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The heat on the island is oppressive, spreading out to every villager’s home and even making swimming a chore. In times like this, one would hope for some air conditioning, but on the island, that doesn’t come cheap, so you decide to visit Tom Nook to see if you can’t get yourself some of that much-needed A/C.

The shop is as splendid as ever, built up by the generous funds brought by the villagers and the real estate business that the tanuki is involved in. But even here, the heat can’t be beat. All Tom has sitting next to his seat behind the register is a small fan, and the sleepy-eyed raccoon fans himself with a few vouchers. Today, he’s back in his classic outfit, which is to say, just wearing his apron. The sheen of sweat shines off his round form, and he stares at you with contemplation behind those tired eyes.

“Ah, there you are,” Nook says, shaking his head. “Did you come in here to pay off all your debt? What? You want an A/C Unit? Hm… I might be able to get you one, but it’d be pretty expensive, and you owe me so much already. I can’t just keep adding to your bills.”

Tom hops up from his seat and saunters over toward you, leaning in with his hands on his hips. “I’m running a business, but I’m a reasonable guy. Perhaps you can work off what you owe if you’re so slow in paying things off? Oh, you’d do anything? That’s great! Because I have just the thing I think you’d be perfect for.”

With an unexpected force, Nook pushes you with a poking finger, which makes you, in all of your exhaustion and perplexity, fall over onto your butt, left to look up at him and see his rotund features magnified by the perspective.

“If you really want an air conditioning unit, then you gotta be my employee and do everything that I say..”

The raccoon reaches for his apron and unties it, letting it fall to the ground. This reveals to you Tom Nook’s fat cock and massive balls, flopping out in front of you.

“Now, you’re going to pay me back with your body.” He steps forward, lifting his foot and pushing you down by the chest until you fall on the floor. He leans over you, nodding, and then lowers himself, dipping down, letting his big, sweaty balls fill your vision, his cock hardening as he takes the dominant position over you. “Open your mouth and get ready for me.

Tom Nook dips down further, squatting over you with his balls smushing up against your face. “This is just a tease of what’s to come next. I don’t want to overwhelm you too much as we begin. I hope you understand. Consider this your training period.

Soon, his sweaty sack rubs over your lips, his hands pressed to his knees. He grunts as he grinds against you, a slow movement back and forth over your closed lips.

“Mmmph, yeah, you’re doing a good job so far, sport. I don’t have any complaints about your performance so far, since you’re sitting there nice and compliant, but that’s not all we are going to have you do. No, sir. There’s still plenty more work to be done.”

Before you can wonder what new work to be done can be, the raccoon stops his grinding and lets his balls dangle right in front of your lips, holding perfectly still as he squats over you, his sleepy eyes staring such expectation down into your soul.

“Open wide and get yourself an air conditioner.”

There’s power behind his words. Is this one way to get yourself free of paying him back? Maybe it’s the heat getting to you, or perhaps it’s the idea of being freed from debt, but you open your mouth, letting those balls sink into your mouth like a teabag into a mug.

Nook rolls his hips, nodding, closing his eyes. “Oh yeah, that’s quite excellent. Use that tongue of yours.”

You comply, sucking and slurping, taking in those sweaty things and their musky taste and odor into your mouth, rolling the two around and rocking your head back and forth.

Nook leans back, lowering himself, sitting on your face. “Oh yes… that technique is… It’s the work of a true professional!” He shifts himself, sitting on your face, his knees squeezing at your head, now facing down your body, his hands pressing to your raised knees. He grinds against you, groaning and grunting as your mouth works on his balls. “You sure you haven’t sucked a guy’s balls before? Well, that’s enough of that.” He lifts himself, only for his cock to slip down over your chin and lips, precum sliding and drizzling over you.

Tom Nook thrusts his hips forward, penetrating between your lips with his sweaty hog. He pushes forward, fucking your mouth, making your throat bulge as you taste that unwashed cock, making you blush, or is it the heat finally getting to you? Doesn’t matter. This is where you are now, and you’re susceptible to everything else.

“Mmmngh… once we’re done here, I’ll think about putting in that, ngh, unit. But there’s much more you can do for me!”

He thrusts forward, going balls deep into you, covering your eyes with his massive marbles, making your throat bulge as he rocks and grinds against your face.

Having himself all the way inside you is the last straw for the tanuki, and Tom groans, throwing his head back, sending out ropey, red-hot ropes of cum down your gullet, filling your throat and your stomach with his ooey gooey batter.

Soon, the raccoon picks himself up, his cum oozing off of his tip and over your face, spattering over your cheeks and onto the floor.

He groans. “You’re so good at this, I think I got a few uses for you, if you’re willing to put in the work.”

You’re stunned, unsure what he’s talking about, when he leans in and pats you on the head. “That concludes your training. I knew you’d be good at this. Come by tomorrow morning for your next shift.”

