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The New Guy, Part One

Moving In

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That guy's been staring at me since he got on the train, Jonathan thought. Can't he just come over here and talk to me?I mean, it's not as if--

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"Hey, what's your name?" the black cat suddenly shouted, jolting him out of the thought.

"What?" he asked, shaking his head to clear it out.

"I asked what your name was!"

"Oh, right, right, sorry, uh, jet lag...it's Jonathan."

"That's a neat name!" the cat said, getting out of his seat. "Mine's Rover. Mind if I sit here?" he asked, pointing to the seat directly in front of Jonathan.

"Uh, I guess not." At this, Rover immediately sat down, smiling gleefully at his new "friend".

"So, where ya heading, buddy?"

"Leafworld. Kind of a weird name for a town. Sounds like some sort of emporium. For what, I don't know."

"Leafworld?" Rover echoed. "Hey, that's the next stop!"

The loud screeching of the brakes signaled that the train was coming to a halt, and Jonathan looked outside the window as they pulled into Leafworld Station. From what he could see, it wasn't a very big town, with a lot of open space in between lovely homes and trees. A river passed through the center of the town, neatly bisecting it.

"I guess this is my stop," Jonathan said, carefully getting up from his seat and walking for the exit door.

"See ya!" Rover said, waving as Jonathan left. A few moments after he walked out onto the wooden station platform, the train pulled away, leaving Jonathan alone.

This is gonna be a lot of fun, he thought to himself, walking outside into the fresh forest air.

()()()

The first stop was to check in with the local realtor, Tom Nook, to ensure that his house was in order. After all, it would hardly do to live in a tent for several days until he could acquire enough bells that they would build it around him while he was sleeping. No, he had paid for it well beforehand, and paid off enough that he would have a house more than large enough for his plans. Unfortunately, that would have to wait until later, as now he had business to take care of.

"Weird layout in this place," he said as he walked across the tracks to the steps leading up. "Hopefully I can get used to it."

The Main Street wasn't a street so much as a commercial strip, but it was still well developed, with stores for numerous parts of life. Shoes, clothing, furniture, even a hair salon...it was all there and ready to be used to sate his needs, though at the moment, only one thing mattered to him.

The door to the real estate office opened wide, and Tom Nook forced himself out of his quick nap to walk up and greet his customer, whom he of course immediately recognized. After all, it would be rude to have to ask a name after doing so much good business with him.

"Jon!" he said, a cheerful smile upon his face. "It's wonderful to see you here! Of course, everything in your home has been prepared to your exact specifications, although I'm not sure what some of it is for, or why you would need a nursery that size...no matter! What you do with your home is your own business, I just built the place!"

"Then everything is in order? No more payments needed?"

"Certainly not, your account with Nook's Homes is completely paid off! If you need any additional extensions, please contact me at once and we'll have it done for you right away!"

"I'll be sure to, but I don't want it built around me overnight when I'm sleeping. I've heard the stories, and that doesn't sound too appealing."

"Well, excuse me for being efficient--er, I mean, of course, we'll just work on it when you're busy outside."

Very busy indeed, Jon thought. "Thank you for understanding. That's all for now, so...goodbye!"

"Please come to us for all your home needs!" Tom said as Jon left, growing dark when the door closed and the ferret was out of earshot. "'Don't build it around me while I'm sleeping'...excuse me for recognizing innovation!"

Jonathan had no knowledge of this rude statement, of course, and he thought nothing more of Nook as he crossed back into the residential area and started walking to his house. He didn't get very far before getting noticed by a lovely eagle female with blue, black, and white feathers on her body and wings, while her facial feathers were a vibrant red and her beak was just white. She was wearing an interesting shirt composed of white lines and black squares, and blue eyeliner as well. When Jon first caught her eye, she was attempting to catch a stick insect, but decided that it could wait.

"Say, cuz!" she said, putting away her net and running over. Jonathan paused in his gait and turned to her, smiling as he looked her up and down. She was quite lovely and knew exactly how to present herself, and was well aware of both those facts.

