{"sf1_id":713066,"sf2_id":"V1YKGEEm","title":"Some Time Later","author":"zeldaiord","words":1828,"posted_at":"2014-06-03T03:33:00.000Z","tags":["Animal Crossing","Chocolate","Chocolate eggs","Diaper","Isabelle","M/F","Oviposition","Scat","Scat eating","Shih-tsu","Squirrel","Watersports"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/713066-some-time-later","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/V1YKGEEm","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/8e/4c/8e4c0522-8d64-4d62-b3e1-5e6b61501e37","description":"#6 of New Leaf\n\nVery filthy dirty scat smut. Enjoy!","content":"Disclaimer: This story contains heavy scat, watersports, and various other\u0026nbsp;extreme bathroom room fetishes. If you dont want to read about that kind of kink\u0026nbsp;please click on something else. If you have an opinion about how disgusting,\u0026nbsp;gross or filthy it is. Kindly fuck off. I don't care. Im not here to please you\u0026nbsp;or anyone else. These stories are for ME, for MY pleasure. Are you me? No. Then\u0026nbsp;don't expect this to be curtailed to you.\n\nOn another note, constructive criticism is appreciated. If its too short, or not\u0026nbsp;as well described or full of errors; then please add a comment! I can't get\u0026nbsp;better if no one tells me Im wrong. On with the story.\n\n~Some Time Later~\n\n-A continuation in our Animal Crossing World.\n\n\"Ugh, why does morning have to come so soon?\" Isabelle remarked to herself as\u0026nbsp;she was getting dressed for work. Today it was thigh high white stockings.\u0026nbsp;Ribbons and bows were adorned where the stockings met her inner thighs. She\u0026nbsp;would be going commando today. All of her regular panties, thongs, and g-strings\u0026nbsp;were heavy soiled, and she was out of disposable diapers. Her Victorian style\u0026nbsp;skirt didn't even reach mid labia. It was so short that she didn't even have to\u0026nbsp;bend over and her parts were visible. For her part the top she was wearing was\u0026nbsp;mostly modest. It at least covered her ample breasts but she never wore a bra\u0026nbsp;any more (unless she fancied a corseted top). She finished getting dressed,\u0026nbsp;grabbed her keys, took off for Town Hall; fingering herself on the way. Shame\u0026nbsp;had long since vanished from her life ever since she started spending all of her\u0026nbsp;time with her boss. The Mayor.\n\n\\*\\*\\*\n\n\"Fuck fuck fuck. Every day this damn alarm clock goes off late. I swear one of\u0026nbsp;these days I'll get Tom Nook for selling me such a piece of shit.\" Cursing and\u0026nbsp;throwing a fit Icarus awoke in a foul mood. It would set the tone for the day at\u0026nbsp;the office. As mayor he had a rigid schedule to keep to but his recent rut had\u0026nbsp;made him neglect a lot of his town duties. Icarus would discuss those\u0026nbsp;responsibilities with Isabelle when he arrived. He dreaded going in and being\u0026nbsp;responsible. When he first signed up to be Mayor he thought it would be fun and\u0026nbsp;games all day every day but he quickly learned that the townsfolk actually\u0026nbsp;needed their hand held for every damn thing in town.Not that he hadn't accomplished anything. He did have three bridges built, a\u0026nbsp;camp site, Tom Nook was no longer in a shitty little shop. He was now in a two\u0026nbsp;story shop with his nephews taking care of everything upstairs. But that was all\u0026nbsp;months ago. His recent achievements mainly amounted to not getting Isabelle\u0026nbsp;pregnant and keeping his facial fur groomed.\n\nGrudgingly he packed a lunch and left for work. On the way there he picked up a\u0026nbsp;distinctive scent.\n\n\\*\\*\\*\n\nIsabelle greeted him at the door by sliding a wet paw under his nose. She made\u0026nbsp;sure he got a good whiff of her scent today. She was dangerously close to her\u0026nbsp;heat and wanted him all day long. She would tease him only a little for now. SHe\u0026nbsp;needed him to have a clear head for the days activities. He had let the town\u0026nbsp;fall to a ghastly state.