Flora and Fauna

In this Chapter:
Angus/Flora
M/F

Tom Nook/Flora
M/F

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Flora, now clothed for the first time in a few hours, stumbled out of Dotty's small house with a dazed look of happy confusion.

The town bell rang out. Is it 1:00 already? she thought, rubbing her stomach. I could go for some lunch. I didn't even have dinner yesterday!

Still a bit dazed, she made the trek to the town gate, deciding to resume last night's search for the museum and the bar contained within. As she walked past, Copper and Booker saluted her, both looking a bit flustered. She reciprocated the gesture, giggling coyly. When she finally did find the museum, she couldn't help but laugh; it was only a minute or two down the path from the gate. Oh well, she mused, rolling her eyes.

She stepped inside and discovered, to her bewilderment, an owl sleeping on his feet. How's he doing that?!

As she opened her mouth to voice a gentle wake-up-call, she caught in her peripheral vision a sign bearing a coffee cup, pointing down a small staircase. "Sleep tight," she chuckled, heading downstairs. The railing that she held on her way down the stairs turned directly into the lip of the bar at the bottom step.

The Roost smelled like coffee and wood grain. "Mm," sighed Flora, sniffing lightly. She took a look around, eyeing the green pigeon minding the bar. He nodded a slight greeting and resumed cleaning a porcelain cup. There were three stools at the bar, one of them occupied by the reddish brown bull from earlier; there was a stage in the corner, and a piano sat upon it. Against the wall was a table and four wooden chairs.

With a smile, Flora sat right next to the bull, who became noticeably uncomfortable. "Hi!" she exclaimed, offering her hand. "I'm Flora. Just moved here."

"Hey!" gulped the bull. "Angus," he stammered, shaking her hand in what seemed like a hurry. "Uh... welcome to Vale."

"What's the matter?" laughed Flora, resting her fists on her hips. "Are you scared of the new girl?"

"No, no," he said, fidgeting. "I'm... forget it."

"Tell me!"

His brow furrowed with frustration, pinching the white stripe that ran down his face. "I... I'll tell you later."

Flora rolled her eyes. "Fine," she huffed, turning to the bartender.

"What can I get you?"

"Coffee," she sighed. "Black. And do you have anything to eat here?"

"Just donuts and cinnamon rolls."

She breathed a deep, contemplative sigh, eying the ceiling for a moment. "I'll take a cinnamon roll. Please."

"That'll be 300 bells..."

As she slid him the money, the bartender nodded and poured her a cup of coffee, placing it on the bar. "Drink up," he said, sliding it towards her. "While it's hot."

"That's the only way to drink it," she laughed, downing a large sip. Feeling the heat worm its way down her body, she let out a pained "Ahhh!"

"Jeez," scoffed Angus. "Isn't it too hot?"

"Yeah it is," she gagged, swallowing another mouthful. "Hahh."

"You sound like it's hurting you."

Flora cleared her throat, then swallowed the rest. "That's good coffee. Where d'you get it?"

The bartender smiled slightly. "It's my own brew."

"Really?" she cooed, sliding her cup back toward him. "It's good. I'll definitely have to come back here."

"Be right back with that cinnamon roll," he said, nodding his thanks as he entered the back room.

"I'm so hungry," sighed Flora, spinning her stool around to rest her elbows on the bar. "Any good places to eat in this town?"

"Not really," said Angus. "Most people here grow their own food."

"Augh, man," she whined, throwing her head back. "Guess I have to learn how to farm..."

There was an awkward silence until Angus broke it in a gruff whisper. "I, um..."

Flora turned to look at him, raising one eyebrow. "I'm listening."

"Well, it's just... you're a little weird, okay?" He glanced at the door to the back room. "The first time I saw you, you were-"

"Naked, I know," she purred, turning her stool towards the bull. She crossed her legs and rest her feet in his lap. "Didn't you enjoy the show?"

"Uh, well, sure. But it's not... normal. Are you some kind of..."

"Some kind of what? Slut?"

"If you wanna call it that."

"I do wanna call it that," she growled. "Do you wanna call it that?"

"I just wonder why you were strutting through town naked, is all."

"I dunno," she sighed, grinning wildly. "I just felt like it. You got a problem with that?"

