FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

I expect that this will need no real introduction - either you will be eminently familiar with Animal Crossing already, or you won't have any idea who these characters are and a half-assed intro won't help explain it anyway. This story is based off of New Leaf, which is the current hot topic of AC games. I may or may not make it into a series depending on the responses this one gets.

P.S. Like my last story, this one gets heavy and fairly rapey after about the halfway mark. You've been warned. P.P.S. Comments and ratings are really appreciated, else I can never improve my work!

• Moonrock

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"Oh! Excuse me! I have a quick question for you!"

I sighed and looked away from the window, meeting the inquisitive gaze of a very wide-eyed blue cat. For a moment I toyed with the thought of just lifting up my newspaper in front of my face and pretending he didn't exist, but something about the fact that he was standing in the middle of the aisle on a moving train told me that he wasn't one the type who would be that easily dismissed. He continued before I could respond: "It's now 11:30AM on July the 1st 20XX, right?" I narrowed my eyes at him in what I hoped was a menacing look instead of just a tired one. "Do I look like a fucking clock to you?" He didn't even skip a beat at my hostility. "Well this watch of mine gets thrown off really easily sometimes!" I decided it was worth it to try the newspaper trick anyway.

"If you're hitting on me, I don't swing that way. Now if you don't mind, I'm going to get back to my reading..." I lifted the paper and started browsing the sports section. Not that I had any interest in sports, I merely wanted to rid myself of this new hanger-on. I was really trying hard not to draw attention to myself, and this guy was throwing a red-eyed, furry blue wrench into the works. As I had expected, my "plan" worked for about 10 seconds. "I'm just going to plop down in the seat across from you." "..." Just keep reading, Jim. Don't let him get to you. "...if you don't mind of course!" This fucker... I continued to read, trying desperately to ignore his insistent voice.

So, Spratholm scored another home run to clinch victory for the Metal Ducks against the Habañeros... I heard the 'plumf' of the chair cushion across from me as the cat fulfilled his own prophecy and sat down in it. No! Focus! He's trying to distract you! 'Hercules' Johnson retired today from his basketball career after- "By the way, you... Oh! Can I ask your name?" "Nope." "Oh, Nope? Well, that's a fantastically great name!" I glanced up from my paper, eyebrow raised. Was this guy taking the piss or did he completely not understand sarcasm? He grinned at me, all innocent-like. Ok, just an idiot then. Ah crap, I just validated his existence. "Yeah! You seem like a pretty cool guy to me!" Definitely an idiot.

After a moment of me not responding and just staring at him with the most withering/deranged train-riding murderer look I could muster, he continued. "So, Nope, tell me. Where are you headed today?" "Noneofyourbusinessville." He looked confused. "I don't see that on the map. Here, can you point it out to me?" Out of nowhere, he unfolded a huge-ass map of the entire train line with all of the different stations labelled on it. He held it up and looked at me expectantly. I sighed. It would probably be easier to answer his questions than to ignore him at this rate. Normally I'd just punch that smug grin of his until it went away, but I needed to keep a low profile and all that. I eyed the map, searching for what I knew was the most desolate-sounding location around. "See that town there?" He looked down. "Wow that's right at the end of the line and so far away from the rest of civilization! Why are you going all the way out there?" Because I don't have much of a choice. Also, we're almost there already. What have YOU been smoking for the last 6 hours? "To turn over a new leaf. Get a fresh start. Go forth to new beginnings etc." His eyes and grin widened even further, if that were possible. For a second I swear I saw a calculating glint in his eye before it returned to the same old vacant expression as before. "That sounds like tons of fun! Have you seen your new house yet?" "You sure ask a lot of creepy questions." "I'm just so excited! So have you?" "No. I'm going to buy a house when I arrive. Now leave me alone." This did not faze him at all. In fact, he looked even more pleased for some reason. "Oh, ok. I hope you find an awesome little house and have tons of fun in your happy, new town!" Just when I'd thought he couldn't get any creepier. Thankfully, after that comment he seemed content to just sit there and study me unnervingly while I nervously tried to continue reading the sporting section.