You’re left lying on the ground, groaning and gurgling, wondering just what happened to you that you’re now Tom Nook’s plaything.

It’s a peculiar business arrangement that you have with Mr. Nook now. It seems things at the village will never be the same for you, but after getting yourself an AC unit, you can’t argue with the results.

Of course, it’s still hot as Hell in pretty much everywhere else on the island, and that includes Tom Nook’s store, and nowhere is it hotter than under the tanuki’s desk, where you sit on your knees, facing the big fat throbbing cock and those impressive balls of his.

“Keep up the good work,” says your new boss, “and you’ll be amply rewarded.

So, you get to work. You lean in, pressing your lips against Nook’s dangling balls, shuddering at the sweaty, musky taste of the massive orbs dangling between his legs. It’s pure delight at this point as you wrap your lips around his sweaty sack and close your eyes, taking in the pleasure of it all.

“Mmmph, that’s a good little employee. Make sure you slurp up all that sweat for me like the star associate that you are, and you’ll get your reward, just like I promised.”

Reward? What reward is there beyond worshiping this great tanuki and his massive, throbbing balls? You slurp up and down, taking in the taste as he sighs and rubs harder against your head. There’s nothing quite like the salty taste of a dominant tanuki’s nutsack pressed right up against your face, and you take every opportunity to suck and slide your tongue over him, threatening to actually dry him off with all of the slurping that you’re doing. It’s pretty impressive how you pinch the skin between your lips and bring it inside, flicking your tongue over it, only to let go and repeat the process with another patch.

You groan in delight as you taste his fuzzy, wonderful balls, moving from one to the other with delighted, hypnotic glee. There’s nothing much more to it but the pure ecstasy that comes from enjoying the taste and the texture of these massive orbs.

Nook presses the back of your head, pushing you right up against those giant orbs, and you rub your head right up against them, all the cares and worries that happen in your life washing away. What was it even that you were here for to begin with? It doesn’t matter. It doesn’t matter that you were asking yourself this same question once before. What matters now is the sheer bliss that you feel, devoting yourself entirely to your boss’s well-being and pleasure, and the feeling of total zen happiness that permeates your being as you press your nose right up against his mounds and take in a great big whiff.

By the gods, there’s not a scent as musky and delightful as what you’re smelling right now. To describe its powerful odor is to defy the very greatness that it holds for you. You would want to hold onto him even longer, hoping for more!

The jingle of a bell announces the arrival of someone in the store. You tense up at the arrival, but Nook’s hand pressed upon your head tells you to keep going.

“Why, good morning, Ankha, what can I do for you?”

Ankha? She doesn’t know your proclivity for sucking off raccoon nuts. You tense up upon hearing the salutation, but the raccoon continues to push you against his balls. Grunting with annoyance and embarrassment, you have no choice but to continue.

“Morning, Me Meow,” Ankha says, a sort of snooty disinterest in her voice. “I’m looking to see if you have anything from the pyramid collection.”

“Ah, that?” asks Nook, leaning forward, rocking his hips against you, his cock flopping onto your head. “Well, I put in an order for it for you, but it just hasn’t come in yet. You can preorder something you want, and I’ll be sure to send it to your mailbox.

“That will be sufficient, Me Meow,” says the cat.

You glance behind as your tongue rolls up and down the thick and wrinkly nut, and you see Ankha’s ringed legs turn and begin to head off. You sigh in relief, only to gulp when she stops and turns around again.

“By the way, Me Meow, what is it that you’re doing sitting at your desk, Tom? Don’t tell me you’re too tired to get up and greet my excellence.”

Tom just chuckles. “Oh, you’re really curious, aren’t ya? Well, I’m testing out a new business model that looks like it might provide some good profits coming in. Want to take a look?”

You freeze up, but the tanuki squeezes your legs, scooting in, pressing your nose right up against the smelly balls. Oh, and how they smell! It is the return of that rapturous moment right before Ankha came in. Your worries wash away as you whiff those massive things, your eyes rolling back in your head. Your vision goes cloudy as your mind is filled only with the scent.

The olfactory memories are said to be the strongest, and you’ll never forget the moment that Tom Nook squeezed you right up between his testicles. This moment will not be remembered for the worry you had of being caught by Ankha, but by the pure delight you feel as your entire being is replaced with the smells and possessiveness in which Tom Nook holds you close to him.

“I suppose it can’t hurt, me meow,” says Ankha, who walks on up to the desk. “What do we have here?”

Tom pushes himself back from the seat, only to reveal you between his legs. You stare upward at Ankha, your eyes wide in shock, your lips wrapped firmly around one of his balls.

“Oh my, look at that. Who would have thought you would be into something so degrading? Why, it must be hotter than the desert here today, me meow.”

“Oh, I’d imagine,” says Tom Nook,” but there’s no one better at sucking off the balls, I can assure you.”

