FSE

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Disclaimer: This story contains heavy scat, watersports, and various other extreme bathroom room fetishes. If you dont want to read about that kind of kink please click on something else. If you have an opinion about how disgusting, gross or filthy it is. Kindly fuck off. I don't care. Im not here to please you or anyone else. These stories are for ME, for MY pleasure. Are you me? No. Then don't expect this to be curtailed to you.

On another note, constructive criticism is appreciated. If its too short, or not as well described or full of errors; then please add a comment! I can't get better if no one tells me Im wrong. On with the story.

~Some Time Later~

-A continuation in our Animal Crossing World.

"Ugh, why does morning have to come so soon?" Isabelle remarked to herself as she was getting dressed for work. Today it was thigh high white stockings. Ribbons and bows were adorned where the stockings met her inner thighs. She would be going commando today. All of her regular panties, thongs, and g-strings were heavy soiled, and she was out of disposable diapers. Her Victorian style skirt didn't even reach mid labia. It was so short that she didn't even have to bend over and her parts were visible. For her part the top she was wearing was mostly modest. It at least covered her ample breasts but she never wore a bra any more (unless she fancied a corseted top). She finished getting dressed, grabbed her keys, took off for Town Hall; fingering herself on the way. Shame had long since vanished from her life ever since she started spending all of her time with her boss. The Mayor.

***

"Fuck fuck fuck. Every day this damn alarm clock goes off late. I swear one of these days I'll get Tom Nook for selling me such a piece of shit." Cursing and throwing a fit Icarus awoke in a foul mood. It would set the tone for the day at the office. As mayor he had a rigid schedule to keep to but his recent rut had made him neglect a lot of his town duties. Icarus would discuss those responsibilities with Isabelle when he arrived. He dreaded going in and being responsible. When he first signed up to be Mayor he thought it would be fun and games all day every day but he quickly learned that the townsfolk actually needed their hand held for every damn thing in town.Not that he hadn't accomplished anything. He did have three bridges built, a camp site, Tom Nook was no longer in a shitty little shop. He was now in a two story shop with his nephews taking care of everything upstairs. But that was all months ago. His recent achievements mainly amounted to not getting Isabelle pregnant and keeping his facial fur groomed.

Grudgingly he packed a lunch and left for work. On the way there he picked up a distinctive scent.

***

Isabelle greeted him at the door by sliding a wet paw under his nose. She made sure he got a good whiff of her scent today. She was dangerously close to her heat and wanted him all day long. She would tease him only a little for now. SHe needed him to have a clear head for the days activities. He had let the town fall to a ghastly state.

"Sir, we need to address the current ... state of the town. Its, well its shit."

"Isabelle Im aware of how the town is. I don't have time to go picking weeds."

"Then its time for some outside help. I've taken the liberty of drafting a payment for some much needed yard work. Weeds will be removed and flowers will be planted and watered. It will cost 25,000 bells. Currently the town is sitting on a nest egg of 374,000 bells."

"Thanks for the report Isabelle, I authorize the maintenance. And while you're at it put in for a new pond. Closer to the train station."

"Yes master."

***

After several hours of going back and forth on various issues, making sure the residents got their fountain while the town remains solvent, Icarus was getting restless and Isabelle was growing inpatient for cock. Her loins were starting to burn hotter.

"Are we good for today then?"

"Some of the residents have some requests but those can wait until after lunch."

"Good, its time we had a little fun today. Lock the door."

"Yes master." As Isabelle went to lock the door, Icarus was already lowering his pants. He also forwent underwear today. Deciding instead to wear a diaper. It was crisp and clean at home. But now it was sagging heavily. Having been soiled twice already today, Icarus was in the process of filling it even further. Adding some much needed liquid gold to it. The front of the diaper changed from a plain white to a soft yellow. The wetness helping turn the solid waste to a mush. Isabelle didn't know it yet but he was flavoring her lunch. "Isabelle please fetch our lunches out of the fridge." He made sure to over emphasize the word lunches. He had no intent of letting her eat the lunch she brought. It would be thrown for the feral creatures outside. No her lunch would be strapped to her face and forced down her throat.

As Isabelle approached the table they usually ate their lunches off of something was a bit off with Icarus. She could tell her had a wicked idea as soon as she noticed he was wearing a very used diaper. "Sir? What are you doing?"Icarus had a shit eating grin on his face as he waited for Isabelle to look at him before he started undoing his diaper. He laid it out on the table. Sauntered over behind Isabelle and grabbed her lunch bag. "You wont be needing this today." With his words he threw her lunch away. He went back behind Isabelle and began massaging her neck with one hand while pulling the diaper closer to her with the other. "I brought you a home made lunch today. It would be rude of you to eat something else."