Her own thoughts of the ferret were similar; though he was not particularly muscular, he was still quite handsome, his very light fur contrasting with the dark-brown, indeed, nearly black highlights that dotted his person. His solid black shirt and denim pants weren't much to speak of, but perhaps with some convincing he might wear something with a little more pizzazz~

"I'm sorry, I don't think I know your name," he said.

"Well, you can just call me Amelia, cuz~" she answered, turning her beak up slightly. "You're certainly a sight for sore eyes, but those clothes aren't much, I have to say."

Jon chuckled. "I suppose you're the fashion expert, then? I'm Jon." He reached out a paw, and she gladly took it in her wing, shaking it hard.

"Oh, I already know your name. I like to know everybody's name before they get here."

"Then would you happen to know where my house is?" he asked, already knowing the answer.

"Your house? Why, it's right over there, by the beach," she answered, looking to her right. "You don't know where your own house is?"

"Oh, I know where it is already, I was just wondering how much you already knew about me."

"I know plenty, cuz~" she said, before growing shifty. "Say, I heard this as a rumor from Diana...is it true that you're a, you know..." she glanced down at his crotch, noticing that the black pants seemed a bit larger in that area than they would usually be. Were they custom-made? It would explain the simple material...and what was that smell? Was he wearing cologne or was it something else? Her heart began pounding in her ears, and she could have sworn she was getting wet somewhere before Jon interrupted.

"I think you zoned out a bit, is something wrong?" he asked.

"Oh, I-I'm sorry, I just started thinking about...um...say, I would love to see the inside of your house!"

"You would?" Jon asked, seeing the perfect opening. "Well, I suppose you would also be the expert on home decoration...I'll gladly let you in!"

"I'll let you in, too," Amelia whispered, shaking her head immediately after saying it. Where had that come from? She was confident in her ways, certainly, but never that forward. It simply wasn't becoming!

"What was that?" Jon asked.

"Oh, nothing," Amelia dismissed with a wave of her wing. "Let's stop wasting time and see your house, cuz~"

This is a lot easier than I thought it would be, Jon thought. She's practically jumping at me already!

"I suppose there's not much sense just standing here and jabbering each other," Jon agreed, looking around. There was absolutely nothing of interest save for a few other animals milling about with no obvious goal to their movements. Some of the females looked fun, certainly, but he couldn't allow himself to get distracted, and began walking to his house, Amelia following closely behind.

After a few minutes of weaving in between trees and flower patches, they arrived at Jonathan's home, which was certainly very large; in fact, it was easily the largest in town by an order of magnitude, looking big enough to accommodate all of the animals and then some.

"Wow," Amelia said, her attention finally drawn away from Jonathan. "I forgot how big this place was. Why would you need something this big?"

"I have my reasons," Jonathan said cryptically, pulling the key from beneath the generic doormat and opening the door. "And trust me, they're very good reasons."

"I'd hope so," Amelia said, running in past him. She was taken aback that there weren't many accouterments, as far as she could see; the living room had only a sofa and coffee table, and the kitchen was similarly bare-bones, having only the necessities of a fridge, a stove, and some cupboards. All the rest was empty save for the very plush white carpeting, which Amelia nearly sank into as she simply stood there.

"You zoned out again, Amelia," Jon said, entering and closing the door behind him. "You should really stop doing that, it could get you hurt."

She shook her head and smiled awkwardly. "I'm sorry, I'm just a bit...out of it today, is all. I haven't had my coffee, and...well you know..." The sentence trailed off, leaving them standing in awkward silence. "Anyway, your house!"

"Of course, the house," Jon agreed. "What do you think of it?"

"Well, there's a lot of empty space, and I really don't understand why you would have a house this big if you didn't intend to fill it up..."

"I do intend to fill it up, just not quite yet," Jon said. "My bedroom is upstairs, if you would like to--"

But Amelia had already stopped listening. Upon hearing the word "bedroom", her breathing became frantic and her belly started feeling incredibly warm, and she desperately began looking around for any possible way to relieve herself of the sudden heat that developed.

"Where's the bathroom?" she blurted, getting her breathing back under control.

"The bathroom? Well, it's right over..."

