she found herself cooing with delight as the mole sunk his paws into her breasts. "Stop!" she cried, barely believing the performance herself. She had, after all, offered herself to this guy less than a minute ago.

Resetti became feral, animalistic. He ripped open the poor girl's bicycle shorts with one bold swipe of his claws.

"Stop it!" hissed Flora, giving him a good kick in the nose. "I liked those clothes, you stupid mole!"

The next thing she knew, her legs had been forced open and the stupid mole had already begun penetrating her. How did he move so fast? "Not here!" she shrieked, her cracking voice betraying a tiny hint of arousal. She tried to crawl away from him, scooting with her hands and butt, but Resetti had her feet trapped beneath his claws and reeled her back in. "Come onnnn," she spat, panting. "Somebody... will see!"

That seemed to be the last of Resetti's concerns; the kind of raw power he exhibited as he pounded away at the girl was as much delightful as it was terrifying. It occurred to Flora, to her shock and delight, that it is possible to rape the willing; she decided, if it would give her the slightest chance of salvaging her reputation, to pretend that she was not, in fact, enjoying it immensely. She could feel herself approaching that magic threshold and arched her back.

Her squeals were hard to silence, drowned out as they were by the wet, rhythmic slaps being produced in tandem. As it turned out, though, she didn't have to keep up the act for very long; the mole unleashed his sticky load into her, callously withdrawing his member mere seconds afterward.

"That's it?!" she gasped, curling her fingers into fists. She was so close!

"Maybe next time you'll think about resetting, Violet," he rasped, closing off the sentence with a condescending chuckle.

"Flora."

His brow contorted into a funny, snake-like shape. "What?"

"My name is Flora!" she spat.

For the first time all morning, she saw the mole's eyes. "Really?"

She pushed herself into a sitting position, gritting her teeth at him. "Yes!"

"Jeez," he gulped, gritting his teeth in the exact opposite expression. "Wrong house!"

Are you kidding me?

"Sorry about the, uh... confusion, ba... miss." With a blushing tip of his hardhat, Resetti disappeared into the ground.

Flora angrily stuck her head into the hole he had left behind, but he was long gone. "At least finish the job!" she whined, hoping the echo would reach him.

Nothing.

Great, she thought. It was a bad scene for her. Fully nude save for her socks and shoes, horny as hell, and more than likely on Mabel's bad side for blowing her off last night. She contemplated dashing back into her house to take care of herself, but decided her chances with Mabel were better the sooner she got over there. She set about solving the problem of her nakedness; her new clothes were utterly destroyed, and her only other options were Nook's uniform and a Daisy shirt still covered in Nook's seed. Both, she thought, were less favorable to strolling through town naked.

These thoughts left her head as she noticed the rude Siamese from yesterday approaching with a look of horror. It dawned on her that she should perhaps have given thought to her clothing options from inside her house.

"Can't even afford clothes?" stammered the cat. "What has this town come to?"

Flora opened her mouth to voice an angry rebuttal, but she had no recourse. With a blush, she dashed back into her house and slammed the door.

Minutes later, she stuck her head out and surveyed the area. "At least the witch is gone," she muttered to nobody in particular. She gingerly closed the door behind her, breathing a nervous sigh; she had thrown on a bra and the mint-green skirt of Nook's uniform, but refused to wear either of her available tops. It was a matter of pride, and she hoped that she could make it to Able Sisters' without drawing too much attention to herself.

This endeavor failed spectacularly, of course, and Flora elicited a number of cat calls from the village's male inhabitants. Among them, an orange and white bull, a garish red octopus, and of course, Dizzy, who she could just strangle. She was batting a thousand with first impressions today.

As she sheepishly slithered into Able Sisters', Mabel glanced up from the counter. Flora formed a nervous smile, blushing wildly. "Hi," she sighed, chuckling.

"If this is your way of apologizing for standing me up last night," huffed Mabel, eying the girl. She paused slightly, stealing noticeable glances. "...Well," she added, her tone softening. "...It's working."

"I'm so sorry," whispered Flora. "I laid down for a nap and I set my alarm for AM instead of PM, and I..."

In a moment of surreality, they each caught themselves staring at the other's cleavage. They shared a small laugh, making Flora feel a little bit better.

"Mabel, I was really looking forward to last night. I'm really sorry."

The porcupine sighed. "I was too."

"Can we reschedule? For tonight?"

Mabel shook her head, and Flora could feel a vice tighten around her heart. "Tomorrow night," she said.