"Oh and by the way..." My third sigh of the last 5 minutes. "What?" "It's called 'Endsville', not 'Noneofyourbusinessville'. I can see how you might be confused since both names end in 'ville'! Haha..." "Seriously? I am going to-" The train's happy chime suddenly sounded, cutting me off. The conductor's voice droned out over the PA system. "We are arriving in Endsville. This is the end of the line, please collect your belongings and exit the train in an orderly fashion. This train will depart back towards Central a mere 30 seconds after arrival, so be quick! The next train to or from this station will arrive in one month's time." I glared at the cat and folded my newspaper, leaving it on the seat. Now wasn't the time to start a fight, no matter how much I wanted to wring his mangy little neck. I needed to focus on getting into this new shithole dead-end town and finding me a new shitty unpleasant job and lay low. Hopefully something with wages high enough that I could somehow afford a house AND drink my troubles away every night. An idyllic lifestyle if there ever was one.

I grabbed my sole bag, which contained my only remaining worldly possessions: clothes and alcohol. Mentally preparing myself, I walked over to stand by the door and wait for the train's arrival. To my relief, the cat seemed to suddenly lose interest in me, retreating to the back of the train carriage and sitting almost dejectedly in his seat. He looked to have made some kind of life-changing decision and was now reflecting silently on it until we reached the station at the very least. Good. I wished he'd done that sooner.

I glanced over at my newspaper, the last remnant of my old life that I was about to leave behind forever. "Bloodbats Leader Deposed, presumed dead!" read the front page title, reminding me of the gang-war-torn streets of my hometown. Well. No gang wars in this town at least.

The train slowed and I peered out of the doors as it came to a halt in the town that I would probably live the rest of my miserable life in.Endsville. How appropriate. Despite my misgivings though, the location actually seemed surprisingly decent. I had originally been expecting some backwoods trailer park in the middle of a swamp, but it seemed closer to an exclusive beach resort than that. I could see lots of lush grass, a few respectable houses, plenty of fruit trees, and in the distance an unusually clean-looking beach. Everything seemed like a prime location for rich people and their mansions, yet not a single mansion was to be seen. Had I finally somehow lucked out?

The doors slid open with a whoosh. In front of me, gathered on the platform, was a small group of animals, clearly the town's inhabitants. I had a moment to briefly wonder what they were doing there and just who they were here to see (since that cat and I had been the only ones on board the carriage), when suddenly a voice whispered in my ear, making me jump. "Good luck!" hissed the blue cat in what was by far his creepiest performance yet, then suddenly he shoved me forwards and onto the platform. I tripped, sprawling on my hands and knees and scuffing my jeans. My suitcase split open, throwing clothing and half-empty bottles of liquor in disarray over the platform. What a great start. Mugged by a pervert in front of a group of his friends. Too bad for him he's underestimated me...

I spun my leg around in a sweeping motion to trip anyone behind me and jumped to my feet, fists raised, only to see the doors close firmly and watch the cheshire grin of the mad cat fade quickly away into the distance as the train departed the station. Meanwhile, the locals were overcoming their shock and trying to gather up my clothes for me. Did he seriously just ditch his friends merely so he could play a messed-up prank on me? That guy is fucked in the head. Muttering my thanks, I quickly brushed off my jeans, gathered my meagre possessions and stuffed them back into the suitcase, preparing to leave before things could get any more awkward. But the semicircle of folks around me had other ideas.

A yellow-furred dog girl wearing business attire suddenly spoke up. "OK Everyone! Here we go! Ready? And... From those of us in Endsville..." "WELCOME!" shouted the entire menagerie at once, clearly having rehearsed for just this occasion. Seeing their expectant faces, and with my train encounter still fresh in my mind, I couldn't help but feel that my day was only going to get more and more fucked up from that point on.

"Mayor! We're so happy that you're finally here!" ....Mayor? I scrutinised the dog girl a little more closely. She wore a green plaid blouse with a white business shirt underneath. In place of a tie was a cute red ribbon, and she had a simple short skirt with no leggings on. Her hair was tied up in a bun by a red ribbon, all business-like. She seemed to jingle whenever she took a step. The others were all in various states of undress - most opting to not wear pants but quite happy to be wearing a shirt. I guess you can do that when you're naturally covered in fur, but I couldn't help but wonder why they were all obsessed with wearing shirts and no pants. Easy access? Either way, this girl was wearing the most clothes of all of them and that clearly meant she must be important. Try not to fuck this up, me.