The instant he pointed, Amelia pushed past him and threw the door open, not paying attention to anything except her own burning need. She hesitantly opened her legs to see that, indeed, she was thoroughly wet, and a blush came to her face as she considered how dirty it was. Her pussy had leaked an impressive amount of fluid right in front of the new guy, and now she was intending to masturbate in his bathroom! What kind of first impression was this?

"Oh, forget it," Amelia said, bringing one of her wings between her legs and rubbing furiously in a desperate attempt to get herself off. It helped somewhat, but it wasn't nearly enough to completely sate her.

"Damn it!" she muttered, rubbing even more furiously. "This isn't working at all. Just as she was about ready to grab a shampoo bottle to help, a knock at the door interrupted her, breaking her rhythm.

"What is it?!" she shrieked.

"Are you okay in there?" Jon asked, genuinely concerned. This wasn't part of the plan at all!

"Um...I'm just fine, cuz~" she called back, not sounding very convinced of that herself.

"You know..." Jon said, taking on a more sultry tone. "If you're having trouble, I can help you with that..."

Amelia paused, her breath catching in her throat. Surely he couldn't have meant...

"Why don't you open the door and we'll take care of it...together?"

"I-is it true?" Amelia asked. "Th-that you're...hyper?"

Though she couldn't see it, Jon smiled. "Oh, yes it's true. And this is the full package, let me tell you."

Amelia paused. Although she full well knew what the inevitable result of bedding a hyper would be, at this point, she didn't care. Besides, what was life without a bit of adventure?

The door practically flew off the hinges when Amelia opened, and Jon barely got out of the way of it, his distraction allowing Amelia to fall to her knees and begin fumbling with his pants in a desperate attempt to release the monster within.

"Let's see exactly how big you are, cuz!" Amelia shouted, bringing down the zipper and undoing the button, practically tearing the pants free. "Oh, my..."

The rumors Amelia had heard definitely didn't disappoint, as Jon was obviously about as hyper as they came. His balls were impressive, each the size of a small melon, and just from looking at the small bit of flesh visible from the sheath, she could tell his cock would be about the size of his own forearm. It slowly began to expand, revealing itself to be much like a canine's, with a pointed tip and a knot the size of his fist at the base, though interestingly, there were various fleshy barbs scattered along the shaft that slowly expanded as well.

Oh my goodness! she thought. It's...is it supposed to look like that on a ferret?

"Impressive, isn't it?" Jon asked, knowing it was. At its full size, it about a foot and a half in length, towering over the crouched avian like an ancient pillar.

"Will...will that fit?" Amelia asked, eying it with caution. "It looks...really big."

"You'd be surprised. You've been inhaling my musk for some time now, and it has the nifty effect of modifying your body to be more...flexible."

"Well, that's...convenient," Amelia said. She considered it actually entering her and stretching her out to a degree that would normally be completely impossible, finding it to be a surprisingly appealing idea. "I have to ask, do ferret cocks normally look like this?"

"No, usually they're pointed, but since I'm hyper, mine works a bit differently. It's designed quite specifically to breed, and trust me, it's very good at that."

Amelia gulped. Surely he didn't intend to...? "How so?"

"You seem very inquisitive," Jon noted. "I like that in a mate. See, the pointed tip is about normal for a ferret, and it'll help me get right into your womb and hit your eggs directly with my sperm. As for the eggs, the barbs scrape along your insides and make your ovaries go crazy spitting them out. And I'm sure you can guess what the knot is for."

"H-holding it all in so a rival can't get me pregnant?" Amelia offered, legs beginning to shake as the picture became more complete. He fully intended to breed her to a ludicrous degree, and his member was perfect for that task, and even more, she wanted it desperately inside her.

"Correct, except for one thing," Jon said, gently opening her beak. "I don't have any rivals here."

Yet, Amelia did nothing, even as Jon looked down at her, growing quizzical.

"A-are you all right?" he asked. "Do you wanna back out of this, or...? I mean, it's a bit fast at the--"

"No!" Amelia shouted. "I just...the beak, and..."