\n\n\"Sir, we need to address the current ... state of the town. Its, well its shit.\"\n\n\"Isabelle Im aware of how the town is. I don't have time to go picking weeds.\"\n\n\"Then its time for some outside help. I've taken the liberty of drafting a\u0026nbsp;payment for some much needed yard work. Weeds will be removed and flowers will\u0026nbsp;be planted and watered. It will cost 25,000 bells. Currently the town is sitting\u0026nbsp;on a nest egg of 374,000 bells.\"\n\n\"Thanks for the report Isabelle, I authorize the maintenance. And while you're\u0026nbsp;at it put in for a new pond. Closer to the train station.\"\n\n\"Yes master.\"\n\n\\*\\*\\*\n\nAfter several hours of going back and forth on various issues, making sure the\u0026nbsp;residents got their fountain while the town remains solvent, Icarus was getting\u0026nbsp;restless and Isabelle was growing inpatient for cock. Her loins were starting to\u0026nbsp;burn hotter.\n\n\"Are we good for today then?\"\n\n\"Some of the residents have some requests but those can wait until after lunch.\"\n\n\"Good, its time we had a little fun today. Lock the door.\"\n\n\"Yes master.\"\u0026nbsp;As Isabelle went to lock the door, Icarus was already lowering his pants. He\u0026nbsp;also forwent underwear today. Deciding instead to wear a diaper. It was crisp\u0026nbsp;and clean at home. But now it was sagging heavily. Having been soiled twice\u0026nbsp;already today, Icarus was in the process of filling it even further. Adding some\u0026nbsp;much needed liquid gold to it. The front of the diaper changed from a plain\u0026nbsp;white to a soft yellow. The wetness helping turn the solid waste to a mush.\u0026nbsp;Isabelle didn't know it yet but he was flavoring\u0026nbsp;her lunch.\u0026nbsp;\"Isabelle please fetch our lunches out of the fridge.\" He made sure to over\u0026nbsp;emphasize the word lunches. He had no intent of letting her eat the lunch she\u0026nbsp;brought. It would be thrown for the feral creatures outside. No her lunch would\u0026nbsp;be strapped to her face and forced down her throat.\n\nAs Isabelle approached the table they usually ate their lunches off of something\u0026nbsp;was a bit off with Icarus. She could tell her had a wicked idea as soon as she\u0026nbsp;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\u0026nbsp;him before he started undoing his diaper. He laid it out on the table. Sauntered\u0026nbsp;over behind Isabelle and grabbed her lunch bag. \"You wont be needing this\u0026nbsp;today.\" With his words he threw her lunch away. He went back behind Isabelle and\u0026nbsp;began massaging her neck with one hand while pulling the diaper closer to her\u0026nbsp;with the other. \"I brought you a home made lunch today. It would be rude of you\u0026nbsp;to eat something else.\"\n\nWith the diaper close enough to reach from behind Isabelle, Icarus made his\u0026nbsp;move. He reached down with both hands and grabbed the diaper, and deftly, as if\u0026nbsp;with practice, he had it secured to her face. Wrapped around her head. Only her\u0026nbsp;eyes were visible over it.\"You're going to eat this while you straddle my face love. I'll let you pick\u0026nbsp;which hole of yours you want serviced. But Im hungry too. It would be rude for\u0026nbsp;you to eat alone.\"\n\nWith that Icarus assumed his position on the ground. Mouth open, ready for his\u0026nbsp;bitch to queen him. But she wasn't having it. With her foul lunch strapped to\u0026nbsp;her face she would not give him the same pleasure. She did however manage to\u0026nbsp;think ahead today. While she was getting their lunch bags she shoved some treats\u0026nbsp;up her snatch. Instead of sitting on his face, while facing his crotch, today\u0026nbsp;she situated her vagina right on his open maw while looking down at his face.\u0026nbsp;She would watch him enjoy her delectable goodness.