Flora and Fauna

"I'm Flora," she stammered, offering her hand. "I just moved here."

"Violet," rasped the girl, giving a firm handshake.

Violet, thought Flora. A few gears turned in her head, and she recalled her conversation with Resetti. "Oh!" she gasped. "Did you have a run-in with Mr. Resetti earlier?"

Violet groaned. "No, thank God. Why?"

"He... nevermind."

"You'd better get some ice on that cut. Come on, I'll help you."

As they made their way to Violet's house, Flora spent most of the trip trying to figure out if this girl was wearing any pants or not. Her shirt was long enough that it covered her nether regions, but beyond that, her entire legs were on display. Was she wearing extremely short shorts? Panties? Neither? It was anyone's guess.

Not that Flora was complaining; this mysterious girl didn't really have any breasts to speak of, but she did have wide hips and toned, muscular thighs. Curious Flora was so entranced that she nearly walked right into the girl when they arrived at their destination; the only two-story house in town, and the only one with a black roof. She spent a few good seconds ogling the abode before she managed to spit out, "It's huge!"

"Thanks..."

"I didn't know there were any other humans living in Vale," said Flora.

"Likewise," came the reply. "It's just been me for a long time. Kinda nice to see some new blood."

A cold silence rang out. She glanced back at Flora, still clutching her calf. "Um... sorry. I didn't mean-"

"It's okay," laughed Flora. "I know what you meant."

The door swung open and, as they stepped inside, Flora couldn't believe her eyes. "Look at all this stuff!" The house was decked out in purple, sporting numerous pieces of furniture from the Harvest Series. A few exceptions stuck out, such as the enormous Robo-TV in the corner and the Massage Chair beneath the window.

"Have a seat and I'll get you a bandage," Violet offered, disappearing up the staircase. "Try not to bleed on anything!"

Flora slid her shovel into a metal tin near the door, which already housed Violet’s own shovel and axe. She limped over to the Robo-TV, admiring it even turned off. It was easily wider than Flora was tall. On closer inspection, there was a built-in DVD player; a blinking red light told her that there was a disc playing right now. She ran her fingers along its metallic edges, searching for a power switch. She found a row of buttons, settling on the largest of them, and pressed it. She flinched, the volume startling her, and blushed furiously as two female wolves appeared on screen, naked and crawling all over each other. By the time she managed to shut it off in a panic, it was too late; a particularly loud "Oh!" had already escaped, filling the house.

When the host returned with a bag of ice and a washcloth, she pretended not to have heard anything. Probably, guessed the guest, to save them both from an awkward moment. Nurse Violet gently cleaned Flora's wound with the washcloth, then wrapped her leg in a bandage. "Here," she said, handing over the ice.

"Thanks," sighed Flora, pressing it to the back of her calf.

Silence poured into the room. It seemed, in spite of their efforts, neither one of them could stave off the awkwardness. Deciding to dive in, Flora cleared her throat. "That's a gorgeous TV."

"Ah, thanks."

"How's the picture?"

"...It's great."

"Do you mind if I..."

Flora gestured toward the screen, trailing off.

Vi took her time answering. "...Sure," she finally whispered, clenching her fists. She slithered over to the TV, breathing a deep sigh, and flipped it back on.

"Tiffany... mmm..."

"Oh my," laughed Flora.

"How did that get on there," Violet mumbled, dripping with sarcasm.

Flora cleared her throat again. "So are you, uh..."

"Ohh! I'm almo-"

Violet shut it off, folding her arms. "...Yeah," she growled. "I'm gay. But I wasn't trying to do anything, alright? I just didn't want you to get infected."

"Actually-"

"I mean, people can be gay without wanting to jump their entire gender, okay?"

Flora couldn't help but chuckle. "I-"

"God, just once I'd like to come out to somebody on my own terms. This whole town found out one way or another, but I've never-"

"Listen... It's alright, really. I'm into girls too."

Violet's eyes went wide, and she pushed up her glasses. "You are?"

"You haven't heard about me?"

The shorter girl tussled her already wild hair. "Well, no," she stammered. "I've been sick for a few weeks. This morning was the first time all month I've felt good enough to leave the house."

Flora found it absolutely refreshing. There was, in fact, somebody in town not privy to all her sexual exploits!

"Well then," she purred, "I have to thank you for being so nice to me." She leaned in toward her host, wearing a face that screamed dirty thoughts.

