Being Snooty
I wrote this in an attempt to get over the... episode I recently had. I had forgotten how much fun it is to write for myself. In fact, I didn't even know how to do it at first.
This piece is kind of a grab bag. I like Animal Crossing rule34 for some reason (because I'm a perverted faggot, probably). There's also the fact that I like, but have never written about girls that have what I consider a kind of hybrid anatomy. That is to say a pair of breasts with teats down the abdomen like an actual animal. I blame Seth-Iova/Leosaeta for getting me interested in that.
All this is is a quick piece of rule34 smut with kinks galore. The other day I saw someone refer to me as a fetish/kink author, and while I resent being generalized, I guess I should stick to my guns.
Thumbnail background is from Animal Crossing: City Folk, dumped by Mr. C for The Textures resource.
Writing (C) me
Biff, Butch, Whitney and Animal Crossing (C) Nintendo
Like most of the villagers, Butch made due with the friends he had. Him being a burly and chubby Rottweiler dog with a constant smirk and a cynical outlook set him far apart from his nearby buddy Biff.
Biff was a hippopotamus with a keen interest in football and exercise. He defied his species' penchant for being tubby, blubbery, territorial creatures by presenting himself as trimly muscular and openly friendly. Unlike Butch, Biff's friendships weren't social fistulas for the sake of driving off loneliness. He actually liked to socialize. For that same reason, he was trying to lecture Butch about the football game on TV.
It was close to nine PM and the game had been dragging on for hours. Eyes glazed in near-catatonia, Butch let Biff's impassioned lessons go in one floppy ear and out the other. He had already helped himself to Biff's game day snacks and beer and he was riding out a gentle buzz with a lump of junk food in his belly.
"First down, yes!" Biff hooted with a fist pump. He made to high-five Butch but recalled the last four times Butch had left him hanging. "You enjoying this or what, dude?" he said with a frantic gesture at the TV and a shove on the rottie's shoulder. "They're kicking butt six ways to Sunday, man! I thought you wanted to come watch the game with me!"
"I did," Butch lied, interlacing his fingers over his pudgy stomach. "I just had a little too much to drink. And on that note," he murmured, hooking his thumb for the bathroom door. The dog was up and on his way when there was a knock at the door. Biff started up from the couch but Butch waved him off and answered it for him.
In swung the door and the visitor sized Butch up for two seconds that might as well have been ice ages. Whitney the snobby neighbor awaited. Clearly she hadn't expected anyone but Biff. "Oh. Hello Butch," she said tightly and with a forced smile to match it. Her being a trim white wolf, smiles and friendly gestures didn't come easily to her, and rarely in good humor if genuine.
Although Butch first and blatantly peered at Whitney's chest where nipples on small, pert tits left braille for a pervert, that wasn't even the most outrageous thing about her. She was bottomless. "Where are your--?" Butch started to ask, almost grumpily.
The wolf put on a genuine smile with mischievous intent. She held up a measuring cup by its eyelet and dangled it like a pendulum. "I'm just here for a little sugar, darling."
Biff whom had only just pried himself away from the TV again nudged Butch out of the way. "Come on, dude, let the lady in. It's freezing out there!" Apparently Biff's eyes weren't so good or his gaze was more polite than the average jock's because he said to Whitney, very benignly, "I have some sugar, follow me."
As the hippo turned and walked off, Whitney shrugged at Butch and followed along. Butch stared transfixed at her behind before he brought up the rear.
"Let's see... Flour, brown sugar, here's some loose tea," Biff murmured, shuffling through containers. "Here it is! Sugar!" As he spun around on his heel with a triumphant grin on his face, he saw the entirety of Whitney and an interesting train of thought chugged through his head. "Whoa," he whispered in awe.
Butch leaned in the threshold. "You, uh - you sure it's just sugar you're looking for, Whitney?"
Whitney took the container out of Biff's mitts, set it on the counter with her cup and thrust her paw down into the hippo's gym shorts as her answer.
"Oh god, wow," Biff said with a dumb grin splitting his face open. "My team's winning and I'm getting laid! Sweet!"
