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[b][center]Nekkid Time[/center][/b]

“By the way, what are your plans? …You're welcome to spend some quality time at my place. Nekkid time…"

Ebni was shocked at Whitney. He glanced around to see if any of the other Villagers overheard. The nearest other one was Bam who was busy naruto-running around the plaza. Jingle was pacing about with his sack over his shoulder. It was surprising he didn't move on despite Ebni having delivered all of the island presents earlier. But he was distant enough. “Do you mean that? The catch-phrase bit of that? I know I just told you that as a lark, well, technically I gave it to Bam who you learned it from…,"

“I understand the meaning of 'nekkid time,' darling." She laughed. “Though I don't know why that is the bit that you're hung up on. It's not like my usual outfit leaves much to the imagination." She lifted the hem of her blue dress just slightly to show him her bare pussy. He blushed red. “It's mostly just you humans who are shy about showing your genitals in public," she smirked.

“I know, I just, uh, usually don't notice."

The white wolf chuckled. “Well, my offer for spending the evening with me still stands. Clothing may or may not be worn depending on your level of comfort. Also if you opt for the latter it need not necessarily be in a sexual context." She paused and gave a sly smile. “Necessarily," she emphasized.

Ebni blushed even more red. He'd already done Santa's job on the island earlier. Were Jingle to spot him now he'd likely get roped in to doing Rudolf's job as well.

“I, uh, would like to accept your offer."

She stuck out her elbow. “Then shall we retire to my place?"

He hooked his arm around hers. “We shall."

**

“Do make yourself comfortable," Whitney said. Ebni sat down on her purple rose bed. A fireplace crackled before him. “K.K. Soul" played from the stereo. “I hope you don't mind me doing the same."

She pulled off the santa hat she wore, then looked to the floor alongside the bed. “It occurs to me I have the mini rc circuit you brought on behalf of Santa. We could play a few rounds wagering items of clothing." She looked to the man with a wry smile. “Though again you have a considerable advantage to me in that regard." Whitney again drawing attention to the fact that Ebni wore considerably more clothing than her.

He decided to help even things out. Removing his hat and then his glasses. And then his shoes and socks. And then his shirt.

Whitney went shocked. “You wear another shirt under that shirt?"

“Yes?" he said sheepishly.

“Humans certainly are-," the wolf chose her next word, “interesting. You're like a living matryoshka doll."

He pulled off his shorts as well. “That should even things out," he said.

“I'll take your word for it," she glanced down at the mini racetrack again. “Though as I think about it such games really are crass and excessive." She tossed her hat aside. “It's best to keep things simple and to the point." She pulled her shirt off over her head. The white wolf stood in her naked glory.

Ebni felt himself swelling beneath his underwear. He blushed and grew nervous never knowing to what degree sexual attraction should be shown even in such blatantly sexual circumstances eluded him.

But he did not have to worry. The wolf bent over the bed and brushed the back of her paw over the bulge in his pants. He shivered as he hardened to full firmness. She pulled the band of his underwear over the tip of his cock.

“Well, looks like I found the bottom layer," Whitney quipped. “Unless it turns out this is a false penis you wear over your real one."

He blushed and chuckled. “No, that's the end of it."

“Good to know." She eyed his pink length and licked her lips. He gave a nervous and eager grin.

She let go of him and took a step back. “Though I wonder," she began. Ebni took advantage of the situation to pull his undershirt over his head and toss it aside. “If seeing a naked white dog gives you this reaction," she turned about and hoisted her tail to give him a nice view of her rump. His mouth dropped open like a cartoon character for a moment before his self consciousness got the better of him. “How do you deal when K.K. comes around wearing nothing but a guitar? Or are you one of those straights I've heard tell of."

He chuckled. “I usually don't think about it. I get use to it you know. Though sometimes I'll be coming out of Resident Services on a Saturday and notice his bare back sitting on that stool and have to go grab my rod and catch fish to distract myself." He laughed.

“Grab your rod? Is catching fish the new euphemism for that?"

Ebni blushed such that passers-by might think a rave was going on in Whitney's house. “Grab my net and catch bugs!" he quickly changed his choice of asexual activity. Though of course the damage had been done. They both laughed.