"Whoa," gasped Violet, showing Flora her palms. "That's okay, really. I was just-"

"Come on," goaded Flora, sliding her top off. "I told you, it's okay."

Violet took a few steps backwards. "Please, stop. It's alright. I really didn't bring you here to... I just saw you got hurt and wanted to help. That's all. I mean you're attractive and all, but I don't automatically want to hump you just because you're a girl."

Her last words stung like a whip. Crushed, Flora pulled her shirt back down. "You really don't want-"

"No, not... no. We just met."

The thickest silence yet permeated the air. "I'm... I'm sorry," gasped Flora, blushing wildly. "I... made things really awkward..."

"It's okay, really. I mean, maybe someday. I just... hm."

Minutes passed, neither girl wanting to say anything. At last, Flora mumbled, "Can we just... watch TV?"

"Sure," coughed Violet, much quicker to answer this time. She switched the TV back on, turning the volume down to a more moderate level. The two women were fully clothed now, in a different location.

"How dare you!" spat the pink wolf, punctuation her sentiment with a slap.

Flora shuffled in her seat.

"What do you want to watch?"

Flora threw her head back and sighed. "I don't care."

"This isn't all about you, alright?" growled Tiffany, the white wolf. "God, sometimes you just make me so... so...."

They stared into each others' eyes for a moment, each of them looking like they wanted to murder the other, until they suddenly embraced, kissing deeply. Both girls fidgeted uncomfortably as Tiffany and her partner stripped each other nude on the screen. Silently, Violet sat down on the couch opposite Flora, giving her a wide berth.

"What's the name of this movie?" asked Flora.

"Prey," said Violet. "This next part's really, uh... Lemme find something else..."

"This is fine," exclaimed Flora, nearly dropping the bag of ice as she crossed her legs. As they both flailed to catch it, Violet's attempts brought her hand to Flora's thigh.

They each stared at the hand for a moment, glancing back and forth between it and the TV. On the screen, Tiffany slammed her partner into a wall, kissing her sloppily.

"Violet?"

"Yeah?"

Flora's words died in her throat. "... Are you sure you're not interested?"

"...No."

"No, you're not interested or no, you're not sure?"

They eyed each other as Vi's hand continued burning a hole in her thigh. Violet rolled her eyes and kissed Flora on the lips, exploring the depths of her mouth; to her surprise, Flora felt a round metal stud on her tongue.

Sadly, Violet broke away almost immediately. "Pleh," she coughed. "What is that?"

Flora scooted closer to her host, saddling up against her. "What?"

"That taste," she gagged, placing her hands on Flora's hips.

"I don't know. Is it cum?"

Violet wrinkled her face, looking disgusted. "From a guy?!"

"Yeah," whimpered Flora. "I-I'm sorry... Is it that bad?"

"Augh," hacked the girl. "It's fine... I just wish you would have told me you were bi in the first place."

The pink-haired girl, positively panicked, slid off her partner. "I'm so sorry," she cried. "Please don't let it ruin the moment. Just give me two seconds to use your bathroom and I'll fix everything."

Violet sighed, eying the TV. "It's upstairs," she huffed. "Come on."

As Flora followed her upstairs, hobbling along the banister, her suspicions were confirmed: Violet was pantsless beneath her long shirt, and her lacy black panties received more than a casual glance as she trotted up the stairs. The decor on the second floor was just as elegant as the first; set up like a guest room, it housed a fridge, a sink, a bed, and other essentials.

"I'm really sorry," said Flora. "I didn't even think about the fact that-"

"It's fine," Violet sighed, though her tone said otherwise. "It's not the first time it's happened."

"It's not?"

"I don't really wanna talk about it. Let's just say you'd be surprised how many bisexuals there are in this town."

The sink squeaked as it turned on. Making a cup out of her hands, the girl splashed water into her mouth and gargled. Beside her, her purple-haired partner took a large sip from a bottle of mouthwash, tucking it back into the cabinet as Flora reached for it.

"Actually, can I get some of that?" she asked.

In response, Violet planted a kiss on her, forcing a mouthful of mouthwash between her lips. Her eyes grew to dinner plates as tingling mint burned through her mouth. They played a sort of tennis match with the liquid, swishing it from one mouth to the other's and back again without spilling a drop. After about a minute of this, Violet broke away, gargling the rinse before she spit it down the drain.