"The more you talk," Whitney said shortly just as she gripped Biff's rapidly swelling penis, "the less I want to fuck, dear." She whipped her head back and sneered to Butch, "And you, since you're here..."
The rottie already had his pants down and off to bare an uncut penis. Its size could generously be called average; but its erect girth was a facet Whitney loved as she closed her free paw around it.
"Nice. Very nice. You boys will do wonderfully," she cooed.
"Hey, did you really need sugar?" Biff blurted out. "I mean... Forget it," he murmured, embarrassed.
Butch reached for Whitney just as she had hold of him. His padded mitt gripped her supple vulva as his fingers played across the folds.
Whitney arched and growled at Butch's presumptuous touch. With equal presumptuousness, one paw pumped the rottie's manhood and its twin tweaked Biff's blunt tip. Together the males cupped her tits and naked ass cheeks, molesting her with even affection as they ground into her teasing paws. Scents were running high from all three of them, however, and it was clear that just handjobs and gropes wouldn't cut it.
In synchrony, Whitney unhanded both cocks and pulled back from the boys' mitts. Wearing an evil smile coming so easily to a wolf, she tugged her shirt up and off. Below her small tits and staggered three deep near to her pelvis were black teats poking through her white fur, matching her nipples. "Well?" she smartly asked. Her paws on her hips gave her a haughty air even minus clothes.
Dommy bitch, thought Butch as he tugged his own shirt up and off. Biff joined him, baring his taut brown hide and cut black cock.
"Pussy's mine, dude, it's my house," Biff cheekily announced as he reached for Whitney. The wolf had other, albeit similar plans and she put them right into motion when she pushed Biff back and down onto his ass. From his kitchen floor he peered up at her with a questioning smirk. Whitney answered his questions and then some when she bent over before him with her tail flagged above her fine ass. She sat in his lap after he landed just one nuzzle on her hindquarters.
Whitney braced her back on Biff's chest and gripped his meat to guide it in. The hippo's dark flesh sank balls-deep into her and she settled on him with a shivering croon. There wasn't a second wasted before the wolf started bouncing hard and fast, all to Biff's pleasure and immature amusement.
"Jeez, you shoulda asked for sugar before," he sniggered. Instead of her obvious breasts, he focused on her other nipples with glancing tweaks. "Seems like you're looking more for cream, though..."
Butch had stood patiently with his cock in his paw while Biff got the action. Whitney hadn't invited him over, but she hadn't sent him away, either. He closed in and interrupted her bouncing when he gripped her by her soft, white hair. "You're not gonna forget about me," he said in a growling chuckle, forcing his cock past Whitney's lips. For her immediate and hungry gulping, forcing may not have been right word.
Biff awkwardly bucked up into Whitney whom held more or less still to blow Butch. He found a rhythm that worked and he mentally praised himself for being such a limber stud. "Ah, yeah... I almost don't even care that I'm missing the game, this is fucking awesome," he crooned.
As his pleasure rose, so did the urge Butch had suffered well before the hot mess had started. Too many cheap beers and sodas were wading around his chubby gut. The very last thing he wanted to do was excuse himself for a bathroom break and he didn't see Whitney being the urinal type. "Ugh, shit," he bleated just as Whitney's paws closed around his ass cheeks, "I gotta scoot for a second."
Butch's cock hadn't been clear of the wolf's lips for even a second when she tugged him back by his ass cheeks, bumping his slippery meat broadside into her cheek. She shuddered whorefully and ground her hind down into Biff's crotch. "Harder, you dumb jock... And you, what makes you think we're finished?" she harrumphed to Butch.
"I have to piss, you snooty dingbat," he barked, pulling back again. "You think I wanna quit?"
One beat became two beats. Biff still happily and sloppily bucked up into Whitney like nothing else was happening.
"What makes you think you have to quit?" Whitney finally asked with a black widow sneer.
"Wait, what?" Biff muttered, but he still wasn't stopping.