"Don't worry, it's a lot tougher than you think it is," he assured, opening her beak again. "How attached are you to that shirt? Cause if you are, you're gonna wanna take it off now."

Amelia hastily removed the shirt, her chest feathers fluffing out, slightly darkened by her sweat. She blushed slightly, realizing how utterly she was debasing herself and enjoying it.

"Good, now with that out of the way, we can really start."

Jon smiled and helpfully guided his cock into her beak, careful to avoid the sharp tip. Of course, given his massive size, by the time it poked the back of her throat the shaft wasn't even halfway in, and there was still the knot to deal with. Still, she did what she could and slowly ran her long, thin tongue over it, the very back of it scraping against the head, while the barbs in turn scraped her appendage.

Incredible! It fits right in my mouth! Amelia thought. No, what am I thinking? This is ridiculous! I barely even know him...but he's so lovely...

She set aside her reservations for the moment and continued, eagerly wrapping her tongue around him as best she could in the tight space. It was a challenge, but she still gave it her best effort, rubbing her tongue across all that she could, top to bottom, even getting in between the barbs.

Jon sighed as she did all she could to please him, but it wasn't enough. He wasn't even all the way in yet, after all!

"You're doing beautifully, pet." Jon gently ruffled her feathers, before grabbing her head head and guiding her to her knees and elbows, as he fell to his own knees, giving his rod a straight path in. "Now, let's add some real fire!"

His hips bucked forward with tremendous force, the massive shaft invading her throat with ease as the knot came up to her beak. She struggled to contain it all, even as the tip nearly reached her stomach and the barbs scraped against her insides.

Jon tightened his grip on her head and leaned towards her ear. "Are you ok?" he whispered to her. She nodded as much as she could, and he smiled, eagerly continuing. As Amelia moaned, he began pulling his shaft back out of her mouth slowly, allowing her to get a feel for exactly what it would be like when he properly fucked and bred her later, something she was eagerly looking forward to now.

You want fire? she thought as he pulled back. I'll give you fire!

Although it was difficult to tell, she smiled and steeled her gaze, pulling back herself as Jon pulled back completely, and pushing forward when he finally thrust back in, slamming into her throat at remarkable speed.

He cried out when he sunk all the way back in, surprised at the sudden reciprocation. "Damn! You're getting into it! Guess I'd better not keep you waiting!" Slowly, he started to pump back and forth, drawing his cock in and out of her beak as it slowly began to leak precum, flowing down her throat and into her stomach, while also helpfully providing lubrication to make the task easier. The fleshy barbs began to rub harder and harder as he moved faster, more pre leaking out with every harsh thrust that used her throat like a pussy.

Amelia moaned as Jon successfully pushed the knot in with the additional lubrication, her tongue reaching the sheath that produced the massive cock at last. Great amounts of musk immediately flooded over her tongue and into her mouth, and at last, she came from the combined forces of the pheromones and the rough treatment her mouth was receiving. She shut her eyes and released a muffled cry, while her new master grit his teeth and bucked forward all the way, his knot inflating and locking him in her beak as he also reached his orgasm. In an instant, a colossal amount of his semen flooded out of the pointed tip into her belly, a thick, sperm-rich fluid that easily filled her up, some of it leaking out around the massive shaft and knot. Slowly, but surely, she started to visibly swell from his seed, even with the amounts seeping out that dwarfed a non-hyper's output by a significant factor.

After some time of emptying his balls into her throat, Jon forcibly pulled his knot out, her stomach swelled enough to make her look slightly pregnant already. He wasn't nearly done cumming, however, as his cock absolutely showered her in cum, first blasting all over her face and chest feathers, soaking in and releasing yet more musk into the air around her. She panted as the thick goo washed over her, completely painting over her normally black feathers with pure, rich white.

"That...was tremendous," Jon complemented as he finished hosing her down. Amelia smiled beneath the white veneer, pleased that she could do such a good job for him. "But we're not done yet. I still need to properly breed you, after all."

Amelia perked up immediately. "Yes! Breed me! Make me yours!" As if she already knew what to do, she turned around and got onto her elbows and knees, revealing her soaking wet feathered pussy, still fresh from her recent orgasm.