"Alright," she announced, making her way toward the staircase. "Back to business.."

Flora stared after her until she disappeared from sight, still dazed. It wasn't until a black Skull Shirt came flying up the stairs that she was able to snap herself out of it. She took one step toward the stairway, when, thinking better of it, she yanked her shorts and panties down and splashed some water on her vulva, scrubbing it out haphazardly with her fingers. As the water shut off a second time, she raised one eyebrow and one side of her mouth in a wry grin. She turned the water on one last time and gave her anus the same treatment. Squeaky clean and now bottomless, she scurried downstairs.

When she rounded the corner at the end, she was distracted by the television for a moment, where she saw Tiffany receiving some vigorous cunnilingus. Her partner's hair was balled up in her fist.

She snapped her eyes back to Violet (who, natch, was not wearing a bra) as the bespectacled girl pulled a drawer from a dresser in the corner. As she approached, carrying the drawer across the room, her cross-shaped nipple piercings made their presence known. Flora licked her lips.

"Take your pick," rasped the girl, holding out the drawer. Inside was a rainbow of sex toys; dildos, vibrators and strap-ons in every size, shape, and color. "They're all clean. I’m kind of religious about it, actually."

Flora was floored. "Where'd you get all these?!"

"Various places. Anything that vibrates is from Pango." With a wry grin, she nodded in the direction of the massage chair. "Including that."

After some digging, the timid gal pulled out a monstrous, purple strap-on. Running her finger along its ridges, she whispered, "This one."

"Excellent choice," laughed Violet, digging around a bit herself. She located and pulled out a transparent double-ended dildo, a sleek black vibrator, and a white rabbit vibrator, setting all three of them on a stand next to the chair.

"You get to pick three?" joked Flora. "No fair!"

"Just making some suggestions. Take as many as you want."

She took the drawer and set it down on the table. "This is enough. Let's go."

They set to work; Violet strapped into the purple monster and kicked off her flip-flops, sitting down in the massage chair so that her new phallus shot straight up in the air. "Have a seat," she said, slapping her thigh.

Flora first went over to the TV, turning it up a few notches; she knew the over-the-top slurps and moans of Tiffany and company would only enhance the experience. "Good call," said Violet.

"Uh, yeah!" Tiffany seemed to agree.

Gingerly, Flora lowered herself onto the silicon shaft; she could feel each rib enter her slit and bit her lip as she began to bounce up and down on it.

Vi sunk her hands into the girl's hips. "You ready?"

"For what?"

With a click, the chair began vibrating, drowning out the TV somewhat with a soft whir.Flora cooed with delight as the chair sent faint vibrations through her body. "This is awesome!"

Violet laughed, beginning to mimic her rhythm. "Yeah? How about this?"

Another click sent the chair into a higher setting, and Flora began to melt in her host's lap. The chair, Violet, and the strap-on had all fused into one enormous vibrator, and it was working wonders. They leaned in to kiss each other, each tasting mint rinse on the other's breath. Vi took Flora's tongue between her lips and sucked on it. Flora's tongue drew circles around Vi's stud. As soon as one let up even slightly, the other would take the offensive; they alternated roles seamlessly, as if resuming their tennis match from earlier.

Though only Violet could see it, the women in the television were locked in a passionate 69. The pink wolf wrapped her arms around Tiffany's thighs, pulling her in tighter. Violet bit her lip and slid three of her fingers beneath her panties.

Flora found herself fascinated with Vi's piercings, and couldn't resist pinching and prodding the pair of small, perky breasts. She slipped two fingers behind the bars of the cross and gently pulled forward on it, drawing small moans out of Violet.

"Come on," she said, pulling Flora's top over her shoulders. "You don't get to play with mine when I haven't even seen yours yet."

She slipped her arms through Flora's armpits, hugging her, and the girl's bra came undone in record time. "Wow," gasped Flora, "Can you teach me how to do that? It always takes me like two minutes."

"Sure," said Vi. "No idea how to fasten a bra, but I can take one off blindfolded."

Flora laughed. "That's not an exaggeration," Violet purred. "Ask Mabel."

Ooh, she thought, I'll have to remember that for tomorrow...

"Awesome boobs, by the way. C's?"

"34C," said Flora, beaming. "I like yours too."

"Pfff. My what?"

"I'm serious! What are you, a B?"