Whitney purposefully kept her icy eyes on Butch's as she took his swollen, short dick back past her lips. Butch was given pause and a blush but he shrugged it off. The rottie pushed hard, grunting and struggling against his arousal until he finally got the trickle started. "So damn weird," he panted, giving it another push and another until finally the floodgates opened. Literal pisswater beer flowed into the snobby wolf's maw and she gulped it down selfishly just like Butch had chugged it in the first place. She clutched his pliable ass cheeks and suckled him hard for every last drop he had to offer her.
"Dude... Wow, nasty," Biff said in awe as he finally slowed. "That's hot, though. I think I like it."
Butch was pushing hard and pissing fast. It was over only a few moments after it started but the damage was done. Snobby and holier-than-thou Whitney was a piss slut and a classic slut besides. Whatever hormonal force drove her need to breed and the kinkiness running along with it was giving the village more than its fair share of rumors and stories. The village already passed around tales that Whitney gave Nook a blowjob for all of her nice new furniture. If they only knew half the ways she regularly rocked his world.
Whitney slopped back from Butch's cock when it still dribbled the tail-end of its bitter payload. "Sit down," she panted to him, musk heavy on her breath now. Butch obliged and Whitney leaned over him, forcing Biff to get up on his knees. Given how fast he got back into rutting her in the cunt, he clearly didn't mind the arrangement.
Again Whitney closed her lips around Butch's uncut beef. Her maw sucked, her tongue lolled the bald knob and one paw palmed his fat nuts. The end result was a rare, dopey grin on Butch's face. "It's always the snobby girls that turn out to be the biggest sluts," he sighed, spurring a blush on Whitney's cheeks.
"Dude, tell me about it," Biff panted. His hips were smacking into Whitney's ass so fast that they almost blurred and his fat, heavy balls were swinging right into her thighs. "Remember that kangaroo chick Mathilda, lived here a couple years ago?"
Butch glanced at him obligingly, tilting his head. He was keeping an eye on Whitney and petting over her skull.
The hippo hunkered down over Whitney and hammered against her with everything he had. Grunting and panting filled the air and Whitney was visibly trembling with pleasure. "Ugh... That 'roo chick, total snob. Total backdoor beauty, too!"
"You kidding me?" Butch grunted. He bucked up into Whitney's mouth and sighed. "She wouldn't even talk to me... I did get a handjob from that uppity mare chick last New Year's party, though. Right behind the post office."
Whitney pulled back from Butch's cock again, but this interruption wasn't planned. She nuzzled into the rottie's cock with her most needful of groans as her toes curled and her pussy spasmed around Biff. "Oo-ooh, mmnf, that's what I need...!" she squeaked.
One of Biff's well-worn mitts closed around a tit and squeezed. "You squirting, babe? You squirting for me?" he panted as she did, in fact, squirt all over his black cock. Biff's wrinkled balls dribbled with the stuff soon enough and Whitney whimpered in a submissive way neither Biff nor Butch would have expected out of her. "Yea-a-ah, you're fucking squirting..." Biff sniggered. "Happens to a lot of girls, babe."
Shut up, you vapid moron, Whitney thought to say. Instead she offered no insults. Nothing to break the pace. Keeping it fast, in fact, she nosed down under Butch's sack for a moment arguably nastier than her piss-guzzling.
At Whitney's first lap to his pucker, Butch blushed and lifted his ass up. "Ah, damn," he blurted shyly, but he found he liked that new feeling and so he twisted around and got up on his knees. Like a bitch ready for the cock, Butch kept his docked tail high and his chubby ass was promptly slathered by Whitney's hungry tongue.
Biff watched with bucking hips and a tiny sense of jealousy as Whitney buried her snout in Butch's ass cheeks and ate his asshole. He hadn't been lying about what a slut the kangaroo was but this wolf was clearly a special case. Drinking piss and rimming an out-of-shape dog? Just showing up pantsless and demanding the cock was enough to make her a slut but she was well above and beyond the call of duty.