"You're certainly not one to waste time," Jon said. "That's an excellent quality to have in a breeder like you."

"Then quit wasting time and stick it in already!" Amelia demanded, spitting out some of his cum. "Fuck me full of eggs!"

Jon smiled. "Who am I to deny a lady?" He knelt down and lined up his pointed head with Amelia's needy pussy, then pushed forward and spread her out with ease. With the combination of her juices and the pre and cum still on his cock, his point soon hit her cervix, the barbs digging into her walls and her belly stretching out from the sheer size, forming a noticeable outline.

"O-oh my!" she cried. "That...that's amazing!"

"Do you like the feeling of my cock stretching you out like this?" Jon asked.

"I've never felt anything like this before!" she answered. "Please, fuck me already! I feel like I'm going to explode!"

Jon growled and quickly pulled out, her belly receding as the source of the outline disappeared. Amelia gasped as she felt the barbs grind against her clit, which was fully engorged and visible, and clearly responding to the rough treatment Jon was giving it. No amount of fiddling with herself could possibly have duplicated such a feeling like that, and it was doubtful that anything could.

Then, suddenly, he jerked forward, slamming against her cervix and stretching her out once more. Her eyes rolled back as he finally started to pump her properly, pounding against the entrance to her womb with the pointed tip that was already starting to freely leak pre. True to his word, the scraping of the barbs were making her ovaries go crazy, releasing a number of eggs for his little swimmers to overrun later on.

Jon couldn't help but smile as he observed the scene the scene before him. Amelia seemed entirely lost in her pleasure, moaning lustily as she was thoroughly pounded by the massive rod that threatened to enter her womb at any moment. Any thoughts of acting "ladylike" were long-gone; after all, it's hard to claim oneself to be classy when you've bent down before a male you just met, allowing him to massively impregnate you after coating your feathers in semen, which still dripped onto the carpet below.

Carpet! Amelia thought, temporarily breaking out of her daze. That must be why it's so plush, to keep all his cum in like a sponge when he's breeding. Ooh, I wonder if he'll breed everybody in here. Maybe he could get some of them outside...oh, that would be really fun...

Her train of thought was broken when he successfully drove through her cervix, the pointed tip of his cock ramming against the back of her womb and stretching it out as well, the bulge in her belly moving upwards as his entire cock finally found itself engulfed by her warm passage. His knot slammed against her outer folds, nearly pushing her clit back in, driving her to yet another overpowering orgasm

"Oh my god!" she cried. It was done now; she could never go back to a non-hyper partner again after feeling this. She was up to her third or fourth orgasm by now; a lesser male might not even get her to one, and if he didn't, wouldn't even know how.

Jon couldn't help but moan in pleasure as well at the unique and gratifying feeling of her body molding itself around him, and his thrusts grew more and more vicious as a result, nearly his entire shaft going in and out of her through his ministrations, while his knot slowly began to inflate.

Amelia could tell his second orgasm was coming as the bulb of flesh started to bear down harder and harder on her clit as she cried out more and more. Any ability of hers to speak properly was lost and she could only scream in pleasure, her thoughts a jumbled mess of eggs, cum, and pheromones. When the knot at last entered her, locking them together, her legs gave out; Jon's cock the only thing still holding her up as it unleashed a colossal torrent directly into her womb. Her microscopic eggs were swiftly overtaken and impregnated, sending a tingling throughout her lower body that she could easily understand as her belly began to expand more, soon looking at full term with a large clutch, and even growing past that, as Jon's knot refused to let any of his cum out, no matter how great the pressure was.

Minutes later, Jon finally finished, his balls completely emptied into Amelia's womb. Her belly now reached down the floor, almost enough to support her outright. She had just enough left in her to consider it with amusement; if only the others could see this now! Hell, they all would feel it for themselves soon enough!

The knot had shrunk enough that Jon, certain that she was incredibly pregnant now, felt it would be fine to pull out, and he did so with a loud, wet *POP*, a torrent of cum gushing out and splattering his legs. He grimaced slightly, but then grinned when he realized that Amelia had passed out during his orgasm.