“Unfortunately, I do not have balls, Mr. Nook, so such a business opportunity may not be of interest to me meow.”

“Ah, that is an important concern,” Nook says, patting you on the head. “That’s why I’m going to test out all sorts of other avenues, such as pussy and ass work.”

Ankha purrs, approaching from around the desk, getting a good look at the massive schlong on your face and your lips wrapped around those nuts. “Oooh, now that would be something I could get behind, me meow. Do let me know how that goes, won’t you?”

“You got it,” Nook says, giving her the ‘okay’ before she nods and walks off.

“Well, you heard the lady,” Tom says as the bell rings, signaling Ankha’s exit. “We have so much more stuff to try out, you and I. But before that, let’s get me off a little.”

Nook slides his cock back, your lips parting from his sack, and the tip of his massive member pressing against your mouth. He grabs you by the back of the head and pushes forward, sinking that long and girthy cock into your face, leaving you wide-mouthed and gagged by the sheer size of the sweaty, musky thing.

As Nook thrusts against your throat, his balls slap against your face, and your throat bulges as loud slaps fill the air about the store. If anyone else were to come in, it would certainly be a terror. But it will all be okay, as long as that person isn’t the one person you have your heart on.

She can never see you like this, or know what you’re up to.

You gag and gasp as his cock sheathes down into your mouth, bulging out your throat. Nook’s thick and ropey cum shoots out of his balls and his cock and deep into your gullet, filling your stomach up with enough protein to get you through the day. Once done, he sighs, pulling his cock back and letting it drip over your chest. “Ah, yes, another satisfactory performance,” he says, wiping his brow. “Now, let’s get you ready to try out some other positions. We need to ensure you’re prepared for your debut with Ankha and the others.

The next time you arrive at Nook’s, the tanuki has a package for you. “Your new uniform,” he says, handing it your way.

You pocket it and take a look, only to discover that it is just an apron. You shrug and put it over your head, when Nook snaps at you with a quick retort. “Now, now, who said anything about you putting that over your clothes. That is your uniform, pure and simple. Now, put on your uniform, employee, so that we can finish your training.”

You blush, feeling the almost disinterested gaze fall upon you, but you take off your top, folding it nicely into your pack, and then kick off your shoes, slipping them inside as well. Then come your socks and your pants, leaving you just in your undergarments.

“That’s it, just one more piece,” Nook says, a teasingness to his words.

You gulp and hook your thumbs into your underwear and step out of them, leaving yourself completely naked. This isn’t for too long, however, as you then don your apron, tying it up behind you and standing there, your face bright red and your fingers pressing together as you stand with your head held low.

“Good. Now, on your knees. We need to give you your final performance evaluation.” He says this, tossing a leaf before you, which puffs out into a pillow.

You plop down onto the pillow, and Nook steps up to you, placing a hand on your lip and chin, running a finger over your mouth. He nods and undoes his own apron, revealing to you the excellent length and orbs, glistening with their readiness.

Your mouth hangs open. You’re practically growling in want.

“So eager to get right to it. Well, don’t you worry—there’s a lot you’ll be doing for me, my employee. We just need to make sure you can handle everything. Now, let’s try that mouth again, really quickly this time.”

Nook presses the head against your lips, and you spread them with little difficulty, taking his sausage and letting it slip down into your mouth, your tongue sliding along the bottom of the thing. You sigh and shudder, looking up to Nook, and his lackadaisical glare meets your gaze. He rocks his hips, placing one hand on his hip and another on the back of your head, huffing slightly as he fucks your mouth.

“Best to get it nice and wet, my employee,” he says, “Because proper care and technique is necessary for the next step in your training.”

What could be the next step? You have to wonder, after all the other things he’s had you do. You’ve worshipped his balls and cock. What else is left?

Then the idea hits you, and your blush becomes even brighter than before.

He wouldn’t want that, would he?

Guess you’re about to find out as he pulls his cock free from your lips, letting it drip and drool with your spit. “Alright,” he says, holding that floppy and hard thing by the base. “You’d better turn around now,” he says, “and put that pretty ass of yours up high in the air. I’m coming in.”

Again, you swallow, but this time it’s a lump in your throat. Will you have to work for others for Nook? What worries you more? The fact that you’ll have to do it? Or the fact that you’re excited for the opportunity?

You can’t believe what your boss is asking of you, but despite the surprise of it all, you do as he says, raising your hips, pressing your cheek against the floor of the store, your arms underneath yourself, and lying uselessly there on the ground.

The large tanuki stomps over to you, flopping his massive package on top of your ass. He chuckles as the sweaty things slap against your skin, and he slowly pulls back, letting everything flop down from your body and dangling his balls behind you. His cock follows, plopping onto your lower back and sliding ever-so-slowly down along your spine.