“Of course I do not blame you in the least. He has a very nice rump." She dropped down onto the bed next to him and put an arm about him. “You're adorable darling but if he came about wanting some alone time with yours truly I'd have to toss you out in the night."

He laughed, “Fair enough."

“I doubt you have to worry about that but a woman can dream," she stood up. “I've forgotten my manners. Would you care for something to drink?"

“Sure," he said.

“I'll get that from the kitchen and be right back."

Ebni lay down on the bed. Then he realized he could take this break to remove his undershorts and be completely in the nude. Of course he did so. His member had lost some of its rigidity but a few gentle strokes restored it to its proudly straining full length. He spared a bit of time to fondle his balls lightly as well. Then a thought interrupted his play.

What kitchen? None of the other villagers ever expanded their house. He glanced around. There was only the one door to the outside. This was like when they tried to sell him something they claimed to have found in their attic or basement. Or when Isabelle said about gardening in her yard. Where? How? Was this whole place some kind of fever dream?

“I'm back." His head snapped to the white wolf standing alongside him. He shoved those thoughts down. When alone with a horny naked wolf lady was no time for existential dread. “I hope you like grape juice. Grape juice of dubious quality, even."

“Dubious quality grape juice?" He looked to her pouring from a bottle into a pair of long stem glasses.

“I believe they just leave this to sit for some time in wooden barrels. Can you imagine?" she winked at him. “And the amount of bells they charge! Of course I keep buying it so it's not like they can be blamed."

They laughed. She handed him a glass of the, uh, grape juice. “To nudity," she said.

“To nudity," he clinked his glass on hers and they drank. She sat back down alongside him.

“Meeting your high standards, I trust?"

“It is very good. Though I admit I'm not much of an old grape juice guy. More of a old juniper berry juice guy. Juniper berry juice that's been boiled. Or a wheat-grain juice guy that's also been boiled. After it has, uh, sat for a while and, uh, needing to avoid using the 'f' word is getting tricky."

“Fuck?" she asked.

Ebni laughed, “Fermented."

“Ah, yes," she laughed as well.

“I like gin and beer and whisky," he stated.

“I hear tell Isabelle has quite the fondness for that last spirit."

“Indeed. I've never talked with her much about it."

“You should sometime. It's not like she does much else. I assume she's only here as Nook's bit of rough. I can't imagine why else he would have someone on the payroll whose primary function is to tell us about her horoscopes and personal t.v. habits. While his kids are living in a separate building no less."

“Hah, yeah. Well, I don't like to gossip," Ebni said.

“Wow, we really don't have much in common. Do we?" She smirked at him. “You're always running about with some tool in hand. There are a thousand indecencies I would subject myself to before manual labor. I wear barely anything at all, you wear eight layers of clothing in the summer, apparently," she laughed. “Though at least it seems that this less dressy state of being is growing on you." She ran a finger along his belly down to his cock and gave it a small flick. He shivered in delight. “Though I realize I gave you quite the eyeful before. It would be nice if you returned the favor."

He blushed and set the glass of wine aside. He stood and slowly spun around for her. “Nice," she said. He gave his bits a couple rubs. Turned and gave his rump a nice slap. All while beaming red.

“You need to have more confidence in yourself, darling." She patted the bed to indicate he could sit down now. He did so. “You are definitely easy on the eyes."

“Thanks." He rubbed his head. “Guess I don't think of my furless pink body as very attractive."

“Nonsense. In that respect you sort of remind me of a lovely sphynx cat I slept with once. Of course that is physical attractiveness only. In other respects you two are complete opposites. Namely you're a sweetheart and she was, if you'll excuse the expression, a complete piece of shit." Whitney sipped her wine. Ebni chuckled.

“I would not have screwed around with her but she was, as mentioned, quite attractive. Also I was young and needed the money. Well, I didn't really need the money. My career of the time paid well enough to live on. But it wasn't enough to cover the designer handbags I had my eye on."

Ebni had a thought. “You're not still doing that, though, right?"

“Would there be something wrong with it if I was?"

“No, I have no issues with sex work in the least. I just want to know if you've been taking lessons from Nook and intend to spring a bill on me at the end of the night."