\n\n\"Mmmmm\" Was all that could be heard below Isabelle as Icarus discovered the\u0026nbsp;first of several chocolate eggs she had inserted. The first was a chocolate\u0026nbsp;peanut butter filled egg. The outer shell had cracked and molten peanut butter\u0026nbsp;was dripping out. It was mixed with her juices to provide a rich flavor. A bit\u0026nbsp;of copper with her being so close to her heat. Just enough to add to the\u0026nbsp;excitement. As the egg burst on his tongue dripping goopy brown muck into his\u0026nbsp;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\u0026nbsp;and filth sloshed against her as she moved. She had long since enjoyed the taste\u0026nbsp;of her masters Waste. Almost preferring it over the lunch she packed. Today\u0026nbsp;though she really wanted some cock in her cunt. She needed to have Icarus inside\u0026nbsp;her but she wanted an especially sweet lube. The peanut butter egg was only the\u0026nbsp;first one. She still had a Cadbury Crème and a Caramel egg. As Icarus slurped\u0026nbsp;away at her inner folds, lapping at every little crevice and cranny, she would\u0026nbsp;occasionally pulsate her privates to move the contents along.\n\nIn the diaper her own tongue worked at pulling the shit and piss mixture of\u0026nbsp;filth into her mouth so she could savour it before swallowing. What should have\u0026nbsp;been a relatively solid meal was now a more liquid mush. Icarus had pissed so\u0026nbsp;much into the diaper its ability to absorb liquids was used up entirely.\u0026nbsp;Isabelle didn't care it was delicious. She loved eating her masters poop. She\u0026nbsp;could eat it every day. And more often then not she did get a heaping helping of it.\u0026nbsp;\n\nThough that may have to do with the fact that he was so enamored\u0026nbsp;with her own\u0026nbsp;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\u0026nbsp;hidden in her folds. Delicious chocolate and rich peanut butter. But once he had\u0026nbsp;thoroughly enjoyed the treat he felt something else pushing against his tongue.\u0026nbsp;It was of course another egg. Already melting to a gooey mess, the rich crème\u0026nbsp;was not his favorite. He still sucked it out of her pussy with fervor. Finally\u0026nbsp;coming to the caramel one. Isabelle noticed this.\n\nShe slowly pulled herself from his face, wiping her mess on his muzzle, before\u0026nbsp;turning around and lowering herself onto his achingly hard throbbing cock. She\u0026nbsp;slipped herself onto him with the skill of a pro. Whipping up and down, feeling\u0026nbsp;every thrust of his slick prick going in and out. It was always such a wonderful\u0026nbsp;feeling. She slowly bent herself forward so she could kiss the Squirrel as she\u0026nbsp;ground on to him. Licking herself and her treats from his face. What a site he\u0026nbsp;was to behold. Covered in chocolate and juices.\n\nThe sounds emanating from the pair were quite lewd. Slurps and slips. An\u0026nbsp;occasional squeak where air had become trapped. Groaning and moaning. Each and\u0026nbsp;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\u0026nbsp;mix in her cunt. She groaned as she let loose a tidal wave of amber fluid. She\u0026nbsp;was moderately dehydrated today so the colour was almost that of a lager. Deep.\u0026nbsp;Rich. Brown. Strong flavor. But bold in content. It would mix amicably with the\u0026nbsp;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\u0026nbsp;the Icarus' member. This caused a reaction within the squirrel. He climaxed\u0026nbsp;unexpectedly. Would a grunting and a groan he dropped his load into her. It had\u0026nbsp;a force to it that Isabelle could feel. She giggled at the pulsating flesh\u0026nbsp;within her. They both rode out their orgasms, and Isabelle collapsed on top of\u0026nbsp;Icarus. With a pop his member slipped from her slit letting out only a little\u0026nbsp;gush of slime.\n\nIsabelle had emptied the diaper as best she could, so she removed it. Only for\u0026nbsp;Icarus to draw her into a deep passionate kiss. He could taste his own waste on\u0026nbsp;her breath.\n\n\"Filthy Bitch.\"\n\n\"Dirty bastard.\"\n\n  \n  \n\n","series":{"name":"New Leaf","previous":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/562310-day-three-continued.json"}}