"Mayor?" she asked again, looking directly at me. I blinked, looking around. "Mayor? You mean me?" She giggled. "Oh Mr. Mayor, you're such a kidder! Well, a sense of humour IS an important trait for an elected official to have..." "Wait, you're saying I'm the mayor?" "Of course, Mr. Mayor! You said you would arrive on this train, and here you are! No one else got off the train, so it must be you!" I looked at her blankly for a moment, mind racing. Wait a minute... that fucking cat! He planned this right from the moment he learned that I was going to Endsville! I walked right into his trap! He must have been elected as the mayor and decided to fuck off and dump the job on me instead. What kind of dumbass town elects a mayor they've never seen or met before anyway? More importantly though, this place is actually pretty nice, and I DO need a job... The dog girl saw my blank look slowly transform into a smile and took that as a sign that I was admitting to being the mayor. She continued: "Well, let's continue this discussion at the town hall, shall we?" "Um sure, why the heck not?"

To my surprise, the other animals seemed quite content to mill around in confusion as the canine led me to what was possibly the fanciest building in Endsville. It had a flag and everything. I could feel my apprehension slowly turning to schadenfreude at the thought of the giant fuck-up that blue cat had just made in my favour. With a name like "Endsville", anyone would expect the town to be shitty and of course you'd want to force someone else to take care of it if you got stuck with the mayor position. But he'd miscalculated. It wasn't_a shitty town, not at all. It was nice. The land, the houses, even this town hall was nice, and I had a feeling that a mayor's wages would more than earn me enough to do whatever slacking I could want. _Probably a really cushy position too. Heh, it's a lot like my old job really, just the other side of the law...

We entered the stately building, and I was not disappointed. A counter bisected the room into two areas: a lounge-style waiting room and an office back-end. "Isabelle" read the nameplate in front of the secretary's seat. Was this dog girl Isabelle? She stopped in front of the desk. "Mayor, this town hall will be your base of operations. Oh! I forgot to mention, I'm on staff here too!" I raised an eyebrow. "My name is Isabelle," she continued, confirming my suspicions, "your secretary. I'm here to help you in any way I can!" I paused from evaluating the premises to eye her a little more closely. "Oh really...?" "Yes! I'm kind of surprised, really. You're so young! The last mayor was very old and had many years of experience and that's what this town needs though, youth! I'm sure you'll be exactly what we..." I tuned out her rambling for a minute while I sized up the situation. Nervous young girl, naive village, no sign of any law enforcement at all, and they hire mayors based on what, a lottery? If this town wasn't somehow a gambling den or a hideout for all kinds of criminals, it sure as hell would be soon... unless of course someone like me were to take charge.

"Isabelle..." I asked, cutting her off mid-irrelevant rant, "How did you get this position as secretary?" She paused her rant, and blushed slightly. "Well, the last mayor thought that we could use a secretary for the new mayor and nobody else wanted to do the job. But don't get me wrong!" She added quickly, flustered, "I really really wanted to be a secretary and do good things for this town, even if I don't have that much experience!" Ah ha! "Oh, so you haven't done this job before?" "Well.. n-no..." I smirked at her discomfort. Good, establish dominance. You need to be the one in control here. "Oh, don't look so tense! I think you'll be great for the job. Let's have a look at my office!" She nodded meekly and quickly lifted the counter divider for me.

I stepped through into the back end of the hall. A large, comfortable-looking leather chair and table set dominated most of the section behind the secretary's desk and I promptly sat down in it, not bothering to ask if it was mine. "So... Mr. Mayor... this is where you'll be working. From here you can do things like create town ordinances or establish public works projects to be completed by the town." She began to pick up momentum again as I toyed with a fossil I found sitting on my desk. MY desk. "Oh it's going to be wonderful! Whenever you complete a project, we'll hold a ceremony to celebrate its unveiling!" She exclaimed, twirling around excitedly. How monotonous. I noticed bells on the ribbon that was tying up her hair at that point. So that's where that noise was coming from... "There'll be speeches and ribbon cutting and I'll hand out poppers and then we say 'Ready! Set! POP!' and-" Alright, enough playing around. "Isabelle." She stopped. "Yes Mr. Mayor?"