The girl's face fell. "Oh, please don't make me wait..."

"You made me wait, so I make you wait. That's fair, right?"

A frustrated sigh escaped her, but she nodded in agreement.

"Now," laughed Mabel, "it looks to me like you could a shirt. What happened to that Citrus Gingham you bought yesterday?"

"I'd... rather not say," gulped Flora.

In no time at all, she left Able Sisters' with a yellow Paw Shirt and a peck on the cheek. The Paw Shirt was not a fabulous design in her eyes, but it struck her as humorous in light of the amount of animals she had bedded in less than a day. She also ditched Nook's skirt for a pair of black bike shorts identical to the ones Resetti had shredded.

As she made her way back home, something stopped Flora by the lake in the center of town, observing her reflection in the cool, clear water. As she stared into herself, she couldn't seem to help but ponder some questions. Who's this new girl I see? How'd she get to be such a slut? and, finally, Who cares?

As she smiled to herself, a familiar cinnamon-colored figure appeared reflected in the water next to her. "Sally!" she exclaimed.

Sally shot her a grin, giggling slightly. "Hey," she responded. "I hear you had some misadventures in a bra today."

Flora winced, feeling her face redden. "Man," she chuckled, "news gets around fast in this town."

"Yeah," Sally laughed. "It's a shame I missed it!"

Flora's eyes lit up like a pair of lighthouses. Was that... flirting?

Sally put her hand on the girl's shoulder, sending tingles through her. "Everything okay?"

"Everything's... great," purred Flora, cupping her hand over Sally's. "Sally?" she gulped.

"Yeah?"

"Do you have a boyfriend?"

"Nope."

Flora stood up a little straighter, her shoulders now uncompressed by any great phantom weight.

"Girlfriend?" she mumbled.

"Ha!" laughed Sally, withdrawing her hand. "No. Why do you ask?"

Flora looked away, trying to hide her devilish grin. "Just curious," she sang, inching closer to the squirrel. "You just seem like you could have anyone you wanted."

"I don't know if that's true," cooed Sally. "They'd have to want me too."

Flora licked her lips, scooting closer still. "What if they did?"

There was a long, painful silence as Sally seemed to mull it over. Flora felt her heart waiting to jump right out of her throat. Finally, Sally moved in toward Flora so that their shoulders touched, spreading a violent fire through each of them. "That would be nice," she purred.

In a particularly bold moment, Flora wrapped her arm around Sally's head and pressed their lips together. Totally unfazed, Sally reciprocated the gesture in earnest. They kissed for what seemed like hours, each exploring the other's mouth, until Flora began trying to pull down her partner's pleated skirt.

"Up bup bup," interjected Sally. The girl withdrew her hands as though she had touched a burning stove, her eyes wide with fear.

"What's the matter?" she gasped, horrified that she had committed some colossal faux pas.

"I like you, Flora," explained Sally, "and I'd like to explore this. But we barely know each other. I'm not going to just jump into bed with you."

Flora could swear she felt the vice around her heart tighten until it burst. Her face sank deep enough to discover Atlantis.

Sally took Flora by the wrist in a sudden, surprisingly powerful grip. "Just kidding!" she giggled, jumping fully-clothed into the water with a flailing Flora to follow.

In the amount of time it took for Flora to come up for air, realize what had just happened, and shake the water out of her ears, Sally had already separated her from her skirt and panties. Mouth agape, Flora could only watch as the plucky squirrel stripped herself naked. One by one, their wet clothes were flung onto the small pier, forming a heap. One of Flora's shoes tumbled off the pile and fell back into the lake, but she wouldn't have cared a bit even if she had noticed.

They nibbled each other's lips, Flora kneading Sally's impressive funbags. They were no competition for Mabel's or Pango's, but they were certainly bigger than her own. "Someone'll see us," she mumbled, not even breaking stride or sounding the least bit worried.

"No they won't," Sally whimpered. "There's a meeting in the Town Hall right now."

With Flora's fears (if you could even call them that) eased, she tried to remember how Mabel had done it yesterday. She took Sally by the ass, pulling them together tightly. She fumbled through a series of failed attempts to entwine their legs together, estimating that she might have got it had she not been devoting so much attention to Sally's other parts.

With a laugh, muffled as it was by the inside of Flora's mouth, Sally reached into the water and lifted Flora's leg over her own. There, finally, the puzzle fit together, and their anxious snatches ground against each other. She could get used to this underwater sex. They moaned into each other, each of them humping like it would be their last time. It was a slow rhythm they had found, but a forceful one.