You quiver under the slow approach of the tanuki cock, only to feel the head trace down along your crack. His hands grip your ass, spreading it apart, his dick sliding off to the side for a moment.

You whimper, wondering why your boss is keeping himself from you. It’s a change after your initial trepidation, but you gasp as you hear him spit and feel the warm liquid on your ass.

The cock head then comes in quickly, its thick head pressing against your puckered hole. The shopkeeper grunts as he pushes his cock into you, grunting and groaning, one hand on his hip as the other holds onto your ass.

“That’s a… nngh, good employee.” He grunts, slowly rocking his hips as his massive meat grinds and pushes deeper into you with slow and methodical movements.

The bell rings, heralding the arrival of yet another customer to the whole situation. This time, standing in the doorway is a lime-green rabbit in a sports jacket. He stares at the sight before him with wide eyes and an even wider mouth.

“Hey there, Sasha!” Nook says, still casually grinding his cock deeper and deeper into your ass. “That’s the most awake I’ve ever seen you.”

“Like… What are you doing, Mr. Nook? That’s totally out there, hoppity.”

“I’m testing out the goods,” Nook says, leaning over you, placing his hand on the back of your head, and tussling your hair. “I’m hoping to have this service up and ready for everyone’s use soon.”

Sasha tilts his head, tapping his chin. “Oh really, hoppity? That sounds like it could be pretty cool, I guess. It’s a lot easier than finding someone to have some fun with on my own, at least!”

“Yeah, everyone needs some time to relax,” says Nook, pushing himself further in with a more brutal thrust, groaning as he pops through one layer of resistance within you.

You groan and your eyes roll back. You’re so full, and there’s an audience now and a potential new person to fuck you. It’s so much, and Nook is just so damn big!

“Hey, you know what… Sasha, if you want a slight discount, you could go round up the others, won’t ya? I have a feeling the island won’t want to miss this.

“Oh, what, me, hoppity?” Sasha asks, his eyes half-lidded as if he’s about to sleep. “Oh, I guess I can, but it might take a minute. Be right back, I guess…”

And so he left, leaving you alone with that massive cock deep in your ass and those even bigger balls slapping against your thighs.

Nook grunts and groans, muttering stuff under his breath, but you’re too full to really hear what he has going on. Instead, you just let out lewd cries as he fills you up, your voice higher than it ever has been before. This goes on for a while, until the bell rings again.

And it rings.

And it rings.

And it rings.

Who wasn’t leaving the door open for other people? They were all being so very inconsiderate toward the other islanders. But there were so many islanders, indeed. A whole crowd forms around you and Nook, catching the show from all different angles, leaving you grunting and groaning and whining as he gets all the way inside you. There’s no way the human body was meant to take that much tanuki cock, but you’re somehow doing it, your eyes rolled back, your tongue lolling out, your chest rubbing against the floor, and your panting breaths coming out in huffing cries. You’re totally enraptured by the cock within you.

“That’s right. Better enjoy it, because everyone here is going to have some fun with you when they, nngh, sign up for the gangbang I’m hosting.

Just the thought of being a part of this so-called gangbang is enough to drive you crazy, and with more thrusts into you, pounding your p-spot and thrusting even deeper, you can’t help but come right then and there, groaning and collapsing into the floor.

You’re dazed, but Nook keeps going. It’s a little bit before his own cock quivers and shakes and then fires off into you, sending spurt after spurt of cum deep into your colon. You’re too much of a mess to react after that eruption, and instead, you lie there, twitching, groaning, and absolutely drenched in sweat and cum.

Nook pulls out from you, letting his cock flop out, drizzling some more of his seed down over your thigh. He then stands up and motions toward you. “And there you have it. This here is a village cumdump, whose services are available to all of you for the right price. It doesn’t matter who you are; there are services this one can surely provide. If you need some tools to have some fun, then I’ll be happy to sell them to you. I can order dildos of all sizes and gags that will fit perfectly. All of this and more is available at Nook’s store.

Through the stunned silence of the crowd, there soon emerges a tumult of voices as all of them clamor to get to Nook and sign up to have a piece of you. Even though you lie there stupefied, you still realize one thing—you’re going to be very… very busy.

But you do notice one thing that keeps your heart up. Out of all the people here, she isn’t among them.

* * *

Life on the island was always a relaxing thing, but all of that has changed since you had a job. Now, you clock in at a designated time, and you strip yourself down to your birthday suit before you put on your apron. Already, a line of villagers is waiting to try out your wares.

The first is Sasha, who smiles as he approaches you, a bashful look almost upon his face. “Like, I gotta try you and see what the hype is all about, don’t I, hoppity?”

You take him easily enough, his cock smaller than Nook's. Despite his size, he makes up for it in his energy. He keeps your head low, squatting over your mouth as he humps your face with a pace that Nook never could reach.

Sasha fills your mouth and your throat bulges as he keeps going, thrusting over and over again onto you, his eyes rolling back and his groans rising up.