Angus fidgeted in his seat. "Not at all."

About a minute later, the bartender emerged from the back room, but Flora was nowhere to be seen. Glancing around the room, he set the plate he had been carrying down on the bar with a clink. "Hey, where's-"

"Uh!" gasped Angus, his eyes looking like they were about to fall out of his head. "She said she would be right back." The nervous bull glanced between his legs, where Flora was looking back at him, winking. Her back against the bar, completely hidden from view, she silently worked his fat penis in and out of her mouth.

"Nngh," he winced. The bartender, taking notice, set down the cup he was cleaning.

"You okay?" he asked, approaching.

"Yeah!" cried the bull, scooting forward and leaning onto the counter to further conceal Flora. "Gggh!"

Without intending to, his sudden motion had forced his member deeper into Flora's mouth. She took this as an instruction, and her ministrations grew bolder and more enthusiastic. His equipment was short enough that its entire length fit into her mouth with ease.

"What's up?" asked the bartender.

"Just some... stomach trouble. I'll be fine!"

30 seconds passed, seeming like an eternity; Flora's throat was still steaming hot from the coffee, and the warm embrace of her lips was making short work of Angus. "Brewster," he choked, one eye closed. "Can you get me a donut?"

The bartender, still cleaning a cup with a small cloth, shot Angus a confused glance. "Are you sure you should be eating fried food?" he asked. "I wouldn't want to aggravate your stomach."

"Oh! Of course!" gasped Angus. A particularly slow lick up the underside of his shaft sent shivers down his spine. "How silly of me!"

Flora, the consummate multi-tasker that she was, slipped her free hand into her shorts and went at it. She was on auto-pilot now, and her eyes fell closed as she set to work.

Angus, trying to hide his moans and groans, developed a conspicuous cough. He was no match for her, and they both knew it.

When he was finally at his limit, beginning to sweat, the bull clenched his fists and bit his tongue as he emptied himself into Flora's mouth. His released a deep sigh and threw his head back onto his shoulders. The barista shot him a confused glance. "Ah," he said, chuckling nervously. "I feel much better now."

Flora, of course, had swallowed every drop without a sound. Hugging the bar, she crawled to the staircase, where she stood up and pretended to re-enter The Roost. "Sorry about that," she purred, shooting Angus a knowing grin. "Had to take care of something."

Brewster nodded, sliding her cinnamon roll to her. A wistful sigh escaped Flora; the orange pastry, swirled with icing as it was, was the spitting image of Sally's curly tail. She stared at it for a moment, resting her cheek on her fist as images of Sally danced through her head until her stomach let out a shrill growl.

With a dastardly grin, she took a slow lick across the top of it, gathering icing on her tongue. Angus, who couldn't seem to tear his eyes off her, let out a small groan. She took a bite of the treat, glancing at him as she deliberately uncoiled it with her teeth. Giggling to herself, she slowly moved her mouth along the uncoiled roll, taking more and more of it between her lips until the entire pastry was in her mouth. Cheeks bulging, she chewed it at a snail's pace, moaning and smacking all the way. A tiny bit of frosting wormed its way out of her lips, which made him groan and her giggle. When she had finally finished chewing it, she swallowed it with a satisfied "Ah," going out of her way to show off her empty mouth and tongue. Licking icing off her fingers, Flora waved goodbye to Angus and Brewster and left.

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The bell above the door of Nook's jingled as she walked in, making her cringe. Nook's emphatic "Hello! Welcome, hmm?" made her cringe even more.

"Hey, Nook," she sighed. "Is it true there's nowhere to eat around here?"

"Hmm, not really. Villagers prefer to grow their own food, hmm?"

Flora released a groan, crossing her arms as she leaned on the wall. "I guess I'm gonna need to buy some equipment, then."

"Very good, hmm? We have a shovel in today you might use for planting trees."

Flora glanced at the shovel, but was quickly distracted by the gorgeous white couch in the corner of the shop. "Whoa," she gasped, "How much for the couch?"

"Ah, the Regal Sofa, yes? That item is 3,100 bells."

"Augh, that's out of my price range. I'll take the shovel."

"What's this, hmm? No haggling? No negotiation?"

With a roll of her eyes, she asked, "How low are you willing to go?"

"2,000."