She laughed. “No, indeed not. I strive to be more ethical than that and upfront about my intent to charge."

The laughter subsided into silence. They wiped the tears from their cheeks. “So, would you like to watch something on the television?" Whitney asked. She pulled a remote from somewhere and flicked on the large screen led set above her fireplace. “I get about fifty different shopping channels, twenty-seven true crime channels, and access to quite a fair amount of adult material. Take your pick."

Ebni glowing red once again.

“I'll take that as a vote for the porn. It is a good choice as I feel it offers a way to lead in to other activities. Or it can be the full of the activity itself. It's a slower pace, I mean." She looked to him with a smirk. “It also lets me learn what you're into by asking the next question. What sorts of thing do you want to watch?"

Ebni tried to think of a way out but the wolf's gaze made it clear he was her prey now, and their would be no escape.

“Anal. Butt stuff. I'm a complete sucker for it. Clean only, though."

“Ah, an excellent choice. And species?"

“Cats, mostly. Dogs too," he quickly added.

“I'd gathered that much," she laughed.

“Most carnivores. Not much into bears though. Some mice and squirrels…,"

“Okay, I think that is enough to get us started," she laughed again. A few clicks of the remote to navigate the menus and she had playing an on-demand flick promising lots of carnivore on carnivore butt sex.

It opened with a cheetah guy answering the door for a red fox sandwich delivery lady.

“Shall I skip ahead to the part where things begin entering her backside?"

“Please. Otherwise I'm going to get distracted thinking about how she needs to get back to work because other people are waiting on their sandwiches."

Whitney chuckled as she sped through the film to when there was a bare red fox rump on display. The cheetah boy rubbed his fingers over her arsehole, teasing it before pushing his fingers in. She reached a hand up to rub her pussy as he did so.

Ebni's hand was gripping his cock and pounding hard. “That really gets you going, huh?" she asked.

He blushed and stopped stroking so hard. He didn't let go, though. “Yeah."

Her eyes were fixed to his cock rather than the screen. And her hand was between her legs.

“I hope he licks her," Ebni gasped. Eyes back on the film.

“My, you are quite the kinky one," Whitney said.

Ebni blushed but he was too distracted to worry too much about it. None of that behavior took place, though. The cheetah moving straight to mounting the lady and pressing his cock into her vulpine ass. She moaned her pleasure and pressed her fingers into her pussy further. Ebni spared a few seconds to focus on the cheetah's fluffy balls. He wished he could get a chance to fuck that cute spotty rump as well. But his eyes moved back to focus on his dick going in and out of that foxy tailhole.

“My real favorite part," he gasped. “Is watching cum drip out of the ass after. Oh," cum spurted from his cock over his bare chest.

The wolf let out a low howl as she watched him, shoving her fingers deep in herself and cumming herself.

She panted. “Very nice." She ran a finger along his cum soaked belly. She licked it. “Also very nice."

He blushed.

“And do not be upset with cumming so soon, as I know that's playing on your mind. I'm not surprised given how I worked you up. Besides, you see how well I enjoyed the show."

“Yes," he chuckled.

Her eyes looked back to the film. “By the way, I am generally fine with anal. I had a rather negative pegging experience with a certain aforementioned feline. But in spite of that I still enjoy the act when my partner is conscientious. And you are sweet enough I more than trust you.

“That said, though, you may be waiting a while. I require copious amounts of lubricant and am currently out. Compounding the problem is that our primary source of supplies here involves ordering through two young children."

“Yeah, that complicates things."

“So until I secure a supply route for such things my butt will remain unfucked."

“I'm sure I could look into that as well."

“You're free to try. That being said, while I know your DIY skills are legendary I'm not using something you made out of fish slime and wasp nests or whatever."

“Ooh," Ebni had a thought.

“I said I'm not using that. I'll stick with chemicals from laboratories made by people who've spent their lives studying what is safe for bodily insertion."

Ebni laughed. “Understood."

“Good, more wine?"

“Ummmmm, the w-word," Ebni laughed.

She poured him another glass. “I thought we were done with that game."

“I know, just came to mind."

They giggled.

“Well, looks like they're moving back to plot again. I'll skip ahead to more sex."

“Please do," Ebni added.