I leaned back in my chair, thinking hard. It was time to try something that could get me in a lot of trouble if it backfired, but I had a strong feeling that it would not. "This all sounds fantastic, but I've noticed something while looking around here. Or a lack of something vital. I don't see your certificate." She tilted her head, bells jingling. "Certificate, sir?" "You know, the 'confirmation of passing the secretary examination' certificate. I'm sure it's just at home or something, but as I'm sure you know, it's a vastly important legal requirement to work as a secretary." Her face fell and she took on a worried look. Perfect. "E-examination? I studied a lot but I didn't-" Time to set the hook. "No no no, the mandatory physical exam you took to become a secretary!" She blinked, looking truly frightened now. "I-I haven't heard of... I didn't know.." I took on a shocked expression and leaned abruptly forward in my chair, hands gripping the arm-wrests anxiously. "You didn't do it?! This is terrible! Surely you know the penalty for not doing one!" She was close to tears now. "N-no... I..." I leaped out of my chair and grabbed her hands. "This is bad news, Isabelle. If people found out that you weren't examined then I could lose my secretary and you'd lose a lot more than just your job! Quick, we must get to the doctor!"

Her face fell further. "But we don't have a doctor, Mr. Mayor! We're only a small town!" I continued holding her hands and stared worriedly into her eyes. "But surely you know that only a doctor or a mayor can perform the examination. And if you haven't been examined then we could both go to jail for a really long time!" She let out a tiny squeak, eyes widening. "J-jail?! But I can't... nobody ever said..." I let her hands fall and turned around as if to think very seriously about something. "Man Isabelle, this is really bad..." Silence prevailed for a moment. Then she spoke up. "Uhm... Mr. Mayor... you said a mayor could do it too, right? C-can't you do it?" I turned slowly to face her, as if that was just now dawning on me. "Oh! I had forgotten! Yes, I can do the examination, but are you really ok with that? It's quite personal..." She looked embarrassed but determined. "O-Of course, this is my mistake and I must take responsibility. Please perform the examination on me, Mr. Mayor!" I nodded, trying my best to look shaken. Inwardly I smiled to myself. Hook, line and sinker.

"Miss Isabelle, please lock the door and close the town hall for now. We don't want people barging in during this exam." She nodded and walked over, closing the door and locking it behind her. Then she stood hesitantly in the middle of the room, unsure of what to do next. "Alright, then, please come here and sit on your desk, facing me," I said, patting it with one hand. Nervously the young girl complied, hopping up onto the table and facing me as directed. Normally she was about a foot shorter than I was, but with the added height of the desk we were almost perfectly eye-to-eye. I looked into hers and began the plan. "Now, please take off your blouse."

Her eyes widened until they resembled dinner plates. "M-my blouse? B-but..." I sighed, and took a step back, rubbing the bridge of my nose with one hand. "Isabelle, you said you would take responsibility. This is a full physical examination, and neither of us have time to play games right now. Are you going to do this or shall I just get us shipped off to jail right now?" I turned around and reached for the phone on my desk. "W-wait! Please! I'll do it!" she squeaked, and a dastardly grin spread across my face. I made sure to wipe all traces of it away and plaster a much more innocent, concerned one on before I turned back to face her. She was now blushing furiously, trembling fingers undoing the ribbon around her neck. She hesitantly placed it beside her on the desk, and then began to undo the buttons on her blouse. Slowly, one by one they came free, revealing the light cream shirt she wore underneath. Without the restrictive outer garment, I could see that she actually had a decent cleavage under there. I'd thought she was flat as a board at first, but now I could see that she seemed more like a B or C cup. Good enough.

She placed her blouse aside too and waited then, hands nervously clutching the sides of the desk as I moved in. In this proximity I could see her visibly trembling, though through fear or anticipation I couldn't yet tell. I glanced over her chest while she intently avoided my gaze, and then looked up at her. "Ok, that's good so far. Now please remove the rest of your upper clothing." She snapped her head back to look at me, shock registering in her eyes. "M-Mr. Mayor... are you sure that this is part of the exam? I mean... not to second guess you or anything but even with the old mayor I've never heard-" I spoke evenly but with an undertone of command. "Isabelle." She shut her mouth with a snap. "I may look young, but I held this position for 5 years before I came to Endsville.", I lied. "In every single instance of a new secretary joining, they either came to me with their certificate or had the exam done with me. I've done this nearly a dozen times now at least and I know the process inside and out. Please stop wasting our time... you never know when someone might come knocking and learn our terrible secret." She swallowed, but I could see the acceptance in her eyes. She reached up and began undoing the buttons on her shirt, this time a little more confidently than before. Clearly she'd made up her mind to put up with the temporary humiliation.