"Dunno. Never got sized. I'd be shocked if I was anything but A, though."

"You never wore a bra your whole life?!"

Violet shook her head. "Don't even own one."

"So anytime I'll ever see you, you'll be bra-less?"

"I guess?"

"Oh man," laughed Flora, pinching the piercings again. "That is the hottest thing ever."

In retaliation, the purple-haired girl reached over the arm of the chair and picked up the black vibrator. Flora watched with rapt attention as it began whirring, curious where it would go. With a devious grin, she pressed it's tip against Flora's clitoris, eliciting a single yelp. A mere few seconds of this treatment was too much, and a silent, shuddering orgasm struck her.

"Wow," she whispered, resting her head on Vi's shoulder.

"Get up for a second."

Flora pushed off of Violet's stomach and complied, though her legs buckled beneath her a bit when she stood up. Vi followed suit, adjusting the harness. "Here," she said, handing her partner the jack rabbit.

"Ooh," squealed Flora, examining it. "Can I..."

"Go for it," said Violet, crossing the room to the dresser. "Gimme ooone sec."

As the host made her way across the house, Flora was hypnotized by the sway of the monster between her legs. Each step she took sent it bouncing up, down, left and right, so that it made a sort of figure eight as she walked. When she bent over to reach the bottom drawer, Flora nearly lost it; the sight of a fat phallus hanging between toned, female thighs awakened a twisted new fetish in her that she could have never imagined.

She plopped down in the massage chair, propping her legs open on its arms. The white rabbit came to life with a whir, and, gingerly, she slid it inside herself.

"Oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-ooh," she cooed, her voice broken up by the vibration of the chair. She forced it in deeper until the "ears" of the rabbit touched her clitoris. "Aa-aa-aah!!"

Violet shook her head and laughed as she returned, carrying a small jar and a washcloth. "I'm gonna have to ask you to get out of the chair."

"Aw-ww-ww-ww..."

Flora stood up, keeping the vibrator pressed against her. "Turn around," said Violet, screwing open the jar.

"What's that?"

"Lube." She dipped two of her fingers into it, gathering a dollop. "Bend over."

A giddy Flora obeyed the command and splayed herself out on the chair. A shrill shriek escaped her as she felt two cold fingers enter her backside; they spread the goop along its walls and around its opening. "Eee-ee-ee-ee! That ti-i-ickle-s-s-s!"

Vi laughed, wiping her hands on the washcloth. She dropped it on the table and picked up the black vibrator. In an impressive sleight of hand, she managed to tuck it under the harness and into her slit without disturbing the strap-on. She gave the end of it a twist and a muffled buzz could be heard.

"You ready?"

Flora, still working the white rabbit in and out of herself, gave an emphatic "Yeah!"

The purple monster entered her in short bursts, stopping at every rib, though not without eliciting a pained grunt or two. It felt even thicker than Dizzy's equipment, and that was saying something. When it filled her completely, she couldn't stop herself from drooling on the chair.

It was euphoric; the still-running massage chair shook her breasts, the white rabbit filled her cunny and buzzed on her clitoris, and Violet's extra appendage plunged in and out of her backdoor. "Uh-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h," she moaned, resting her cheek on the vibrating cushion.

Each time the dildo left it, it had an easier time re-entering. Vi's powerful thrusts began forcing Flora's soft face into the seat, and already she felt herself nearing climax again. "Vi-i-ole-et," she said, "Do-on't sto-o-op!"

The only form of response Flora received as a swift spank on the hip. "Ah!" she moaned. "Aga-ain!"

Soon, the repeating slap of skin and squish of the lube alongside Flora's moans began to drown out the slaps, moans, and squishes coming from the TV. "Oh-h-h-h Go-d-d," she moaned, melting into a puddle of climax. "I'm go-nna come an-y se-cond..."

Vi's fingers sank into Flora's soft backside. "So come,” she said, not letting up in the slightest.

“I do-on’t wa-anna get it o-on yo-o-our cha-air...”

A booming laugh escaped Violet. “Oh please... that chair has been through a million times worse... go right ahead.”

Flora’s shuddering squeal filled the room, and her release seemed to explode out of her, squirting all along the front of the chair and the rug.

“Whoa,” Violet marveled, withdrawing the purple monster. Flora let out a grunt as each rib left her, and as the final rib slipped out, an aftershock hit her and she exploded with even more orgasm.