All around you, the other villagers watch, looking to get their turn,

And their turn comes quicker than you imagine, as more of the villagers arrive, the number of them such that it’s hard to tell which ones touch where as paws flip you onto your back and rub over your body. Cocks find their way to your hands, and you grab them with enthusiasm, jerking them off with the expert speed and motions that you’ve come to be known for by the people of the island.

Sasha pulls out from your mouth and hops on over around to your back, his bunny dick pressing up against your ass. There’s nothing you can really do about him but continue to jerk off the others while letting him have access to your ass.

With your expert mouth work, you have lubed up Sasha’s cock, allowing him to press in through you and fill you up. He uses his great speed in humping your face and applies it to your hole, pounding against your prostate over and over and over again without any signs of stopping. For such a lazy villager, Sasha keeps the speed up for you.

The first set of cocks explode, sending ropes of goopy cum falling onto your chest. The owners step back with relief, leaving your arms tired, but there’s no time to recuperate before the next set of cocks find their way to you. You work on them as well, knowing full well that there is another set and another and another after this one.

But your throat feels so unused now that Sasha is pounding away at your prostate.

That all changes when Ankha arrives. The yellow and blue cat approaches you with a leash in her hand and a collar in the other. You don’t know how she could put it on so expertly, but she slips the collar onto you with little time at all. “That’s a perfect little fuck toy, Me Meow,” she says, staring down at you with condescending eyes. “Look at what you’ve made yourself,” she continues. “Such a shameful display, but one I will make full use of.

Before you can respond to her (whatever would you say to her anyway?) she straddles you and squats down, pressing her lucicious thighs against your face and pinning your head against the ground.

You can only stroke the cocks in your hands by touch now, unable to see anything past the all encompassing ass and pussy of this regal feline. All the while, Sasha keeps it up against you, pounding away, making your cock flop about. How can he have so much energy and fortitude?

Just as you think about that, you feel his smaller-than-Nook’s penis explode, the twitching goodness inside your body tensing up and releasing. Spurt upon spurt of cum shoots up into you, claiming you much like you had been claimed by Nook earlier. You find yourself longing for your boss now, groaning.

“Don’t pay attention to him,” Ankha responds, rubbing her pussy against your face. “Eat, Me Meow.”

Your tongue rolls out and laps at the fat and juicy pussy cat’s pussy, pressing against those lips, tasting the salty and savory elements of her sex. Your tongue laps up and down, side to side, tracing out for her the shape of the alphabet so that your tongue goes in all sorts of different directions for her.

“Ah, yes, Me Meow,” she sighs, grinding her hips up against your face, clamping her thighs against your cheeks.

It’s time for another explosion of the villagers. This time, another set of hands pushes them away, and you feel more of their splooge hitting your chest.

“None of you will touch me with your filthy cum!” commands Ankha, your queen. That’s when two, no, three more cocks come to play with you, two in your hand, one at your ass.

But it doesn’t matter how many villagers are gang-banging you. What you really focus on is your mouth, your tongue slipping inside, tickling at the feline’s inner folds, listening out for Ankha’s huffing panting and feeling the grinding against your face. You could very well be smothered into unconsciousness by her and it would be alright. It would be more than alright. It would be the capstone to your very amazing day.

And speaking of capstones, it is almost as if divine intervention were in the way that once you think about it, Ankha cries out in orgasmic glee. It is a reserved, regal thing, but the contractions of her body around your tongue are unmistakable. Not only that, but a fountain of cum from your other dicks shoot out, hitting you with another wave of warm, lovely goodness.

Ankha lifts herself up, staring down at you with the same look she gives everyone else, but she nods, and the shadow of a smirk passes her lips before she unmounts you, undoing your collar and laying it over her shoulders. “Very good, peasant,” she says, turning and swaying away.

And there you are, groaning and cumstained, lying there without a care in the world… until you hear a voice call out “What’s going on over here?”

It’s her…!

As if your life couldn’t get any more extreme, but before you know it, the one person on the island you didn’t want to see you covered in cum and huffing balls stands right before you, her face aghast at the sight before her.

Isabelle opens her mouth, about to say something surely, but she closes it again. Her mouth scrunches up and her nose wiggles as if to retreat back into her head.

“Ah, there you are, Isabelle,” says Tom, placing a hand on her shoulder, pulling her in close. “I see you’ve met my newest employee. That’s right. He’s been doing a very good job being a cumdump for the island, and I think he will continue to be a valuable employee in this new position of his.”

Isabelle takes a few steps back, shaking at the sight of you, but Nook steps in and whispers something to her: “you know. He’s been crushing hard on you. If you’d be interested, you could milk him for cash and he’d be into it.”

Isabelle squeaks and looks over toward you, her eyes wide. “Would you really be into it?”

You gasp, nodding quickly.