As she pulled her shirt apart I could see much more of her anatomy now than before. It seemed to me that the white patch around her mouth continued below her neckline, forming a long trail all the way down her chest and stomach and disappearing into the hem of her skirt. The fur looked soft and inviting. Her breasts were most definitely C cup, supported by a fairly standard white bra. The bra was economical but also appeared to be made out of a silk-like substance. Clearly she preferred comfortable undergarments to strictly functional ones. Her blush had spread to pretty much her entire face now, as well as her neck. The trembling had returned threefold as she put the shirt aside and reached her hands back to unhook the clasp of her bra. I swallowed and could feel the bulge in my jeans growing. I hoped she was too preoccupied to notice. For the time being, she was.

Slowly, ever so slowly, she lowered the bra off of her shoulders and into her lap. Her breasts were beautiful; firm, round and perky, and that delicious white fur streak ran between them and part-way across them like a milky river. She bashfully covered up almost as quickly as she'd revealed her body, arms crossed over her chest and bra left unattended, yet close by. I frowned and stepped close, plucking the garment from her legs and tossing it lightly over the chair behind me. She opened her mouth to protest but shut it again upon receiving a warning look from me. Good, she's learning. That bra will make a good souvenir for later... Now close enough that I could feel her breath on my chest, I moved my hands up onto her lower thighs, just above her knees. I could feel her tense as I did so. "Alright Isabelle, you're doing really well. So far everything checks out." I said, approvingly, "Now all you have to do is lower your arms and we can complete this section of the exam."

She swallowed, fear and embarrassment in her eyes, but complied. Hesitantly, the hands came away, revealing delightful pink nipples, the erectness of which did not escape my notice. She was horny, though most likely from sexual inexperience more than from being excited about the situation. Still, it was another thing I could use to my advantage. "Good girl," I affirmed, taking in her body with my eyes, "Now hold still for me while I perform the examination." Her eyes widened again but she nodded and said nothing, even when I placed both hands on her hips and drove them slowly up her sides towards the swell of her breasts. Her fur was just as soft and luxurious as it had looked, and I knew that my erection was in full force at this point. A soft gasp from her confirmed that she'd either noticed, or had just felt my hands slide up and onto her chest. Her lower lip quivered slightly and she shivered inadvertently at my touch. With her nipples pressed against my palms, I began to lightly squeeze and massage her chest, hearing her stifle small squeaks of surprise or a tiny moan every now and then as I worked her body. After getting my fill of molesting her upper half, I removed my hands gradually and watched in amusement as hers returned to cover her nipples. I noticed that they were not pressing quite as tightly down as before. Feeling more sensitive than before, are we?

"Good news!" I said cheerily, still standing so close to her that she could not close her legs, "You've passed the upper body examination!" "Is... is it over?" she asked in a tiny voice, and I smiled. "No, silly, now is the lower body exam! This one is the really important one," I continued, ignoring the sudden horror that flashed across her face. "If you don't mind, please remove your skirt and panties so that we can complete this and put all of the legalities behind us." Tears had once again formed in her eyes as I stepped back to allow her room to jump down. She slowly slid off of the desk to the floor and then fumbled with the clasp of her skirt for almost a full minute. I could tell that she was stalling for a way to tell me something that I'd already guessed from her previous reactions to me.

"U-um... I've never... nobody has ever seen-" "Here, let me help you." I suddenly interjected, taking the clasp from her hands and undoing it easily, tossing her skirt aside as though there was nothing unusual about the act at all. Her eyes followed its arc in a sort of hopeless desperation, but she said nothing, merely standing awkwardly, one arm half covering her breasts again. "You wouldn't believe the nerve of some of my previous secretaries," I said, making small talk as I spun her lightly around (to her protest) and pushed her forward until she was leaning on the desk, ass up in the air for me, "They tried to apply for the secretary position as virgins, can you believe it?" She made a small exclamation and tried to stand back upright but I kept a firm hand on the small of her back. After a moment, she relented and resumed her bent-over position, though now far more uncomfortable than before. I noted that her underwear had an additional hole for her tail to poke through. Cute. "Virgins? B-but..." I reached up and yanked her panties down to her ankles, exposing her fully to me. She quietened with a highly embarrassed yip.