The host crouched down to inspect the substance, laughing to herself. “It got everywhere!”

“Sorry,” said Flora, falling to the floor. Her breath was fast and heavy, and she couldn’t seem to catch it.

“There aren’t many girls in this town that can squirt,” said Violet. “We are gonna have some fun
with that, lemme tell you.”

Still laying on the floor, Flora turned off the rabbit and slid it out of her. “Did you... come yet?” she asked.

“No.”

“Lemme do something for you.”

With a nod, Violet undid the harness, swapping the strap-on and vibrator for the double-ended. In her mind's eye, Flora saw a clean-shaven slit with a pierced hood; as the lacy black panties made their way south, she proved wrong on both counts. What surprised her the most, however, was that Vi’s wild purple mop of hair was, in fact, not a dye-job. A long silence hung in the air, and even as the host picked up the white jackrabbit and licked it clean of Flora’s juices, her audience had barely noticed; she was too busy staring at Violet’s violet bush.

Several responses formed in her head. Thinking them all tremendously rude, she decided not to speak any of them. Unfortunately, her silence spoke for her.

Violet furrowed her brow. "What?"

Blood rushed to Flora's cheeks. "I... I'm sorry, it's just..."

"Augh." Vi pushed up her glass and folded her arms. "Don't even tell me you're not into bush."

"No, I just... can't believe that's your natural color!"

As Violet glanced down, as if to make sure it was still there, blood rushed to her cheeks. "Oh," she stammered. "Uh, yeah. Sorry, I thought you..."

"No no, I... I have no problem with it. I mean, all the other women in town are covered in fur!"

They shared a laugh.

"You know, I never thought of that. What a hypocrite!"

Flora's eyebrows contorted. "Huh?"

"Sorry, it's just, my girlfriend hates it, and she's-"

Her eyes went wide and an audible gasp escaped her. "You have a girlfriend?! Why didn't you tell me?!"

"Oh," stammered Violet, blushing. "It's okay, we have an open relationship."

Still a touch panicky, Flora put her hand on the girl's shoulder. "Are you sure? I would hate to-"

"No, I swear, it's cool. We're not even really dating, we're more like fu... friends with benefits."

Even as she breathed a sigh of relief, the plucky girl couldn't help but giggle. "You were about to say 'Fuck buddies.'"

"Yeah," said Vi, laughing herself. "She hates it when I say that."

"Sounds like she hates a lot of things."

"Yeah..."

"She really hates your bush?"

"Augh, yes! It sucks. She refuses to go down on me unless I shave, so I usually do. But I've been sick."

Flora gasped with mock disgust. "Don't shave it! It's amazing!”

"Oh, come on."

"I'm serious! It's so... exotic!"

“Exotic? You... you really like it."

"Yes!" said Flora. "Really! Don't shave it!"

Violet blushed. "Thanks,” she said. “You’re sweet. But if I don't shave it, I have to find somebody else to go down on me."

The pink-haired girl put on a toothy grin and pointed to herself with both of her thumbs. Vi laughed.

"I don't know, Flora."

"Come on," she pleaded. "I'll be your fuck buddy, too!"

"I dunno."

“What do you mean, you don’t know? You said we were gonna have some fun with-with my squirting... thing!”

“I meant today! I wasn’t planning turn this into a regular thing, I-”

"How often does your other fuck buddy go down on you?"

"Flora," Vi said sternly.

"How often?"

"I don't know, okay? Once a week or something. What-"

"Once a day!"

Violet let out a single, flabbergasted laugh. "What?"

"That's my offer," said Flora, placing her hands on her hips. "I'll go down on you once a day if you stop shaving."

Pushing up her glasses, Vi opened her mouth to speak, but only managed another single laugh. She shook her head and tried again. "Once a day? Flora, that's crazy."

"Yeah, exactly! You're not gonna get that kind of offer from your girlfriend, are ya?"

"I'm not gonna get that kind of offer from anybody! Because it's ridiculous!"

Flora, grinning like an idiot, nodded enthusiastically.

"...You're serious about this."

"Dead fucking serious," said Flora, putting on a deep voice that was more hilarious than intimidating.

Violet stopped to consider, staring at her toes. When she finally did look back at Flora, she shrugged and asked, "Can I get it in writing?"

Minutes later, Flora knelt on the carpet against the coffee table, scribbling on a piece of paper. "I, Flora, the undersigned," she narrated, "agree to perform... how do you spell cunnilingus?"