"I suppose I should just clean you up so you don't wake up like that," Jon mused. Yes, he would clean her up, let the rest of the cum seep out, and then make his next proposal...

()()()

When she woke up, she couldn't quite remember where she was, or what she had been doing all morning. Upon seeing the couch she was lying on, she recalled that she had gone over to that new guy's house to see what was inside, and then...what? That's when she noticed her stomach was still bulging somewhat, and recalled everything that had happened to her up until she was getting filled up and passed out.

"Oh my." A blush formed on her cheeks and she brought a wing to her beak, considering everything that had happened. Why, she had debased herself, completely submitting to a near-stranger! And worse, she had enjoyed every minute of it!

"I took the liberty of cleaning you off while you were out," Jon explained, appearing from the kitchen with a glass of water. She took it as he sat down beside her, though hesitated to drink from it, as she just realized the lovely taste of his cum was still in her mouth, and she didn't want to wash it away just yet. "I trust that you enjoyed the breeding?"

"W-well...yes," Amelia answered, blushing harder as she was forced to admit it. "That was...really something else."

"Of course it was. You won't get an experience like that from a non-hyper. It's simply impossible." He leaned into her, breathing deep and smiling as he detected the mingling of their respective scents. "How would you like to help me bring the other females that experience?"

Amelia's heart nearly jumped out of her chest. Why, to help him debase all of the other ladies in town...it was such a dirty thought, but then, how could she justify denying them such a pleasant experience? Why, it would almost be cruel not to help them discover the delight of being fucked and bred by an alpha-hyper like Jon!

"I'll do it!" she announced. "But...it might take some convincing..."

"I'm a very convincing person," Jon said. "By the way...how large would you say a normal clutch for you would be?"

"Um...three or four, I would say. Why?"

"Well, given the barbs making your ovaries act up, and the sperm being more effective, I'd estimate we're looking at a clutch of about...sixteen."

"Sixteen!" Amelia cried. "How is that possible?"

"Don't worry, your body's been...changed a bit to help accommodate it, but you'll still be huge with our offspring. Once you're at term, you'll barely be able to walk."

Amelia smiled despite herself as she considered being so heavy with eggs that she could hardly move, a true testament to her new master's control over her.

"Oh, this is going to be very fun~" she said, her voice lowering. "I should really introduce you to some of the other villagers...you might see something you really like..."

"I already did..." Jon said, placing a small kiss on her beak.

()()()

"You wanted to see me, Mr. Mayor?" Isabelle, Official Mayoral Assistant, asked as she entered Mr. Robert's office.

"Yes, yes, I did..." he answered, turning around in his chair to face her. It was a tad hard to take him seriously, given that he had for some reason chosen to dress up like a pirate, complete with large silly hat displaying the Jolly Roger. "You are aware that we have a new villager, yes?"

"Why, yes, of course, Mr. Mayor! I wouldn't be a very good assistant if I didn't know when we were getting somebody new in town, after all!"

Robert sighed. "What can you tell me about him?"

Isabelle thought for a moment. "Well, he's a male ferret, 25 years old, five foot eight inches, allergic to pineapple--"

"Have you heard any...rumors?" Robert interrupted.

"Rumors? Well, Diana told me that a friend of hers told her that somebody from the town he's moving in from said he was..." she gulped, "hyper."

"Yes, yes, that, and can you tell me what it is hypers like to do?"

"Well, I know they like to...have sex a lot, and have...children..."

"Exactly!" Robert roared, pounding on his desk. "And in such a small community, it would be trivial to corrupt them all and make them bear his offspring! He threatens to destroy everything I've worked for! I've put too much time, effort, and money into this town to let him mess it all up!"

"Um, not to make you upset or anything, but...I think I saw him and Amelia walking together earlier toward that house of his..."

"Damn it, then we've already lost her. We have to get rid of him somehow before he corrupts anybody else."

"But...how can we do that, Mr. Mayor?"

Robert turned his chair back around, looking out his window to the small town beyond. "I don't know...but we must do it quickly..."