"Now lift your leg, if you please?" I asked, kneeling down behind her and pulling that leg out of her panties, whether she'd intended to comply or not. I then deliberately took a moment to get an eyeful of her untouched pussy from my vantage point near the floor. The white fur seemed to end just above the pussy lips themselves, which were covered in the same golden fur as the rest of her body. The way the fur looked made seeing the lewd details of her anatomy impossible from a distance, but up close they were vividly obvious. And judging by the small wet patch on the fur between her legs, she was quite ready for anything I wanted, her own interests notwithstanding. Now I understood why the animals all wore shirts but not pants - their nipples stand out really easily, but only a close encounter with their intimate regions would reveal the details to the viewer. Isabelle seemed to be so embarrassed that she could not form any words. Good. She shifted uncomfortably as I held her ankle up for my viewing pleasure.

I continued my 'small talk' from earlier as I replaced her foot on the ground and stood behind her, leaning both hands on the small of her back as a clear message not to stand up. Her tail tickled along my side."You'd think that with the penalties for being a virgin secretary being even higher than the ones for not doing the exam that they'd avoid it at all costs. But clearly enough got through that they had to create this examination after all, hey?" I laughed, inviting her to join me in laughter. She, predictably, did not. "What's the matter?" I asked, knowing full-well what the matter was, "Surely this isn't your first time having someone down here, right?" I laughed again. "Oh man, wouldn't that be fucked up! Anyway, spread your legs for me, hun. This will only take a second."

With what sounded suspiciously like a sob, she complied, spreading her legs wide enough that I had a completely unobstructed view of her vagina. With my hands on her back-upper thighs, I could feel all of her muscles tense as she prepared for my inevitable touch. Knowing her trepidation and feeling cruel, I savoured the moment, simply gazing at her pussy from point-blank range. Finally, I slid my thumbs down from her ass cheeks to spread her pussy lips apart, eliciting a subtle grinding noise as her nails dug into the underside of her desk in embarrassment. I again savoured the moment, eyeing the fleshy ring of her completely intact hymen before leaning in and pressing my lips to her moist cunt. She suddenly found her voice.

"Aahn! I-I mean, Mr. Mayor... please!" I slid my tongue, which had been busy exploring, back out of her, licking my lips. She tasted like slightly watered-down honey and was extremely wet. Needless to say, the sensation was heavenly. Based on her level of unintended arousal, I wondered if she'd ever actually experienced an orgasm in her life or if I was the first person to ever touch her like this. "Please what, Isabelle? Every mayor must know the flavour of his secretary. It's the law." She squirmed a little more. "But... I haven't done anything like... I-I'm a v- aaah?!" I cut her off again by sliding my finger deep inside of her pussy. She was already so tight that I could barely get my finger in, but she also immediately clenched up on me and I heard what was definitely a sob this time. She was crying. I stood up, looking shocked, but keeping my finger inside of her. "Isabelle! What is this?!" I cried, looking as outraged as I could muster. "I'm a virgin..." she gasped, small tears falling lightly onto the desk.

"I-I'm sorry," she continued through her tears, "I didn't k-know you weren't supposed to be-" "This is serious." I interjected, moving my finger slowly in and out of her and feeling her hips instinctively buck a little against me. "Isabelle, if they find out that a virgin got this job you'll never get another job again. Ever." I curled my finger back upwards as I said that, and was rewarded with a small moan. She was breathing noticeably faster now, and refused to look at me lest I see the blush on her face. "M-Mr. Mayor... I didn't mean to b-unhh... break any laws! l l-love this -ah- job! Please... there has to be a way I c-can still work he-eeeere..." I slid my finger out of her with an audible pop_and tasted the juices, considering. I kept my other hand on her ass to prevent any ideas of escape or moving. Obediently though, she remained bent over and spread for me. _Good girl indeed... I stroked her tail absently as I "thought", discovering that she was sensitive to me playing with that too. "Well, it wouldn't be legal, but I could cover for you." I said finally, and she did turn to look at me this time. Well, at least until my hand slid back between her legs and over her clitoris. Her eyes widened and then clenched shut and she hung her head in embarrassment. I didn't miss the shudder that ran through her body though. I began running lazy circles over her clit with my finger. "Y-you can? I c-can still be your secre-uff-secretary?" As her hip bucking had gotten stronger, I could tell she was getting closer to orgasm. She was also panting heaving and trying to act like she wasn't turned on at all. Needless to say, it was sexy as hell.