"C-u-n-n... just write 'go down on,’ this doesn’t have to be a big formal thing.”

Flora crossed out the word 'perform' and continued narrating. "Agree to totally go down on Violet, the undersigned... until orgasm, at least once a day..."

Violet interrupted. "Ha! At least? You're gonna get sick of me as it is!"

Ignoring her, Flora continued. "...for the foreseeable future. Contract shall be rendered null and void... if Violet should shave her snatch at any point."

"Snatch? Really?"

"Sorry," laughed Flora. She crossed the word out and wrote "pussy" above it, surrounded by two hearts. "Is that better?"

"Well now it's kinda gay," Violet joked, laughing as well.

Drawing two lines at the bottom, she signed her name on one of them and handed the paper off to Vi, who took a moment to peruse it.

"What's in it for you?"

Flora tilted her head and thought for a second. A perfectly honest answer would have been “Practice,” but she feared admitting that would scare Violet off. "Nothing, I guess," she said instead.

"Well, that's not fair. You should get something out of this too."

"I get to see your awesome, exotic pubes in their full glory!"

"I mean something tangible."

"You wanna go down on me once a day?"

"...Not really. I can't even believe you're offering to."

"I didn't think so," said Flora. "Look, I'm not asking for anything in return, it's fine. Just sign it!"

"I just think maybe we should put some kind of clause in here, like... like, how about unlimited access to my toy drawer?"

"Alright," said Flora, grabbing the paper back. "In return," she wrote. "Flora receives unlimited access to Violet's toy drawer."

"See, but that's still not quite fair..."

"Oh, would you just sign it?"

"How about access to my porn collection, too?"

"Oh my God, yes," said Flora, quickly adding "and porn collection" to the contract. "That's even better. Prey is coming home with me tonight." Note to self, she thought. Buy a TV. She forced the paper back into Violet's hands. "There," she said. "Now will you sign it?"

The purple-haired girl took another moment to look it over before shrugging and signing her name as well.

"Then allow me to make it official," said Flora, tackling her to the carpet.

Vi only had time to make one "Oof!" before she found Flora's face pressed into her carpet.

"Now?!" she laughed, spreading her legs. "What about-"

"Shh."

Flora lapped enthusiastically, doing her best to remember what she had done with Dotty that had been such a hit. To her mild surprise, eating bush was a different experience altogether. Dotty’s fur had been uniformly soft and pleasant, but Vi’s budding garden was coarse and scraggly. She didn’t mind it toomuch (and, in fact, found the scent rather intoxicating), but she could see how someone would insist on keeping it trimmed. After a few minutes of her haphazard slobbering, Violet spoke up.

“Flora... have you done this before?”

Shit, she thought. I’ve been found out! “Yes,” she said, annoyed. “...Twice...”

“Only twice?!”

“Yeah, but Dotty went apeshit! She came, like, immediately! I... I thought I was a natural or something.”

“Jesus, Flora, nobody’s a natural at this, it takes practice! You should have just told me you needed practice. I can teach you!”

“So the contract is still on?”

Violet beat her chest with her fist. “You’re damn right it’s on! And the sooner I make you into a master, the happier I’ll be.”

“Thanks, Vi,” gushed Flora, hugging the girl’s waist.

Taken slightly aback by the nickname, Violet patted her on the head and said, “Sure thing... Flo.” They shared a giggle.

Over the course of the next hour, Flora followed Vi’s coaching closely. It was quite the learning experience; she went fast, slow, deep, hard, soft, vertically, horizontally, diagonally, inside, outside, on the clit, off the clit, around, in circles, in letters, humming, singing, moaning, slurping, kissing, licking, sucking, fingering, and everything in between. At around the hour mark, Prey had long since ended and the menu was looping infinitely; that was when Violet finally came, and hard.

“Whew,” she said, removing her fogged-up glasses. “You’re getting this.”

“Keep going?” said Flora, rubbing her neck.

“Nah, we’ll pick it up again tomorrow. You’ve fulfilled your obligation today.”

“We still haven’t tried out that double-ended dildo.”

“Oh my God, are you serious? Flora, we’ve been at it all afternoon!”

“All right,” sighed Flora, laying down on the carpet. “You’re right.”

Violet exhaled another, “Whew,” still catching her breath. “It’s just so weird, you know? I never do this.”