"I don't have 2,000. Just give me the shovel."

Nook laughed. "Very well, hmm?"

She left the shop with a spring in her step and a shovel slung over her shoulder. She picked a few oranges around town, eating one as she made her rounds. She dug a few holes behind her house, planting what oranges she had, until her shovel struck something hard.

"Huh?"

It took her a few minutes to dig it up; it was a blue spherical object, fairly large, with a white spiral inside it. She turned it in her hands and looked at it from several different angles.

"What is this thing?" she whispered, to nobody in particular.

The owl in the entryway of the museum awoke with a start, Flora grinning sheepishly as she rapped her knuckles on the marble doorway. "Zzzzz... hooo... Zwwaaaawk?!"

"Hi," said Flora, doing her best not to laugh.

"Terribly sorry!" stammered the owl. "I get so frightfully tired during the day, wot!"

"It's fine," she laughed. "I'm Flora. I just moved here."

"Ah, splendid! Welcome to our lovely museum! ...Although I'm afraid it's rather empty at the moment... Oh! How terribly rude of me. By the by, is there something with which I can assist you?"

"I found this thing," explained Flora, showing him the orb. "I think it might be a fossil."

"Marvelous! I can identify it for you, eh wot?"

"Sure."

As it turned out, to the shock of both parties, Flora had dug up an Dimetrodon Tail. Before the dapper owl could even finish his spiel about donating it to the museum, she was already halfway to Nook's.

He laughed as she waltzed back in. "Back so soon, hmm?"

The giddy young girl held out the fossilized tail. "How much will you give me for a Dimetrodon Tail?"

"Hmm," gasped Nook, inspecting it. "Excellent find, hmm? I can give you... 4,500 bells, yes?"

"Deal!" she exclaimed. As they made the exchange, she glanced back at the Regal Sofa in the corner. "You still offering 2,000 for the couch?"

"Well," laughed the raccoon, "I don't give such discounts away for free."

With a wink, she handed him the money. "Then let's break it in," she whispered, taking him by the wrist. Without breaking stride, Nook flipped the "OPEN" sign on the inside of the door to "CLOSED" as they made their way to the sofa.

A playful shove sent Nook to the cushions with a fwoomp. In no time, Nook's apron had been cast behind the couch, and Flora's bike shorts had been kicked off onto the counter. She lowered herself onto his member, deciding to face away from him for now, both to avoid eye contact and to give her access to his marbles. She batted them around a bit, letting her fingers sink into their expanse; in spite of herself, she had missed them. Nook folded his arms behind his head, grinning as they got a rhythm going, her bouncing up and down onto his length.

"This couch has gotta be sturdy if it's going in my house," explained Flora, kneading Nook's testes. "So let's put it through its paces."

She kept this rhythm up for a few minutes, at which time it was replaced by a faster one. To show his appreciation for this new pattern, Nook sunk his paws into her hips and sped up to match her pace. She leaned back a bit, resting her hands on his plump stomach. The slaps filling the room grew louder and closer together until she could feel his semen oozing out of her.

"Reverse cowgirl," she wheezed, "Check."

She slid off of the raccoon and knelt down on the other side of the couch, resting her chin on the arm. Nook took the hint, sitting up and swinging his legs underneath him so that he too was kneeling. He beat his member a few times to keep it erect, then slid it into Flora once again, resting his paws on the small of her back.

She got off rather quickly, feeling his big balls spank her repeatedly. She breathed a contented sigh and sunk into the couch slightly, but before she could change positions, Nook slid out of her vagina and into her ass.

"Nnggh," cringed Flora, her arms struggling to lift herself back up. Nook's penis was slick with his own release, but it only barely served as lubricant. "I wish you would quit doing that," she choked. She bit her tongue and began fingering herself, dipping most of her hand between her lips. "At least warn me!" Her cheeks clenched, and a pained shriek left her as he ejaculated into her butt.

"Doggy style," she coughed, still cringing. "Check!"

Ten minutes later, she could hear the springs in the sofa beginning to squeak as she wiped the sweat from her forehead. "Missionary. Check."

Nook eased off of her and she rolled onto her stomach, letting her left arm dangle off the side of the sofa. She could feel him gently lay down on her back, softly pawing her shoulders.