"Yeah. I can take care of it for you, Isabelle, provided that you never speak of it to anyone other than me. We'll have to keep it a secret or we'll both get in trouble, understood?" I was glad that there was no such thing as a bullshit meter, or else it'd be going off loud enough for the whole town to hear right now. "Y-yes sir! Aaah... I will never tell AAaaanyone that you helped me! Ju... hnnn... just tell me what to do..." She shivered again and I grinned and pressed harder against her clitoris, eliciting perhaps her first real, uninhibited moan. She immediately turned the reddest colour I'd seen her yet and covered her mouth with both hands. her body was beginning to exhibit small spasms and I knew she wouldn't hold out much longer. Just a little push... Without removing my finger, I leaned in close to her ear and whispered: "Before that, Miss Isabelle, tell me... have you ever had an orgasm before?"

Her eyes went wide and she shook her head, not trusting herself to speak. Almost immediately afterwards, though, a powerful spasm rippled through her body and she threw her head back and practically screamed, trying (and failing miserably) to cover up her climax. "NooOOOOOOOooooooohhhh....." I slowed my finger, letting her clench and watching her hips jerk as her body filled with endorphins and she writhed in the pleasure of her first orgasm ever. It took her nearly a full minute for her to recover from the spasms and aftershocks enough to the point where she could even speak again instead of moaning and whimpering. She laid flat out on the desk, panting hard and barely willing to move. I moved close to her ear again and . "Well, dear, now you have." I leaned back up until I was behind her again. "That wasn't quite part of the exam, you know, but since you seem to have enjoyed it so very much I'll let it slide. Quite dirty for a secretary, aren't you?"

She refused to look up, still blushing heavily and still with tears in her eyes, though now they had stopped flowing. "I'll take care of this virgin secretary issue for you, alright? You'll never have to worry about being caught again, as long as you do what I say." I continued, halting my finger and waiting until she looked back at me. "Y-yes, Mr. Mayor. Thank you..." she replied in barely over a whisper. "Good. Now let's get this sorted before it's too late." I said, standing back up and taking my hands off of her body. She remained motionless, still exhausted from cumming. "By the way, how does that unveiling ceremony go again?"

She looked a little nonplussed for a minute, but as I took hold of her tail with one hand and began running my fingers along it she flushed and quickly turned to look forwards once more. With my free hand I undid the zipper of my jeans and pulled my cock out, rubbing it up and down along her slit and knowing full well that she wouldn't recognize what it was until it was too late. "W-Well, we cut the ribbon, I give everyone confetti... you give a short speech and then I say... 'Ready? Set.. P-'" I rammed my full length into her, tearing past her hymen and bumping up against her cervix before she even realized what was going on. She let out a tiny scream, and the bells in her hair jingled in response. "Aaaah! Mr. Mayor! What did you- It hurts! Stop, please!" "Now Isabelle," I chided without stopping, "You asked me to deal with your virginity problem and so I am! Show a little gratitude please." She responded with a sob. I felt the warmth of her blood drip down my cock as I began to thrust, ignoring her pleas. Her legs jerked fruitlessly against the desk and she stood as far on her tiptoes as she could while I slowly slid my rock-hard dick in and out of her. I wasn't trying to be brutal with her or anything... well, beyond how I popped her hymen that is. I prefer the bandaid approach to taking virginities, after all, i.e. do it quickly in one go instead of slowly and painfully. I knew that it would stop hurting soon once she had a moment to get over the sudden mass of my cock inside her tiny slit. After all, despite my rough entry, by that point she was well and truly wet and even with how tight she was I was already sliding back and forth inside of her with ease.

I could see from her wide-eyed, semi-dazed expression that she knew that she'd crossed a point of no return. She belonged to me now, and if we were to be honest she had probably known it from the moment I bent her over her own desk and toyed with her pussy for my own enjoyment. It took a few minutes but the crying once again subsided, leaving her grimly gripping the desk with both hands to steady herself as I pounded her freshly-deflowered snatch. Very gradually she began to moan again, as pain was replaced by pleasure even greater than that which she had briefly experienced from my fingers. I glanced back at my mayor's chair, over which were now draped a plain white bra and a pair of discarded strawberry panties. She won't be needing those anymore while she's working for ME...