“Do what?”

“I never just jump into bed with somebody like that.”

“Well, how many girls in this town have you slept with?”

“Well... a lot.”

Flora laughed.

“But never on the day we met, you know? I mean, I’ve lived here for a long time. I’ve had time to get to know everybody. I guess I was just reeeally horny today.”

“Well it works out,” said Flora.

“What?”

“I’m reeeally horny every day. So I’m glad we happened to cross paths on today of all days.”

They shared a laugh. For a while, they laid next to each other on the carpet. Violet finally broke the silence with a thank you.

Flora turned to look at her “For what?”

“Just... this. I think I needed this.”

“What’s ‘this?’”

“Just, I dunno... casual sex. I’ve been so uptight about who and where and when, I just... I think I’d be happier if I was more like you.”

“Ha! That’s a dangerous game, Vi.”

“I’m not gonna go crazy... I’m not gonna start sleeping with guys or anything, I’m just saying, there are girls right here in town who I’ve wanted to have fun with, but I’ve been too afraid that they’re straight, or that my girlfriend wouldn’t approve. Maybe I should just go for it, you know? Worst-case scenario, they say no. Best-case scenario, I get to sign a contract for daily cunnilingus.”

Flora laughed and planted a kiss on Violet’s cheek. “Who are you afraid to ask out?”

“Pelly. ...And Phyllis, too, to be honest.”

“I haven’t met them yet.”

“They work at the Post Office. Pelly works days, Phyllis works nights. Phyllis is kind of a bitch, but I would still totally do her. She’d probably be kinkier, too.”

“I say go for it. Like you said, there’s a lot of bisexuals in this town. You never know!”

“Is there anybody you’ve been afraid to ask?”

“Huh?”

“Is there anybody in town that you’ve chickened out on?”

“You know,” Flora whispered, “There is.”

“Well, who is it?”

“Sable.”

“Oh, that’s an easy one! She’s gay!”

Flora’s eyes swelled to balloons. “Really?!”

Violet nodded, grinning ear-to-ear. “Yeah! She’s a piece of cake. Go for it!”

“I dunno... I keep trying to chat her up but she never seems happy to see me, and she never wants to talk to me.”

“She doesn’t like strangers. Just go in there every day and say hi and support the store, and once she learns your name, she’ll start hitting on you.”

“You’re kidding me! I’m gonna have to try that...”

Violet stood up and collected her discarded silk panties and flip flops, slipping them on as Flora watched. “Sable’s really good,” she said, sitting down on the couch.

“You know,” said Flora, “I guess it’s kinda gross thinking about it now, but... I was kinda hoping to spin it into a threesome with Mabel.”

“Oh, that’s a lot of fun, too.”

“Get out of here,” she scoffed.

“I’m serious! Just get to know Sable like I said. You can make it happen.”

“But they’re sisters!”

“I don’t know what to tell you,” Vi laughed. “They’re up for it.”

There was a long, awkward silence. Flora, still lying on the carpet, put her hands behind her head and crossed her legs. “That’s awesome,” she whispered.

Soon, Flora collected her things, as well as DVDs of Prey and Prey 2, the fabled double-ended dildo, and the white rabbit vibrator, and waved her goodbyes to Violet, who was still topless as she made her exit. She breathed in a burst of fresh air and made her way home, albeit with a slight limp. Nap time, she thought, pushing open the door. She threw her shovel on the floor in the corner and set the DVDs and sex toys on the cardboard box. “Alright,” she announced, to nobody in particular. “My first piece of furniture.”

She dropped the small, green leaf, and it slowly wafted to the floor. When it landed, it transformed into the Regal Sofa in a puff of smoke. She hopped onto it, bouncing a few times before settling into its cushions. She let out a contented moan, crossed her legs and put her hands behind her back.

She reached over to the box, picking up the two DVD cases. Skimming over the backs of them, she began to read aloud, “Tiffany, an uptight lawyer... lawyer? Huh. ...From upstate, has been having trouble with her cases and with her love life. Ha!” She switched the cases around, not even caring to read the rest. “Prey 2,” she read, “Tiffany and Rachel get married and move to Florida, where... awwwwwn... they meet... whatever.”

She tossed the cases back onto the box; one of them continued and slid off onto the floor with a clunk. Flora didn’t seem to mind, however, and instead of picking it up, found herself drifting off to sleep.