Smirking, Isabelle approaches you, flicking her skirt up and revealing her panties. “Well then, how about you prove it by giving me a quick kiss?”

Eagerly, you press your lips right up against those wonderful panties. Now, you are hers.

* * *

Your crush on her had been an innocent pining for the canine assistant. It was born out of admiration and respect, not the degradation that your current arrangement with Mr. Nook is.

But you stand behind her at the store, fully clothed as Tom Nook rings up the total of quite the substantial purchase. Isabelle stands before him, smiling gently and bouncing on her toes.

“That’ll be 1,000 Bells altogether,” says Tom Nook.

“That’s perfectly fine!” Isabelle responds, stepping aside. She motions to you, her arm outstretched, and her paw up, ushering you to hurry up.

You gulp and reach into your pocket, producing from it a bag of bells. It’s quite the hefty sum, and you feel much lighter without it, but you can’t help but shudder as you hand it over to her.

Isabelle takes her time, counting all the bells in her possession, humming to herself as she slowly goes through each and every one. “1 Bell of your money… two bells of your money…”

Tom Nook is rather patient, all things considered, and when she is finally done, Isabelle hands the bag over to him, and for his part, provides the goods that she had just paid for.

“Thank you very much, my little wallet,” Isabelle says, giggling and tapping you on the cheek. “Let’s try these things out, shall we?”

What proceeds is a flash of memories through you. First, the materials she purchased went to the Able sisters, who created for Isabelle a beautiful dress. “Spare no expense. My little wallet is paying for it all.”

Then, there was a trip to Brewsters for a few rounds of drinks. “It’s important to keep your energy up with all the fun we’re going to be having.”

Then, it was a trip to the city, where Isabelle goes into an exclusive club, this one costing Nook Miles to get into. As she walks into the building, you watch as your account goes down, each mile tallying downward as all the hard work you put into building those up goes down the drain.

You sit out in the park, waiting for her like a good little wallet. Every so often, a notification buzzes on your screen. A drink here or a trinket there add up. You bite your lip as Isabelle sends you a message requesting more bells and more miles to her account. You gulp and you press the accept button, watching as the numbers flash to show the balance change. In return, you get a picture of Isabelle, nude, with a strong, but anonymous man beside her, his cock rock hard and the caption stating “Thanks for the money, Wallet.”

The next day comes around, and your brain is swimming. You’re losing so much money, but Isabelle is giving you so much attention as well. As you sit at her home, your head hanging over the back of the chair, Isabelle sits at her desk, punching numbers into a calculator, one leg crossed over the other, peering over some data sheets while she wears a pair of glasses. She pulls the glasses off and turns around in her seat, uncrossing her legs and then crossing them in the other direction. For a moment, you can swear you saw something, or rather a lack of something, underneath her skirt. But it was such a flash and you weren’t ready for it, that you can’t be sure.

“Well, there’s some good news and some bad news, wallet,” says Isabelle. “The good news is that I figured out that there’s no real debt problem in your accounts. You just spend a lot on new things instead of paying off what you owe.”

You tilt your head.

She giggles. “Oh, it’s good because when you gave me control of your assets, I figured out all you need to do to get in the green. And it’s quite simple: you have to work, work, work. Luckily, Tom has that position for you, and it’s quite lucrative. That’s why we could afford a night on the town like that.”

She pushes herself up, strutting over toward you. She presses her paw against your chin and grabs, pulling your face down to look her dead in the eyes. “Bad news, for you, is that until you’re in the green, all of your money is mine to do with as I please. So you won’t be making any more of those frivolous expenditures—I will. Expect another night on the town each week. Oh, don’t you worry It will still be less expensive than all the junk you buy off the catalogue every day. Seriously, where do you put it all? Do you seriously spend all your money on a bigger and bigger house just so you can store all your junk? We’ll have to take care of that too. That’s why I hired some movers.”

With that, a horn blares outside the window. “Ah, there they are now. Now, be a good wallet and pay them, and then they can clear out your home. They only accept Nook Miles, of course.”

She hands you a fistful of Miles. This is the first time you’ve physically held your miles since Isabelle had taken over. They feel so foreign to you now. You gulp and go outside, handing the money over toward the horse that stands by the truck. He tips his hat and heads off toward the direction of your house, leaving you alone with Isabelle.

She drapes her arms over your shoulders and leans in, pressing her chest against your back. With a quick peck on the cheek, she speaks up to you. “Now with that settled, there’s still a matter of getting to work on time.”

***

"Even though you work for Tom Nook, remember that you belong to me, wallet.” Isabelle’s words ring through your mind as you lie back on the ground, propped up by pillows to be lying back on the bed. These are the only pieces of furniture you have in your house. After all, who has time (or money) for styling when you have a mistress to help?

Isabelle enters, her body magnificent and bared, but it isn’t just for your viewing pleasure.