"Ohh, shit," Butch chuckled, masturbating while Whitney slobbered and suckled his pucker. The rottie had a clean ass yet he was a bit of a slob. Sweat left him musky and his scent was almost obnoxious to the wolf's nose. Lucky for all of them that she thrived on it.
"Jeez, so nasty," Biff tutted. The sight was enough to make him drool. He didn't have much, if any interest in Butch's thick ass but it wasn't hard to imagine Whitney's silky tongue on his own asshole. With that thought in his spank bank, he plowed the wolf with more vigor than ever. Thick pre dumped into her twat, the walls twitchy and tight in afterglow. "Fuck, I've almost got that sugar you came for..."
Whitney was in her own little world - a world contained in Butch's ass crack, incidentally. She lapped from the back of his balls to the base of his tail and back again with a nibble on the taint. She pressed her sticky lips into his pucker for a very special kiss neither of them would ever forget and she even slipped his virgin anus the tongue to show it how much she cared. One paw remained on the floor for support but its partner fondled Butch's heavy scrotum while leaving the jerking to him. In light of all that heady rottie musk, Biff's fucking was like an afterthought.
Seeing that much in-depth ass munching and fucking such a tight little cunt for so long was just too much for Biff. Grunting and hooting in all his testosterone poisoning and bucking so hard that Whitney's ass stung, Biff readied himself for his climax. When it finally struck he drove it home balls-deep as those very balls dumped a sticky wad of hot and fresh hippo spunk sure to leave her dribbling all the way home. "Fuck, fuck yeah," he hissed through his teeth. In the throes of the orgasm he gave her a few more solid grinds but he pulled back for what he thought was his last rope. It shot onto her back and into her tail followed by a lesser shot on her ass cheek. Finally he fell back against a cabinet, panting and drooling murky dregs of semen.
As if waiting all that time for Biff to finish up, Whitney yanked her muzzle out of Butch's ass cheeks with a gasp.
"Don't quit," Butch panted, peering between his legs at the wolf.
"I'm not," Whitney huffed back to him. She rolled gracelessly onto her back, legs spread and naked cunt filthy with jizz. The sloppy seconds offer was implicit but Butch was too hungry for tongue after that teasing. He parked his thick ass on Whitney's muzzle with a grin and he let his cock hang over her tits. He wasn't well-hung enough and her tits were too small for one to work with the other but he made due with fondling a breast in one paw and jerking off with the other. When Whitney found his asshole again and promptly helped herself to it, everything was just fine for the small-dicked rottie.
"Now I'm glad I came to watch that stupid football game," Butch grinned at Biff. The hippo grinned back. "Damn, I'm not gonna hold out for too long... I think I found my new favorite thing."
Hoping to spur Butch to blow his load, Whitney drove her tongue into his asshole again and her paws roamed his chubby behind and thighs. Dominating the wet suckle and slurp of Whitney's dirty work was the rapid-fire slapping of Butch's self-abuse. The dog had given up all subtlety and his back was arching hard. His natural lubricant dribbled constantly onto Whitney's fine, small rack sometimes, other times just on the floor. This mattered little to the wolf whom already had her prize.
Finally all of the nastiness came to a head when Butch pinned back his ears and bared his teeth. He came hard into his paw and so rather than shooting a wad across the room, he squirted into his mitt and it drooled lazily onto Whitney's bust secondhand. Throughout his climax his asshole clenched wildly on Whitney's tongue, making her work difficult but adding to the reward.
Only when the dog was through did he unhand his cock. He smeared his messy paw against the wolf's belly and covered her teats in a thin coating of his spunk. "Mmm... You can stop now," he chuckled, "if you want."
Whitney didn't want to until a moment later. She kissed his asshole for good measure and Butch rolled off of her with some reluctance. Everybody tiredly got up, Biff first and Butch last.
"What was all that for?" Biff blurted out, leaning on the counter.
The wolf smiled jauntily and pulled her shirt on, seeming not to mind that it stuck to her now. She kissed Biff on the cheek and his eyes visibly widened at the smells on her snout. "Didn't I tell you already, dear?" she chuckled. "I needed some sugar."