With the diaper close enough to reach from behind Isabelle, Icarus made his move. He reached down with both hands and grabbed the diaper, and deftly, as if with practice, he had it secured to her face. Wrapped around her head. Only her eyes were visible over it."You're going to eat this while you straddle my face love. I'll let you pick which hole of yours you want serviced. But Im hungry too. It would be rude for you to eat alone."

With that Icarus assumed his position on the ground. Mouth open, ready for his bitch to queen him. But she wasn't having it. With her foul lunch strapped to her face she would not give him the same pleasure. She did however manage to think ahead today. While she was getting their lunch bags she shoved some treats up her snatch. Instead of sitting on his face, while facing his crotch, today she situated her vagina right on his open maw while looking down at his face. She would watch him enjoy her delectable goodness.

"Mmmmm" Was all that could be heard below Isabelle as Icarus discovered the first of several chocolate eggs she had inserted. The first was a chocolate peanut butter filled egg. The outer shell had cracked and molten peanut butter was dripping out. It was mixed with her juices to provide a rich flavor. A bit of copper with her being so close to her heat. Just enough to add to the excitement. As the egg burst on his tongue dripping goopy brown muck into his muzzle the only sounds that could be heard were slurping swallowing and guzzling.Back on Isabelle's face a sordid diaper filled with a mornings rumblings of muck and filth sloshed against her as she moved. She had long since enjoyed the taste of her masters Waste. Almost preferring it over the lunch she packed. Today though she really wanted some cock in her cunt. She needed to have Icarus inside her but she wanted an especially sweet lube. The peanut butter egg was only the first one. She still had a Cadbury Crème and a Caramel egg. As Icarus slurped away at her inner folds, lapping at every little crevice and cranny, she would occasionally pulsate her privates to move the contents along.

In the diaper her own tongue worked at pulling the shit and piss mixture of filth into her mouth so she could savour it before swallowing. What should have been a relatively solid meal was now a more liquid mush. Icarus had pissed so much into the diaper its ability to absorb liquids was used up entirely. Isabelle didn't care it was delicious. She loved eating her masters poop. She could eat it every day. And more often then not she did get a heaping helping of it.

Though that may have to do with the fact that he was so enamored with her own shit. They were practically just passing the same filth back and forth.Down below Isabelle Icarus was dutifully devouring the sweet dessert's she had hidden in her folds. Delicious chocolate and rich peanut butter. But once he had thoroughly enjoyed the treat he felt something else pushing against his tongue. It was of course another egg. Already melting to a gooey mess, the rich crème was not his favorite. He still sucked it out of her pussy with fervor. Finally coming to the caramel one. Isabelle noticed this.

She slowly pulled herself from his face, wiping her mess on his muzzle, before turning around and lowering herself onto his achingly hard throbbing cock. She slipped herself onto him with the skill of a pro. Whipping up and down, feeling every thrust of his slick prick going in and out. It was always such a wonderful feeling. She slowly bent herself forward so she could kiss the Squirrel as she ground on to him. Licking herself and her treats from his face. What a site he was to behold. Covered in chocolate and juices.

The sounds emanating from the pair were quite lewd. Slurps and slips. An occasional squeak where air had become trapped. Groaning and moaning. Each and every insertion driving the passion, heat, and intensity even higher.As she was getting close to climaxing Isabelle decided to add some honey to the mix in her cunt. She groaned as she let loose a tidal wave of amber fluid. She was moderately dehydrated today so the colour was almost that of a lager. Deep. Rich. Brown. Strong flavor. But bold in content. It would mix amicably with the chocolate to form a liquor so divine it would make Nocturnal herself blush.With her liquid addition she came. Hard. Her vagina turning into a vice grip on the Icarus' member. This caused a reaction within the squirrel. He climaxed unexpectedly. Would a grunting and a groan he dropped his load into her. It had a force to it that Isabelle could feel. She giggled at the pulsating flesh within her. They both rode out their orgasms, and Isabelle collapsed on top of Icarus. With a pop his member slipped from her slit letting out only a little gush of slime.

Isabelle had emptied the diaper as best she could, so she removed it. Only for Icarus to draw her into a deep passionate kiss. He could taste his own waste on her breath.

"Filthy Bitch."

"Dirty bastard."