The canine cutie crawls up along the bed beside you and spins around, lifting her tail and wiggling her butt in your face. “Now, then, Wallet, you gave me all I could want with your bells. It’s time for your reward.”

You need not any more insistence from Isabelle to lean in, but you cannot grab her by the ass. That’s because she tied your wrists to the bedposts. But your mouth and your tongue are available, and you feast upon her succulent peach, tongue lashing up and down against her soft folds.

“Oooh, who would have thought you’d be able to treat me in so many ways,” Isabelle says. “I always thought you were so dull. I didn’t realize you’d be able to fulfill all my desires!”

She presses her ass up against you, your face buried deep in her rump and her pussy. You kiss and suckle and slurp as she grinds against you, your nose rubbing up against her as your tongue slips inside, slurping and licking the wet and wonderful walls within.

But Isabell isn’t sitting idle. The doggie places a hand on your thigh and slips it up, tracing between your legs and up to your balls. She squeezes and rolls while her other hand supports herself, giggling softly. “Oh, you’re so cute, doing everything that I say. Maybe I should do a little something for you, too, Wallet.” With that, her paw moves up, fingers brushing against your length, two at a time, going up and down, up and down. “We’ll, ah, take it, mmm, nice and slow,” she says, huffing softly as she keeps you pinned against the headboard.

You groan as she squeezes you against the bed, but you are content where you are, your tongue delving so deep along those walls that contract around you in response to some of your licks.

“Keep it up, Wallet. Make me cum and you might just be able to cum yourself.”

What did she mean by that, exactly? Well, what you do know is that her stroking is teasing you more than it is getting you off. You squirm and struggle, but your legs are also tied down, all thanks to Isabelle and her domineering wiles. That’s when it dawns on you: you are not going to cum. Isabelle will not let you cum, not as long as she wants to keep you going. She will keep you on edge, and at the speed she goes, speeding up and slowing down, stroking and swirling, pulling away and giggling, only to stroke again, she seems to know exactly what to keep you from releasing.

It’d be hell to experience this for too long, your hips rising up, but unable to move too far with your arms and legs bound. Your breath is getting weak with the ass stuffed to your face. So, you do what you have to do—you eat her out. You lash and your slurp. You lick and you slick. You keep it up and listen out for Isabelle's gasps and groans, noting how close she gets with each roll of the tongue against and within her. But no matter how much you try, it seems to take much longer than you would ever be able to handle.

“Come on, Wallet. Be a good Wallet and make me cum!” the doggie says, grinding against your face, bumping into you, using your tongue like a fleshy dildo. Her tail baps you on the head and her panting gets faster, so she must be closer to cumming—closer to letting you release.

“Oh, good, good boooooy!” She finally calls out, throwing her head back, her stroking of your cock going so fast now, letting the experience shock you with how much sensation you are feeling. You groan into her ass, but she lets go, leaving you hard and ready for more.

“Ah… ha… yes, that’s good,” she says, nodding, tapping your butt. “But the real fun is about to begin.” She picks herself up, and turns around, untying you from your bonds. “I’m just glad you’re not some quick shot loser. You aren’t, are you? Maybe you’d be better off if you were. Oh, did you think I was gonna let you cum? Oh no, you have much more you have to do before you get that right. And we’re late for our appointment with your boss.”

She giggles, tapping your cheek. “Oh, don’t be so confused, wallet. After all, I need to go to work with you to make sure you’re not spending any money on the job. That’s the danger of working at Nooks. Besides,” she says this, her smirk growing wider into a mischievous grin. “I need to go and say ‘hi’ to Tom. It’s been far too long since I’ve done so, you know.”

***

"Even though you work for Tom Nook, remember that you belong to me, wallet.” Isabelle’s words ring through your mind as you lie back on the ground, propped up by pillows to be lying back on the bed. These are the only pieces of furniture you have in your house. After all, who has time (or money) for styling when you have a mistress to help?

Isabelle enters, her body magnificent and bared, but it isn’t just for your viewing pleasure.

The canine cutie crawls up along the bed beside you and spins around, lifting her tail and wiggling her butt in your face. “Now, then, Wallet, you gave me all I could want with your bells. It’s time for your reward.”

You need not any more insistence from Isabelle to lean in, but you cannot grab her by the ass. That’s because she tied your wrists to the bedposts. But your mouth and your tongue are available, and you feast upon her succulent peach, tongue lashing up and down against her soft folds.

“Oooh, who would have thought you’d be able to treat me in so many ways,” Isabelle says. “I always thought you were so dull. I didn’t realize you’d be able to fulfill all my desires!”

“That ass of yours will be perfect for trying this, Me Meow,” says Ankha, one hand on her hip and another placed upon your ass. She spreads your cheek, rubbing the fake cock strapped to her body against your star. It isn’t long before she thrusts forward, a grunt rising up from her throat as she fills you up and the thing stimulates her as well.