The whole affair seemed to be a frenzy of circular motions. Sally sunk her fingers into Flora's fleshy backside, kneading it in small circles, pulling one cheek clockwise and the other counter-clockwise. Flora, meanwhile, pinched at Sally's pert nipples, gently stretching them in similarly opposing circles. Their pink clits drew rings around each other with each thrust of their hips, and their tongues swam in circles together.

Flora, for the first time ever with a female, managed to outlast her partner. Sally's back arched, breaking from their kiss, and she moaned softly, assaulting Flora's face with a burst of warm, fresh breath. Panting heavily, the girl inhaled, taking in the pleasant scent of oranges hanging on Sally's breath. The squirrel collapsed onto Flora's heaving chest, squealing loudly with unbridled delight. Flora, ecstatic to have finally beat another girl to the punch, bode her time by nibbling on Sally's ears as her frantic humping continued.

To her shock, for the second time today her partner broke from their embrace as she neared climax. "Sally!" she screamed. "Don't do this to me!"

"Watch this," laughed Sally, taking an enormous breath before disappearing into the water.

A piercing shriek left Flora as she felt a cold nose press against her clitoris, and a writhing tongue part her vulva. Losing her balance for a moment, she flailed her limbs to stay afloat, feeling her eyes roll back into her head. Conscious thought left her, and she pressed Sally's head into her with both hands. Within a minute, she could feel sweet release washing over her and fell limp for a moment, dipping slightly into the lake.

Sally emerged with a splash, gasping for air. Not wasting a second, the panting girl placed a hand on each of her partner's cheeks, reeling her in for a passionate smooch. The kiss broke apart abruptly, a strand of saliva bridging their mouths for a second, as Flora crammed three of her fingers into Sally's slit. The force of their entry arched the squirrel's spine and drew out a sharp moan. Leaning back like this forced her ample chest into Flora's face, a fact the young girl was happy to take advantage of. Taking Sally's right nipple in her mouth, she suckled at it greedily, paying equal attention to the left nipple with her free hand.

Running her fingers through Flora's pink hair, Sally closed her eyes and threw her head back. Not to be outdone, she plunged one of her hands into the water to tend to Flora's sweet sex.

Before her nimble digits could reach, though, a meek voice rang out. "Um..."

They both turned to look, their eyes nearly jumping out of their heads. On the edge of the lake was a short, slender bunny with black and white coloring. She wore the familiar mint-green Nook uniform and a look of pure horror.

They both froze, entering a sort of accidental staring contest with the bunny. None of the three of them budged an inch - Flora kept her hands on Sally's breast and in her cunny, respectively, and Sally's hand seemed to hang from Flora's wet hair.

"I'm Dotty," the bunny finally whimpered. "I'm new here..."

Silence. Sally and Flora simply stared. The latter girl's mouth fell open, looking as though she might say something, but there was nothing.

"I'll come back later," Dotty cried, breaking into a sprint. They stared after her until she disappeared from sight.

They stared at each other for a moment, both of them completely mortified. To break the silence, Flora resumed wriggling her fingers in and out of Sally, which drove them both to a long fit of laughter. They kept going for a bit, but neither of them could really get back into the mood after that embarrassing interruption. They decided to pick up later, and crawled out of the water onto the pier. Flora reached for her clothes, but hesitated.

"What?" asked Sally.

"No point in putting on wet clothes right now," she said with a smirk. Beginning to sort the small heap of clothes, Sally leaned in and granted her a quick peck on the cheek.

They hung up their wet clothes on a nearby tree and laid down next to each other on the pier, naked and sopping wet.

Staring up at the clouds, Sally cupped her hand around Flora's. "That meeting will be over soon," she whispered.

"Yep."

"Somebody'll probably see us lying here."

"Yep," repeated Flora.

The sound of a warm breeze whistling through the trees filled the long silence.

"Kinda hot, isn't it?" asked Flora.

"It is a little warm out."

"No," laughed Flora, "I mean being seen."

Sally giggled, turning to look Flora in the eyes. "Not really," she laughed. "That was embarrassing."

"It was," chuckled Flora. "But it was kinda fun."

"Heh."

Another lengthy pause broke out, though no breeze came to fill this one.

"I guess," said Sally at last, grinning out of one corner of her mouth.

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