I picked up the pace and she began to stifle more moans in response. "Hey." I said, and she glanced up, trepidation and a little pain in her eyes. "Stop stifling your moans. You're now officially a member of the mayor's office, and I expect you to act like one. If it feels good, I want to hear you moan properly. Also, from now on whenever you cum I want to know about it, understood?" She nodded, defeated, and began to moan softly, letting the newly-discovered pleasure have free reign over her as I thrust into her body. Soon she began to forget her embarrassment and moaned more earnestly, panting again as I pushed her closer and closer to her second orgasm. I leaned back, pulling her up until she was standing along with me, still bent forwards but now leaning on her elbows instead of facedown on the desk. In this position I could thrust more deeply into her as well as play with those beautiful breasts that had been squished into the cold wood of the table for far too long. As I tweaked her nipples softly and rolled her breasts in my hands, she came again.

"Aaahn! Oh no... Mr. Mayor... I'm... I'm... cuuUUUGHNNN!" I felt her tighten up like a vice and my own climax swiftly approached. "Good girl... " I managed, my voice husky as I struggled to hang on for a few more pleasurable seconds. Finally, I could take no more and came inside of her like a fire hydrant bursting, spraying my cum deep into her insides. "Ungh... Isabelle! Fuck, I can't hold it anymoreeee!" She whimpered, still jerking from her own orgasm as I came inside of her, filling her with my seed. For a long moment I lost myself in the pleasure of being inside of her, feeling her undulate along my shaft as I pulsed hot warmth deep into her pussy.

I finally came back to my senses as my orgasm faded, and I could see that Isabelle was beginning to realize what she'd just done too. I finally pulled my length out of her and sat back, panting, onto the mayor's chair. Blood and semen dripped lethargically out of her vagina and coalesced on the hardwood floor, lubricated by her own pussy juices. I'll have to get that cleaned up before we open for business again... Isabelle remained leaning on her desk, looking shocked and disgusted with herself, but not bothering to cover up her amazing body. I smiled victoriously.

"As I promised, nobody will catch you out for being a virgin secretary now that we've destroyed all evidence that you ever were one..." I said, having caught my breath. At this revelation, her hand crept slowly down between her legs, as if to see if it were all a dream, and pulled back quickly once her probing finger encountered my semen. She looked at her finger and then, forgetting I was there for a moment, licked it lightly. She made a face.

"Not particularly tasty?" I asked, grinning. She spun to face me, blushing beet red all over again and quickly brushing the rest off on her fur. "O-oh, no! I forgot... I mean, I was just curious... It's... inside me..." she trailed off, looking down. Smiling even more broadly I gestured for her to come and sit on my left knee. She hesitantly obeyed, still aware that she'd made a promise to do whatever I told her to. "Curiosity is a good thing, Isabelle." I said, after she'd complied. "Now that you officially belong to me, I'll make sure to reward it in the future, so be as curious as you'd like." "Now... I believe I have mayor work to do, but we need to get cleaned up first and hide this stuff." I waved at the bloody puddle on the ground. "Get dressed, minus your underwear, and let's go to your house to clean up. I'm looking forward to working together to make this town a better place." And to fucking you senseless a whole lot more often.

Clearly learning fast, she nodded meekly and stood, gathering up her exterior clothing as I watched. She looked dazed and lost, but still as damn sexy as she had been the moment that I first saw her undressing. She smiled a little when she noticed my unabashed gaze upon her. After she'd reapplied the clothes which I'd allowed her to wear, she went over to the door to unlock it. She paused though before her hand reached the lock, and after a moment she turned back to face me. "Mr. Mayor..." "Yes, Isabelle?" She looked up at me with suddenly miserable puppy-dog eyes. "Am... am I a whore?" I chuckled and shook my head, hooking one arm around her waist. "No, Isabelle. You're my secretary." Her expression softened and she smiled a little then. I smiled in return, and then she pulled away to open up the town hall door.

I paused for a moment before following her out. I'm really going to enjoy running this little town...