You squeal under her. There’s nothing much else you can do as Ankha pounds away at you with that lubed up pole.

Isabelle gasps from under Nook, looking over her shoulder with mischievous love in her eyes. “Oh, yeah… that’s it! You’re the perfect, ah, little plaything, aren’t you?" You can’t think much at all, as you groan into Nook’s balls, cumming onto the floor from the prostate-pounding pussy cat behind you.

Nook himself groans, tilting his head back, letting loose a torrent of his own, shooting spurt after spurt of hot cum deep into the pooch’s pussy. With each firing off, you feel every last clench of Nook’s balls as he fires off into that pussy.

“Thhheeeere….” He groans. “A little surprise for you, maybe,” he says, pulling his cock back. You eye the creampie that is left behind, and Nook nods his approval. With his blessing, you dive right in, sucking the jizz and the pussy juice right out of that wonderful pooch!

Nook chuckles and pats you on the head, giving your hair a little tussle. “Well, I can say one thing about you. You’re certainly the most eager employee I’ve ever had, and I’m happy to have you for so much longer.”

* * *

Life for you has continued in its strange and erotic way. You continue to service islanders of all shapes and sizes, while Nook rakes in the money and fucks you during the downtime. But one day, you are working on Bob’s shaft when Isabelle comes in. You sit up, tilting your head, cum oozing from your cheek, but Isabelle waves you off, saying, “Don’t worry Wallet. Keep up the work. I’m not here for you.”

That’s when Tom Nook enters the room, wrapping his arm around Isabelle. “She’s here for me,” he says, a gleam in his eye.

It all happens so fast. Suddenly, Isabelle is stripped down and under her clothes she is wearing a skimpy number with a collar, and she’s pushed to the floor by Nook.

“Now, then,” says the tanuki as he lowers himself down. “I hope you’re ready to please me,” he says, pushing his ass right up against her face.

Isabelle sighs, placing her hands on his massive rump, nuzzling her nose right up against him. You can’t believe what you’re seeing, but Isabelle—your financial femdom—is taking the degrading stance that Nook had reserved for you!

Isabelle rubs her face against that large and sweaty ass. There isn’t much you can do about it but watch from the corner of your eye as you continue to suck off dudes, but she seems to be having quite the time, or is she? It’s hard to tell with her face buried against Nook’s ass.

But Nook lifts himself up, urging her to sit up. She does so and he slides his balls right up against her face, letting those large and sweaty things rest right up against her nose.

Her tail wags and she smiles, sniffing the air as she has the large balls sitting right upon the bridge of her snout, her hands on her knees—she seems like she might be quite used to this. Or is it because she’s seen you do it so many times she’s gotten the idea.

Her tongue rolls out, slurping and licking at the balls, all while Tom grinds against her, nodding and saying. “That’s right. You’re such a little whore, aren’t you? Suck my balls, slut, and don’t you dare think about skimping out.

Again, Tom slaps his ass against her face, pushing her back down onto the floor. His puckered hole is right there in front of her as he leans forward, spreading his cheeks, giving her a good view. “Take all the whiffs you can, Isabelle,” he says. “That’s how you dogs get to know people, isn’t it? Well, go ahead—get to know me!”

Isabelle shudders under the raccoon, but she does as she’s told, a great big whiff rising up from her snout as she sniffs and takes in the smelly, sweaty thing.

“Learn anything interesting?” Nook says, looking over his shoulder at her.

“You’re… you’re so horny,” Isabelle says.

“Nothing like mixing business and pleasure, don’t you agree?” Nook says, pushing his ass right up against her face, burying her against his massive buns. “Now, remember to never forget this smell—it’s the smell of knowing who’s boss.

Muffled confirmation rises up from under Nook’s ass, and the boss nods, rubbing and grinding against her face.

“That’s right. Such a dedicated employee.” He looks over toward you. “You’d better keep an eye on her, because my could probably learn a thing or too from Isabelle.”

Nook pushes himself up and turns around, grabbing hold of his cock. “Alright then, doggie. Up and at ‘em.”

Isabelle leaps up to her knees and immediately starts to slurp and lick on that cock of his. She throws some furtive glances your way and gives you a wink when your eyes meet, but otherwise, she is totally engrossed in the sweaty musky thing that she presses her warm, wet tongue up against. She shudders, groaning as she envelopes the thing in her mouth, and she bobs her head, her eyes rolling back, enjoying every moment of sucking him off.

It isn’t long before Nook explodes, but she pulls her face away, letting the cock erupt into streams of spurting goodness all over the floor, and even onto your head.

“I think I finally get you now, Wallet,” Isabelle coos, stroking Nook off. “Being on the bottom is actually really, really fun!”

There’s something heartwarming about hearing that, and with that in your mind, you continue to bob your head along Bob’s cock, confident you will be an excellent employee.