Relishing the tender moment, she sighed with delight. Of course, not thirty seconds later she could feel a familiar warmth poking her. "Where do you get all this stamina?" she scoffed, her eyelids falling closed. They rolled over onto their sides, Nook sinking into the crack between the cushions and the back of the couch. He lifted her left leg until it was nearly perpendicular to the ground, sliding his member into her slit yet again.

"Spoons!" Flora finally exclaimed, giggling as Nook's fuzzy tail tickled the inside of her thighs. "Che-heck!"

Even later, she whispered a tired "Shishy-Nine," as she slid Nook's limp member out of her mouth with a gulp. "I'm spent..."

She rolled off the couch, falling to the floor with a thud. "Oof!"

Nook laughed, wiping his brow. Paying him a coy glance, Flora rest her hand on the sofa's arm. With a puff of smoke, the entire thing turned into a small green leaf, leaving Nook to fall to the ground with a similar thud, though a much deeper "Oof!"

"I suppose I deserved that," he chuckled.

"Thanks for the couch," she huffed, yanking her shorts on. With a sigh, she stuffed the leaf into her pockets. She turned to leave, but stopped just short of the door's handle.

"Hmm?" goaded Nook. "Is there something else?"

"... Thanks."

The bell on the door jingled as she left. As she strode off, glancing over her shoulder, she could see the sign in the window flipping from "CLOSED" to "OPEN."

Why couldn't she bring herself to compliment Nook to his face? He was easily the best male partner she'd had since moving to Vale; his stamina was unparalleled among men or women, and he certainly knew his way around a woman better than the other boys in town.

Her eyes lit up. "Sally!" she exclaimed. "Hey!"

"Hey," laughed the hazel squirrel. Eying Flora's shovel and dirty clothes, she added, "Doing some gardening?"

Flora glanced down at her outfit; small areas of her new shirt were caked in dirt. "Ah, man," she whined. "Yeah, I'm planting some orange trees behind my house."

"Nice," Sally purred. "You look the part."

"Come on," growled Flora, fists at her hips.

"I'm serious! You look like you've got a real green thumb."

"Hey," Flora gasped, her eyes sparkling. "You wanna come help me? We dig a few holes, get a little dirty, maybe take a bath in the lake... Whaddya say?"

Sally shook her head, chuckling. "Sounds great, Flora... but I promised to show the new girl around tonight. Sorry."

"Dotty?"

"The very same."

Flora formed a sly grin. "You gonna hit that?"

Sally's face fell. "No," she scoffed, sounding hurt. "I'm just going to show her around. What kind of girl do you think I am?"

"I... I didn't mean..."

She punched Flora in the arm, giggling. "Come on, Flora, lighten up. I'm totally gonna hit that."

"Augh," groaned the girl. "That makes twice you've got me with that one!"

They shared a laugh. "I do a pretty good Olivia impression, don't I?"

"Uncanny!"

"Well," giggled Sally, waving goodbye. "I gotta run. Good luck with your orange orchard!"

Flora offered her thanks, adding, "Good luck with Dotty," and they began to part ways.

"Hey, how is she?" called Sally, walking backwards.

"Depends," answered Flora. "Does swearing do it for you?"

"Dotty?" gasped Sally. "Really?"

"Like a truck driver," laughed Flora, also beginning to walk backwards. "Have fun!"

She lost sight of Sally, and as she was about to turn around...

"Oof!"

The girl's shovel fell to the ground with a clank. She had backed right into a large rock and fallen over it.

"Owww," she winced, feeling the back of her calves. Blood. "Idiot," she whispered, sitting up.

"You okay?" came a raspy voice.

"Fine," sighed Flora, wiping her hand on the grass. "Only hurt my pride."

She spun around to face the source of the voice; to her surprise, it was not the gruff male she had expected, but a short, slender female. The stranger offered Flora her hand and pulled the girl into a standing position. She was taller than Dotty, but not by much; Flora seemed to tower over her, which was a rare experience for her. The stranger sported wild purple hair and a pair of purple glasses. She wore a black Skull Shirt that seemed to be much too big for her, reaching the middle of her thighs, and although Flora supposed she could have been wearing short shorts, the stranger did not appear to be wearing any sort of pants.

But by far the most interesting thing about this new person was that she, like Flora, was human.